Sorry for the delay, but with out further ado, I give a peek into Jasper´s side of the story.
Special Thanks to the awesome JDonovan for hammering this puppy out for me!
Disclaimer: Make no mistake about it Twilight belongs to S. Meyer, not me. This story contains graphic sex of the slash/poly kind; if you're not into the idea of a little kinky mommy/daddy action, then maybe this might not be for you.
Warning: This chapter contains the mention of both consensual and nonconsensual sex with a minor! If you are in anyway effected by such things please do not read!
The Grass is Always Greener:
Chapter Two
It´s Not Easy… Being Me…
JPOV
"Master Whitlock," Riley, our trusted butler and family friend´s firm but loving voice sounded from the entrance to my childhood bedroom. He stood before me impeccably dressed in his customary dark suit, crisp white shirt and neatly placed black bowtie.
The man was officially retired and he still couldn't seem to let loose, not that I blamed him. I too was a bit of a stuffed shirt, dressed in full military regalia. "Sir," Riley cleared his throat in an attempt to regain my attention. "Your things have been placed in the car and we can leave for the airport whenever you´re ready." The emotion may have been hidden from his stoic expression, but the obvious crack in his voice gave way to his feelings.
Leaving me would be one of the hardest things he would ever have to do.
I was going to miss him too. Riley, had been more of a father to me in the past 5 years than the man who gave me life. Peter Whitlock died the day he lost my mother.
My mind wandered briefly to the many memories that Riley and I shared and I chuckled without humor. The most vivid of all my childhood memories kept playing over and over in my head.
It was of Riley in a designer suit trying to teach me how to ride a skateboard. Let´s just say that after he ruined four or five of his prize winning suits, we opted for a skate park with a licensed instructor.
Yeah, that was pretty funny.
It was a little less painful when I turned 16 and he taught me how to drive. Not so much when he gave me the sex talk though, seeing how my real father couldn´t be bothered to take the time to do it. Riley has been my rock and now I was losing him too.
Swiping at the errant tears that had escaped my eyes, I squared my shoulders, taking care that my uniform was up to par, replaced my hat and closed the door to my childhood room, never looking back.
All too soon the car pulled to a stop in front of the Delta terminal at the Dallas – Fort Worth International Airport, I was flying commercial today since Riley needed my private jet to get back to his native England. Not bad for a seventeen year old kid, huh? Really, it was the least I could do for the old gent, sending him off to an early retirement in style.
Riley´s voice brought me back to the present, "Are you sure you don´t need me to stay awhile and help you get settled in?" he offered in an attempt to prolong the inevitable.
This was Riley, always putting others before himself. The man had given my family most of his adult life and he was still having trouble cutting the umbilical cord. Our separation was going to hurt him far worse than it would me.
Albeit reluctantly, at least I had family I was going to be living with; he on the other hand, only had my family´s London flat which I had gifted him after the reading of the will. We had so many fond memories of vacations and holidays spent there that I thought it would mean a great deal to him if I let him keep it.
Of course I got everything, which was way more than I could ever use in one lifetime, but my father also made provisions for Riley in his will as well. He would remain on payroll, receiving his salary and yearly bonus throughout the duration of his life, making it so that he never had to work again. It was selfishness on my family´s part, but it made me feel good to know that Riley would always be there for me should I have a need for him.
Squaring my shoulders and standing just a bit taller, as if I were a soldier going off to war, I looked the fatherly man I loved so dearly directly in the eyes and replied, "It´s time Riley, time for me to become a man and take care of myself. Ma and pa are gone now and it´s high time that you have a life of your own." My voice broke with the overwhelming sadness that my words brought with them.
Fuck being brave, I was afraid, afraid of letting go of the one true constant left in my life. Somehow it felt like, by letting him go, I was losing the last link I had to my parents… my life… to everything.
Was this goodbye?
Would I ever see Riley again?
An overwhelming feeling of fear and sadness washed over me and before I knew it, I was throwing my lanky arms around him and burying my face in the crook of his neck. When my father left that fateful morning two months ago for a shareholders´ meeting in the city, I had no idea that it would be that last time that I saw him alive.
If I´d known then what I know now, I would have made more of an effort to let him know that I forgive him and that I still loved him. The thought of something happening to Riley once he boarded the plane left me with that same sickening feeling.
For a split second, I let myself become that scared little boy again, full of doubt and uncertainty, and so I allowed Riley to comfort me. When I felt his strong arms encase themselves around me, immediately I felt safe.
I felt… home!
"There, there, son," he whispered in a hushed tone while gently patting on my back. "You´ll be fine. Your cousin Rosalie and Emmett are quite ecstatic about having you live with them, everything will be fine. You´ll see."
My body tensed as visions of a plane crashing flashed through my mind. Out of crippling fear, my hands fisted the material of his suit and I clung to him tighter. Out of nowhere Riley spoke my thoughts. "I know what you´re thinking and you´re wrong. Nothing is going to happen to me. I promise." I pulled back looking puzzled at his words. "This is most definitely not goodbye," he smiled as realization dawned across my face. He always could read me like a book.
"Remember, I´m only a phone call away. Be happy son, and don´t worry… your secret is safe with me, but I have a strong feeling that you´ll find all the happiness you need and deserve in Chicago. Just be open to it and don´t continue to shut people out." He pressed his lips against the top of my head briefly before disentangling himself from my clutches.
I looked up at him as my tears now came unabashedly and could see that he too had tears silently streaming down his face. Words were impossible as I fought to get the large lump out of my throat, and get past the sudden tidal wave of emotion.
This was it and there was nothing more to be said, so with a squeeze to my shoulder and a promise to call as soon as he landed, along with another to see me at Christmas, I was escorted into the terminal by the skycap, away from the only life I´d ever known.
_TGiAG_
Two and half hours later the flight attendant announced that we should prepare for landing, so I stored all of my electronics and nervously waited to step into my future, or at the least my here-and-now.
Prepare for landing!
Rosalie and Emmett!
Prepare for Cousin Emmett, I don´t think that´s even possible! I thought with a wry grin. I collected all of my shit and prepared to disembark the plane. I hadn´t seen either one of them for years until they showed up for my father´s funeral a couple of months ago and even then because of Em´s obligations at work, they only came for the day. So imagine my surprise when my father´s attorney, Bart Michaels announced that they would be my new legal guardians and overseers of my trust fund.
