Chapter 2

The first week at Dartmouth had gone by in a blur. It was already Saturday morning, and the homework had been steadily collecting throughout the week. I looked at the clock and realized that after finishing my final essay, I had been staring at the journal blankly for an entire hour. I'd been writing more in the last few days than I had for a while, but I still wasn't sure if that was a definite sign or not.

I put the pen down. I said I wasn't going to do this. I was going round in circles, torturing myself over answers I knew deep down I would never win. I threw on my riding jacket and boots; if there was one way to clear my head, it was the open road.

I started riding motorbikes when my faithful truck finally gave out and died. Jacob, a childhood friend, had been working on a bike in his garage when I went down to ask about a truck replacement but the bike captivated me. It was a vintage model, probably the same age as my truck and, to be honest, the thought of Edward's face if he ever saw me racing around Forks with nothing but two wheels and a seat, made me laugh and was enough to seal the deal.

Soon after, my first bike found itself in the scrapyard due to old age. I just went out and found an alternative version which was similar. It was newer, cleaner and faster, and I loved it immediately. Jacob was annoyed when I didn't buy another bike from him. I tried to remind him that everything in his scrapyard was strictly primitive, and I wanted something that wasn't dead or dying, no pun intended. He was even more frustrated when I told him for the final time that, "No, Jacob! You won't be riding me anytime soon either." Thankfully he imprinted shortly afterward but only after a summer of following me around like a lost puppy.

After a throwing on a few coats of mascara and lip gloss, I decided to make my way to the outskirts of town. I had driven by a quiet bookstore on Thursday and decided to try and investigate further. Apart from the journals, it had been quite a while since I'd read anything fictional and could actually do with the distraction right now. Pulling up to the bookstore, I spotted two bikes parked side by side behind a jeep. I decided to fill the remaining space between them. Cozy, I giggled as I stepped off.

I took my helmet off and shook my curls out, congratulated myself on choosing today, of all days, to wear a little make up and smirked as I reached under my jacket and yanked my tank top down as low as possible, given that I was stripped bra less underneath. I pulled the zipper down slowly, exposing an illegal amount of skin, and stepped off the bike. Skinny ass jeans. Check. Low heeled boots. Check. Do I look like a guy's wet fucking dream? Check.

I made my way across the road and into the store knowing my assailant was near. The ding of the bell didn't alert anyone to my presence. So much for making an entrance. I was sauntering over to the history section, which was one of my favorites, when I stopped dead in my tracks, facing not one, but two golden saviors.

Good God; I've died and gone to heaven.

I assessed the situation quickly, and judging by the similarities, I assumed they were brothers, but I had wished they were twins. The one on the left stood shorter but was sporting the same well- worn Levi's and delicious cowboy boots from Monday. The one on the right, however, caught my attention too, if that was even possible. If I thought Mr. Ducati was heavenly, then Mr. Ducati's brother was totally wicked.

Rather than his brother's tangled blond hair, his fell into perfect, delicate, curls. It was a beautiful contrast to his masculine attire. I just wanted to run my hands through his hair and beg him to take me against the bookcase. I made my way around the shelves, playing a private game of hide and seek. Peeking through, I could see they were immersed in my favorite books. Was there anything more tempting than a man with a book?

Looking past the similarities, I could see the subtle differences. Both were quite masculine, the epitome of the perfect man. Mr. Ducati was a little shorter than I first thought, a little stockier than I'd first noticed and that's where my thoughts drifted to his friend. I just couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt drawn to him in a way I couldn't begin to describe. It was almost like I knew him, he seemed relaxed, like we were somehow connected. Hell, I didn't know, I just wanted him to turn around! I begged to see him closer, I'll never want after another man again. Please, just turn around. He stood to his full height but still he did not turn.

I was beginning to think of every way the Major before me could take me. Dodging behind a poorly organized presentation, I peeked over. Every time I moved, they seemed to betray me and sadly I didn't seem to be getting any closer. It was downright frustrating and, to be honest, as perfect as the view was from behind, I wanted to see his face, his eyes. The eyes were the key to the soul, and I felt this man was stealing mine as I stood alone in a bookstore.

