Happy Birthday wishes to my sweet friend Robs.

I wrote some sexy Jalice just for you bb – all hot and sweaty and dirty talking cowboy. *sigh* Just the way I... I mean you like it. Anyway, I hope youenjoy it and I hope you have the most wonderful birthday ever. Love you *hugs and kisses*

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight... but in my head, Jasper is all mine.

Window to my World

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I felt the corners of my mouth twitch up when the alarm finally rousted me awake. I'd been happily lying in bed, drifting in and out, dozing for a while now since it was Saturday…

Oh no.

My contented, lazy thoughts came to a screeching halt, mid-stretch, as I tore to the window; the glass was already warm to the touch on what looked to be a picture perfect day: clear, cloudless and sure to be a scorcher. The very thought made my heart race with anticipation, or maybe it was anxiety about oversleeping? I wasn't sure which yet; all I was thinking was, please don't tell me I missed it.

I held my breath until I heard it, the noise from a small engine somewhere in the distance, and my heart suddenly pounded for another reason. He'd already made it around back.

I dashed for the door, hurrying down the stairs recklessly fast, barely catching the banister at the bottom to propel myself around the corner and down the hallway at a breakneck speed, not stopping until I skidded to a halt in the kitchen where I jumped onto the window seat overlooking our back yard.

I was on my knees, panting with exertion, my palms and, embarrassingly enough, the tip of my nose pressing against the window. It was possible that I was a tad over-eager, but who cares? I bit down hard on my bottom lip as I watched him.

His long legs pumped effortlessly as he strode away from me, his scruffy, faded jeans sitting ridiculously low on his hips, his arms taut and his broad shoulders straining just enough to make his muscles ripple as he pushed the lawn mower down our yard. I could see his t-shirt was already soaked with sweat.

God bless Texas in July... Even at nine in the morning it was hot enough to render clothes useless in a matter of minutes.

Then he stopped, and I was frozen in place. This is it... I watched as he removed his hat, gripped the edge of his t-shirt, and ripped it off over his head. The thud of my forehead hitting the window replaced my heartbeat as it skipped at the sight. And I gave a little giggle-sigh as he mopped his face and body with his dirty shirt before he tossed it over a nearby lawn chair and replaced his hat.

He turned, grabbing the lawn mower handle as he did, and began dragging it back up the yard towards me, giving me a frontal view this time. And oh what a view it is…

I smirked when my eyes immediately travelled down his body, landing on the shiny, silver star centered between his hips. Just follow the star to the pathway of fun, Darlin'… I snorted, remembering his sure fire pick-up line, which he swore to me worked every time the first time we met. Albeit both of us were severely drunk at the time; I had absolutely no doubt that between his killer smile, shaggy blond hair and baby blue eyes, the belt buckle was getting far too much of the credit. And really, to this day, I still have no idea how I ever found the strength to ruin his perfect record.

The shuffle of boots on hardwood jolted me back to the here and now; I must have been too focused on my memories to notice him coming inside. I moved nothing but my eyes, playing possum and hoping he'd give up and go back to his yard work.

"Ali, darlin'… what in the hell are you doin'?"

I could tell from his tone he was on the brink of laughter.

"Are you laughing at me, Jasper Whitlock?" I dared, still not moving from where I was with my body leaning on the window.

"I'm not…" he cleared his throat, choking back a chuckle. "Are you stuck or somethin'?" I could tell he was trying to sound serious for me.

"No. Well? Maybe I am." I hedged, hoping he wouldn't think I'd finally lost my mind.

"Can't move at all, huh?"

His voice was closer now, and I could feel the heat from the sun radiating off him; he was still bare from the waist up. "N-n-no…" I rocked my head back and forth a little.

Looking down I saw his left knee come up beside mine on the bench, then I felt something cold and hard pressing into my lower back. It was that stupid star. I may or may not have moaned when his hands came to my sides and his thumbs settled atop my hips, holding me in place as his other knee came up between mine.

"Jasper, what are you doing?" I whispered, fogging up the glass.

"I'm helping." His hands slowly travelled up my sides, continuing until they were lifting my arms high above my head.

