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Realidades Torcidas
A/N: After this chapter, we are all caught up! I hope you enjoy it!This story is written as a collaboration by both Xo Bella Italiana oX and XxJasper'sAngelxX, but was adopted from PuzzlingApprentice. If you have any questions or comments, post them in my reviews and I will answer them in my next Author's Note! We hope that you enjoy the story and look forward to hearing your thoughts. – B
Chapter 8: Fun
(Jasper's POV)
While we sat there on Bella's bed, her small body fitting perfectly and snugly against my own, I could still feel those sparks vibrating over my skin that occurred every time we touched. I knew she felt them, too. My larger form seemed to engulf hers, but she radiated contentment and lust. Always lust; something we had in common. But there was something else, too. Relief. She seemed to be feeling that a lot since we had been alone together this week. I didn't mind, it was a positive emotion that I was comfortable being drowned in.
I nuzzled my face into her hair, deeply breathing in her rich, addictive, floral scent. It had the power to both calm me and make me want to take her right there on her bed. I resisted, however, knowing that if she didn't want me downstairs with her dad, that she wouldn't want him walking in on us when we were in a . . . compromising position.
"Relief?" I finally questioned, my lips brushing against her skin and making her shiver against me.
She snuggled closer and placed her face in the crook of my neck. "When we're not touching, there's a small ache in my chest. It's constant and slightly painful, but not incapacitating." She kissed my neck lightly, and it was getting even harder to concentrate on the subject at hand. Her father's down stairs, her father's down stairs, her father's down stairs! I chanted in my head, trying to keep the fucker in my jeans from splitting the damn thing's at the seam. But I had sensed her slight reluctance to answer me, and I didn't like it. I understood this one, however. I had no need to ask. Being a human surrounded by vampires gives you enough weaknesses. She viewed this as a weakness and hated to have it revealed. She did expose it to me, though. And it made me feel better that she understood that if there was anyone, it was me that she could trust.
"It's the matin' pull," I explained quietly. "I feel it too. Sorry Darlin', but there's nothing I can do 'bout this one." I hated that that was true. She chuckled lightly, surprising me that she found that amusing.
"You can't save me from everything, Jay." She paused and looked into my eyes. I could feel them darkening slowly, I knew she could see my lust shining in them and my hardened member pressed firmly against her leg. "Besides, you're worth a little pain."
I saw a wicked glint spark in her beautiful brown eyes, and suddenly lusty anticipation filled me. She leaned in, her eyes closing, until her lips were only a whisper away from mine. I closed the gap; my hands gripping her hips and pulling us flush chest to chest. My very prominent erection rubbed against her sweet smelling core.
Absolutely mouthwatering and utterly thought devouring.
She moaned into my mouth, and I couldn't help but to buck against her. Her pants were quickly turning to gasps. Our tongues were whirling and sliding between each other's lips; both of us getting a taste of what we craved so desperately, as she gyrated against me.
I turned our bodies, sitting her against the headboard and looking over her form. I reached towards her and grabbed the material of the clothing she wore. I managed to get the pants off in one piece, but everything else was out of luck. Mine soon followed, but I took a little more time to shed them. I didn't want to have to run down to my truck nude in order to grab clothes and change.
Finally I was able to focus back in on the beauty in front of me. Her glistening folds taunted me, and I couldn't have kept myself in place I had tried; which I didn't. I crawled up to her slowly, my hands lightly caressing her completely exposed skin with each inch I moved. I simply couldn't get enough of her delicate and intensely hot skin pressed close to mine.
I reached her womanhood, it seemed to have been an ungodly long trek to my destination; yet, I had enjoyed every second. As I stared down at her— at her arousal that was slowly dripping down her thighs, a few drops sliding on to her bed— I took a deep breath. Her scent assaulted me, making my already throbbing cock pulse even more painfully.
But there was another scent, barely noticeable behind her striking perfume. It was at least two weeks old and therefore very faint, but I recognized it. My lust filled brain, however, turned my thought process hazy, and not sensing any kind of threat, I decided that it could wait. After all, there were much more pressing matters at hand.