Emmett's POV

Damn, I hate these places. A bookstore. Were they even serious? The whole reason for this vacation was to fit in some man time – some fun time, and this wasn't it. So there I stood in a tiny bookstore, waiting on these two fuck-wits to decide what we were gonna do next. I couldn't bring myself to look at the books. Surely there must be a computer around here somewhere. I tried looking in the back but was soon cornered by a group of giggling schoolgirls; which just didn't seem all that enthralling today. Making a hasty retreat, I walked back into the main section of the library, that's when I saw her. Well, her ass. Might be human, but that's a mighty impressive ass.

"Consider my attention grabbed", I muttered under my breath, and I leaped off in the same direction.

She shot directly sideways into the nearest aisle and instinctively I followed her. That's one fast ass, what's she doing? It was like watching a private game of hide and seek. It didn't take long to work out she was lusting after the terrible Texans and had not seen me at all. Perfect. Unsure of where this little disturbance was going, and how she seemed to be keeping a safe distance away – I decided to follow her a little longer. She kept peering over books or slipping into hidden isles and, to be honest, I hadn't been this intrigued by a human since, well, since Bella?

Oh, hell no!

If I didn't know any better, standing before me was Bella Swan. Trying to quickly place her age, I haphazardly started counting backwards on my hand. 21, 20, 19, 18…Holy Shit! In, oh God, a leather jacket, tight jeans and heels looking like she just stepped out off a magazine cover. She looked quite fuck-able. The thought alone made me cringe. Little sister, Little sister, Little sister. I looked up again and caught her face on by accident.

Holy shit, I could smell her arousal from here. Little sister, Little sister, Little sister! I looked up again. She didn't even see me? If I didn't know any better, she wasn't in the right frame of mind just now. She was led by the dance of the snatch, I sniggered to myself. Her actions seemed downright driven by lust and the girl was on a mission; I was kinda proud. Screwed, but proud.

I looked over to Jasper. He looked a little tense, but then again, when wasn't he? I didn't doubt he was fighting off some serious waves of desire from Bella. I sniggered again, unable to keep my pleasure to myself. I took two more steps forward and noticed Bella had run out of hiding places. Standing in the clearing, I could see her fumbling with her hands, looking fleetingly to the door, no doubt assessing an escape route; I wondered if she realized who she was watching? She tried to scramble for the entrance, well, well, well, not if I can help it.

Weaving my way behind the front row, I made my way over to the door, still standing with a clear view ahead of me but fighting to keep hidden from Bella's view. If this works, trust me baby sis—, it will actually make up for not having you about for so long!

Jasper's POV

Staring up at the books, I struggled to find one I hadn't read a million times already. It was my intention to come here, but I couldn't decide what I wanted.

Peter looked sideways to me and softly murmured, "Its okay, take your time."

His words were always laced with double meaning, like he knew I wasn't reading the books, just brushing them over in my hands. If I was ever in any doubt, the shit-eating grin on his face meant something was going to go down and soon. Great, I groaned and placed the book back and reached for another, just what I needed today.

A flurry of brisk air circled around the shop as the front door opened. The bell dinged, but no one moved. The trail quickly swirled around the room, teasing and tempting me, it was almost floral. I could never recognize scents well, but I could make out subtle hints of magnolia. My mouth began to fuse with venom, and I shifted my thoughts aside and regained composure, but when I swallowed I was hit by an overwhelming amount of lust.

Without moving, I muttered low frequency to Peter, "Are those school girls back?"

"No, why?"

"Cause someone nearly brought me to my fucking knees with pure lust."

He chuckled. Fucking chuckled. Like someone forcing their emotions up me wasn't an invasion enough, they had to do so with the force of a bulldozer. I made no further comment. Clearly he was in one of his strange moods today. I couldn't be bothered with his shit. Between his devious comments and Emmet bored slash Emmet fucking Rosalie slash Emmet wants to play video games or go hunting, this was shaping up to be a pretty shitty vacation.

"Oh for the love of God."

Peter looked up to me, no doubt questioning my random outburst.

