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Warning: Language, Violence, Smut...this chapter has got it all! I should probably just put the same warning on every chapter at this rate, hehe.
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"Rose, what the fuck do you mean she's looking for me?" I choked out in shock. I mean, she couldn't possibly remember me, could she? And why would she even be looking for me?
"Exactly what I said, Jasper. She remembers you and she's looking for you," she replied, emphasizing her hidden meaning.
She remembers me and she's looking for me... and since she sounds pretty fucking angry about it, that can only mean one thing... she remembers everything... which means she remembers that I drank from her. Shit, that can't bode well for keeping it a fucking secret.
"And the others?" I asked her cryptically, hoping they wouldn't understand or figure it out. It wasn't like we could go in depth on the topic with the rest of the fucking Cullens standing nearby.
"Not yet," she replied simply.
The sounds of things breaking and her growling were still resounding loudly in the background.
"Hang on, Jasper," Rose told me.
"Rosie, where the fuck are you going?" Emmett's voice rang out. "We could really use your help here!"
"I'm trying to get us some fucking help and I need a break from this shit. I'm gonna take a short walk, I'll be right back," she explained, sounding irritated with him for calling her out on her attempted escape.
"Is that Jasper, Rose?" Edward's voice asked. Fucking idiot, it's not like he didn't hear us talking – he knew it was me on the damn phone.
"You fucking know that is, Edward," she sneered at him. Have I mentioned how much I like Rose? Yeah, I really, really do.
"Let me talk to him," he demanded. Oh, that was so not going to go over well. You don't make demands of Rose that way. It's almost like he doesn't know her at all. He really is a fucking idiot.
"Excuse me?" she growled. "I'm talking to him. Use your own fucking phone," she said angrily.
A few moments later my phone sounded with a call waiting message. Unfucking believable. Idiot, idiot, idiot. Curiosity coursed through me, however, and I decided I wanted to know exactly what he had to fucking say. I'm sure it was some bullshit about her being a vampire now, god forbid...get the fuck over it already.
"Hang on, Rose. Someone is on the other line," I told her, chuckling in disbelief.
"Edward, you fucking idiot!" she screeched.
I clicked over to answer him. "Edward."
"Jasper, I don't know why Rose is bothering you, but everything is under control here – there's no need for you to come back," he responded hurriedly.
Was he fucking serious? Under control my fucking sparkling ass. "Really? Cause it sounds to me like she's kicking all your fucking asses," I replied angrily.
"She's just a little upset right now, that's all," he growled. "It's understandable, considering she woke up a vampire. Don't you agree, Jasper?"
"You did get the part where I fucking saved her, right? Did you not understand that a nomad was draining her – what the fuck did you want me to do, Edward? Kill her? I thought you had a thing for this girl?" I sneered back at him.
"I can't believe she told you that," he mumbled to himself.
I was done wasting my time on him. His fucking opinions matter not to me; so I hung up on his ass and clicked back over to Rose.
"Rose?"
"Yeah, I'm here. It's about fucking time you hung up on him," she said. "Anyway, we can talk freely now, I should be far enough away."
"What exactly is the relationship between Edward and her?" I asked her curiously.
"What the hell, Jasper? She remembers that you made a cocktail out of her and all you want to know about is her relationship with Edward?" she asked incredulously.
"So there is a relationship then?" I asked worriedly. Why the fuck do I care! Goddamn it – maybe they were right...No, it can't fucking be.
"Look, I don't know. All I know is that since he's been back here, he's been swooning over her, fucking saying how beautiful she is and how he couldn't wait for her to wake up. Which I will admit, she is beautiful, just not as beautiful as me; but she's a close second now that's she's awake," she explained.
For Rose to say she was beautiful was actually a huge compliment. Rose didn't say that about anyone – and to label her a close second, well, she must be really beautiful...just like I knew she would be. Fuck – I was turning into such a pussy.
