AN: Ok sorry the day delay but what can I say it was BD weekend! Saw it 2 times so far. will see it many more! So this chapt things are gonna heat up, and they will get more so as we go on from now on.. in context. I truly love every alert and review I get and they spur me on to get writing! I love you all and hope you love the boy lovin. Let me tell you it will get even steamier on Wed, and there is a beautiful shower scene soon that has a man sporting a head to toe tatt that is cream making! Now get to reading and reviewing!
Jas pov
Meeting the mother. Not something I was expecting - not sure I was prepared - but the scared look on Emmett's face showed me that I needed to suck it up and go for it. Rubbing my hands up and down his upper arms, his breathing started to return to normal and he looked at me with a lost puppy, pleading look.
"You already told her who I was, right?" He nods. "Well then, I think I am going to dinner with your family."
He let out a long hard breath. "Thank you, Jazz. I know it is really soon and all that shit but . . ."
I stopped him with a quick kiss. "Bunny, it's fine. I am fine with meeting your mother. After all you have told me about her, I feel like I already know her and there is so much more I want to learn. And hell, if she raised you, then she is A-OK in my book!"
Relaxing a bit, he kisses me back then nuzzles my neck, breathing me in. "Babe, you don't know how long I have waited for you." And he squeezes me in tight to his chest. I feel at home almost instantly.
After making sure Maggie is settled, we lock the doggy door on the kitchen door, lock up the rest of his place and climb into my car. We made a quick stop by the work site to make sure the sign went up smoothly. Getting out of the car, we walked around the front and leaned against the hood. The sign had indeed gone in in the right spot and I was in a bit of awe over it. There on the large sign was my building in full color, with full lush landscaping. It took my breath away. Emmett put his arm around me and pulled me closer. Kissing my neck, he whispers in my ear, "It's beautiful, Jazz." I had to agree. Looking at it for a few more minutes, we push off the car and stand.
"You ready for this?" He asks again for the millionth time since he got off the phone with his mother.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Pulling out, he gives me directions to his mother's house. Winding our way through evening traffic, it takes about 20 minutes to pull up a long drive to the beautiful brick home. The lines and curves almost make me hard. I love old architecture and this place is the epitome of elegance and balance.
"Wow, Emm, I think I just came a bit." I hear him snicker at my reaction to his family home.
"Well, mom doesn't believe in modern design and this place caught her the second she saw it." He unbuckled and grabbed the door handle. "It's just home to me, but I am sure mom could go on for hours about it with you. Come on."
I kill the car and follow him out. Popping the trunk, my nerves start to get the best of me. As I reach for the packages, I see my hands are starting to shake. All the resolve I had back at my house has vanished. Emmett puts his hands on mine and instantly they stop shaking.
"Babe, you need to chill. It's just my mom and she is gonna love you." He is a rock, a calming force to my jittery nerves.
"I'm trying, Emm. It's just I've never done this 'meet the parents' thing." turning into his open arms I grab on to his waist and steady my breath as I breathe him in. "The closest I ever came was meeting Edward's folks as his friend. There was no pressure in that."
At my admission and the use of Edward's name, he tightens his hold on me. "Well, Babe, the time has come, and you are meeting my mother as MY boyfriend, and she will love you."
Nodding my head into his shoulder, I leave a kiss there and turn away, grabbing some of the bags with less shaky hands and turn to follow him up the drive.
As we are walking up the drive, he transfers all the bags he is carrying to one hand and threads our fingers together. We are a united front as we walk through the doors.
Entering the house, it was just like I imagined it would look from the outside. It is decorated in comfort - warm colors, homey furniture, vases of fresh flowers and paintings of landscapes framing the walls.
"MOM! We're here!" Emmett yells and it startles me. Giving me a sheepish grin, he shrugs, "Sorry."
I am about to tell him it was OK, but was interrupted by a warm but stern voice. "Emmett McCarty, how many times do I need to tell you not to shout in the house?"
"Sorry, mom." Emmett looks like he is about 10 as he bends down and kisses his mother's cheek. She is a tiny delicate thing, but I can see a lot of Emmett in her. Standing at maybe 5'2", she is slender with strawberry blonde hair and pale green eyes that I would know anywhere.
"Someday you will learn, I hope," she pats his arm and turns to me, "and you, my dear, must be Jasper."
"Yes ma'am," Extending my hand out to her, I try to use all my southern manners my mama taught me. " Jasper Whitlock, ma'am, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. McCarty."