As I leaned in, I heard her release a shuddering breath. Anticipation, need, adoration, excitement, desire, love, and the most strong at that second— lust.
"Please, Jasper," Bella whimpered. I obeyed, allowing my tongue to dance along her moist folds. Her hips bucked against me, and I knew we wouldn't have much time for fun. I pressed my tongue more firmly against her, slipping through her lips and to her succulent center.
"You have to stay quiet, Isabella." I whispered, hating that our surroundings were going to have to hinder her cries of ecstasy. It took her a moment to regain her bearings, and then she nodded her head in desperate understanding.
I refused to rush this. I placed her legs over my shoulders and then slowly traveled my mouth up to her clit, loving how her sweet nectar coated my taste buds. They used to only thirst for blood, it had been my addiction— my drug. This, however, was like switching from marijuana to heroin— yet the high was more euphoric, and somehow not deadly or dangerous. It was obvious which I was more dependent on, which I had stronger cravings for.
My Bella.
My tongue circled her slowly, sometimes I allowed myself to dabble more forcefully over her sensitive nub. Her quiet cries and moans were killing me. He whimpers and pleas making me weak. My eyes concentrated on her white teeth nibbling her bottom lip in hope of muffling her blissful sounds, her face flushed with the pleasure I was giving her.
I allowed her emotions to flood me completely. The amounts of lust, desire, and pleasure she was throwing off overcame me, forcing me to palm my dick. I squeezed slightly— my mind's eye imagining Bella's hand instead of my own— and growled at the sensation. My mouth was still working on her, and the combination of Bella's emotions, taste, and my own hand against my cock was making me feel crazy with pleasure.
I reflected my emotions back at her, so she felt them as I felt hers— I was careful to keep them within the room— and heard her gasp.
I squeezed with more force, spreading the bead of moisture around my head, and then pumped slowly. Bella withered and her legs started barely noticeable tremors. I closed my lips around the little bundle of nerves and then sucked before nibbling it lightly. A low moan left her lips before she could muffle it, but it was low enough not to alert Charlie.
I watched as one of her hands tangled with the comforter, the other entwining within my golden locks. She was holding me closely to her, but she needn't worry. Nothing could have stopped me in that moment. The delicious tugging on my scalp made me groan, my movements on both her and myself quickening in pace and intensity.
I drug my tongue down towards her entrance, allowing my free hand to take place on her clit. My tongue entered her, and I finally got to taste her directly from her source. Bella's hips started to buck rapidly; trying to reach the much needed release my actions were promising. My tongue caressed her inner walls, licking at her sweet spot and as deeply as I could reach.
I felt as she clenched around my tongue, her muscles contracting as they readied themselves to cum. I felt my balls tighten, my resounding moan vibrating straight to her core. I moved my hand faster along my shaft, from base to head. I used my tongue to plunge in and out of her in mimic of the act of sex as my hips bucked into my hand of their own accord.
"Cum, Isabella." I murmured, feeling her lust skyrocket at the sound of my voice.
I was moving faster than she could probably comprehend, but when her gasping breaths caught, he walls clenched around my tongue and held me captive as she rode out her orgasm. My hand didn't slow its ministrations, causing her to convulse violently beneath me. Her emotions sent me over the edge, making me shudder in pure, undiluted pleasure as my cum shot from me in long spurts on to her bear thighs; feeling hot as fire as it left me.
I crawled up the rest of her body, and pulling her lips into a passionate kiss when I reached them; knowing full well that she could taste her own juices. I felt her lust being to rise again, and mine was following suit.
We both whimpered slightly from the loss of contact when I forced myself to pull away. My restraint was not that good, and if we continued I knew that we would not remain quiet, and the Chief would hear.
(Bella's POV)
I sighed as I stood up, knowing that we needed to leave anyway. I had been up here for a while. It was a wonder that Charlie hadn't noticed the noise, wouldn't he notice that it should have only took five minutes to find any clothing I needed? However, I was happy for his ignorance. I kissed Jasper again as I made my way past him, towards the bathroom, needing to clean up.
After taking care of myself, I sneaked back to my room and was grateful to still be unnoticed by my father. I went in to my room, and saw that Jasper was no longer there. Probably in the truck, I assumed.