I turned my head to the side where his nose was tickling my ear, "How exactly is this helping?"

"Well…" He kissed my cheek. "I just figured…" He kissed my jaw. "Since you're hell-bent on giving the neighbors a show…" He kissed me behind the ear, "that we may as well go for it and really give them something to talk about."

When his words finally registered in my lust filled brain, I squeaked and tried pulling my hands down to cover me. It didn't work and, as usual, my impulses had me in a bit of a pickle. It seemed, in my haste to see him all sweaty and half-naked, I neglected to do something about my own state of undress. All I was wearing was an extremely short, obscenely transparent nightie - and no panties.

I wiggled in his grip but he just let more of his weight keep me in place. "Lemme go?"

"No." He chuckled, moving his kisses down my neck and across my shoulder.

"Jazz!"

"Alice..."

I sighed and stopped struggling, relaxing when I thought he was only teasing me. Until he groaned softly in my ear, begging me to please wiggle like that again, while he began grinding something else that was hard into me.

Oh. My. God…

At this point, what little shame I had remaining completely vanished, and I pushed back hard, rubbing myself into him, providing the friction I knew he wanted. He hissed through his teeth as he transferred both my hands, still high above my head, into one of his while he dragged the other hand down between my legs.

I can honestly say, from the second he touched me, I didn't mind at all what any of our neighbors, friends, family members or even total strangers would say if they saw my wanton behavior or how my husband was pleasuring me against our kitchen window on this sunny Saturday morning. Time just sorta stood still while he whispered dirty things in my ear and teased me at my core.

In the end, I'm not even sure which was responsible for the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me, his sexy, southern drawl or his wickedly talented fingers, but I'm happy to call it a tie. And while I was busy catching my breath, he leaned his hips back and undid his jeans. I swear I almost lost it again when I heard that star buckle hit the floor with a weighty clunk.

My excited smile stayed on my lips until a gasp stole it away; feeling him fill me so completely was always overwhelming. Over and over and over he drove into me, until my whole body was humming, and well, right about then they could have sold tickets to the show for all I cared – I came again hard, pulsing around him as I heard him call out my name with his release.

Ah, bliss...

Later on, after he did actually have to help me down from the window, Jasper held me snuggled against him, lounging in the window seat he'd made for me not long after we moved in to the house.

"You know this is now my favorite spot for more than just the view, right?"

He snorted. "Is that right?"

I nodded, nestling my cheek against his chest, smiling happily while my fingers drew circles around his navel.

He squeezed me tighter. "Darlin', we've just about made every spot in this house your favorite by now. We may have to move to find more."

Giggling, I shrugged. "I think you're right, but I don't want to move; I like it here."

"I do too, but does that mean you're gonna stop interrupting my chores every Saturday?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No, ma'am."

"Well then, we'll just have to branch out or something."

"Branch out?" Jasper startled and his voice cracked with concern. "Now Ali…"

With my hat in hand, I closed the back door gently behind me and made my way down the porch steps, heading back to work. I was thoroughly spent, but at the same time my body buzzed with energy. Oh, what my girl did to me.

I was thinking that Emmett might just be right: Ali may be the death of me yet with her crazy antics – but boy, what a way to go. I smirked, imagining myself expiring while I was in my favorite spot. I shook my head at my thoughts and at my little firefly. Alice... She really was the light of my life.

I mean, what other woman would forget she was practically naked and plaster herself against a window for all the world to see? I laughed out loud as I turned around for a look. She was still there, sparkling for me. I winked, giving her my best cocky smile as I placed my hat on my head at just the right angle, laughing again as I saw her bite her lip. Seemed I still knew just how to get to her too.

There was no doubt about it: I was a lucky, lucky man; seventeen years and never a dull moment together. I glanced up one more time as I picked up where I left off, idly pondering… if that's what cutting the grass got me, what would I get if I cleaned out the garage?

He's lucky? Holy jeeze... What about Alice? *fans self*

Special thanks to my pal Kimmy for hooking me up with LyricalKris, who was a sweetie and beta'd this for me. (I have a confession *shifty eyes*) I'm still a little awe-struck! Thank you, I truly appreciate your help.

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