"She's pissed at you, Jasper. Like really pissed," Rose sang smugly.
"So I fucking heard," I said sighing heavily.
"We have to get her out of here. She's far too volatile for us to stay in Forks. Problem is, we can't even get control of her to do it. Alice had a vision of her going ballistic on the town if we keep her here for any length of time. We need your help, Jasper," she said pleadingly.
"Rose, my gift won't work on her," I told her, trying to get out of going back. I just fucking left, I don't want to go back yet and have to deal with Alice again...I still hadn't figured anything out.
"Wow, that's impressive," she mumbled. "Uh, well, don't all gifts usually have some sort of a loop-hole to them? Like Alice's with not making decisions ahead of time or like with Edward's, I mean we all block some of our thoughts from him on a daily basis," she offered hopefully. Rose was much smarter than the others gave her credit for – they were complete fools to underestimate her just because of her looks.
"Hmm, that's true. There probably is some way around it but that could take awhile to figure out...time you really don't have," I explained.
"Well, maybe your gift will work now that's she changed?" she asked, using her last bit of hope.
"Doubtful, our gifts strengthen with the change, not weaken. If anything, it's just that much easier for her to block me and Edward now," I told her regretfully.
"Fuck," she grumbled out in frustration.
"We do have one advantage, however," I told her, resigned to the fact that they were doomed without my assistance. I should have known they couldn't fucking handle it themselves and never left to begin with.
"What's that?" she asked eagerly.
"There's no way in hell she can beat me in combat. She may be newborn strong but my strategic skill will more than make up for that," I told her smugly.
"I don't know, Jasper. She's really fucking smart, I'm telling you," she said skeptically.
"Just trust me. Everything will be fine, Rose," I assured her. "I'm on my way."
She giggled. "Okay. I'll see you soon, and I hope for your sake that you are right," she said before ending the call.
I growled down at the phone in my hand. I didn't like the fucking idea of anyone doubting my abilities. Sure, it was an inconvenience not being able to use my gift on her, but it wouldn't matter. My combat skills would far exceed any newborn's. It was an insult to think otherwise.
Looking over to the couch Peter and Char had been sitting on, Char was missing and Peter was fucking bouncing in his damn seat.
"She's packing our bags," he informed me, practically vibrating in his excitement. "I knew you were going to ask us for help!"
"Christ, Peter. Calm the fuck down before I leave your ass here and just take Char with me," I told him, shaking my head in annoyance.
Oh, fuck my life. I completely forgot how he could be on road trips – this was going to be pure fucking hell. Char walked into the room with a wide smile and two packed bags in her hands.
"Ready to go, I take it?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow. She looked almost as excited as Peter did.
She nodded eagerly but didn't say anything – very unlike Char. I studied her suspiciously. Her emotions were...smug?
"What the fuck, Char?" I questioned confused.
"Just promise me that when you find out I was right all along, you will say it...out loud," she said smirking.
"Don't even fucking start that shit again. I will kick both of you out of the fucking truck if you even say one more word about it, am I clear?" I ordered seriously.
"Yes, Major," they both grumbled in unison before stalking out the front door - pouting. God help me. If I make it there without tearing some limbs off of them, it will be a fucking miracle.
Walking to my truck, Char was in the passenger seat and Peter was in the cab sitting behind Char. Both immediately wiped the smiles off their faces as I approached. I got in my truck and slammed the door shut, started it up, and we were on our way back to Forks. Back to her.
I couldn't wait to see her again... to see her creamy skin once again... to see that long thick hair of hers once again. She wouldn't have those deep brown eyes anymore, unfortunately, but no matter; once the crimson faded, her eyes would turn golden and I'm sure they would be just as amazing. Everything about her was amazing.
"Can't wait to see her again, huh?" Char asked quietly.
"No, I can't," I replied, before I even realized what I was saying - fuck, she is so damn sneaky! I looked over to Char to see she was smiling smugly back at me. Peter covered up a laugh with a cough, very unconvincingly, since vampires don't even fucking cough. Fucker.