This should be interesting!
I made my way through the crowded airport after double checking the monitor for where I was to retrieve my luggage. The airport was teeming with bustling travelers scurrying to make their departing flights, but luckily, I was able to maneuver my way through the airport without any trouble. People tended to give a man in uniform a wide berth and a certain amount of respect.
I had just pulled the last piece of my luggage from the carousel when Emmett´s booming voice sounded over my shoulder. "Damn, lil J," he chuckled giving me the once over and a mock salute. "You look like you do more before 9 am than I´ll do for the rest of my life." I looked at him in confusion, not getting the gist of what he was saying. Obviously, this was meant to be some type of a joke, because his exuberant laughter could not only be heard throughout the entire airport, but the entire state of Chicago as well.
Smack!
"That´s the army, you jackass, he´s wearing a damn Marine´s uniform," my feisty cousin Rosalie snapped. God I love her!
"Owwaaa," bellowed Em rubbing the back of his head. "What the hell, Rosie that shit hurt!"
Now it was my turn to laugh, and laugh I did. The look on his face was priceless. It was crystal clear who wore the pants in this relationship and it certainly wasn't the big oaf standing in front of me. "Don´t you listen to a word he says, Jasper," Rosalie said all the while pulling me into her warm embrace. "You look so handsome, I´m sure we´ll be fighting the young ladies off in no time." Automatically, my body stiffened, and inwardly, I cringed at her words. One thing I didn´t need right now was my cousin trying to play matchmaker with my love life.
The intimacy of her embrace didn´t help the situation much either, because I wasn´t used this type of affection. Since my mother passed away, no one ever touched me like that, well, aside from Riley, and even those times were few and far between. It was too much too soon.
Misinterpreting my reaction, Rose tried to reassure me. "It´s okay, Jazzy," she ruffled my too long locks much like she did when I was younger; "you look fine. Emmett´s just being a jerk, don´t pay him any attention. Looks like you´ve got everything, so let´s get you home. I can´t wait for you to see your new room!" She reached out in an attempt to lace her fingers with mine, but I simply grabbed a hold of the release bar on the cart and pushed it towards the door. What was I, two? I didn´t want to hurt Rosalie´s feelings, but I wasn´t in the market for being babied. Chicago was just my means to an end.
I saw the brief look of rejection flash across her face, but it wasn´t enough for me to change my mind. I hated to hurt her, but touching was off limits. Touching always led to other things. I shook my head forcing back the images that threatened to bombard me; this was neither the time nor the place for that to happen.
Walking out into the blinding Chicago sun, I decided to bide my time and prepare, because as soon as the the clock struck midnight on my 18th birthday, I was out of here.
_TGiAG_
It had been two weeks since I´d come to Chicago and I was even more depressed now than when I first arrived. Thankfully, Rose and Em´s house was huge and I didn´t have to see them if I didn´t want to. I was probably being an emo-jerk, but I only found it necessary to leave my room for dinner and to swim. They had a fucking awesome Olympic-sized swimming pool that I put to good use on a daily basis. Swimming was the one thing that I felt kept me close to my mother.
Riley and I talked everyday and I couldn´t wait until I turned 18, so I could move to London. I´d made my decision after the first night I spent here. There I would be able to start a new life where nobody knew me and I could try to find happiness. Night after night, Riley talked me off the vicarious ledge I was teetering on and gave me hope for another day.
Rose and Em had stopped a while ago trying to get through to me and pretty much left me to my own devices, so I was surprised when Emmett knocked on my bedroom door one evening asking if we could speak.
Apparently, one of his rich friends was in need of a yard boy for the summer and Emmett thought it a good idea to volunteer me. It came as no surprise since they had tried a few times before to get me interested in some type of summer activity - be it interning with Em at the office or taking a few classes at Northwestern - they just couldn´t see me spending my entire summer swimming and playing video games.
Funny, cause that was exactly what I had planned on doing, and nothing either one of them said was going to make me change my mind. I just wanted to serve my time and get the hell out of here. I didn´t need to make any friends along the way to do it.
According to Emmett, his best friend, Edward Cullen´s usual gardener had to leave for Mexico on a family emergency and since it was on such short notice, this Edward guy couldn´t find a replacement.
Seems that old moneybags had a thing about privacy and wouldn´t just let anyone onto his property. Emmett explained that I would only be responsible for the property within the gates and a larger firm would handle the outside.
What the hell was wrong with this guy? I thought to myself, tuning Emmett out as he rambled on and on about how great this tool was. Who the hell cares who cuts their fucking grass? It´s not like they´d be counting his money or anything! If anything, my interest was piqued; the guy probably had a hump on his back and walked with a limp.
Three cheers for Quasimodo… hip, hip… hooray!
Hip, hip…
In the end, my curiosity won out and I decided to meet with this mysterious stranger for an interview and see what all the fuss was about. It also didn´t hurt that he would be throwing some serious cash my way; until I turned 25, I was on a tight leash financially. I would need all the help I could get to make my escape in a couple of months.
Leave it to Peter to fuck that up too!
The next morning I got up bright and early dressed in a pair of black Armani slacks, a white button-down and a black skinny tie and caught a ride with Emmett into the city. It turns out that Em was the VP at this ass wipe´s company, the guy had a really great head on his shoulders when he wasn´t goofing off.
This should be interesting.
I craned my neck in an effort to look up at the building before we headed into the underground parking. "Wow," I said in awe of the magnificent edifice I was staring at.
Emmett chuckled beside me. "Pretty damn amazing, huh, Edward´s mom is and architect and interior designer, she´s the one who did the building," he informed me proudly. "You think this is something, wait until you see Ed and Sweet B´s place. They´ve got that the hottest fucking crib in the state of Chicago. You think the pool at my place is something. Edward´s shit is legit inside and out." Even in an Armani suit with grown-up responsibilities, Emmett was still nothing but a fucking big ass kid!
I perked up at his words, because the only thing that I was still doing from my former life was swimming, so the prospect of a better pool had me itching to make a good impression. Usually besides dinner that was the only time I ever left my room, so I was looking forward to seeing Mr. Cullen´s mega pool and maybe going for a swim.
Him… not so much, but I digress.
The ride up to the 51st floor went smoothly in the shiny glass and chrome elevator. I was no stranger to office buildings, but nothing my father ever had resembled this. This place was sleek and modern with a hint of class; whoever designed it did one hell of a job. Emmett and I parted ways outside of Mr. Cullen´s office and I promised to come and find him when I was done.