The scent had hit me harder than any other. Blood could not match. The sweet smell of a woman. Who happened to be highly aroused and, if I was not mistaken, it was said lady throwing lust at me by the truck load. I swallowed the venom. I had my share of women, but none has ever caught me off guard like this one. I dare not touch. My body was in turmoil. Do I fight or fuck? The scent was like the sweetest nectar. Could pussies sing? Was she my La Tua Pussy? Who was I to resist? I groaned inwardly again, my erection now painfully tight against my jeans.

Alice leaving had been a blessing in disguise. No more slacks, shirts and turtlenecks. I burnt the lot the moment she closed the door behind her. Somewhere between sixty years of marriage I had forgotten who I was and became some pansy ass preppy prick. It didn't take long to go back to my roots and dig out my faithful boots and jacket. Yeah, it's a little James Dean, but what do I care? It's obviously working for the broad behind me.

I was slowly working my way into a frenzy, a fantasy. Her scent and her emotions were both stronger than anything I had ever encountered, it was intoxicating. I'll be damned if a vampire had made me feel anything close to what this, this human was doing. I hadn't even seen her yet. I sighed as I realized the illusion would be over before it began. My command had been strengthened, but the idea of fucking a human was not appealing. Bella maybe, I wasn't sure. She was ex-wife's best friend, my little sister I think. We'd spoken all of about two times, both during the whole James fiasco, but she was captivating, different from the rest.

She fascinated me entirely. Her emotions were never matched her thoughts and were always keen but never imposing. I often wondered if she had a death wish, or if she was just an angel in disguise. She was always too smart for Edward and his self-loathing ways. In some way, our leaving had probably been for the best. Even if it was my fault. The amount of love she always eluded was almost amusing, and I was immediately consumed by guilt and pleasure?

My thoughts were distracted by another wave of powerful amusement, and I stood upright.

"Emmet", I growled. "I'm so not in the mood for your fucking games today."

Peter's POV

It was about time he phoned. He should have called two months ago for this visit. He always did take his sweet ass time. Then when he got here, all he's ever talked about was that bloody bookstore for two weeks now. Yet every time I ask him if he wants to go, he rereads some shit from the house. So finally, here we were. About time. I didn't need to be an Empath to work out the mood Jasper was in. He was fucking pissed. As long as Emmet stayed out of it this would be the best fucking reunion.

I remember thirty years ago like it was yesterday. The picture was fucking hilarious. Jasper was going to be in for the ride of his life. We all knew that he and Alice were a temporary arrangement; they were never mated. Truth be told, Jasper's companion had only just been born. A human, ironical. It would take some time before he found himself in the right state of mind to be ready for her and probably, she was going to be ready for him when the time was right. Sure, it was never an easy ride in our world, but I'm not gonna lie to him when he asks if I knew all along. I always see. He's gonna have to fight and fight hard to keep this one, but it'll be worth it.

My spider senses were tingling, and I couldn't suppress the shit-eating grin across my face. Fuck don't look at me like that Jasper, this is for your benefit, not mine, but I might as well enjoy the ride while I can. I felt the swirl of her scent grab the back of my throat. Fucking respect, Eddie boy, she does smell delicious.

"Fuck, are those school girls back."

Oh! You are so way off the mark there, Jay. School girls? Really, you should be more creative, and gain a better way to hide your wood, for fuck's sake.

"No, why?" I replied, somewhat composed and unconcerned.

"Cause someone nearly brought me to my knees with pure lust."

Oh, she'll do more than bring you to your knees, bro. The visions I've seen for her newborn year are insatiable. Even you, Jay, won't be able to keep up with this wildcat. I chuckled to myself. You have no idea what you're in for. I'd been staring at the back of this book for five minutes now and thought someone better make a move or I would. It was like playing a silent game of, whoa, what's with the growl?

I looked around to see what Jasper was freaking out over now. This time, when I caught Emmet and his goofy grin, my own smile widened as I realized; finally, we were on the same page. He'd successfully locked Bella down in the corner of the room by cutting off the exit path without being seen. Gotta give the guy credit. He wasn't as straightforward as he seemed. I nodded my head slowly in his direction, while he shushed me and I looked to Jasper to make sure he was still oblivious.

Lets have some fun, fucker.