"Fine. I feel something for her, alright? I don't know what it is but she is making me fucking crazy," I admitted hesitantly.
"I think you do know what it is. I think you are just not willing to admit it to yourself. She's your mate, Jasper," Char argued.
"I already have a fucking mate in Alice. So unless you can have two mates...she's not mine," I argued back. But as soon as it left my lips, my chest ached at the mere words - 'she's not mine' - fuck, what the hell was she doing to me!
"Whatever, choose to live in fucking denial. You'll see soon enough that I'm right. That pull you felt when you left her – well I have news for you – it's going to be a hell of a lot stronger now that's she's changed," she said, smiling sweetly at me.
"Speaking of mates...and Alice..."
"Don't you dare ask me to be nice to her, Jasper," she growled, her demeanor changing to hostile immediately.
"You need to at least be civil to her, Char. I can't be dealing with you two at each others fucking throats while I'm dealing with a newborn – got it?" I told her firmly. It was an order, not up for further discussion.
She huffed but nodded her head and looked out the window, not saying another word to me. She was pissed at me and it was radiating off her in fucking waves. It didn't matter, I would tell Alice the same thing I told her. I couldn't be dealing with a cat fight on top of everything else going on. Which reminded me...
"You too, Peter. Don't be trying to start shit, got it?" I told him, glaring at him through the rear-view mirror.
"Fine," he grunted and proceeded to stare out the window like Char.
Well this was just fucking great.
Neither of them spoke to me for hours until I needed to stop for gas and then Peter finally spoke up.
"I need to go into the store," he stated, as I was pulling up to a pump.
"Why?" I questioned suspiciously. It was a very dangerous thing when Peter was bored...and judging by his foot tapping for the last hour – he was fucking bored.
"No reason," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. His emotions however, were full on mischief.
"Peter, please don't fuck around," I groaned.
"I don't know what you are talking about, I just need to buy something," he argued, unconvincingly. I was an even better lie detector than they were, he couldn't fool me.
"Bullshit, Peter. Stay in the fucking truck, that's an order," I told him sternly.
He growled at me but wisely reigned it in as I hopped out of the truck and pumped the gas quickly. I went inside to pay for the gas and grabbed a large assortment of magazines while I was at it. Getting back inside the truck, I threw the magazines at Peter's head. He rolled his eyes at me but looked through them anyway. It kept his foot tapping at bay for another hour at least.
"How much farther?" he whined after he had gone through them all.
I closed my eyes and took a deep calmly breath. It was times like these I wish someone else was the fucking empath and could send me some fucking calm for once.
"Shut the fuck up, Peter," I growled.
"What? It's a legitimate question," he huffed and crossed his arms across his chest defensively.
"Shut up, Peter," Char said, backing me up even though she still wasn't speaking to me.
He was silent after that, but his emotions reeked of him making decisions about something and he kept messing with his phone. I didn't think I wanted to fucking know what it was – so I didn't ask.
Stopping for gas at a 7-11, Peter insisted I let him go inside and buy a slurpee. "Why, Peter? It's not like you can fucking drink the damn thing?" I asked incredulously.
"Because it's my job," he argued, as if that made any fucking sense to me at all. I had no fucking clue what he meant about it being his 'job' - nor did I want to fucking know; sometimes ignorance was bliss when dealing with Peter.
"Fine, just don't fucking try anything stupid," I told him, glaring at him pointedly in warning.
"I promise," he stated, saluting me before tossing some sunglasses on and hopping gleefully out of the truck. Not a good fucking sign.
"Char can you go in with him, make sure he doesn't fucking drain someone or something?" I begged her.
She didn't answer me, simply got out of the truck and went inside after Peter. She was really fucking pissed at me this time. Just fucking wonderful.
I finished pumping the gas and went inside to pay...only to find Peter with three different kinds of slurpees in his hands waiting in line.