_TGiAG_
Sitting outside, in front of the heavy wooden doors, in the reception area I began to get nervous. I had never been to a job interview before and I was scared shitless. Granted, at the base we were responsible for the upkeep of the grounds, so that part didn´t scare me, nor was I a stranger to hard work. No, it was more about the interview process itself, having to sit there and have someone scrutinize and knit-pick your every movement and response had me on edge.
Running my hand through my thick curls and smoothing out my black slacks for the millionth time, I pulled in a raged breath. I was freaking out and seriously thinking about leaving. "I´m sorry Mr. Whitlock," the elderly receptionist who had introduced herself earlier as Mrs. Hunter called, making me jump at the sound of my name. "Mr. Cullen is on an international conference call and it will be a few more minutes before he can see you. Perhaps I could get you something to drink while you wait? We have juice, milk, water, coffee, tea, soda… What can I get you?"
Opening my mouth to respond, I was cut off by a beautiful brunette who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. "Jasper?" she asked hesitantly as if she was unsure if she had the right person or not. "Jasper Whitlock, Rose and Em´s little cousin," I could see a spark of recognition in her beautiful eyes as she got closer; often it had been said that Rosalie and I could pass for siblings.
Yeah, I still didn´t see it!
Blushing self-consciously at the attention, I stood to greet the beauty properly. "Yes, ma´am," I responded offering my hand and tipping my head like a good Southern gentleman. "I´m Jasper Whitlock, pleased to meet you, Miss…" I had no idea who this beauty was, but my hand felt right in hers. A warm surge shot up my arm and flowed throughout my entire body; while an unexplainable feeling of peace that I hadn´t felt in a longtime settled over me.
"Swan," she replied. "Isabella Swan, Rose and Em´s best friend," she explained pulling me into a welcoming hug. To my surprise, I didn't feel my usual aversion to touching and instantly melted into her warm embrace. Inhaling deeply, the scent of ripe strawberries permeated from her skin and hair assaulting my senses. My dick twitched with excitement, feeling her soft pliable body meld into mine. Heat rose up my face and neck in embarrassment at my raging teenage hormones.
Awkward!
Isabella´s incredibly sensual and husky speaking voice close to my ear brought me out of my stupor. I could listen to her read the entire phone book, if it meant I could hear her voice. "I´m sorry to hear about your father, I had the pleasure of meeting him a few times when he was here on business." As with any mention to my father, I stiffened, and my only response was a slight nod of my head and a tighter grip on the welcoming angel in my arms.
Bye-bye erection!
Without another word passing between us, Isabella just held me in her arms, unconsciously giving me what she knew I needed. It had been so long since the touch of another human being brought me any type comfort, but I couldn't find it in myself to pass up this opportunity, to be held… to be loved. Even though what this woman was doing to me felt so foreign, it felt utterly right at the same time. What was baffling to me was, I didn´t know if I wanted her to comfort me emotionally or sexually.
What the fuck!
Where did that come from?
However, I did know that I never wanted to leave; I wanted to spend the rest of my life wrapped in the arms of this sweet smelling woman, who with a single embrace made me feel like I could one day be whole again. I couldn´t explain it, she just had a way about her that made me want to get to know her better.
"It´s nice to finally meet you, sweetie, my fiancé, Edward mentioned that you were coming in today for an interview." she said breaking me from my insane thoughts. She pulled back releasing me from her embrace, immediately, I felt cold from the loss of her touch. Fiancé! Figures the good ones are always taken.
Then it hit me, I was here to see her fiancé. No fucking way! She was engaged to Quasimodo! But, but she was beautiful and sexy in a sophisticated way. Un-fucking-believable! Now I really needed to impress this guy, especially, if I wanted to spend more time with Isabella; even if all we could have was a friendship. I had to make a good impression on old moneybags if I had any chance of making that dream a reality.
Okay Whitlock, time to crank up the old Southern charm and work your magic; you can do this. I gave myself an internal pep-talk. If I was going to convince the Hunchback of Notre Dame to hire me for the summer, I had to make one hell of a good impression.
Getting this job would advertently place me in a position to cross paths with the lovely Isabella Swan all summer long. Suddenly, I was a man on a mission. Fuck wallowing in self-pity all summer; I had a new reason to get out of bed every morning! I had no idea how many other people were vying for the position, but I knew exactly who was going to get it.
Me!
It took a minute, but the light clicked and Emmett´s words from earlier flashed through my head. "You think this is something, wait until you see Ed and Sweet B´s place." My lip curled into a smirk as I momentarily got lost in my own thoughts. This pretty gal was the famous Sweet B? What are the fucking odds?
I quickly snapped back to the present, but not before Isabella noticed the humor on my face. "Care to share the joke, Mr.?" she asked lightheartedly giving my shoulder a playful nudge.
Again my face flushed crimson and I felt the flames of my blush licking at my skin. "Um… well," I stuttered sheepishly. "I was just wondrin´ if I was speakin´ to the famous Sweet B?" My wide grin turned to a frown as I watched an array of emotions flash across Isabella´s beautiful face.
Surprise… shock… understanding… annoyance, lastly… anger!
Fucking Emmett!
Immediately, I backpedaled, hoping my forwardness hadn´t gotten me into trouble. "I´m sorry, Ms. Swan," I rushed out in defeat trying to make amends. "I didn´t mean any disrespect. I was just repeatin´ …" I let my statement trail away, because I had no excuse for what I´d done.
From the many scolding´s I´d received as a child, I should have been smart enough not to repeat anything that came from the mouth of Emmett-jackass-McCarty. The big oaf was nothing but a man-child that loved to get any and everyone into trouble, including himself.
Fuck my life!
Isabella shocked the hell out of me by letting out a deep throaty laugh that brought a few tears to her eyes. "Emmett," we both said at the same time. Words could not describe how relieved I felt that I hadn´t offended her. She had introduced herself as Rose and Em´s best friend, so surely there was no need for any further explanation.
To know Em was to love him!
"No need for apologies," she spoke between chuckles wiping the tears from her chocolate eyes. "And if you call me Ms. Swan again…" she warned peering over her black-rimmed glasses. I held up my hands up in surrender, she did not need to finish that statement; I got the message loud and clear. "You´re a quick learner Jasper Whitlock, I like that. Now, my friends call me Bella with the exception of my Emmy bear, but I digress." She smiled warmly and automatically I returned the gesture.