Bella's POV

Shit, shit, shit. I'd left myself thoroughly defenseless. I didn't have a clue what the hell to do next. I. Don't. Date. And I certainly don't swim about in my knickers at the sight of two shit kickers. I had no idea what has come over me. Truth is, I haven't even kissed a guy with tongues. Okay, I haven't even kissed a guy. Only a vampire; and I wasn't sure if that even counted. I was ridiculously virginal, but hey, maybe that'll work in my favor? Excuse me, Mr. Ducati 1 and 2, do you mind if you take me outside? I'll give you both my virginity if you take me at the same time, I sighed.

I cringed at the scrambled thoughts that raced through my mind. Maybe if I turned around now with the doors being just there, I could get out, get home, and take a cold shower. Maybe even consider some sort of game plan. I laughed at the thought. Game plan? Seriously, who do I think I was? I hadn't even got a proper look at these guys, and I can already tell they are way out of my league. Okay, so I had blossomed from ugly duckling into a Swan – Oh sweet cliché –, but I had to be crazy to consider my chances.

I was about to turn away and make my escape when a long husky purr emanated from my assailant.

"You smell delectable," he purred as he turned around and stepped closer to me.

Oh my, you can eat me, I sang in my mind.

He looked me directly in the eyes. He was a little rough around the edges, like he'd had a tough life. He was a little older than I thought, maybe early thirties, but he was undoubtedly beautiful. Inhumanly beautiful. I quickly glanced over to his companion, who seemed to have no interest in the conversation. Maybe if his friend was talking, I might have a chance here I plotted. Come over here, turn around. Let me see you. I looked back to my captor and noticed the conspicuously dark-tinged eyes.

Mother fucker. Contacts. I may not have said it, but my face sure as hell did.

Why can't I just be attracted to normal fucking guys? Why vampires? Is there something about vamps that do it for me? I thought back to the Cullen's: Emmet, Carlisle. Nope, nothing there. I can't say it's the like of the species, maybe I'm not as much of a vamp-whore as I thought but yet here I stood face to face with a real life vampire and no topaz eyes in sight.

I giggled. Oh shit, I actually giggled. I was drunk on lust. Now he's gonna think that was at him and that I was laughing at a big, bad-ass vampire. Oh, God, think of something witty fast.

"Are you gonna eat me?" I asked innocently, my doe eyes wide with anticipation.

No sooner had the words come out than I regretted them. Oh mother-fucker, I'm an idiot. He knows I know.

It had been a while since I had blushed, and now was not the time. The red hue shot up through my skin and across my chest without a moments hesitation. I was mortified. Any sane person would fear for their life. I, however, was freaking-out at the corniest chat-up line ever recited in history; not the warm blood pulsing through my veins in front of a damned bloodsucking vampire.

Unexpectedly, his eyes lit up with amusement. Okay, maybe he likes that kind of thing. Before I had time to consider the next step, I heard a bookcase slam down beside me. I jumped a foot in the air at the sudden intrusion and was greeted by the loudest, deepest, shake-in your-boots laughter which filled the room.

My eyes danced around the room and took in the scenery. I needed to work out what the hell was going on and what I'd missed while my snatch has been making the rounds! Fresh from my lust-induced blindness, reality came crashing down on me. It was Emmett.

I caught his eyes, mine clearly in a state of shock and he rolled over onto his side for a second fit of laughter as he realized I had only just noticed him– he had clearly seen everything, heard everything. Oh my God. Had he not just witnessed the most embarrassing event of my life, I might have been happy to see him, but as it happened I was suddenly aware he must've been here with these two other— Oh, hell no. I looked back to a very amused-looking, human-drinking Ducati 1 and then straight over to Ducati 2.

"Jasper?" I barley choked out.

The realization may have felt like a blow to me, but no doubt my shock, surprise, embarrassment and denial must have hit him like a wrecking ball. He bashfully turned around to face me, obviously almost as unaware of the situation as I was. He almost certainly was hit by a second wave of lust from me. I couldn't help it, really; he looked like an angel, an angel whose wings I wanted to taint. He looked exactly like himself,

yet nothing like how I remember, for standing before me was not Alice's pretty husband, but a bad-ass vampire in leather.

As a second round of blush swept though me, I could hear Emmett teasing, "please let me breathe. Oh! I can't breathe."