"Peter, what the fuck are you doing?" I hissed at him, low enough so only vampires could hear.
"I couldn't decide what to get," he said, looking down at them thoughtfully.
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the need to kick his fucking ass. He paid for the slurpees and went back out to the truck, Char shaking her head following along behind him. I paid for the gas and got back into the truck.
"What the hell are you going to do with them now?" I asked him curiously, as I pulled back onto the road.
"I'm going to try them," he replied, sniffing each one individually. "I signed up online to be one of those secret shoppers, you know, the ones that try things and then send in their reviews – anyway, flavored slurpees from 7-11's was on the list."
Oh, well, this was going to be fucking good. I should have let him buy more. Char continued to shake her head at his sheer stupidity. He went to take a sip of the cherry one first, but I stopped him. "Open your fucking window first – you aren't going to puke that shit up in my truck," I told him.
He opened his window, rolling his eyes in annoyance at me as he did so. He took a long pull of the cherry and proceeded to hack and sputter as he spit it out the window so forcefully, it cracked the pavement below.
"Goddamn it, Peter! You need to be more careful. I'm pretty sure the humans would find that fucking suspicious, don't you think?" I growled at him.
"Sorry," he replied, not looking remorseful at all. "It doesn't taste near as good as it smells," he said, looking bewildered and disappointed. He didn't try the other two, simply left them abandoned in the drink holders in my truck. He truly looked sad that his secret shopper job didn't pan out the way he had hoped – unfucking believable.
"Do you need to hunt? You won't be able to once we are in Forks and I don't know how fucking long it will be before you will get the opportunity again," I told them, gauging the color of their eyes critically. It looked like it would be a good idea to stop.
"Yeah, Char and I could definitely use a boost," Peter replied, since Char still wasn't fucking talking to me. "And I need to get rid of this taste," he added in a mumble, while licking his palm.
I nodded, keeping my comments to myself. Leaving the highway on the next exit, I proceeded to look for the nearest bad neighbor I could find. It didn't take long to find one and Peter and Char hopped out of the truck and headed on their hunt, while I stayed in the truck and waited for them. I would do my own hunting once back in Forks.
They returned only ten minutes later, both sporting bright crimson eyes and looking far more relaxed. "Good hunting?" I asked.
"A drug dealer for me and a pimp for her," Peter said grinning happily.
I made my way back onto the highway and we continued on. Peter was quiet after that point so I turned the radio on to fill the silence that had enveloped the truck. It was quite nice - for once. Of course it just couldn't last...
As we neared Forks, Peter's phone began to ring and he pulled it from his pocket and quickly checked the id before answering...
"You've reached Dear Peter's advice hot-line, how can I help?"
Oh for the love of all that is holy...how many fucking hot-lines does he have?
"Hello," a female's voice croaked. "Dear Peter I need your help - my boyfriend he...he...he broke up with me and it just hurts so much, ya know?" she cried into the phone.
"Oh my, that is rough...what's your name?" Peter asked her soothingly.
"Betty," she whimpered, blowing her nose loudly into the receiver and causing me to cringe in disgust.
"Well Betty we just need to find something to comfort you, now don't we? Let's see now...," he paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, I've got it! Why don't you go and donate some blood!" he told her excitedly.
Why? Why me? You'd think being a vampire would be enough punishment for any past sins but no...I get stuck with him. Fuck my undead life.
"Donate blood?" she asked incredulously, finally stopping her sniffling for a moment.
"Why yes - it's perfect! Blood always makes me feel better when I'm depressed - I'm positive it will work for you too," he told her.
"Peter," I hissed in warning, too low to be heard by 'Betty'.
"Well...if you are sure. I suppose it couldn't hurt to try it," she replied. Unfucking believable. "Thank you Dear Peter," she told him, sincerely grateful. She has got to be fucking insane...it's the only explanation I can come up with.