Emmy Bear!
I would definitely be filing that away for later use!
"Yes, ma´am, Ms. Bella," I responded politely shaking her hand again in an attempt at reintroduction.
Pinching my cheeks she playfully said, "You are such the Southern charmer, Jasper Whitlock. I could get used to having you around." Following her compliment, she linked our arms together and moved us toward Mrs. Hunter´s desk. "I can´t wait for Edward to meet you. I just know that he´ll love you too." I visibly tensed at her word.
Reality set in and the real reason I was standing here in the executive office suite of Cullen Enterprises set in. I swallowed thickly trying but failing to clear away the newly formed lump in my throat.
Ever the observant one, Bella picked up on my reaction immediately. "Hey," she tugged lightly on my arm to get me to stop. "This," she waved between me and the thick mahogany doors, "is nothing but a formality. Trust me, Edward´s bark is far worse than his bite." Scanning the room to make sure we were free of any prying ears, Bella leaned in and stage whispered, "He may look like an angry lion, but I promise you he´s nothing but a harmless old tomcat." Her infectious laughter rang out in the otherwise quiet room once again and I couldn´t help but join in.
We were so caught up in her little joke that neither one of us noticed Mr. Cullen standing behind us. The sound of a throat clearing and the visibly paled receptionist told me all I needed to know; I had been caught hamming it up with the boss´s fiancé.
"Isabella, love," the velvety sounding voice spoke from behind us, "I wasn´t expecting you for another hour or so, I still have to interview Emmett´s cousin." His tone was very businesslike and I was afraid that I had already made a bad impression.
Surely this will not end well!
"Oh, Edward, sweetheart, you startled me." Bella said breathlessly as she spun around to face the man behind me. Letting go of my arm and clutching her chest, Bella explained. "I came up early. I wanted to meet the famous Jazz that I´d heard so much about. Rose and Emmett were always going on and on about their baby cousin that I had to meet the boy for myself and find out what all the fuss was about." I´d yet to turn around, so nobody but Mrs. Hunter saw the smile that danced on my lips when Bella said she wanted to meet me, but when she gave me a wink and a subtle head nod I groaned inwardly; it was time to face my impending doom.
Taking a deep breath, I straightened my body to its full 6´2" and turned around to meet my future employer. To say I was shocked at what I saw would be an understatement. Edward Cullen for lack of a better word was … beautiful!
Attending an all-boy's military school, you tend to find different ways to pass the time. Granted a heady dose of peer pressure and bullying tends to color the experience, but it´s an experience nonetheless. And like in my case, it wasn´t always a good one, though it did help me come to terms with many of my urges.
I was attracted to both men and women and the way my pulse had started to quicken and the telltale rush of blood flowing to my stiffening South Pole were all signs that I was definitely attracted to my new boss.
Yes, you heard me correctly, my boss, there was no way in hell I was walking out of here today without it being confirmed that I had indeed been given the job of lawn boy at the Cullen/Swan estate.
After what seemed like hours but in reality was no more than a few seconds Bella´s voice lulled me out of my trance. "Edward, I´d like to meet Mr. Jasper Whitlock," she urged me forward, "Jasper, this is Edward Cullen."
I extended my hand to the beautiful Greek God standing in front of me for a customary greeting between a potential employee and employer, but what I got in return was far more stimulating. When or hands touched an unexplainable bolt of electricity shot through my entire body causing me to jerk my hand away in shock.
What the fuck was that?
Hypnotizing green eyes pierced my blue ones and time stood still as I stared into the most amazing pair of eyes I´d ever seen. A thousand different feelings coursed through my frozen body, arousal being the most predominant, did he feel it too? Was this some cosmic sign that we were both attracted to each other? Before I could open my mouth to speak, Mr. Cullen looked away, but not before I saw the brief look of what only could be described as longing flash across his beautiful face.
Sadly, it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared and it was back to business from there on out. He then ordered me to stop wasting his time and to follow him into his office. Chagrined and feeling like an errant child, my shoulders slumped and I did as I was bid.
What the fuck just happened?
And why did it make my semi-hard cock twitch?
_TGiAG_
"Please, no…" I cried shaking my head back and forth. "I´m scared… I don´t want to… please…"
"Stop being a fucking baby, Whitlock," he barked. "Just let me make you feel good. I´ve seen you watching, I know what it does to you… how hard it makes that little cock of yours! Stop being a fucking cocktease and keep still!" Terrified that he would hurt far worse than necessary, I obeyed.
The moment his lips made contact with my throbbing erection, a feeling like I had never known shot through me, and as much as I wanted to hate what was happening to me I couldn´t.
No!
I loved it!
I loved the fire than ran through my veins as the heat from his wet mouth engulfed my aching cock. I grunted and groaned as he worked me in and out of his mouth. Sucking… slurping… and skimming his teeth against my sensitive flesh. Closing my eyes, I gave my body permission to enjoy the carnal pleasures that my roommate was giving me.
He moaned around me and my eyes shot open, only to find my worst nightmare naked and moaning around my cock, instead of Felix. Panic ensued and I struggled to get away from him, but found that I couldn´t move. My hands and feet were bound to the bed and no matter how hard thrashed I couldn´t break free.
Officer Newton leaned back on his haunches and stroked his enormous and intimidating cock. "I´m gonna love breaking you in, Whitlock," he sneered menacingly at me. "You´ve been flaunting that tight little rich ass of yours around here like you own the god damn place and now I´m gonna fuck that cocky ass attitude right out of you!" Without any farther preamble, Officer Newton slammed into me, ripping me apart in the process.
"Ahhh…" I screamed and shot up in bed like a rocket. Sweat and tears poured from my body like a faucet and my chest rose and fell rapidly with each ragged breath I took. Nervously, my eyes took in my surroundings; I was in my room in Chicago. I was safe and Newton would never be able to hurt me again.
Fuck! It was starting again and not only that, but they were getting worse.
The dreams had been a reoccurring thorn in my side for the last couple of months and always pretty much played out the same way. Me getting my first ever blowjob from my much older roommate, Felix and then they would morph into that sick bastard Newton trying to rape me.