I brushed my hair before I pulled the sweats back on, then grabbed a brown tank top and threw it on, knowing I wouldn't be cold in Texas. I quickly grabbed some clothes and put them in a bag, before making my way down the stairs.
As I walked down the steps, I saw Charlie. He seemed surprised to see me, looking pointedly between me and the door. "What are you doing in here, Bells?" He asked; the shock as evident on his voice as his face.
"What are you talking about?"
"I heard the door open and shut about five minutes ago, I thought you were already gone." He answered, still trying to understand.
"Well, you are getting up there in age . . . maybe the hearing's going early?" He glared at me for a second, but I could see the hilarity in his eyes so I knew I was forgiven. I felt some foreign humor dancing along my emotions, strong enough to catch my attention, but not strong enough to overpower what I felt naturally. I was already aware that this was Jasper's way of communicating, so I pushed some frustration his way in response.
When I came out of my thoughts, I realized that Charlie wanted a real explanation and thought up a quick lie that wouldn't get me in to trouble. "It was probably just Alice, coming to see what was taking me so long." I grumbled before kissing his cheek and walking out the door with a mumbled "See you, soon."
I opened the door to the enormous truck, and Jay reached over to pull me up. As soon as I was situated I turned to him, "Really, you couldn't just leave through the window and save me from that?" I asked with a pointed glance towards the door to my house.
He just shrugged and laughed, I knew he had enjoyed me struggling to get past my father unscathed.
From Forks, Washington to Houston, Texas was a 2,518 mile drive by car; taking the average person about forty hours to complete by driving sixty miles per hour. Of course, this was Jasper driving and we certainly were not going that low of a speed. Try doubling it, and now your close. He was going about one-twenty or faster as often as he could. Yet, I didn't feel scared like I did when Edward drove. In fact, I felt content, if a little exhilarated and slightly lusty.
Of course, the last part may have something to do with Jay keeping his hand at rest on my upper thigh.
We were five hours in, and at the pace we were driving, I knew it could only be about fifteen more— if that. We kept a comfortable silence mostly so far, other than a few stray comments and singing along to music when a good station was available. It was getting dark by now, seven o'clock actually. I wasn't too tired so I sat comfortably in the passenger seat.
As I thought back through the day, my curiosity began growing as it did so often lately.
"Darlin', just ask whatever's buggin' ya." He finally told me, and I knew my emotions were probably assaulting him.
"Okay," I paused, searching for the most pressing question. "So, the Cullen's don't know your true identity; but how, when you were living with a mind reader and a seer?" My curiosity and anticipation started to grow even more rapidly as I awaited his response.
"Peter knew that Alice was goin' to be comin' for me while I was in Philadelphia, so he had me prepare. I learned how to hide my thoughts behind random observations or just keep my mind totally blank. When it came to evadin' Alice, I had much more trouble. The only way to keep her at bay was to not make any decisions, to simply let things happen. Or, I could use only my instincts. But, that was much more dangerous, 'cause my instincts were always so strong." He paused, before adding, "Of course, just bein' around ya completely blocks her out, ever since your shield got stronger."
I nodded, they had told me that now, not only did I block Edward, but Alice too. I was also impressed by Peter's gift being so effective. I knew that this was the best time to get my answers, so I asked what came to mind.
"Okay, so that makes sense," I amended, "but, your eyes . . . they're red because you still sometimes drink from humans, right?" I questioned, and watched intently as Jasper ran a hand through his perfectly tousled hair and nodded. "Well, how didn't they realize that you were still drinking from humans? Hell, how didn't the Pack realize that?"
"A part of bein' the Major is being devious." He chuckled, "I never let anyone go huntin' with me, and I always made sure that I would have one human and then at least three animals to cover most of the red. I got the family to believe that my eyes were simply stained after one hundred years of keeping a natural diet, so they didn't question it much. Of course, I could always feel their disgust. And the Pack doesn't know 'cause I am able to move fast enough that I could get far enough out of the way for them not to even become aware of the human's death in the time it took for the rest of the family to go on a regular hunting trip." He looked completely away from the road, but the speed never dropped.