"Siobhan please," she blushes as she shakes my hand. Then looking down at the bags we are holding, she looks back to Emmett. "Emmy, what did you bring? Looks like you bought out the whole store."
"Just a few things for the closet," he presents her with the treasures he bought.
Opening the bags, she smiles at her son's generosity. Handing back the bags, she points behind her. "Go on and put them up and meet me in the kitchen. Dinner is almost ready."
As she takes off down the hall, Emm pulls me along with him over to the door a few steps down the hall.
"She calls it a closet, but it is really a room," he tells me as he opens the door and we walk into a small room that is packed top to bottom with all kinds of toys, clothes and toiletries. It is both awe inspiring and saddening to see. It is fabulous that people like the McCarty's care enough to have this for the children coming through their home, but truly saddening that it has to be there in the first place.
As if he is reading the sadness that is pouring off of me, Emmett wraps his arms around me from behind. "I know, babe, but it does happen and though it is terrible, at least it is comforting to know mom and many others like her are here to pick up the pieces."
I nod, wiping a tear away and pull his arms tighter around me.
Emm pov
I know the emotions that Jasper is feeling because every time I have to come in here to get something for a new child coming to our home I am hit with it. I do my best to think of the helping side and not to dwell on the hurting side. Standing there, I am hit once again with how perfect Jasper is for me. As I see him wipe away the tears, I know that he has the heart and compassion I have always hoped to find in a partner.
Pulling us out the door, I give him a swift kiss and a minute to pull himself together. When he indicates he is OK, we go and find my mom in the kitchen. She looks to me, then Jasper and gives a sad but knowing smile. Not wanting to keep the mood dark, she busies herself with food.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes." She slaps my hand as I try to steal some garlic bread. "Emmett, you can wait five minutes."
"Yes, mom," Jasper is laughing at me getting scolded, but hey, it was totally worth trying. "Just wait until you try my mom's garlic bread. Next time, you will be tryin' to sneak a piece too."
Dinner was fantastic as always and Jasper agreed. He ate almost as much as I did. The conversation was smooth. Jasper and my mom talked about the house and the project. There was never an awkward pause or lack of things to talk about. Jasper had totally and completely won over my mother just like he did me.
Shocking my mother, I offered to do the dishes and she told me it must be Jasper's good influence. OK, I might be sucking up a bit to show off to him. What can I say - I do, after all, have to compete with his "good old southern boy" thing he has going for him. Being a transplant to Texas, I need to learn the charm unlike him who was born with it.
Standing side by side, we make short work of the dishes, splashing each other here and there. Once or twice, he snapped that towel at my ass. When we were done, I back him into the counter. I press myself into him and he sighs. "Thank you for today," I say into his neck, placing small kisses along his jaw. I could feel the stubble that was starting to form and I ran my lips across it.
He moans softly and turns his lips to mine. "Your welcome and thank you." Our lips meet in that gentle way that warms me all over. His arms wrap around me and we just simply kiss. No one deepens it. It is kept light and all to soon it is interrupted by the door opening and the sound of my sister's voice, whining to my mother, "No fair, his is cuter then mine."
I smile against his lips.
This receives a full hearty laugh from my boy. "Jasper, meet my spoiled brat sister, Katie."
"Spoiled brat?" Katie whines as she leaves mom and her boyfriend in the doorway. "Really, Emmy bear? I think you are far more the spoiled brat then me. You get everything you want including a gorgeous man." Shaking Japser's hand, she thoroughly checks out my man. "Hi, I'm Katie."
"Emmy bear?" He mouths at me. "Bunny?" I mouth back. I guess I am destined to never have a manly nickname, and I am OK with that.
Southern charm oozing out again, he kisses the back of Katie's hand. "Jasper Whitlock, pleasure to meet you."
Katie blushed from head to toe. "Wow and a gentleman." She leans in and speaks in a loud whisper, "Are you sure your gay, cuz if there is any doubt, you an' me can ditch these two and run off together."
Seth, Katie's boyfriend, and I let out an irritated grunt, but Jasper is quick with his response. "Sorry, darling, I most definitely am gay and, I'm afraid, pretty hooked on your brother here."
"Damn right," I pull him possessively closer. "This one's all mine, sis, so you will just have to make do with Seth over there."
After a round of hi's and this is's, we invited mom to the ground breaking and said our goodbyes. In the car on the ride home, the air was filled with quiet conversation. We talked over the day and about nonsense, the closer we got to my house the quieter we became. This day had felt like a week and neither of us wanted it to end.