Shaking my head to dispel the haunting memories, I jumped out of bed and threw on a pair of trunks. It was only a little after four in the morning, but there was no way that I could get back to sleep, not after that. I still had a while before I had to go to work, so I decided to go for a swim to try and clear my mind.
Thankfully, Rose and Em had a heated indoor pool in the basement and I could swim whenever the mood hit; which was often, because that´s how I worked through all my problems. Padding quietly through the hallway, I made my way downstairs and was immediately comforted when the smell of fresh chlorine assaulted my senses. The water was like a soothing balm that always seemed to comfort me.
Swimming had always been my way to escape since losing my mother. Charlotte used to joke that I took to the water like a fish, because I had been swimming since I was eight months old and was competing in meets by the time I was five.
It was something about the way the water enveloped me as my muscles pulled and stretched with each stroke that allowed me to become lost in my own wet fantasy land. Swimming always left me with a sense of calm, even if it is short-lived. When I was in the water, nothing and no one could touch me. Thank God that sick bastard hadn´t taken that away from me as well.
_TGiAG_
The orange glow of the rising sun was coming through my bedroom window when I headed upstairs to shower and dress for the day. My entire body ached from the rigorous workout my muscles had just endured, so I turned the shower on as hot as I could stand it and let the powerful jets and rainforest shower head go to work on my achy flesh.
God that shit felt good! I thought as I stood directly beneath the spray.
Relaxed now, I let my mind wonder to the reclusive Mr. Edward Cullen and his beautiful fiancée, Isabella, immediately my body reacted. My cock began to stir to life and stiffen with thoughts of my gorgeous boss and his future wife. Reaching for the body wash, I lathered up my hardened member and began to stroke out a slow rhythm.
Mr. Cullen hadn´t said a single word to me since our interview two weeks ago and I had no idea why, but if what I´d been witness too for the past week was any indication of how he felt about me, then words weren´t necessary. Hell the whole concept of speaking could be overrated for all I know and care.
The interview process went well for the most part. Aside from the raging hard-on I was sporting the entire time and the fantasies of me sucking Mr. Cullen´s cock, I´d say it went pretty darn well.
A few times I caught him eyeing me with a peculiar look that I couldn´t explain. Call me crazy, but the look he was giving me, made me feel like something to eat.
Not that I´m opposed, quite the opposite actually, I love a man with a hearty appetite. And after signing a shitload of paperwork and basically promising to give him my firstborn son; I was given the job.
Part of the first week I spent shadowing his guy and learning the ropes. Turns out Mr. C was a bit anal when it came to the upkeep of is precious lawn. It was a bit fucked up, but I loved the challenge. So by the middle of the week Javier took to shadowing me and by Friday, he said I was ready to work on my own.
I may not have spoken directly to Mr. Cullen, but he was always there in the shadows… watching me. In the beginning, it was a bit unnerving. Everyday like clockwork the hairs on the back of neck would stand on end and swear I could feel his eyes on me. I began to crave the feeling like a drug.
It was nothing like I felt that night in the pool house when that fucking douche bag Newton tried to attack me. No, this time it aroused me. I knew it was Mr. Cullen because it always happened around the same time every day. Soon, I found myself standing below his window every evening around 5 o´clock waiting, watching for the inevitable.
In the beginning, I could only feel him. He did a remarkable job at hiding himself. It was almost as if this was some type of cat and mouse game we were playing where I felt like the prey. It was dangerous to assume that this was anything more than him just keeping an eye on his employee, but I couldn´t help but get aroused each time I felt his eyes on me.
Thank God, the equipment shed was off in a secluded area in the back of the pool house; it would have been quite embarrassing to get caught jerking off on the job, but I couldn´t help it. The fucking man was driving me nuts!
I would be so painfully hard by the time my shift ended that there was no way that I could drive home without having an accident. By the middle of the second week Riley picked up on my frustration and forced me to confide in him.
To make matters worse, I had become even more confused by Mr. Cullen´s odd behavior; because when I received my first weeks pay it was way more than we agreed upon. And if that wasn´t enough, the very next day Bella handed me an envelope containing a shitload of gift cards to all my favorite spots, they were all addressed to me from E. Cullen. What the hell!
What the fuck did all this mean?
Was he trying to be my Sugar Daddy?
Did he want me to be some dirty little secret that he hid from Bella? No that couldn´t be, she was the one who gave me the envelope, but did she know what was inside? Fuck, this shit was confusing!
The more I thought about it the more fucking outraged I became! As much as I wished Mr. Cullen was attracted to me, I could never hurt Bella. She and I had become extremely close in the short time that I´d been working for them; my loyalty without a doubt lies with her primarily.
Unlike Sir Dickhead, Bella made it a point to speak to me every day; even if she didn´t make it home before I left she would still take the time to call and question how my day went. She even confessed to loving the water just as much as I did and when she wasn't working late, we would go for a swim and have dinner together me before I called it a night, but even on those rare days, Mr. Cullen was nowhere in sight.
My attraction to Bella was growing steadily, and It didn´t help any seeing her sashay around the pool house in barely there bikinis, completely oblivious to how beautiful she was. Being in the water with her half-dressed always gave me a hard-on and I was beginning to feel like a fucking pervert every time we were together.
The boundaries of my relationship with Bella were quickly becoming blurred. I wasn´t sure what it was that I wanted from her anymore. On the one hand she felt like a second mom, nurturing and caring, but then there was a part of me, a very large part of me that wanted to fuck her brains out until she came hard screaming my name. See where I might have a problem!
What sick fucker wants to fuck his mother?
The guilt was eating me up inside and Riley became my sounding board. Poor fellow had to take to sleeping American time because I was always calling to whine in his ear like a fucking pussy. Not once did he call me sick or think any less of me because of what I was going through. He just advised me to stay calm and let the situation work itself out.
"Technically, Mr. Cullen hadn´t crossed any lines and until he does, you don´t have anything to worry about." Riley advised during one of our many phone calls.
"But Riley," I sighed feeling completely out of my element. "How is it that I can have feelings for both of them? Doesn´t that make me some kind of sick freak or something… I mean who the fuck does that?" I roughly tugged at my too long hair and paced from one end of my bedroom to the other.
"Language son," Riley scolded in a fatherly manner. "Jasper, in my opinion, I think you´re overreacting and I´m almost willing to bet that there is more to this than your relatively innocent mind is seeing." I hated when he went all Mr. Miyagi on me and spoke cryptically, just give me the fucking answer and screw all the `wax on wax off bullshit´.
