A/N: Thank you to Jasper's Darlin's for rec'ing my little story. I am amazed! Thanks for all the reviews. They are like candy… and I like candy. They're not like meat, though. Nope. I gave that up for Lent.
Don't own Twilight, but I do own pink, fuzzy slippers that I'm gonna wear on PJ Day at school.
Turning my back on Edward isn't as difficult an experience as I thought it would be. I have spent my life running toward him, only to stop when I've gotten close. Maybe I have always known, somewhere deep and hidden, that I was not meant for him - or he for me. I am very sure that Jas is not the reason I'm climbing into Em's Jeep and driving away from the boy who has owned me for so long, but I think he's making it easier. I don't know how; I just feel more at peace with him close to me. Ramped up and horny, sure, but calmer in my head, more certain of what I am feeling. And right now, I am feeling that I have taken a step in the right direction. It hurts, though. It really does.
"You ok?" he asks.
"Yeah. I'm fine," I tell him. We both know I'm not fine, but he gives me this one, simply sitting in the backseat with me, a hand on my knee. I am really going to have to cut out this dramatic whiny-baby-weakling shit right now if I want to have a chance with this man. I don't think he has a very high bullshit tolerance. Em drives us back to the Cullen house so I can pick up my truck. I need to take Jas home, but I also really need a shower and fresh clothes. I stink just like the rest of these smelly, hungover bitches.
We get to the house and file quietly out of the Jeep. It's been a long, strange night. Everyone grabs a bag or box or whatever, just trying to get the hard part over with. As I help Ali drag her shit onto the porch, I make a decision.
"Jas. I'm going to go home for a bit to freshen up before we head to Port Angeles. You ok with that?"
"Yeah, sure. Am I going with you? Will there be anyone there who will mind?"
"My parents are probably home, and my brother Seth. Nervous?"
"Bella, I don't think I've ever gone home with a girl to meet her parents. I met you two days ago. It's a little nerve racking, yeah," he says, running his hands through his hair and rubbing his face.
"Dude, my parents are old stoners. They'll probably just want to make sure you have enough condoms." I can't help but laugh just a little at the look of horror on his face. "Just ask Em if you don't believe me."
"She's right, J. Renee and Charlie will be cool with you. Seth will fucking hate you, but he's only fourteen, so you should be safe," Em tells him with that sparkle in his eyes that promises an opportunity for amusement.
"Don't be scared. I'll protect you," I say, ushering him to my rusty chariot. He's struggling with carrying my bags and his, and he doesn't really notice the truck until he moves to pitch our stuff into the bed.
"Protect me from what? The fiery, screeching death that waits for me if I get into this thing?" He looks a little disturbed by the thought.
"Don't hate the truck, Jasper, she's a classic!" And for some reason, all the rest of my friends burst out into loud, obnoxious laughter. No respect for an antique.
Rolling my eyes, I mumble, "Shut up." I head over to Ali and kiss her goodbye, making sure that Mike is watching. He loves that shit. Sneaking a peak at Jas, I notice he likes it, too. Filing that away for later use. Turning back to Ali, I see her clever little mind has taken notice of the fact that we have now added a very powerful weapon to our collective arsenal. Those guys are so fucked. We are not above using our power for personal gain, or world domination, whichever comes first.
With a quick hug for Mike, and a promise from Rose that we'll keep in touch, I'm down to my last goodbye here. Em opens his arms, and I can't stop myself from running into them. They're leaving today, going back to school, and the Cullen family will be spending time together. I won't see him again this trip. Port Angeles is close, I know; we were there last night and I'm going again in a little while. But I miss having him here with us like this all the time. It's just not the same; he has his own life there. Never mind how geographically close he is - it's a world apart. He squeezes me tightly; I think he misses being here, too.
"I love you, Em."
"I love you, too, Bells."
There's nothing else to say, and I climb into my truck.
"Hey, Badass, you man enough to ride in my truck?"