Pulling into my driveway, Jasper puts the car into park and turns to me. "This has been one hell of a day."
Grinning at him, I have to agree. "I know. It seemed like we have been doing this for years. I don't really want to say goodbye."
Laying his head against the seat, his eyes show me everything. "Me either, but I really should get home to Maggie." I nod and lean forward, giving him a soft good night kiss and grab the door handle at the same time. If I don't make this quick, I will never let him drive away. I force myself away from him and duck out of the car. I watch as he pouts at me, but pulls out of the drive and down the street. Once I can no longer see his tail lights, I make my way inside.
Jas pov
Leaving Emmett standing in his drive was tough. Every fiber in my being screamed at me to get out of the car. But the feelings I was having needed to be examined. I needed to step back and think if it was possible to find your forever this easily.
As much as my heart wanted to spend every minute with Emmett, my head was telling me to get a little space. So here I am sitting on the couch with Maggie curled up in my lap and mindless reality shows on the television. It was fairly early on a Saturday night and I am sure I could ask the girls to go for drinks, but I didn't feel like I could be good company. My mind would be on Emmett and how perfect he seems - how seamlessly we flow together, are we going to fast, could this be it? No, it is best if I sort this out on my own. I know Rose and Bella would tell me to just jump straight in - no looking back - only because that is what they did. I mean, yes, it worked for them and they are going as strong as ever seven years later, but what if we aren't that lucky? What if we crash and burn, what if . . .?
My thoughts were cut off by my phone ringing out Alice's tone. I'm not sure how she does it, but she always knows when to call me. Hitting the take call on the screen, I let out on last tense breath.
"Stop it right now, Jazz!" She's scary.
"How the hell do you always know? You are one scary little demon, you know that right?"
She laughs a little at me but gets serious again. "Jazz, I have known you since high school, I know you. I know that you never have faith in anything that could mean something good for you." She is right. "Sure, college and career are a no-brainer. You have known what you were going to do since you were 10, but anything fun and things remotely close to a relationship, you close up and keep it distant."
"But . . ." Of course, she doesn't let me finish.
"I can tell you what is going on with you right now and see where it will go in a few hours. You had an amazing time last night and probably today. You felt everything click and it scared you. So now you are sitting on the couch in a T-shirt and jogging pants with Maggie by your side with her head in your lap. You are drinking a Sam Adams and there is reality TV crap on." I look down at myself and shudder. "You are also playing everything back in your head and going over the ways it couldn't possibly be this easy - there is no way it could happen this fast. Next you are going over all the what-if's."
"Ali, you are really creeping me out right now," I literally have goose bumps.
"I know," she says in her sing-song way.
"So what do I do now?" If she knows all that is going on in my head, then she has to know what I should do.
"Well first you need to get out of that head of yours and STOP THINKING!" Ouch, I had to pull the phone away from me ear,
"Damn, Ali." She giggles at me.
"Well, I thought if I yelled you might listen. No, tell me about your day and your man. I mean the really good stuff." And I did.
After an hour or so on the phone, Ali had calmed me down and helped me sort things out. I was going to just go into this blindly. If Emmett can jump in feet-first, then I can too, because there is no way I am going to miss my shot with him because of a shit-ton of what-if's.
Thanking my dearest friend and reminding her that she and Garrett are expected at my folks for dinner, we said our "love yous" and "good nights."
I let Maggie out and thought over everything Alice and I had talked about. She was right. I overthink anything that could bring my happiness outside of work. If I put down my perfect man on paper, it would all add up to Emmett.
As I lock up for the night and mindlessly pass though my nighttime routine, I think back over the past 24 hours. It really seemed like longer. We shared so much about ourselves and been through so many emotions. If we can go through months of a relationship in just a day, then it must be right.
Crawling into bed and patting for Maggie to join me, I drift off with the best thought in my mind - Emmett's lips on mine.
I woke up to Maggie whining and a distant knocking. Rolling out of my curled-up position, I stretch and yell out, "Just a minute."
Rubbing my chest, stomach and eyes, I make my way groggily to the door. Maggie is jumping up and down at the door with her new bunny toy in her mouth doing her excited whiny dance. "Chill, Mags." I open the door and break out in a huge larger-than-life grin.
Holding up coffee and a familiar pink box as the perfect way to start my day, Emmett gives me a fantastic smile. "You never got groceries yesterday."