"You are very welcome, Betty. Feel free to call again the next time you get dumped," he told her. The last thing we heard was her gasp before he ended the call.
"What the fuck, Peter," I roared, having reached and now passed my patience limit with him. "You can't just go saying shit like that! No more hot-lines on this trip, got it?"
He rolled his eyes at me and silently pouted the rest of the fucking drive. Good.
Char still wasn't talking to me. Fucking wonderful.
Finally arriving at the Cullens, thank god; the growling was so fucking loud we could hear it from the end of the damn driveway. Jesus, she really did sound pissed off.
"Damn, your mate sounds bad ass, Major," Peter commented excitedly.
I growled at him in warning but it was half-hearted as my attention was now completely drawn to her. That rope pulling on me was back and it was so much fucking stronger than it was before, just as Char had said it would be – fuck me – she was right.
I pulled the truck up in front of the house and that's when I got my first look at her since the change...
She was absolutely fucking gorgeous, not just beautiful; she was also sexy as hell. She was still petite in stature but her body had filled out in all the right places. Her breasts were fuller and perkier and I could tell they would fit perfectly in my hands. Her ass – fuck – it was absolute perfection, round and firm and just begging to be squeezed. Her hips were slightly wider, perfecting her hourglass shape, and would be perfect for holding onto while fucking. Her hair was shinier and had more auburn to it, it hung in loose waves down her back, swaying back and forth as she moved. It would be absolutely perfect for wrapping around my hand while she pleasured me. Fuck, she was perfect in every fucking way and I just wanted to grab her and claim her as mine.
She looked so lethal and feral in her crouch as Emmett attempted to sneak in behind her – she knew where he was though. Her eyes were sweeping her surroundings skillfully as she flipped around lithely and circled in behind him, taking him completely by surprise. Emmett was never very good at fighting. Sure he had strength on his side but he was very basic in his approach – there was no strategy to him at all. She had figured him out very quickly. She spun through the air and turned, planting a swift kick to his chest and causing him to land flat on his back as she landed softly back onto her feet - crouched and ready for her next opponent. She was truly magnificent to behold. And as that rope tugged and pulled on me more forcefully than it ever had, it finally dawned on me...she was...
My mate.
And there it was, as if a light shone down upon me when I finally realized it; everything finally fucking aligned and made sense. Every reaction to her, every thought, every time I questioned whether Alice and I truly belonged together. We didn't belong together...we never fucking had. It was her...Bella Swan. She was my true mate...
And she was pissed as hell at me. Fuck!
"Char?" I whispered hesitantly.
"Yes, Major?" she asked sweetly, finally speaking to me and blinking back at me innocently while she waited for what she knew was coming.
I closed my eyes and sighed before opening them and saying it - out loud. "You were right and I was wrong," I said sincerely.
"You don't say?" she gasped in mock surprise, holding her hand over her heart.
I let her gloat because well, she had decades worth of it owed to her. She had tried to fucking tell me more times than I could count and I obstinately ignored her. Damn it, I hate being fucking wrong.
"What do I do now, Char?" I asked her, at a complete loss of how to proceed.
"Well first of all, next time you better fucking listen to me," she scolded. "And now, Major... you go claim your true mate."
My mate...I could claim her...she would be mine. My cock hardened instantly at the mere thought of being able to sink myself into her sexy little body. I could just imagine her tightness wrapped around me as I fucked her, and oh, fuck her I would – many, many, times. We won't be stopping for days.
With that thought and the largest and hardest erection of my existence, I hopped out of the truck and made my way towards her. Mine.
She instantly whipped around to face me and let loose her loudest most menacingly growl yet. Her eyes zeroed in on mine as she automatically adjusted her positioning according to my own, without even watching my feet. It was very impressive – I've never seen a newborn have such amazing instincts. Then again she was my mate and she had my venom coursing through her. It was time to fucking show her who the Major was though...the mate thing would have to wait until we got her calmed down and under control.