"Okay," I was doing my best to take everything in stride, I didn't feel any disgust, but I knew he could feel the effect the loss of human life had on my emotions.
"Darlin', I know what you're feelin' and why, but ya shouldn't." I couldn't keep from giving him an incredulous look.
Why the hell shouldn't I feel bad for them? At least the last sight they saw was beautiful . . .
"Bella; Peter, Char, and I are very careful about whose lives we end. We take care not to kill any innocents; mainly they are drug dealers, rapists, murderers, or people who are so sick that they're in more pain by stayin' alive." He answered my unspoken curiosity, and I sighed in relief.
"I don't understand how Carlisle or any of the others could look down on you for that, when really every time you took one life, you were probably saving many others." I whispered, feeling disgust for the first time in Jay's presence; and it wasn't towards him.
"The Cullen's certainly have a different way of looking at things," he established.
"Well obviously you have the best control out of the most of them," I grumbled, still agitated. "Now that you're back with your family, are you going back to an all human diet?" I questioned curiously, and he smiled slightly when he noticed that it was tainted by no darker emotions.
"Yes, I am." He nodded.
"Okay," I agreed, actually proud that he was keeping such creeps off the streets.
We started asking each other every question that came to mind. Learning each other's favorite colors, my favorite food and Jasper's from when he was still human. I found out that when he was human he had two younger sisters and that his father had died in the war before he had entered. He was the man of the house and had to take care of the farm, so when he left his mother and sisters were left in charge. That was one of the reasons that he had hated Maria so strongly, because he was forced to leave his family to fend for themselves permanently.
He actually had a fairly extensive memory of his human life; he remembered tossing the bales of hay and swimming in the creek. He remembered watching his mother knit their clothing and going outside to read when books were available. He remembered racing his horse against his sister even though they were both supposed to be doing their chores. He remembered his father yelling at him for instances like that, and remembered being praised by both of his parents when he was able to do something successfully.
He told me about being able to recall memories, but never being able to remember exactly what they looked like.
I told him about my life in Phoenix, about my friends and my mother. I told him about Renee's parents and how they both died only years after moving out to Arizona. I told him about how she put me through ballet and didn't let me quit for years because it kept me out of her hair while she was working. I told him how I had to take care of her, how I had to be the one to make sure the bills were paid and that she got to the doctors when she was ill.
I told him about how happy I was when she found love in Phil, because it meant that there was someone else to take of her. I told him about why I didn't want to come to live in Forks, but how happy I was when I realized that I no longer had to be my own parent's parental figure. I explained how Charlie and I got along so well because I only had to look after myself and because he knew he could trust me to do so.
It was more than the long winded Q&A that I had had with Edward. It wasn't simply asking a question and getting a one sentence answer. We recounted stories and he understood things that no one else ever could, because of both our mating bond and his empathic ability.
We had to pull over at a gas station so I took advantage and went to the bathroom and grabbed a meal. When I got back to the truck, we continued our autobiographies. I couldn't help but to think that his was so much more interesting than mine, but he never let me feel that way because he didn't act even slightly bored.
When I looked at the time, I saw it was one in the morning. We only had about nine more hours of driving and so I allowed myself to drift to sleep as I cuddled in to Jasper's side while he drove.
I awoke to the feeling of the truck coming to a stop. I grumbled a little as I finally sat back up straight and heard Jasper chuckle; probably at my grogginess. I looked out the window, and I couldn't tell right away what time it was. I took a sip from my water bottle and looked at the clock, surprised to see I had slept through the rest of the car ride.
The ten o'clock sky didn't look like the happy, sunny Texas atmosphere I had been expecting. It was actually overcast, just dark enough for Jay to be able to go outside without his skin shimmering. But, of course, the time wasn't actually ten; it was noon due to the time change.
Despite the sky looking bleak, my mood was at a high. We had finally made it! I took in my actual surroundings as I settled more comfortably into my seat, seeing that we were at another gas station.
"How much longer until we reach the Whitlock home?" I questioned curiously, knowing we couldn't be far.
"Only a few more miles, Darlin'; the place is secluded from the human population." He told me as he pulled up to one of the pumps. "Wanna get out and stretch your legs?"