Jasper looks at my truck then looks at Em who can only shake his head. Sighing heavily, Jas gets into the passenger seat and attempts to shut the door.
"Slam it like you mean it, Jas," I tell him, not really meaning for it to come out so dirty. Really. Promise.
"This really runs?" he asks incredulously.
"I told you, Jake is a great mechanic."
"I have a new respect for him, that's for sure. Drive on, Bella."
As my baby roars to life, I point the hood in the direction home and take Jas to meet the rest of my family.
"Mom! Dad! You here?" I yell as we walk in the door. Jas is putting on a cool, calm face. It's cute, how nervous he is. His eyes widen as he listens to the sounds of chair legs scraping in the kitchen, then great booming barks bouncing off the walls in some sort of freakish acoustic trick seemingly designed to scare the hell out of him. Fiona reaches us first.
"Fi! I missed you, baby! Did you miss me?" I smooch and stroke and ruffle and hug my dog shamelessly. There are few things in the world I love more than her. She is my giant red baby.
"Thank fuck, Bella!" Jas says whisper-yells. "I was ready to run for my life. I thought it was gonna be a pit bull or Doberman or some shit. She's beautiful."
"Jas, this is Fiona Scarlett Crimson Doggy-Swan. Fi, this is Jasper. Shake," I command, making introductions. Jas extends his hand and shakes with Fiona. Good boy.
"Well, that's quite a name," he laughs, scratching Fi behind the ears. That really is his go-to spot, isn't it.
"I wanted to name her some variation of red, but when my Mom suggested Fiona I changed my mind. I insisted she hyphenate her last name, though. I was a feminist at seven," I explain, laughing at myself.
"Bells, that dog whines like you're dead every time you leave for more than a few hours. Thank God you're back. I was about to lock her out."
"Seth, dear brother, you do know that I would sooner have you sleeping all night in her dog house than her," I tell him, smiling sweetly and meaning every word.
Jas, on the other hand, is staring at my baby brother with his eyes wider than I'd seen yet. Did I forget to mention to him that Seth, at fourteen, is six feet two? With a swimmer's tight, long, powerful build? Yeah, maybe. He stands to his full height all of a sudden as does Seth when he finally locks eyes on him. So much testosterone in my life.
"Who are you?" he asks none too politely. I sigh.
"Seth, this is Jas. He's a friend of Em's." That'll help. Like most other guys I know, Seth idolizes Emmett Cullen.
"So? Why's he here?" Fucking hell, this is fun. It's nice to be loved and to feel protected, but I've reached my quota for the weekend, thanks.
"He was at the bonfire, and I'm taking him home."
"Where?" Ok, I'm getting tired of this.
"Port Angeles, Seth. Anything else?"
"Yeah. Why can't Em take him home? He's leaving today, right? I didn't even get to see him this time, by the way. Let him take Jack back home." Passive aggressive kid. He's good at it, though.
"Seth, his name is not Jack, it's -"
"Seth, call me J. I'm hangin' out with your sister today. She's takin' me home so we can do some shit in P.A. Cool?"
"No."
"What?" He's frustrating isn't he, Jas?
"No, it's not cool. But she's going to do it anyway, so whatever. Can I come? I'm bored as hell, and Jake will be a tired, cranky butthead all day."
"Not this time, Seth," I tell him before Jas can say whatever his face was telling me would not help Seth's attitude.
"Psh. I can't wait to drive," he complains as he walks upstairs. "There's food in the kitchen. Mom and Dad are still asleep. You better let them know you made it home before you leave again."
"Thanks. See you later."
"Be careful," he calls down.
"I will." I turn to look at J who has a kind of what next look on his face.
"Any more brothers - blood, adopted, honorary, or imaginary - waiting to beat the shit of me?" I reach out and touch that eyebrow that he's arched so sexily.
"Nope. Seth's the last one." Is that relief I see on his face? I chuckle. "Come on. You can wait in my room while I get ready."
"Your parents are home, Bella."