I lowered into my own crouch and just for the hell of it, I tried to use my gift on her. It was no use but she paused and quirked an eyebrow at me as I did so. Ahh, she could feel when a gift tried to get through her shield – god she's amazing, and she's all mine for the taking.
"You," she half spat, half growled. "You did this to me!"
Now I'll take credit for drinking from her because yeah, I fucking did it. But the vampire thing, no, that wasn't my fucking fault. I simply helped her along - she should be thanking me actually. She's even woken up slightly early due to all the venom I gave her. All of these thoughts attempted to go through my mind but none of it mattered. None of it mattered because even her voice was fucking sexy as hell. Silky and feminine – like satin and lace. I moaned out loud at the sound and my cock visibly twitched in my jeans. Her eyes honed in on my crotch and she moaned in response. It's all for you, darlin'. Come and get it.
She shook her head in frustration and crouched lower. She looked even angrier now, if that were possible. Well, fuck, that's not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
Edward moved in closer and decided he didn't fucking like the direction things were going. "Jasper, you're scaring her," he growled at me as he moved even closer to her.
"Love, it's okay, I know you're confused. I'll take care of you and keep you safe, I promise," he cooed to her. I glared at him and in that moment, I was fucking torn – tear him apart or attempt to get her under control?
She made the choice for me, however, as she growled at him while keeping her eyes locked with mine. He wasn't worth it...I had my mate to calm and claim. Kicking his ass could wait until later.
"Love, please," he begged her.
"Stop calling me that!" she snarled at him.
Fuck, my balls were tightening in sheer anticipation of shooting my load. She was going to make me fucking come in my pants once again just from watching her tell Edward off.
Edward turned on me and growled. "What the hell, Jasper?" he yelled angrily. Damn it, I had been trying so hard to block my thoughts from him but that just slipped through. "Just what exactly did you do to her?" he snarled, as he crouched and advanced on me.
Not fucking smart Edward. He knows I can kick his ass seven ways to Sunday. If he's trying to defend her honor, he can go fuck himself. It's not his honor to defend.
"Yes, it is," he sneered. "She was my singer, we're meant to be together," he stated smugly.
And if he thought I was going to let someone try to claim my true mate, well he was an even bigger idiot than I thought. I circled him and he furrowed his brows attempting to concentrate on my thoughts and what my next move would be. I made a critical error at this moment, however – I turned my back for a split second on Bella. Fuck!
She lunged and took me down forcefully. The ground shaking beneath us as we landing with her perched upon my back. Now, ideally in this situation, I would be executing some fucking move to gain the upper hand...but she was straddling my back and I could feel the crotch of her jeans rubbing on my lower back, and all I could do... was lay there under her and moan.
It was at this moment she made her own critical error, however – she moaned in response. The lust that was radiating off of me had gotten through to her. My gift was working on her...contact was her loop-hole. Before I could use my new found knowledge though, she growled at me as she leaned down and proceeded to sink her teeth deeply into the side of my neck. Fuck! It hurt like a motherfucker. Her venom burned and stung, as she sunk them in deeper still. She tore them from my neck and chuckled darkly.
"Paybacks a bitch," she sneered in my ear. That was it. I had had enough of playing with her.
I flipped us swiftly, catching her off guard, and pinned her arms above her head as I sent her as much lethargy and calm as I could fucking muster. Her growls and snarls faded into whimpers and whines as she tried to fight off my gift futilely. She attempted to struggle in my grasp but her body wouldn't cooperate with her mind. That's because her body was completely under my control right now.
"Let me go," she whimpered. "What ever you are doing to me, stop it!"
"I don't think so, darlin'. You aren't being very nice," I told her, glancing pointedly at my venom that was still dripping out of the wound on my neck.
"You deserved it," she spat defiantly.
Impressive. I increased my gift and calmed her further. Carlisle approached us warily.
"Son, do you have her?" he questioned, still keeping a safe distance just in case. Pussies, all of them.
