A/N So I have decided to dedicate more time to Click and since I am I have managed to get Mrs Jones onboard she will be doing the vamp chapters for now. So without further ado here is the next person in the list of 14. How this works is that if you don't review and tell us who you want we don't know who is going to win. Even if your fav character has not been written let us know who you want to see with Edward. I will not be giving any hints or making anyone more special than anyone else because that is not the idea. So if you don't review you can't complain. This is supposed to be fun. Next character is going to be Embry but right now lets see what Jasper has to offer.

Chapter 3

Jasper

I waited for him in the local bar that I brought him to the first time he came to visit me in my hometown. We met a couple of years back when he was the guest musician for the Houston Symphony. It was lust at first sight. I'd heard of him of course but, to see him up close, he was fucking hot. He knew it too.

He seemed to prefer being here among the 'regular' folks. We'd been out a few times on his turf with expensive wines and caviar on tiny crackers. That really wasn't my style and when he got a taste of the southern fried chicken from the local dinner, well, we hadn't gone to one of his fancy restaurants since. And this was his favorite place with peanut shells on the floor and a mechanical bull in the corner.

I kept my eye on the door and watched him walk in wearing jeans, a flannel, and the boots I gave him for Christmas the year before. Much different from the first time we came here with his suit coat and polished black shoes. I shocked him that first time when I pulled off his coat and rolled up his sleeves telling him he needed to fit in if he ever wanted to come back here.

"Hey," I said as he sat in the stool next to me. I motioned to the bartender to bring over another couple of beers for us.

"Hey," he smiled back at me. We couldn't really greet each other the way we'd like in a bar like this one. This wasn't the place to out ourselves. We'd save it for later, after I worked him up with my southern drawl. He told me that he loved all the dirty talkin' I did when we were in bed together and that my accent became more pronounced and was sexy as hell.

His head was turned away from me watching the country-rock band play. He loved all music, something we shared and especially seeing it in its proper setting. I couldn't help but admire the back his long neck with the small mole at the base of his chaotic copper hair. I desperately wanted to lean in and kiss the soft skin there but, held myself back. Soon enough we would be back at my place where I would be able to talk him into just about anything.

"It's warm in here don't you think?" I said into his ear just above a whisper. He nodded without turning his head. "You look like you could use a coolin' off." He shook his head slightly and took a pull of his beer. "Yeah, maybe you're right. I love the thought of your sweat-slicked skin against mine."

He kept his eyes glued to the average band while I told him how much I want to lick, nip, and suck his body. He may have seemed calm on the outside to those who didn't know him but, I could see the small changes in him; his clenched jaw, running his hand through his hair, and how he pounded the last beer all in one go as I told him how I wanted tease the head of his cock dipping my tongue into the slit. He finally looked at me after setting his empty beer bottle down with a loud thud. His eyes said everything, full of lust and downright need. I leaned back in my seat taking a small sip of my drink and trying not to smirk. I knew how to get him worked up without ever laying a finger on him.

"So, we should get going," he stood up throwing down more than enough cash to pay for our drinks. "I have an early flight tomorrow." I chuckled before polishing off my beer.

We made our way to my car and we drove in silence on the way back to my small house. It was modest with a porch with a swing in a better than average neighborhood. I didn't need much, either did Alice. She was the chocolate lab I use to hunt with when my pa was still livin'.

"Welcome home, darlin'," I said as I unlocked the door and held it open for him. It shut loudly when he pushed me up against it. His lips met mine in a forceful kiss, his tongue probing and his hands found my ass pulling me closer to him as he ground his erection to mine. I may have gone overboard this time, he was a bit more frenzied the usual. I put both hands on his face and broke him from the kiss.

"Tell me what you want," he panted with half-lidded eyes. I chuckled trying to catch my breath. "Tell me and you can have it," I looked him dead in the eye. He wasn't saying I could have anything, only that he would fuck my ass in any manner I so choose. No, he knew what I wanted and he wasn't ready to give it to me yet. I'd fallen for the egotistical prick. I was tired of only having him for a night or two every few months, skype-in' once or twice, and phone calls, lots of phone calls.

"Hmmmmmm,' I said as I removed one of my hands from his cheek and leaned in to kiss the soft skin behind his ear that I had been admirin' all evenin'. "I was thinkin' about how you said you wanted a taste of me next time you saw me," my tongue peeked out to leave a trail of moisture down his neck and then nipped at his adam's apple before kissing down the other side. "I want that so fuckin' bad, darlin'," I hummed into his neck. I received a growl in return.

