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The Bookshop

Chapter Nine

BPOV

The next morning was a Saturday and we both had the day off. I woke up to the light in my eyes and I had to take a moment to get my bearings. I spent the night at Jasper's, I thought giddily. I had met him in town after work and we had immediately gone back to his place. His gramps had gone to Seattle for the weekend. Why I didn't know, but I also didn't care, so long as Jasper and I could be together. And be together we were. I was actually a little sore from how many times we went at it, but I could not be more happier than at that moment.

Jasper's arm was slung around my waist, loosely holding me to him. He looked so peaceful. His honey blond hair was a mess and I'm sure so was my own. Sex hair. My hands couldn't stay out of it when we were making love. He moaned a bit in his sleep and pulled me closer to him. I took that as my cue to snuggle deeper to him, entwining his legs between mine, winding my arms around him. He let out a contended sigh, and buried his face in my neck. I love this man, I thought. I fell back asleep like that, and it wasn't for another few hours that we both awoke. We made slow, passionate love, and collapsed into each other's arms again.

He brushed the hair from my eyes and we simply held eyes for a moment. I felt the electricity pass between us. It had not faded with time and instead had intensified. Love, lust, passion and tenderness passed between us at that moment. I stroked Jasper's cheek, and he leaned into my touch.

"Bella," he said softly. "I know this is probably too soon… but I can't hold back anymore. I love you."

I was speechless at a time when it's just not right to be. I stared back at him with a mix of shock and relief, or at least, I hoped that's what I looked like. He looked at me in fear. He thought I wasn't going to say it back. The man I loved had doubts about how I felt for him.

I smoothed my hand through his hair, looking deeply into his eyes. "Jasper, I love you so much it hurts." His worried face broke into the biggest smile I'd ever seen, and he whooped in joy. I giggled, and he silenced my laugh by dipping his head and meeting me with a kiss. Our tongues battled each other, fighting for dominance of the kiss. I let him win, and he swept his tongue into my mouth, making me moan. Our hands were wandering across each other's bodies, caressing and groping every inch. We came together, passionately, racing each other to orgasm. This wasn't going to take long, but that was more than alright. We needed each other, and now. We both shouted out in ecstasy, calling out the other's name, as we fell off the final edge together.

JPOV

She loves me! She loves me! She loves me! I felt triumphant. My girl loved me as I loved her. And, we had the Best. Sex. Ever. I was on cloud nine, and I didn't care if I ever came back down. Bella and I showered together, whispering our love to each other, but kept it chaste, for the most part. As chaste as it can be when you're washing your naked, wet girlfriend, that is.

We dressed and made it to the kitchen. Bella began making the eggs and waffles as I pulled out other various things from the fridge. She was singing softly, and I felt a surge of contentment. We were in a timeless moment, one I wanted to repeat over and over. I felt so… domestic. I imagined us making breakfast every morning, calling our kids down to eat… I shook the thought away, pleasant though it was. Definitely too soon to be thinking about kids. I went behind her, holding her to me, resting my chin on her shoulder.

"Baby… I love you." She hummed in pleasure. I began nibbling on her neck.

"I love you, too," she sighed, dropping the fork from her hands. I was distracting her from her task and I had never loved the idea of burnt breakfast until that moment. She tilted her head to give me better access to her throat. I took full advantage of the situation. Her hands now rested atop my arms, which were encircled around her waist, and she leaned back into me, sighing and gasping as I nipped and lapped at her skin.

"Jasper, we're really going to burn the breakfast if you keep at this, as much as I love it…"

"Let it burn," I growled. She bit her lip as she turned to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I cupped her ass, lifting her more fully to me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, bringing our centers together. I lifted her on top the counter, and began assaulting her mouth with mine again. I was just about to pull off her shorts when I heard a curious bark behind me. I groaned, and pulled away.

"Jake, go away!" Bella burst into laughter. "What?" I asked, puzzled. Bella kept laughing, burying her face in her hands. I was beginning to think she was having some sort of emotional breakdown when she looked up at me, tears running down her face. She looked happy. I was seriously confused now.

"My… my ex…. used to call my friend Jacob a dog. They hated each other!" Her sentence was punctuated with peals of laughter. I raised my eyebrows at her, both amused, and curious about the mention of an ex. I didn't think I was quite ready to have that conversation with her just yet. I grinned at her, sharing her amusement, then pulled away to Jake the dog. He probably needed to go out and have food. In my little Bella-infused world, I had forgotten I had a pet. Oops.

"Let's get breakfast finished," she said, sliding off the counter. She adjusted her shirt, pulling it tight across her chest inadvertently. I groaned. She rolled her eyes at me. "Keep it in your pants, Jazz… for now." She winked at me. I loved her nickname for me.

"Darlin', you just make things so hard for me, you know that?"

"Yes, I do," she said sexily. "I'm very glad about it, too." She was going to be the death of me, I was sure of it. I was about to "distract" her again, when the phone rang. It was Gramps, calling to say that he was coming home that evening from his conference. He was a retired history professor and loved to go to various historian conferences around the country. This time, he was just in Seattle, so he wouldn't take long to get home.

I hung up and looked at Bella. She was setting our plates down. I walked to her, nuzzling her neck, and she giggled. "Eat!" she playfully ordered.

We sat down to breakfast, and finally brought up the million dollar question. "Hey, Bella.

My gramps is coming home tonight… would you like to meet him?"