"What do you mean there´s more to this?" I asked becoming annoyed with the way the conversation was going.
"I meant that there could possibly be more to Mr. Cullen and Bella´s relationship that you´re seeing." My brow furrowed slightly as I tried to wrap my mind around his words. "You and Bella are close, why don´t you try talking to her? You don´t have to use any real names, just bring it up as a hypothetical situation and ask her advice as a friend.
The more I tossed the idea around in my head, the more it kind of made sense to me. I mean, Bella did seem awfully comfortable around me - too comfortable sometimes. I never told anyone, but a couple of times I´d seen her naked when we were changing in the pool house.
At first I felt bad, because I´d walked in on her, but when it continued to happen and each time she just laughed it off without making a move to cover herself; I did the only thing I could… I looked. To her credit, Bella never made things weird; she never treated me any differently than she always had; not even when she caught me watching Mr. Cullen masturbate in his bedroom window the other day.
Visions of his hand gliding back and forth along the shiny skin of his shaft had me now pumping my cock with newfound vigor. "Ungh," I grunted relishing in the feel of my solid length gripped tightly in the palm of my hand.
He was dressed in a grey suit, white shirt with the top few buttons undone and a yellow and baby blue striped tie that hung loose around his neck, but what stood out the most was his thick pulsating cock that begged to have my mouth wrapped around it hanging out of the front of his pants. These new feelings were becoming overwhelming, never had I desired to give myself over to someone, to some bodies, so completely before.
I had only been with one person in my entire life and I was afraid that both Bella and Mr. Cullen would think me young and inexperienced. I knew that I had a lot to learn sexually, but I wasn´t sure if that would be enough, especially, for someone older and so much more experienced. I mean God; they were engaged, both smart, successful and absolutely gorgeous. How on earth could I compete with that?
In school, I was lucky enough to have Felix as my roommate the entire time I was there. He was three years older than me and always made it a point to look out for me. It wasn't a big school and sometimes the pickin´s were slim, so that meant either having someone watch your back or becoming somebody´s bitch. I was grateful for the latter.
Felix was a pretty big guy, so nobody fucked with him and by being his roommate that gave him first dibs on me. Initially, I didn´t know just how much that fact would later mean to me. Actually, it was something I took for granted, until one night, I walked in on a couple of older cadets `breaking in´ one of the younger ones. Not a pleasant sight. However, it did stir something in me and I found myself paying more attention to my surroundings.
Not all of it was bad, some people actually had relationships, secretly of course, but relationships nonetheless, and the late night moaning and groaning began arousing me. I was 14 and Felix was 17, when he gave me my first blowjob. The rest, as they say, was history.
A few more pumps of my swollen dick had me crying out Bella and Mr. Cullen´s names while I watched the evidence of my earth shattering release swirl down the drain, my head fell against the cool granite shower wall and my chest heaved with exertion. My mind was overwrought with guilt as I tried to slow down my accelerated breathing.
Bella was one of Rose and Emmett´s closest friends. Hell, she had even been an amazing friend to me. As a matter of fact, besides Riley, she was my only fucking friend! And here I had been intruding on Mr. Cullen´s private moments and invading Bella´s privacy, all so I could have new material for my spank bank. I was definitely a sick fucker! What was even more confusing was that Bella caught me watching, but acted as if nothing happened. What the fuck was that about?
Fuck my life!
Suck it the fuck up Whitlock, and get your ass in gear! I scolded myself. Unfortunately, I didn´t have any more time to wallow in my misery, so I threw on some basketball shorts and a matching wife-beater and headed downstairs.
"Jazz, aren´t you going to have breakfast before you leave?" Rosalie called from inside the pantry.
"No thanks, Cuz," I responded on my way through the kitchen and to the garage. "My best girl, Mrs. Cope, would be jealous if I didn´t eat with her. It´s kind of become our thing." I bid Rose a good day after half listening to her say something about needing to talk to me, jumped in my Escalade and drove the few miles up the hill and into the secluded patch if woods that surrounded Bella and Mr. Cullen´s place excited to see what the day would bring.
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Oh. My. God! I thought to myself, as I paced back and forth across the pool house. Today was the day; I was finally going to talk to Bella… about everything. Was I really going to fucking do this? Was I going to stand here and spill my guts about wanting some kind of sick threesome with Bella and Mr. Cullen?
Fuck! Why wasn´t Riley here when I needed him!
I was literally losing my fucking mind!
Every day this week, Mr. Cullen had been in his window. Taunting me! Teasing me! Fucking owning me with that deliciously thick cock of his! And like the sick fucker that I was, I always came back hungry and greedy for more.
And if that wasn´t enough to give me a fucking heart attack, Bella invited me to go skinny dipping in the goddamn pool the other night right after she palmed my junk! I feel like I´m living in the motherfucking Twilight Zone! Needless to say I was now doing my best to avoid Bella like the plague!
My guilt at finding pleasure in watching Mr. Cullen and wanting to fuck Bella´s brains out simultaneously had me making up excuses not be around her; it had been three days since she´d felt me up, butt-assed naked in the tool shed and I was beginning to suffer from withdrawals.
We still spoke briefly on the phone every evening, but I found myself running away each time after sharing what could only be described as a very intimate moment with Mr. Cullen. Two days ago things had begun to shift. For the first time he held my unrelenting gaze while his body rocked with his release, letting me know that that little performance was definitely all for me.
I was beginning to run out of excuses as to why I couldn´t hang out with Bella anymore and that's why I grew a pair of balls and agreed to meet her for lunch today in the pool house. She sounded so sad last night on the phone; it fucking ripped my heart out to know that she was missing me just as much as I was missing her. I owed it to her to be honest; it would kill me to lose her too.
Briefly my mind flashed back to Mr. Cullen. Initially, I thought that my seeing him was just a fluke, but by the third day, I knew that it was no fucking accident. Mr. Cullen wanted me to see him, but why? Why was he doing this?
Why was he teasing me this way?
Surely, with a fiancé like Bella, he could never want anything sexual with the likes of me. I was nothing special. Nothing but a broken misguided boy trapped in a man´s body. But that didn´t stop me from fantasizing about all the things that Mr. Cullen could do to me while Bella watched. Foolishly, I would even give them both my most prized possession… my virginity! Thank God I was smart enough not to let Felix rob me of that and I was able to get away from Newton with my ass still intact.