Asshole. You'll never breathe again after I'm done with you.

Jasper looked from the floor up, obviously taking in my new form. I could feel his stare as he mentally undressed me. I felt utterly defenseless, for this was no mere Edward "Dazzle Me" Cullen maneuver, this was a complete sexual assault that I was more than willing to submit to. The thought of him visualizing me was enough to initiate a new pool of wetness. His eyes finally reached my face and looked me directly in the eye and smirked.

He fucking smirked?

As my mind stopped functioning, so had my eyes. We were visually fucking each other in a bookstore, and I wasn't altogether sure if this was right or wrong. It didn't take long for it to dawn on me that this was Alice's husband, but judging from the cowboy boots and bulge, this was truly not Alice's husband. At all. Wait? Bulge— Oh, fuck me, he's massive. My eyes locked hungrily on his cock, and I glanced up long enough to see him raise an eyebrow. I bit my lip and fluttered my eyelashes, like I didn't know what I was doing. It's now or never, Bella.

By this point, his friend had made his way fully over to me, and was now leaning just beside me, grin still tacked in place.

"Well," I said, coughing up my confidence, "are you going to eat me?" I finished the question with a little more malice than I meant, this time directing my words to Jasper.

I immediately regretted the words after I had spoken them. He may not have looked like the Jasper I knew, but then again, I didn't know that Jasper at all. I could only assume after all his reassurances, and support he gave me during the James trial, he was my friend then. I knew he struggled with control and I just called him out on it, in a bookstore, bulging in public in front of his mates. Oh, I'm a bitch.

By this point, Emmet had crashed through a second bookcase in absolute hysteria and was causing quite the commotion as people fluttered around to help him up but failed. The guy next to me can smell me. I wanted to die as my dignity tried to join the conversation. Okay, well, not die by a vampire right now, that wasn't what I meant, I quickly recalled in my mind. And Jasper, fuck, was his smirk quickly washed off his face or what.

Jasper's POV

"You smell delectable." The words fell easily from Peter's mouth as they always did. I gulped.

He was a crass bastard most of the time, but such a forward flirtation as that surely meant that standing a few feet behind me was a woman worth looking at. Peter didn't openly flirt with just anyone; he was a picky bastard. The intoxicating scent had become increasingly stronger, and my dick was ready to jump forth from my jeans and claim her over the dusty dictionaries on aisle three. I have to stop breathing. I honestly wasn't helping myself here.

"Are you gonna eat me?"

My dick twitched. Hell, yes I'll eat you— for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Just one taste. Please just let me have one taste. Her voice was husky and filled with lust, yet so sweet and innocent. I had barely time to realize who the owner of that voice was before she beat me to the sickest of punch lines.

"Jasper?"

Had it not been for my sensitive hearing, I doubt I would have heard the strangled whisper of one Miss Isabella Swan. It didn't take the waves of pure shock and horror that were being thrown to wake me from my fantasy and realize that the scent I had been lusting for belonged to my brother's ex-girlfriend. My brother's human ex-girlfriend, who we were advised under no uncertain terms we were to never make contact with again, whether voluntary or accidentally.

I turned slowly on my heel, watching the scene before me unravel. Like a car crash in slow motion, I could only watch as we rocketed towards the crash zone. Emmet had fallen about in a fit of mild hysteria causing both panic and alarm throughout the bookstore. Peter, on the other hand, was strolling towards Bella. My Bella.

I let a low growl emanate to Peter. He would take the hint. Back. The. Fuck. Off. I trusted Peter enough to know he would never hurt her, but I couldn't place why I didn't want him anywhere near her.

My eyes followed as his feet walked towards her. I caught sight of a pair of black leather 'fuck me' ankle boots. Nice. My eyes were on autopilot, following the tightest pair of jeans I've ever seen up to a perky set of breasts. The zipper on her leather jacket might as well have been undone for all I cared for there sat on full display a set of perfect creamy breasts I'd ever seen. I took a quick gasp of air in as I dared to look Bella in the eye. Her hair, now lighter and loosely curled, framed her face, and those lips, my God. She was nibbling on her bottom lip, and I immediately wanted to substitute my cock in its place.

