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Aerialla.
Chapter Ten - Passion
Song - Red Strokes by Garth Brooks
Janine's address led me to a quiet neighborhood of older, well-maintained cottages. I pulled into her driveway and turned off the engine. Hanging baskets and pots of fall mums graced the small porch. The little white cottage would have looked perfect tucked away in Cape Cod.
A soft whimper came from Janine's lips and her face contorted in pain. Her long fingers balled into fists and fear engulfed the car. She was having a nightmare. Getting out of the car, I hurried to the other side and had it open before the driver's side door closed. Gently I took Janine into my arms, cradling her to my chest and sending waves of peace to her. Her hands relaxed and she leaned into me. The scent of her hit my nose, warm vanilla and the copper tang of blood.
A small moan escaped her throat as I lifted her from the car. The chances were good that bruising had formed from the attempted bank heist. Her small throaty sound hit more than just my ears. That tiny moan, whether in pain or not, hit parts of my libido that I dared not mull on. It had been damn near close to a century since I'd been this close to a female human. That time had resulted in the young woman's death. I didn't plan to see Janine ending that way, enticing vanilla scent or not.
"Janine, darlin' where is your key?" Softly I stroked one finger down her silken cheek hoping to wake her just enough for a reply.
Her eyes never opened but her mouth formed and whispered the words. "In my purse, in my office." Again she snuggled into me. The simple gesture of trust was too warm and inviting.
"Do you have a hidden key?" With each step to her door her warmth became more inviting and my tongue began salivating for tastes other than blood.
"No." The answer I received was not the one I wanted. Janine's soft lips mouthed that one word hot and moist against my neck had me close to stumbling. It would be easy, too easy to give in to the feelings that were rising in more than one part of my anatomy. I knew it was wrong to want her, but I did and it had nothing to do with blood and everything to do with the luscious body in my arms.
"Is there any way to get in your house without breaking in, and if I have to, do you have an alarm?" Carefully, I set her down in a rattan chair flanking the doorway. If she spent any more time in my willing arms there would be more than just my blood rising to the occasion.
"No, and no alarm." Goose bumps grew on her skin in the chilling night air as if my lack of heat had kept her warm.
Checking her door lock, I was glad to see that she had put money into a good brand. It meant that I would be either able to pick it or Janine was going to have to deal with a broken window. Gently I ran a quick hand through her tousled hair and pulled out a hairpin, glad when she didn't protest. It took me a few tries but I was able to unlatch the door.
The house was dark except for night-lights, not that it mattered with my vision. I was able to find a table lamp quickly and went back for Janine. Her body was shivering, and I could tell by her now open eyes that the painkillers were starting to grab hold of her. After getting her settled in bed I would leave, and then check on her in the morning.
From what I could tell the house decor was in modern, simple lines in tones of cream and browns. Like her office, it was tidy, yet did not seem lived-in somehow, probably because of spending most of her life on-the-job. Janine fit snugly into my arms as I carried her up the stairs. With the toe of my boot, I pushed one door open and then another until I found her bedroom. There was more color here with splashes of blues and greens adding to the bland palette.
I set her on the bed, and then turned on a blessedly dim nightstand lamp. A picture caught my eye, a wedding photo. It was of Janine and an unknown man. She looked at the picture. Her cheeks were wet with newly fallen tears.
"Kevin was my husband. He died last year in an armed robbery. He went out to get me some ice-cream at the store and was shot in the cross fire. I miss him more every day. I'm thanking him right now for sending you or I would have wound up like him." She kicked off her heels and crossed to me, placing one shaking, warm hand on my cheek. "My guardian angel." The painkillers the EMT gave her must have been having some effect, because in the blink of an eye I was drowning in warm, soft lips and the honey taste of her tongue.
Lust grabbed ahold of me and I wrapped my arms around her waist, giving into the hot, wet mouth and frantic hands that branded me with fire along my cool skin. Hot wetness traveled from my lips down my jaw, licking and sucking, exploding lust hit me behind the eyes and for a moment I saw stars. My cock rose hard in record time, straining against my jeans and aching for release. Unlike Edward, I did not have the self-control of a monk. I knew this was a bad idea and after this night there would be a special place in hell for me. The longing and lust from both of us became too much to bear.