His hands quickly moved to the front of my jeans first undoing the belt and then fumbled with the button and zipper. My buckle clanked on the floor when my pants fell around my ankles. He lifted away from me pulling my shirt awkwardly over my head. He stood back looking over my naked body as I wrapped my hand loosely around my cock moving it slowly. "Now, didn't your mama ever tell you it's not nice to stare?" I asked. "You're gonna get me blushin'." I ducked my head. He grabbed my jerkin' hand and pulled me over to the couch. I almost tripped over my pants that were still wrapped around my boots. He bent me over the arm of the sofa and knelt down behind me. "Oh, hell yes!" I said into the cushion. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks spreading me, his warm breath sweeping across my exposed hole. I held my breath as I felt his hot, wet tongue taste the skin behind my sack and made its way to my awaitin' pucker. "Oh, god," he pushed the tip of his tongue into my hole as his thumbs spread me even more.

I tried to push my ass closer to him but, he only backed away. "Patience," he said. I'd been patient. It had been far too long since I'd seen him last. I growled at him. One of his hands let go of my ass gently squeezing and tugging my balls. The other thumb rubbed my hole with increasing pressure. "Talk to me" he said.

"I love your tongue in me," I said as he pushed through the tight ring of muscle with his thumb up to the knuckle. His wet muscle was once again inside me along side his thumb. It was the sweetest torture especially knowing what was to come. "I can't wait to feel your cock inside me," he nipped at the sensitive skin that surrounded his thumb pulling a moan from me. Moments later his thumb left me and was replaced with two spit-slicked fingers. They plunged into me and the familiar burn coursed through my body.

"Ahhh, fuck yes," I lifted my head from the sofa. "You like fingerin' my tight hole, Ed?" I groaned out. His fingers moved slowly at first but picked up speed while his other hand wrapped around my cock. My knees felt weak and I gripped the pillows, threatening to tear them open. His fingers scissored and twisted stretching the muscle and nudged the spot that threatened to bring me to my knees. "It's all for you, darlin'."

It was all for him. It wasn't that he asked me to remain exclusive for him. After our first roll in the hay, I'd been with a few pick-ups but, it was him that I thought of. Over the past year, I just couldn't seem to… want anyone else. His smooth voice and toned body, the way he lost himself as he played, the stupid smirk he gave me when we were lying together in my messed up bed. All of it. I was all in, if he'd only just say yes.

I winced when his hands left me and heard the tearing of the condom and squelching of the lube on his covered cock. "You want me?" he asked as the blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole. "Tell me," he command.

"I want you," I replied. "I fucking need you, Ed," I groaned as his cock entered me. "Ahhhhh, so fucking good, darlin'," in one long slow stroke, he pushed his way through until he bottomed out. Finally, that full feeling I'd been longing for, the one that only he seemed to fill. "Move, baby," I pushed back against him.

He left one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder as he pulled out slowly and pushed back in. I groaned and my head fell between my shoulders. He started thrusting faster, his hips slapping against my ass. Sweat rolled down my back in the hot, humid house causing his grip to slip. "That's it, right there," I groaned out. "Feels so good to have you in me again." I wrapped my hand around my pleading cock. I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Tell me you're close," he panted.

"I am, I'm so fuckin' close," I said as my arm gave out and my head fell to my forearm. The change in position was my undoing as he hit my spot dead on repeatedly. I felt the coiling in my groin and my hand moved faster. My muscles tensed as my orgasm crashed through me, my toes curling in my boots. I whimpered his name into the cushion as I tried to pull in a breath. He continued to thrust and my cock released what felt like an endless supply of cum. His pace becoming erratic just as I began to relax. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, wishing he were truly releasing inside of me and making me his.

His body fell on mine, sweaty and sticky as his hips slowed. "So fucking hot," he said running his fingers through my wavy hair.

"It was definitely hot, darlin'," I said nodding and turned my head toward him, pecking his lips.

"Have you ever played with him?" the man next to me whispered. I nodded never taking my eyes of the man of the evening. He turned his head for only a moment, just long enough for me to see the mole at the base of his chaotic hair and I smiled.

"A few times," I winked at the stranger sitting at the table next to me.