The distinct sound of heels clicking on the tiled floor broke me from my thoughts and signaled that my time had run out. Suddenly, I was feeling like a caged wild animal with no escape. Backing myself into a corner, my great idea of talking it out, didn´t seem so great anymore. My breath hitched and I froze when I caught sight of Bella in the doorway of the now too small kitchen.
She was, for lack of a better word, exquisite! Her curvaceous body was sheathed in a tight as fuck grey pencil skirt, a navy blue button-down sleeveless blouse that had a ruffle trim around the neck and arms, a wide shiny black belt to accentuate her slender waist and a pair black patent leather fuck-me pumps the made her legs go on for days. My mind may have been one big clusterfuck, but dick knew exactly where it wanted to be; buried to the hilt inside this beautiful woman.
"Jasper," she purred seductively unbuttoning the top few buttons of her shirt allowing me a peek at the cups of her lacy black bra. "I´ve missed you so much, sweet boy."
Say what?
"H… hu… huh, wha… what?" I squeaked like a pubescent teenage girl. "I… I mean, Ma´am?" I didn´t mean for it to sound like a question, but my mind was spinning with so many different scenarios and all of them had me naked and kneeling at Bella´s feet.
Go fucking figure!
The most sensual and erotic laugh fell from her luscious lips before she said, "You´re just too adorable for words. Come here sweet boy, and give mommy a hug and kiss." She held out her open arms to me as if she´d just asked me what the weather was.
Mommy!
Now I was certain that I was living in the Twilight Zone! Too bad that that realization didn´t stop my feet from moving one in front of the other in her direction; the sweet smelling scent of strawberries and vanilla wrapped around me like a soft fragrant cloud. I sighed contentedly as my body melted into her embrace.
"Mmm…" she hummed burying her face into the crook of my neck. The heels she was wearing brought her eye-level with me and with a slow turn of her head she brushed her lips softly against mine.
Bolts of electricity and sparks flew at the feel of her soft supple lips pressing against mine. Hesitant, reluctant, testing almost in our movements; instinct took over and I slowly began to kiss her back. Surprisingly, that was exactly what she wanted. My brain screamed how wrong this was, but my body had never felt so completely connected to another human being in my life.
Our mouths moved at a slow sensual pace until Bella nipped at my bottom lip, causing me to open to her. Seasoned with years of experience, Bella´s tongue descended on my unsuspecting mouth and devoured me. Full of passion and burning fire, the kiss began to quickly take on a life of its own.
Slender fingers wound themselves into the thick curls at the nape of my neck, making me groan deeply in my chest. The stab of her rock hard nipples pressed tightly up against me had my body reacting wildly. I knew that she could feel exactly what she was doing to me as my need pressed against her stomach.
Following her lead, I timidly brought my hands up and ran them through her hair; it felt like spun silk as the strands glided smoothly between my fingertips. I felt like I was living out one of my greatest fantasies. If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake. Fear had me greedily deepening the kiss; if this was all I got, I wanted to make it worthwhile.
Sadly, even in fantasies you needed to breath and all too soon Bella was pulling away. Her husky voice sounded breathless when she whispered in my ear. "You have no idea how long I´ve wanted to do that." Her hand glided between our closely connected bodies and skimmed across my rock hard length. I hissed at the contact. "Looks like you feel the same way. Is this for me Jasper? Do I make you hard like this?" she asked huskily as she squeezed the head of my cock.
"Yesss…" I let out on a long hiss. "God you make me feel… ungh…" my knees buckled slightly and I whimpered at the feeling of finally having her hot little hands on me in such an intimate way. "Bella," I moaned softly as common sense began to overshadow my raging hormones. "Wh… wha… what about Mr. Cullen?" I asked nervously, suddenly fearing for my young life.
"Shh… sweet boy," she whispered into my lips. "Edward," she emphasized the use of his first name, "isn´t here right now, I am. And besides, what if I told you that Mr. Cullen was just as taken with you as I was?"
My eyes bulged and my breath hitched. Had I heard her correctly? Did she just say that Mr. Cullen was taken with me? What exactly does that mean? As if she could read my thoughts Bella answered my unspoken questions. "Tell me you didn´t think those little peepshows he´s been putting on for were for nothing?" she chuckled darkly against the outer shell of my ear causing a shudder to rip through my body. "Jasper, surely you´re not that naïve, are you? All the times that you´ve seen me naked in the pool house, the extra pay and the many gift cards were all just a test; we had to be sure."
"A test, I don´t understand, Bella." I asked in confusion, pulling back so I could look Bella in the eyes. "W… why were you testing me? And what did you need to be sure about?" This was all becoming so confusing. My mind was running on overload with everything that she was telling me. "So this," I waved my hand between the two of us, suddenly feeling defensive, "was this a test? Is this some kind of sick mind game you´re playing with me?" I backed away, needing to put some distance between us.
My head was telling me I was fool. A fool to think that Bella, Mr. Cullen and I could have some kind of twisted threesome relationship, but my heart, my heart was telling me that Bella would never intentionally hurt me. Weighted down with so much inner turmoil, my knees gave out and I fell into a nearby chair at the kitchen table. Pain unlike I´d felt in years constricted my chest and made it hard for me to breath.
I was on the verge of a full scale panic attack when I felt the warmth of Bella´s body next to mine. "Hey," came as soft as a whisper against my cheek. "It´s not what you think, yes, it was a test, but only to see if you were on board with what we wanted. We couldn´t risk anyone finding out our secret. I knew that if you said something to Rose and Em about the extra money and all the gift cards, then Edward and I were reading you wrong, but if not, it would be safe to take things to another level." Bella explained while lightly caressing my cheek. "The last thing either of us wants to do is hurt you Jasper. From the moment I encountered you outside of Edward´s office, I´ve wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms and kiss you silly. Edward coming home later that night gushing about how perfect you were, just confirmed my thoughts… were meant to be together. You were perfect for us! You were the missing piece to our very complicated puzzle," she blushed with a radiant smile.
My head was spinning, and as much as I wanted to jump for joy at Bella´s revelation, I needed to gain a better understanding of what exactly she meant when she said that I was perfect for them. "What do you mean perfect for you? You and Mr. Cullen are engaged, I don´t understand. Where do I fit in to all of this?" I was definitely feeling out of my element and my youth and general lack of knowledge was starting to show.