Capturing her lovely mouth with my own, I was careful to keep her away from my venom filled teeth. One hand reached underneath her skirt caressing a silk-encased thigh and my cock pulsed in agony as I felt the snaps and fragile lace of a garter belt. My right hand began working the zipper down on her dress until it pooled at her feet where she kicked it away and ran her fingers under my sweater, pulling it up and over my head. She growled in frustration, her torment being the row of buttons on my shirt. Grabbing her hands away, I looked at her delectable form in the soft light. Her chest was blushing and heaving in excitement while encased in the sexiest black corset I had ever laid eyes on. Ripe, perfect breasts strained to break free from their enclosure.
I felt the final pieces of my resolve and conscience melt away. Taking both sides of the shirt in my hands I ripped the buttons from their holes and sent them flying about the room before yanking the T-shirt off my head and behind me. Janine's eyes were wide with excitement and I grabbed her around the waist and carefully tackled her to the king-sized bed. The first contact with my cool skin had her bucking against me until the fire of her desire relished the difference between her smoldering heat and my icy chill. Long legs encased me around the waist and I bent my head to lave at the peaks of breast that had venom washing down my throat.
Damn, the woman even tasted of vanilla - warm and oh, too sweet. A small part of me urged me on to sample the dessert on the menu, but I pushed it away and began working at the small hooks and eyes down the front of the corset. Soon, warm breasts were flowing free as the sexy corset flew through the air to lay with the other discarded clothing.
Standing, I quickly shed my boots, socks and belt, taking the time to undo my jeans, and the goddess that lay before my sight panted for air and squirmed in anticipation on the bed. She was clad only in the garter belt, stockings and a pair of flimsy, lace panties, her skin was flush with arousal and the musk of her scent had me gasping for unneeded air. Hair once pinned up proper this morning was now around her shoulders in an umber cloud of lightly curled tresses. Two white teeth were gently biting red, kiss swollen lips and her hands clutched at the quilt, restless and hungry.
Quickly I discarded the jeans and crawled my way between her legs, which wrapped their heavenly lengths around me as I bent and drew one dusty, brown nipple into my mouth. Carefully, I laved and sucked at it with my tongue, my hand caressed the other, squeezing and drawing the nipple into a hard bud. Janine had wrapped her hands in my hair and was pressing the hot, agonizingly wet core of her into me. I yearned to bury myself in her heat but held off to give her the most pleasure.
Slowly, I began kissing down the valley of her breasts and the smooth plane of her stomach, stopping long enough to dip my tongue in her belly button and suckle until she groaned low in her chest. The juncture between her thighs strained against me. Sweet honey was soaking the lace of her panties. With a quick tug I pulled them free, baring the secret place of hers to my view. I left the stockings on, they were too much of a seduction to think of discarding.
Starting from her ankles I ran my hands up her legs in minute measures until she was thrashing on the bed. My lips placed gentle, featherlight kisses along the inner heaven of her thighs. Gradually, I worked my way in until my cool breath was blowing on her hot, pulsating core and making her scream. Her body was a gushing waterfall, and I was dying of thirst. Bending my head I flicked her opening slowly with my cool tongue and watched as she squirmed. Gradually, I picked up speed while still being languid. When I knew she couldn't take it anymore, in agonizing slowness, I slid my tongue inside, holding her hips when she thrust off the bed. With one finger I started slowly circling her clit until she was grasping the bed for purchase and all but screaming in ecstasy. Taking my tongue away I replaced it with one finger gently working into her before adding another. Bucking wildly against me, I knew that she was getting close. Higher my fingers climbed, searching until I curved them in and up hitting the spot that had her screaming my name. Pressing I began pumping my fingers slowly in and out keeping in contact with the sweet spot that was sending her thrashing on the bed. Gone were nonessential words of speech and she screamed, clutching the sheets in her hands. Her inside wrapped tightly around my fingers, squeezing them as I worked them in and out. In a flash, my mouth and tongue replaced my fingers just in time to send her over the edge into sweet, screaming oblivion.