"I know." He follows me to my room. I wouldn't say reluctantly. Maybe apprehensively is the right word. He doesn't get it yet. We. Are. Not. Normal. He'll learn. I toss the tv remote at him before I slip into my bathroom. Get comfy. I'll be quick."
I see him pull his boots off as he stretches out on my bed. Fuck me, I like seeing him there. I close the door and strip quickly before allowing myself to relax under the very hot spray of my shower. It helps warm my bones. I hadn't realized how cold I'd gotten last night. Washing my hair and shaving my legs as fast as I can, I think about that gorgeous guy in my bed. I can't believe I've known him for such a short time. There's just something about him. Hr feels right. I'm pretty sure he's feeling it, too, since he has, in fact, given two motherfuckers hands on evidence of what a badass he really is, all in defense of my honor, or some shit like that.
Cutting off the water and stepping out of the shower onto the bath rug, I realize I have forgotten clothes. Uh, oh. Fortunately, I keep my fuzzy purple robe on a hook in here. After toweling off my hair, I open the door expecting to see sexy, damn it. But, no. Where is he? Going through my bedroom door into the hall proves to be kind of dangerous. Fi is barreling past me down the hallway into Seth's room like he has a cat wrapped in bacon in there. What is she after?
I follow behind her and see the unexpected. There's my sexy. And it's sitting on my brother's floor with a game controller in it's hands. His hands, I mean.
"What the hell?"
"Hey, Bells. Wanna watch? We're playing HALO," Seth says happily.
"Huh?" I'm so eloquent.
"We're killin' shit, Babe." He said Babe. Jas called me Babe. He so fucking did. Be cool.
And what is up with Fiona? She is snuggled up against his leg, head resting on her paws, looking up at me as if to say Can you blame me? No, Fi, I can't. But you are the only bitch I'll share with.
"Cool. Uh, Jas, did you want to shower before we go? I'm going to check in with my parents."
"Yeah,. Thanks. I'll get my bag out of the truck. Seth, rain check?" Jas asks him, putting his controller down and standing up. I think Fi is mad at me now.
"Ok, sure. Hey, have you ever played…" I leave Seth's room as he continues to talk to Jas about whatever game he's talking about. Video games: performing instant male bonding since the 1980s. Knocking on Mom and Dad's door, I get a quick answer and run in, jumping onto the bed between them.
"Good morning, Isabella," Mom says.
"Hmph, ugh," says Dad.
"Good morning to you!" I kiss them both on the cheek. Dad tries valiantly to open his eyes and form words.
"Have a good time, Bells?"
"Yeah, it was not boring, that's for sure, Dad."
"Oh? Spill, Bella." My mother is a gossip junkie, but it's ok. I'm her supplier.
"Well, Em brought a girl home. At first she hated me, but now we're friends. Edward was an ass, and now we're not friends. Paul showed up with Leah, and I hate them both. Jake and the guys got me a cake which they used to catch stuff on fire. And I met a guy. Jasper, but don't call him that. Call him J. He's in my shower getting defunked before I take him home. He lives in Port Angeles. That's about it." Whew. Not sure I took a breath. My father just stares. I mean, what can he say, really?
"Hmph. Are we meeting him this morning?"
"Next time, Charlie," my mother tells him. She is so not going to meet someone for the first time with bed head and crusty eyes. Not her style.
"Fine. Be careful, Bells. Call when you're on your way back."
"Ok. Love you both!"
"Love you, too!"
Stepping back into my room, I hear the water still running. Rifling through my dresser, trying to find something to wear that falls somewhere between not giving a shit and trying too hard, I don't notice the shower stop. I don't notice the bathroom door open. I don't notice Jas walk across the room. I DO notice him wrapping his arms around me from behind and nuzzling my neck through my still wet hair.
"You're so fuckin' sexy. Even standing here in this purple room in a furry bathrobe that makes you look like you're wearing a Muppet, you're gettin' me hard. We need to get out of here, Babe," he groans that last bit, grinding against me a little."