"I have her. My gift works with contact," I informed him.
"Oh, thank god," he sighed out in relief.
"Get them fucking packing, we need to move - now," I commanded.
"How am I suppose to pack all of my clothes in two hours?" Alice's whining rang out loudly.
"Everyone get as much as you can, as quickly as you can. We are leaving in two hours," Carlisle ordered the others.
"Move it, Alice," Carlisle told her.
She huffed and stalked off to the house, pausing to glare at me. Interesting. Wonder what that was fucking about. I will need to speak to her later, I suppose. That should be a fun fucking conversation. Maybe she's seen this though? Hmm, if that's the case...why didn't she warn me? Yes, we would definitely be talking later about all of this.
"Jasper," Bella purred underneath me, grinding her crotch up into my still fully erect cock. Fuck, it felt so damn good. I ground back down into her and she moaned in delight. "Oh yes, baby, that's it. Mmm," she moaned.
My eyes rolled into the back of my fucking head from the sensations she was bringing out of my body. She was bewitching me with her mere presence and as she clouded my mind, I lost my focus. I lost my focus and let up on my gift for just a fraction of a second...a fraction that was just enough for her to push me off of her - forcefully. Fuck!
My back slammed into a large tree, the tree toppling over from the impact and landing on the ground to the right of me with a thunderous, ground shaking thud.
Rose giggled. She had stayed back and stood to the side with Peter and Char watching us. Why the fuck wasn't she packing?
"Told you she was fucking smart," Rose sang out. I growled at her but she just laughed harder as Bella began moving around trying to find a point of advantage. Shit, and now she knows not to touch me or I can use my gift on her, since she just heard me inform Carlisle of that fact. I can't believe I made that mistake. I was the Major - I don't make fucking mistakes - and yet here I was making them left and right with her.
She dashed forward swiftly and kicked at the tree that had toppled over; it swiped at my legs but I jumped over it easily.
"Nice try, darlin'," I taunted her.
"Don't fucking call me that!" she roared. "What is with you people and the lovey names?"
Fucking Edward. I could completely understand her being mad at him for it but I was her fucking mate. She just doesn't know it yet.
Carlisle and Edward came dashing out of the house and both stopped dead in their tracks. She growled menacingly at their approach as they realized I no longer had her under my control.
"Son, what happened? I thought your gift worked?" Carlisle questioned confusedly.
"It does. I just...lost focus for a second," I mumbled. The memory of her grinding against my cock causing me to visibly shudder.
"You were molesting her?" Edward yelled incredulously.
"Edward! I'm sure Jasper wasn't doing that," Carlisle reprimanded him.
"I saw it in his thoughts, Carlisle...he was taking advantage of her when he had her pinned to the ground," he snarled.
"Is that true, Jasper?" Carlisle gasped, looking to me for an explanation.
"No, she was grinding on me and I may have ground back, that's all. Edward's just fucking jealous, aren't you Eddie?" I asked smugly while defending myself.
Carlisle glanced curiously over at Edward, whose eyes were glued to Bella the entire time.
"That doesn't matter right now," Carlisle dismissed. "We have to get going...the wolves are pacing the treaty line waiting on an order from Sam to cross over. They could hear her from here. They've deemed her a threat to the town and are giving us one hour to leave before they cross and take matters into their own hands," he explained, warily watching as Bella inched back and forth, back and forth... looking for a way to escape.
Just fucking wonderful.
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AN:
Yay, Jasper finally put two and two together! And yup, Bella is wee bit upset with him right now. I hope you all enjoyed their car trip...poor Betty, hehe.
**I am torn on how the next chapter should go, so I am going to ask for you all to decide for me. I can either A: Do the next chapter in BPoV recapping the events from the beginning to where this chapter left off. OR B: Continue on with the story by doing the next chapter in JPoV. Please let me know which option you would prefer in your review, whichever one gets the most votes is what I will proceed with.**
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