She smiled. "Of course, Jasper! I'd like to meet this guy and give him a hug… Without his birthday, we never would have met." I grinned and we finished our breakfast in comfortable silence.

After we had cleaned up from breakfast, I gave her the grand tour of the house, since all I'd really gotten a chance to show her was the bedroom… not that either of us had really minded. I took her into the living room. This room, more than any other, made me nervous to show her.

She slowly walked around the room, taking a look at our giant bookcases, filled with history books, mainly on the Confederacy. "Wow, impressive," she said, trailing her fingers across the bindings, looking at each title. "You really weren't kidding when you said you and your grandfather liked Johnny Reb." I smiled nervously. She was about to find the…

"Whoa, you've got guns! And medals! And pictures!" Bella had reached the large glass case near the center wall. She was leaning against the glass, gazing at the objects inside. They were the pride and joy of Gramps and mine… well, mainly Gramps, since they were his, but he had always made me feel like they also belonged to me when I was a boy.

"Aww, look at you!" Bella exclaimed, grasping a photo of me when I was seven, dressed proudly in my first official uniform in grey, complete with a mini rifle. Several of my teeth were missing as I grinned widely. "Jasper, you were too cute!" She dropped a quick kiss on my mouth. She turned back to the rest of the photos, occasionally commenting, when she finally found what I'd been afraid she'd find.

"Wow, is this where your uniform is from?" she asked, lifting the oak frame up from the glass case. "What is this?"

"That would be my unit," I said quietly.

"Your unit?" She looked puzzled. "Wait, do you do reenactments?!" She sounded really excited, a reaction I wasn't expecting. I had expected… amusement? Skepticism? In any case, I was relieved.

"Yeah. I'm the youngest major in the organization."

"Really??!! You're a leader… Wow. That's really… well, honestly, that's sexy as hell." She pulled me to her by the collar of my shirt.

"You really think so?"

"Oh, hell yeah. I can just picture you in your uniform, commanding people around the battlefield… so strong, so intelligent…" She shivered in my arms. "Oh God, Jasper…" She kissed me passionately. I suddenly regretted holding back this piece of information until now. If this was how she was going to react… I returned her kisses with equal enthusiasm. Soon, she was pulling me to the couch, and I tumbled on top of her eagerly. We christened the couch, and redressed quickly afterwards, just in case Gramps came back early.

"Wow," I said. "I should have told you about it sooner," I joked.

"And guess what? This means I can come to you to research for my book. You already know so much. And I know you're already going to be great inspiration for other aspects of it…" She trailed her fingers up my chest. I groaned.

"Woman, you are going to kill me."

"I'm sorry! Well, actually, I'm not sorry at all. You're just so sexy."

"So are you, darlin'. I'm having issues keeping my hands to myself."

"Then don't," she whispered huskily, the sound of her voice going straight to my cock. I groaned, helpless to do anything but give in to the magnetic pull I often felt when I was around her. We were kissing, she straddling my waist, slowly rotating her hips against mine, when we heard the lock on the front door being opened. We quickly pulled apart, straightening our clothes and smoothing down our hair, before I leapt up to help Gramps at the door, willing my erection to go away the entire way.

"Gramps, welcome home!" I said brightly, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. Just like I knew he would, he noticed Bella right away.

"Who's this?" he asked with a look of surprise on his face. "Might you be Jasper's friend Bella?"

She blushed slightly, then held out her hand for him to shake it. "His girlfriend Bella, actually." I felt a surge of pleasure and pride as she claimed our relationship, just as I had when she'd declared herself as my girlfriend in front of Emmett.

"Well now! That's more like it. Jasper's been a lovesick fool ever since he met you. I'm Peter, his grandfather, but please, call me Gramps," he said boisterously.

"Aww, honey, were you lovesick for me?" Bella asked sweetly, hugging me to her.

"'Fraid so," I said, grinning. Gramps looked at us approvingly, and then said,

"Help me with my bags, son. I'm an old man, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to chat up your girl for awhile."

"Yes, please tell me about Jasper when he was a kid."

"Ahh, yes, I do believe I have some naked pictures of him somewhere…. Although I'm sure you've already had an up-close view."

Bella flushed a deep red, and I felt my face split with a grin, while Gramps chuckled at our reactions.

"Just as I thought," he said, almost to himself. He led Bella to the couch, ignored the disarray of the cushions, and grabbed a photo album from one of the shelves nearby. They spent the rest of the afternoon sharing stories and laughing at naked baby photos of me. I joined them, cuddling Bella from behind, and felt her sink deeper and deeper into me as she relaxed. As we were fixing dinner later that evening, Bella and I kept stealing kisses when Gramps' back was turned.

"Peter… err… Gramps, I was wondering if you and Jasper would like to join my family in Forks for Thanksgiving next week," Bella queried during dinner. She was blushing, I could tell she was nervous asking.

"Of course!" said Gramps. He slapped me on the back. I looked at him in astonishment. He was never, and I repeat, never, this energetic. I'd have to question him about it later.

Gramps went to bed early, another sign to me that something was up. Gramps was a night owl, a lot like me. We spent a lot of evenings staying up and discussing my lessons for the next day at work. I didn't mind, though. I wanted more alone time with Bella.

"Can you spend the night again?" I whispered in her ear.

"I want to… but with your grandfather in the house…" She seemed worried.

"Don't worry," I said. "He'll take out his hearing aids to go to bed… and then we'll be golden." She moaned, and nodded her agreement to stay, kissing me deeply. I led her to my room, locking the door firmly behind us.