I grab him by the shirt and pull him through the door and down to my lips. Home.
Em pov
I knew last night that there was something off with Jasper. There was something in his eyes and overly dramatic pout. Even before that, when we were only blocks from my house, there was something off about his attitude. He became more and more quiet, and the way he looked at me when we were in my driveway - like he was sure I was going to disappear - I wish I could see what was going on in that beautiful head of his.
My sleep sucks balls and I tossed and turned. The only thing I could think of was the sad silly pout on Jasper's face as he pulled out of my driveway. When I woke up, it hit me all at once. He was scared. My boy was terrified that it was too much way too soon. "Fuck." I knew it was a lot really sudden, but I am an impulsive guy and I know what I want and I want Jasper Whitlock, "Always."
Throwing on my running shorts and a T-shirt, I grab my keys and run out the door. It was early especially for a weekend, but I was taking a chance on us. Pulling into the parking spot right in front of the bakery, I tried my best to duplicate his order of the day before. I hope I got it right, but I truly didn't pay much attention to the box he had brought. I saw my favorite doughnut and my favorite man and all else faded away.
After I placed my order, the clerk looked me up and down and looked at the order and said the something that made me sure I was doing the right thing.
"I take it you're the half-bear boyfriend?"
I laughed so hard I made the elderly lady next to me jump and nearly lose balance. I apologized and paid for our breakfast, thanking the clerk and leaving with a boost to my confidence.
I wish I was so sure when I killed the engine in front of Jasper's house. I sat there looking at the sun casting a pink glaze to the sky, remembering all those mornings when I would watch it rise just because the fear of the dreams would no longer let me sleep. The "fear of the night before" always made the morning light a comforting thing. The demons of the night before were washed away with the bright light of the fresh day ahead. Now that fear is back. I know we have something, but the fear of what he is feeling is coursing through me and I am scared.
Bucking up and putting on my cape of confidence, I grab breakfast and march up past the gate and to the door. Without even thinking twice, I pound on the door.
I hear Maggie stir and a small bark as she is alerted to me there. I talk to her through the door.
"Hey, Maggie. It's just me, Emmett, daddy's friend. Can you be a good girl and wake him up?" Oh, my god. I am talking to a dog through a door. But maybe it's working. I hear her nails click across the floor. But then silence. So I knock again and I hear her muffled whimpering, but she is back on the other side of the door. Soon I hear what I have been holding my breath to hear. A very grumpy and groggy Jasper approaching the door, so I give one more lighter tap to the door.
I can hear him grumble and groan as he makes his way down the stairs and to the door, telling Maggie to chill. When the door swings open, I am greeted with a sight I hope to see a lot more of in the future - a fresh from sleep, groggy-eyed and rumpled picture of perfection. I am nothing but smiles.
"You never got groceries yesterday."
I am shocked but overjoyed as he pulls me by the shirt through the door and his lips crash into mine.
I try my hardest to hold onto breakfast as he welcomes me perfectly, but it is a very hard task. I don't want to drip scalding hot coffee down his back, but I don't want to miss this good morning greeting either. Lucky for me, Maggie saves the day by jumping up on our legs and barking.
"It seems some little creature needs a doggy moment." I laugh against his lips. I feel him smile against my lips before he pulls away and closes the door behind me. I glance down and smile as I see the reason for Maggie's muffled barks - a little blue squeaky bunny is laying at our feet.
"Ya, she probably does. Could you go let her out while I have a few human minutes?" He covers his mouth and I know he is thinking about morning breath a little too late, but honestly all I tasted was pure Jasper. But I nod and he books it up the stairs as I make my way to the kitchen with Maggie at me heels. Unlocking the doggy door for her, I shoo her out.
"Out ya go, princess." She just cocks her head and looks at the box I am holding. Setting the box down on the counter, I go over to the door.
"Not until daddy says it's OK. Now go." She tries one last sad puppy look, but goes through the little door and off to do her thing.
I go and grab a few paper towels and am just opening the box when I feel Jasper mimick my actions of yesterday as I open the box of goodies. "Mmm, I can't decide what is more tempting - the sugary goodness or the manly goodness." I shiver as he presses his cock into my ass and kisses my neck.
"Who says you have to choose?" Picking my favorite lemon cream donut, I turn in his arms and take a big bite, successfully leaving powdered sugar on my mouth. My body is on fire when he does. Slowly his tongue licks off the sugar, achingly slow. I am frozen. The feeling of him lapping at me has all kinds of dirty thoughts playing through my mind. Just as I am about to pull him against me, he pulls back smacking his lips.