Just as she was coming down, I pulled her toward me and onto my rock hard, icy length moaning when the fire of her threatened to burn me alive. She was so hot, so tight and wet that it was all I could do to hang on. Wrapping her legs around me I pulled her body close as I began thrusting in deliberate, full strokes. Lifting her body, I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her breasts to my chest, and attacked her mouth in fervor, her taste still on my tongue. Groans were heavy in her chest as she strove to have ever more of me inside her. The scorching burn of her was heaven and I could feel my own release coming closer every time her breasts slid up and down my chest in time with my thrusts. With her legs locked securely around me, I felt the build up in her again and started slamming my way home, careful not to get past human speed, which was sweet agony. The orgasm hit her with explosive force, and she pressed herself onto me hard, clinging to my shoulders as she tightened around me causing blinding friction.
The word screamed from her beautiful lips, and I found myself crashing in undulating curtains of lust and sex. One word, my name, came screaming into the confines of the room. "Jasper!" I was flying and with a final thrust buried myself to the hilt and in that instance saw heaven.
Minutes turned to hours and we laid entwined on her bed. For a long time we talked about life, loves, hobbies and anything to make the moment last a little longer. Every so often, Janine, would look at the picture of her husband and tell me a memory that was special to her heart. I found myself caring about her more than I had wanted to. There were not romantic illusions coming from her other than contentment and comfort. When she finally opened her heart, I could feel the seeping loneliness that she tried so hard to hide. Like me, she wasn't looking for anything lasting. It was good just to find a friend.
When her stomach grumbled, I got up, pulled on my jeans and handed her my T-shirt before ushering her down the stairs and toward the kitchen. Sitting her at the small table, I lit a few candles while letting her talk about her childhood in Minnesota. Whisking eggs together, I made her a quick cheese omelet, and then cleaned the dishes while she ate. It was comforting to be able to do something for someone when they didn't expect it. The whole time I waited for the unavoidable question.
"Where do you see this going Jasper?" I was drying her dishes and set them aside.
"Why don't you tell me where you want this to go, sweetheart?" I leaned against the counter and was glad for the low lighting so that she couldn't see the myriad scars that scattered across my body.
She came up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, leaning her head on my chest. "I'm not sure I'm ready for any romantic relationship. I like you, and even though I've barely known you for a day yet, for some reason I feel that you're the first real friend I have had in a long time. I'm usually too busy to socialize, and what friends I could have made are long gone. Crap, what I'm trying to say is that despite my ravishing of you earlier, I just want to be a friend. Does that sound stupid?" Janine looked me in the eyes and smiled inside, hoping she wasn't making a fool of herself and that I wouldn't be angry.
"I could use a friend right now myself, but it depends on if you plan on ravishing me again any time soon." I let one hand roam down her delicious body and let her playfully hit me in the chest. Light danced in her eyes and for the first time, I heard her laugh.
"I've never had a friend with benefits." Carefully she reached into my jeans and stroked me back to life. Then she took off laughing and running up the stairs, chanting at me to come and find her.
I stood there letting her get a head start and then reality dawned bright on me. Not once so far the entire night had I craved blood. Specifically, I had not craved Janine's blood. And somehow along the way I also made a friend. Why suddenly did I not crave blood? The answer came to me with the taste of spice, Bella. There was something in her blood that fixed the broken part of me. It made me want to call Carlisle and discuss the revelation even though I knew that he would scoff at such a notion. Just thinking of Bella made me yearn to see her, if even from afar, and to breathe in the scent of sunshine and lavender.
"Jasper, come and find me." The voice sang to me from upstairs, bringing happiness and laughter. Bella could wait until I could control myself with her blood specifically, with the way that only hers was affecting me. Right now, in this moment, I had an incredible woman that not only was a tiger in bed, but needed and wanted me as a friend. I could not deny her either.
In an instant I was up the stairs and finding my prey in a closet. Grabbing her by the waist, I hauled her over my shoulder and while tickling her ribs I made my way back to her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me. Tossing her safely on the bed, I prepared to ravish her for the rest of the night at least.
Chapter End Notes:
Author's Note: Now I know what a lot of you are thinking, Jasper and another character OMG! Trust me Jasper will be with Bella but Janine is going to be an integral part of Jasper's life. I think he needs a support system that does not consist entirely of Cullens. I'm sorry to those of you who may not like Janine but she does have her place in Jasper's life, at least in my story. P.S. Give her a chance and hopefully you will not be disappointed in the end results.
Aerialla.