I smiled brightly at him. The truck was deliciously roomy, but that didn't keep my legs from aching from lack of movement. He took that as a yes, even though in my mind, it was more of a hell yes! I watched as he hopped gracefully to the ground and walked over to get my door at human pace. I loved how he was such a gentleman.
Jasper pulled my door open and helped me down, before pulling me into his arms. "Welcome to Texas, Darlin'" He grinned at me.
I sent him my enthusiasm and leaned up on my toes in order to kiss his cheek. As I pulled away, there was a light breeze and Jasper's back stiffened, preparing himself almost the same way he had against Riley and Victoria. But this was different, because soon after a large smiled graced his face.
He leaned down, placing his lips to my ear. "Peter's here, but he doesn't know we are." He told me, and I couldn't hold back the smirk that turned up the corners of my lips.
"I want to have a little fun," I whispered back so quietly that no human would have been able to understand me had their ear been pressed to my lips.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, probably feeling the sudden amusement and mischief overcoming my emotions.
It took some silent persuasion, but I knew I would get what I wanted. He trusted his brother not to kill me— even without a proper introduction— but more than that, he trusted his instincts. I knew that if Jasper sensed that I was in danger, he would save me.
I winked at him as I started to make my way towards the entrance of the little convenience store that was attached to the gas station. When I came in I noticed a small draft and watched as Jay silently glided down wind, making sure that his scent wouldn't alert his brother to his appearance.
There were only about four aisles, so I started at the right and made my way to the left. I looked down the aisles, not knowing what Peter looked like, but I had an idea of what to look for. I could always see Jasper out of the corner of my eye; he was being extremely careful but humoring me by not allowing even a chance of Peter seeing him.
The third aisle, a tall man with short blonde hair and cowboy boots standing in front of the lighters; I stopped there. I recognized the irony, watching a man who can only be killed by fire about to buy a lighter. Couldn't hurt to mess with him a little, could it? I wondered.
And then the realization of what he would need with a lighter, since obviously vampires do not smoke. I didn't want to think of the possibility that he still had the need to use it on others, I honestly hated the thought that my future brother was still in that type of danger. So, I decided to assume that it was only precaution.
I walked closer, being sure to keep a normal pace as not to alert him of my knowledge. When I was finally right at his side, looking at the lighters with him, I allowed my eyes to wander to the mysterious man next to me. He was a few inches shorter than Jay, probably about 6'2" and looked almost as powerful. If I looked closely, the fluorescent lights allowed me to see the slight upraised skin from his scars but it was still hard to be sure without touch.
Then, he looked down at me. I was surprised for only a moment to see the mud brown eyes before I realized that he couldn't just walk around with crimson ones. I picked up a blue lighter and walked about three feet away before turning sharply back towards him.
"Too bad brown contacts can't hide the pale skin or the inhuman beauty." I whispered so low that no human could hear me, but Jasper and Peter would be able to. I felt the foreign humor bump against my consciousness and I knew that Jasper found my little prank funny. I was almost waiting for the unsuspecting vampire to crack.
I watched his back stiffen and only heard the light hiss because I knew what to listen for. He turned quickly, but was careful to keep up his human facade. However, I was already looking elsewhere, at the rags and car soap. I could feel his curious eyes on me and decided to push just a little farther.
"Good thing I'm not a murderer or a rapist or I could be in some serious shit." I couldn't keep the snicker out of my voice and I finally turned to face him head on.
I looked more closely into Peter's mud colored eyes, trying to see if he knew who I was; searching for any sing of recognition. I was already aware that he knew of my existence, or at least knew that Jasper had found his mate. But would a gift that was described simply as 'knowing shit' actually allow him to know it was me?
He was staring into my eyes as intently as I was his. It was obvious that he sensed something, something strong enough to keep him from trying to kill me in this empty aisle when he knew I was aware of his secret. So his gift wasn't all talk . . .
That's when I saw it, that flicker— that gleam in his eyes that told me he knew. A shit eating grin spread across his lips and I couldn't help but to chuckle at his expression.
"Well there's the face of a man who just knows shit," I winked at him.
"Nice to finally meet ya, Sweet Pea."
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