"You're righ. Both are delicious," he says. With a smug look, he grabs his own donut and rounds the counter and grabs cream for his coffee. "So what are our plans for the day?"
Mmm, our plans - I like that. I love that he wants to spend another day with me. "Well, for one thing, you really need to get some food in this place." Looking in his fridge, it's beer and condiments. It is a wonder he isn't wasted away to nothing. "Unless there is a magic fridge fairy that comes and fills it."
"Oh, the fridge fairy is on strike. So I am afraid you're right. We will have to go get groceries."
Such a simple plan and our whole day was set. We got some food, took Maggie for a walk, watched part of a football game that neither of us paid attention to and talked. Normally I would shoot death glares at anyone that talked through a Packers game, but I made an exception. Especially when Jasper brought us new beers and completely ignored his spot on the couch and plopped down on my lap. All day he has been teasing me and touching me. Now I hope to get some pay off from this latest display. Taking my beer and his and setting them on the side table, I wrap my arms around his waist.
"Something wrong with your seat, Babe?" I love the feeling of his weight on me. I feel grounded when he is this close.
"Ya, you're not under me over there." Mmm, my boy knows all the right things to say. "Plus I am feeling a little frisky darlin' and I thought maybe you could help me out with that."
"Oh, I think I can handle that." In one swift move, I have him straddling my lap and pull his lips down to mine. The moment we are connected top to bottom I feel the energy, the electricity, the power that I had only ever felt with this beautiful man. Feeling him grinding against my cock and winding his fingers in my hair, I moaned into his mouth. He set a steady rhythm with his hips. I felt the desperation in every movement. We both knew our day would soon be cut short when he had to leave for dinner with his parents and we both wanted to make the most of our time together. As he pushed down onto me, I bucked my hips up to his and he broke the kiss. "Fuck!" We were both breathing hard. "Emmett, I need more. I need to feel your skin. I need . . ."
"Shhh, I know," I felt it too. I wish there was time to do everything. I wish we had time to stay in bed for hours, exploring each other. Instead, I lift his shirt off of him and then take off mine. Jasper is an amazing sight, straddling me in nothing but his strained jeans. His eyes were on fire as they took in my bare chest and he was looking at me like I was something to eat. I am - and he will soon. I run my thumbs over his nipples and watch them stiffen. He shudders and I lean forward and run my tongue over one. His fingers tighten in my hair and he smashes my face harder against his chest. So I open my mouth and latch on, pulling the bud into my mouth giving a strong suck on his skin as I circle my tongue around tip. I hear his breathing pick up even more and he starts a maddening grind into my throbbing cock.
"Oh god, Emmett, so fucking good." I have to agree. I move to his other nipple and give it the same treatment. He pushes down harder, FUCK! Moving up his chest and licking his collar bone leaving nips on his skin as I work my way up his neck, he keeps up the frantic rhythm on my cock. I can feel his cock pushing against my cock's tip and my stomach.
"Baby, I am about to cum in my jeans if we don't slow down."
His flushed face and puffy lips tell me everything he is feeling. "Then don't," and he attacks my mouth again. Flipping him over so I have him below me on the couch, I hold the sides of his face and break from the kiss. We can take this further or stop and there is no way I want to stop, but there is no way I want to take it too far. Blessed with a kinky mind, I take a risk and put my nimble fingers to his fly.
"Babe?" It is more desperate than I wanted to sound, but I am a humble man.
Jasper nods in understanding and I pop the five buttons that stand between me and the best meal of my life. As I part the soft, faded denim, I am greeted with the most glorious sight of a beautiful uncut aching hard cock surrounded by soft dark-blond curls.
As he pushes his jeans lower on his hips, I reach for my own button and zipper. He is big, I mean HUGE! I hope he likes what he sees as much as I do. Because at this very moment, I know there will be no other cock in my life that I want as much as his. Licking my lips and looking up from his lower half and into his eyes, I see him scanning up my body with an amazingly hungry look, he bites his lower lip and looks into my eyes with the same lust and I know I am done. This man has ended me for all others.
A/N: So? The rest is in the next chapter... do you want more? Emm's view might be a bit hotter.. just sayin... come on you know you want to give some love...
Also a rec this week is Guiding Eyes by Mrs. Agget. Search it, love it!