"We´ll talk more in detail once you move in, but Edward and I have a special kind of relationship." Bella said nervously, almost as if she was afraid I would bolt.
"What do mean by spec…" my words trailed off as my brain caught up with what I´d just heard. "Wait a minute, did you just say, I was moving in? Moving in where?"
Bella sighed and reluctantly began to speak, "Promise me you´ll act surprised when they bring it up, but Edward and I offered to let you move in with us until Rosalie and Emmett return from France sometime next year." She absentmindedly toyed with my fingers as she spoke; avoiding my eyes the entire time.
"Rose and Emmett are moving to France? What? When?" I was completely blindsided. Why hadn´t they said anything?
Well maybe if you´d get your head out of your ass and actually talked to them you would know what the hell was going on! My conscience screamed. Guess I had been playing the emo-chick since I got here; it´s no wonder why I don´t have a clue as to what´s going on where I live.
"Technically, it has been in the works for quite some time, before you got here actually. With the sudden death of your father and them being your only relatives, things just kind of got pushed to the back burner. Edward wanted to open an office overseas and Emmett was slated to oversee the operation until a team could be assembled." She looked when I linked our fingers together and smiled before continuing to speak. "Rose has been a nervous wreck about the whole thing, because she didn´t want to uproot you yet again by asking you to move to France with them; that´s where Edward and I came in. Rose and Em have been trying to have a baby for awhile now and they were planning on meeting with a specialist in Paris, hoping that he would be able to help them conceive. This means the world to Rose, so I couldn´t help but step in and offer to help."
I was speechless. My cousins wanted to start a family and I was keeping them from that. God, I was such a burden. I should have just returned to military school and then went off to college some place where I wouldn´t be in anyone´s way. Out of frustration, I fisted my hair and huffed in exasperation.
"Hey, don´t do that," Bella prodded, gently removing my hand from my hair. "None of this is your fault and no one thinks that you´re a burden. Rosalie and Emmett love having you here." Brushing her sweet lips against mine, she breathed, "I love having you here too."
Before I knew what was happening, Bella was straddling my lap and greedily devouring my mouth as her hot mound pressed against my erection. Without breaking contact, Bella guided my hand to her ample bosom. Gently at first, I kneaded and groped her luscious mounds; basking in the sounds of each one of her guttural groans.
Moving my lips to nip and suck on the tender flesh of her neck and shoulder, I groaned into her skin as the dampness of her arousal seeped through my shorts. I bucked my hips in an attempt to get some much needed friction. The feel of her hot core so close to my rock hard cock had me going out of my mind. Our breaths were coming in loud staggered gasps.
"As much as I want to feel you inside of me, sweet boy," Bella panted breathlessly grinding harder against my weeping cock. "Edward is waiting for us." Her words excited and scared me shitless at the same time. Were we really going to do this? Sensing my sudden change in demeanor, Bella spoke my fears aloud. "Not yet, sweetie, not until things are settled and you're here with us permanently," she spoke all the while peppering my face and neck with open-mouth kisses. "He´s waiting for you in the window," palming my clothed covered cock and stroking slowly, Bell continued to speak. "This seems mighty uncomfortable," she said teasingly with a gentle squeeze.
"Fuck," I groaned as the muscles in my stomach tightened. I was dangerously close to blowing my load. "Bella, please…" I begged.
"Please what, sweet boy," she cooed softly.
"I… I… I need to cum…" I all but cried.
In the blink of an eye her entire body was gone from mine and I whimpered at the loss of her heat, confused as to why she stopped. When my eyes were finally able to focus, I looked up to see her staring at me with a mischievous look on her face.
"Tsk… tsk… tsk…" she clucked her tongue pointing a perfectly manicured fingernail in my direction. "I know how much you like watching my Eddie stroke his big thick cock. I know what it does to you; I´ve seen it." She taunted me in a singsong voice. Moving to stand behind me, she laced her fingers in my hair and tugged urging my head back. "Can you show him for me, while I watch?"
My brow furrowed in confusion, "Show him," I repeated dumbfounded.
"Yes, my sweet boy," she whispered as her tiny hand slowly glided down my torso until she reached my throbbing cock. "Show him how much you enjoy watching. Show him how you pleasure yourself in the tool shed." I opened my mouth to protest, but she silenced me with a passionate kiss. "Don´t think, just feel." With that parting advice and one last squeeze to my twitching cock, Bella quietly slipped out of the pool house and left me to stew.
I don´t know how much time passed as I sat there trying to will away my throbbing erection, before I found myself standing below Mr. Cullen´s window. My body ignited with nervous energy and anticipation so strong it was painful. As usual, he didn´t disappoint and I knew that he could see just how much he affected me.
The large family-sized tent that was currently being pitched inside my shorts was evidence of just how much he affected me. Something akin to acquiescence passed between us and my hands of their own accord lowered my shorts. Baring myself to him, we began to stroke out a harmonious rhythm. The atmosphere was so charged that a single spark would have caused us both to explode.
My chest was heaving with the exertion of my impending release, when my eyes caught sight of Bella practically naked standing behind Mr. Cullen and whispering something into his ear. There were no words to describe the vision of raw sexuality on display before me; Mr. Cullen pumping his rock hard member while Bella´s hand was buried deep into the slick folds of her glistening pussy
"Mother fuck…" I hissed as my body clenched in preparation. Several expletives and the names of two beautiful people standing before me fell from my lips as I raced to my release. I was close, but not close enough. Locking blue with green, I felt it when Bella gave the order for us to cum. A single nod, barely visible to the naked eye was all that was needed to send Mr. Cullen and me spiraling into the abyss along with our beautiful angel, Isabella.
"Arghhhh…" I cried gutturally in the wind as hot spurts of my precious seed fertilized Mr. Cullen´s yard. Weighted and spent, I fell to my knees as oxygen and strength burned away from my body.
When my blurred vision refocused, my eyes immediately locked with Bella´s chocolate orbs. "Go" fell from her lips as I watched her comfort the broken man kneeling at her feet. Not looking back, I tucked my flaccid manhood into my short and ran to my truck. I didn´t know why she sent me away, but I knew that I trusted Bella with my life. I had to believe that after what the three of us had just shared, this would be the last day that we spent apart.
It was with that mantra running through my head that I drove the short distance back to Rosalie and Emmett´s house.
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