"I like that," I breathe, grinding back.
"What do you like?"
"I like you calling me Babe, and feeling your body close to me, and seeing your inked up arms wrapped tight around me. All that, I like all that." He hasn't even really tried anything yet, and I'm biting my lip and writhing against him. What is he doing to me? I lean back into him so he can keep doing it. I look up and catch my breath. I can see him in the mirror above the dresser in front of me, and he is breathtaking. Standing behind me in only a clean pair of jeans and that motherfucking lip ring, damp hair hanging in his face, he kisses my neck, open mouthed, tasting my skin. Jas looks up then, sees me looking at him, and bites. Oh. Fuck.
"I like all that, too." I can see the moment he loosens the hold on his control. I can feel it, too. He overloads my senses. He gives a low growl and traps me between himself and the dresser. Seemingly in all one movement, Jas reaches across my body to pull down one shoulder of my robe and attacks the exposed skin with his tongue; he works his other hand into the robe and palms my breast, massaging and pinching; he pushes his thigh between mine and grinds.
"Oh, God, Jas," I pant, trying to keep my breath. I want to keep watching, but letting my head fall back, I can't help but close my eyes and just feel. He feels so good. His hands are everywhere now, running down my ribs, my belly.
Suddenly, he backs up only enough to spin me around to face him and claims my mouth as his own. My hands go straight for his hair and pull. His left hand is bunched in my hair pulling my head back, his right hand pushing up the robe as he travels up my thigh to my ass. My leg responds and wraps around him, and he pushes me back against the dresser again. The sound of the dresser banging into the wall seems to bring him back to an awareness of our location.
"Bella, if we don't get dressed and leave right fuckin' now, I'm gonna fuck you while your parents and brother listen. Shit, Babe."
"Ok, Ok. Move. Go get dressed. In the bathroom. Go. Fuck, you're so hot, Badass." He kisses me once more then goes to dress. I give up looking for the perfect outfit, pulling out random stuff, and just thank my good luck that I hadn't put any underwear on yet - I'd have to change them. Damn. If he's that good before he's even touched my… I'll probably die by orgasm when he.. Fuck yeah, he's getting laid today.
He comes out of the bathroom wearing those fuck awesome jeans and some other stuff, too. I rush into the bathroom, throw my hair in clip, smear on some eyeliner, and I rush back out. Jas grabs his bag in one hand and my hand in the other and leads me to my truck.
"Can I drive this thing today?" He seems a little scared of the truck.
"Sure. Think you can handle it?" I tease.
"I'm not worried about handling the truck, Bella," he smirks. "You, on the other hand, are going to be the death of me."
"But you'll die smiling, Jasper," I breathe into his ear, bite his bottom lip, and give him the keys. Climbing in the passenger side, I notice it takes him a moment to catch up. Yeah, I did that.
He takes it easy on my truck at first, testing it out.
"I can't believe it drives as well as it does. Is Jake gonna be a mechanic when he leaves school?"
"He wants to play football, NFL, but Dad is trying to convince him to have a back up plan."
"Well, he'll never have any trouble getting a job workin' on cars if the NFL doesn't call. He's worked a miracle here."
"Don't hate the truck, Jas," I tell him, exasperated.
"I don't hate the truck, Babe. It's amazing, like you."
"Aw, you say the sweetest things." He grabs my hand, and I scoot closer to him.
We ride with only the radio for noise for a good while. So when he takes a sudden turn onto a well hidden road, I'm a little surprised.
"Where are we going?"
This is a little access road leading to a little pond, a fishing hole, really, surrounded by trees and completely private, Interested in taking a look?" He cuts his eyes sideways at me, a small lop-sided grin on his face.
"Oh, hell, yes."
"Thought so."