I looked up and met her eyes. Bella always had the most beautiful eyes, deep chocolate pools that were now batting their eyelashes in my direction. A hint of a question lay across her brow as she looked to me, telling me it was my move, sucker. I had to admit she had me. I was standing alone in a bookstore, with a hard on. The ball was in her court, and she was quite clearly ready to serve again. I almost hesitated to make my next move. I was limited in my actions but decided to throw in the wild card. I simply smirked at her. Questioning her.

She knew exactly what I meant. I saw the look of anger and indignation that passed across her eyes. That's right, Bella. Is that all you got? I set the bait out there, now let's see if she sinks or swims.

"Well Jasper, are you going to eat me?"

Holy shit! Reel 'em in boys, we have a catch. My dick was now aching. I needed release. I took one step forward. "Now darlin', that wasn't very nice," a second step forward. "We haven't even been properly introduced." I held out a hand, desperate for any form of physical contact. Please take my hand.

She took it gently, the warmth emanating through my own and looked me straight in the eye. I could see fleeting thoughts racing through her mind. I didn't need to be an Empath to tell what she was thinking; Bella always was full of expressions and mannerisms. Right now though, her lust and curiosity were getting the better of us both. Lifting her hand to my mouth, I placed a small lingering kiss on her hand, my eyes never leaving hers. I wrapped my finger gently under her wrist and felt for her pulse and in turn, kissed the underside of her wrist as I watched her melt under my touch. The warmth spread from her hand to my lips and was nearly enough to drive me over the edge.

I took a final step forward without releasing her hand and stood flush against her chest. I could feel her nipples tighten at the cold contact of my body. Her eyes were dancing back and forth waiting for me to finish my maneuverer. To anyone watching, we were simply friends, reuniting, but we knew otherwise. We were playing an intricate game of chess, move by move, Emmet and Peter merely pawns in the game, having been phased some time ago. All that was left standing were the king and queen.

The tension was almost palatable; I raised my index finger and begin to lightly drum her heartbeat on to her wrist. Her eyes widened immediately. She knew she was playing with fire, but to be honest, we were both in too deep to care.

"My name is Jasper, Jasper Whitlock. " In that moment we both understood the implications.

"Isabella Swan," she replied smoothly.

There was no going back. It seemed Bella was in as deep as I was.

I ran my hands up each of her arms as slow as I could manage before devouring her into a hug. I felt the shiver that ran down her spine flow straight to her dripping core. The heat was unlike any other sensation I had ever felt. Bella pressed herself into me, breathing heavily into my ear,

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jasper."

I let out a low moan. Bella suddenly grabbed my ass with both hands and thrust my dick hard towards her heat. I didn't stand a chance. I came in my pants like a school boy and sent out the waves of lust into her like a wrecking ball.

My head lolled on to her shoulder as I took in her fresh scent. I let out a deep groan that sent another shiver through her. I could feel she was on the edge of her orgasm and the waves of euphoria she was sending out nearly knocked me to my knees. I turned my head into the crook of her neck and swirled my tongue around her earlobe, and further projected my own emotions onto her. Okay, so it was the easy way out, but I was too much of a gentleman to let the lady walk away unsatisfied.

"The pleasure is all mine darlin'." I let my nerveless breath wash across her bare skin. Goosebumps prickled across her neck and open chest.

I wrapped my arms tighter around her shoulders as her knees gave way, supporting her through her climax. It was incredibly erotic and intimate. I had never used my gift this way before, and had only ever shared my gift once with Alice, and it certainly wasn't in the bedroom. She said she felt suffocated by my feelings and preferred not to try it again. I was hurt, but she never knew.

The irony was not lost on me when Bella lent forward and bit hard into my neck, grabbing the back of my hair roughly as she pushed herself in to me in a weak attempt to stifle her moans.

As we separated our bodies, I didn't dare to look around. It had been quite some time since I could hear or feel Emmet and Peter, who had moved out of my line of vision. Bella dropped her hands and smiled. It was the first genuine smile I had seen from her yet, and in that moment, she broke me down with eight little words.

"Well, it was nice to see you again, Jasper." With that, she turned on her heel and exited the store.