We get to the end of the road, which does indeed result in a lovely little pond surrounded by evergreens. I don't care. As soon as Jas shuts the engine off, we lunge for each other. In less than five seconds, I find my self on my back on the bench seat, Jasper's mouth on mine, his tongue probing, pushing. His hands positioning us, one on my ass, one on the door handle for stability. My hands pulling his shirt over his head. Must get him naked. All I can hear are his groans and my breath hissing through my nose; I'm trying so hard to gain enough air without breaking our kiss. It doesn't work, and I have to turn my head a little to get him to let my lips go.
"Jas, no stopping this time, baby."
"The only way this stops now, Bella, is if you tell me to." And just to drive home his point, he gives a little thrust that brings out a grunt of need from me.
With his shirt off, I can run my fingers over his strong chest, placing kisses over his collar bones. We're sitting up to make the removal of my long-sleeved t-shirt and bra easier. As Jas moves to take a breast into his mouth, the other in his hand, I reach down to undo the buttons of his jeans. Button fly jeans are a gift to horny girls like me. These are now my favorite jeans ever. I'm gonna frame them. But first I need to get them off of him.
"Take your pants off, Jas," I gasp, pushing him against the back of the seat. "Do you have something?" Please, oh please, let him have a condom.
"Yeah, I do, Don't worry. Thank fuck you wore a skirt. I almost couldn't drive thinking about that fuckin' skirt." He reaches under that skirt and pulls off my panties, pushing the skirt down after them. Releasing me for just a moment he removes jeans and boxer briefs, and frees the guest of honor of this party. Holy shit. A dick is not a pretty thing; they're not cute. Wrinkly, staring at you. This one, though, is damn fine. And I want it. And though there seems to be enough to go around, I want it all for myself.
"Nice," I tell him, taking the condom from him and rolling it on for him.
"Thanks," he smirks, as I settle on his lap, my legs straddling him. "You are pretty fuckin' amazing yourself." I'm kissing him again, attacking him with teeth and tongue, when he reaches between us and slips in a finger. Then another.
"Oh, Jas."
"Shit, Babe, you're so ready."
Raising up a little so he knows to move his hand, I position my self in just the right place. I take him in hand and pump once, twice, then guide him home. Lowering slowly, I feel us both exhale as I thread my finger through his hair.
"Fuck, Bella. So good." His hands find my ass again, squeezing, caressing.
"Oh, shit." I cannot form coherent thought. I can, however, move my body, and that I do. I set a steady pace, Jas helping me with his hands. He meets each stroke, raising his hips. This is not slow and easy, sweet and romantic. This is not making love, people. This is straight up fucking, and it feels so damn good.
Sooner than I'd like, but after a longer time than I thought we'd last, I feel the pressure building low in my belly. My breath coming in shorter gasps, my movements less controlled. Jas is in much the same situation. Recapturing my lips, he moves us, me on my back again, him above me. I wrap my legs around him, and he thrusts with desperation. The truck is rocking, he's sweating, and I'm gonna be sore tomorrow.
Looking me in the eyes, he pleads, "Come on, Bella. I'm almost there." Sweaty hair falling on his brow, he looks so good.
"Me, too. So close." He runs his arm under my back and lifts me just enough to increase the friction exactly where it's needed, and-
"Jas! Oh!" Yeah, that did it for me. Damn fireworks. All I can do is ride it out. I'm vaguely aware of Jasper groaning my name and calling on a deity.
After a minute or two spent tangled up in each other, catching our breath and regaining the ability to move, we separate and begin pulling ourselves together.
"That was amazing, Jas."
He kisses me and says, "Fucking hell, babe, that was worth being cock blocked for two days."
I can only laugh. "Yeah, I really made you work for it. Made you wait two whole days."
"Yeah, but it was a long two days, Bella." He removes the condom and tosses it out the window.
"Really?" I ask as I pass him a travel package of baby wipes.
"Where would you rather I put it? Your purse? And where did the baby wipes come from?"
"Be prepared, Jas. It's not just for Boy Scouts."
We laugh, kiss, dress, and head for Port Angeles. It's been a good day, so far.
A/N: Nervous about this one….