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So, I told some people that a plot twist was going to be in this chapter, but it's not. Sorry. It'll be in the NEXT chapter though, I promise!!! :D Sorry guys. I unintentionally lied to you, which is strange because at the time I thought I was telling the truth . . .
Funny how that works out.
Jasper Whitlock
Emmett had to go.
From the moment I awoke that morning, later than usual given the fact that I had been fatigued the night before, I knew that we had to do something with him. Frankly, I was surprised he was still in the backseat when I glanced back. Why hadn't he so much as tried to escape? Why had he simply continued to stay with us? He'd had more than enough chances to get away, and yet he hadn't taken them.
Why?
When I woke, Bella was curled in my lap, her eyes closed with slumber and her head tilted up as if she had fallen to sleep watching my face. If it would have been anyone else, I would have been pissed that she hadn't did as I said and watched Emmett. But he hadn't done anything and we were all uninjured. Dark circles hung beneath her closed eyelids like dark crescent moons, the color of smeared blueberry juice. Her skin was slightly paler than usual, the sight worrying me. Was it only from malnutrition? We had never had fruits or vegetables when we lived with Father, and now our diet was even worse – consisting of cheeseburgers and crackers or tuna sometimes. And all this stress wasn't helping either.
I stared out the window at the lightening sky with my arms around my sister, her small warm body pressed tightly to mine. What would we do with Emmett? If we simply let him go, there was a strong chance that he would confide to the police everything we had said. They would know everything about us, including where we were headed. But, when I thought about taking his life, something inside me tightened. No, I could not kill Emmett. I would not kill Emmett.
The only people I had ever hurt were filthy, cruel, disgraceful sons of bitches. Father, Demetri, Malcolm Worth – the man we had stolen the Porsche from – and then Mike at the group home. They all deserved each and everything that they got.
Emmett, however, was among the kindest, most innocent men I had ever met. Everything in him bespoke of compassion and honesty, and hurting him would be an infinitely worse sin than killing Father or anyone else. No, I wouldn't hurt him. But I would, however, get rid of him. We couldn't keep him along forever . . . eventually he had to go.
And I knew just the way.
Stroking Bella's soft hair back from her face, I gazed down at her lips, wondering how she would respond if I pressed my mouth to them. Only once in my life had I felt her kiss. Only once. And I found that I craved it now; I craved it desperately.
"Jasper?" she murmured, her eyes fluttering open as she woke. Her brown eyes were dazed and unclear, filled with confusion. Then the orbs settled on me and she smiled. "Jasper. I've had such terrible nightmares," she whispered. "About Father and . . . and what will happen to us if we are caught."
"Everything will turn out fine," I answered. She didn't answer, instead she simply looked into the backseat to where Emmett lay. I was thankful that she didn't ask how it would turn out alright because I didn't have an answer to that.
Taking a deep breath, I knew what had to be done. I gently pushed Bella into her seat, and I took my revolver into my right hand, reaching into the back. I pressed the barrel of the revolver into Emmett's shoulder hard enough to wake him. "Wake up, Emmett," I said, trying to steel my voice. I didn't know how Bella would take this and I could only hope that she would understand.
I was doing this to protect both of us, to keep any threat well away from us.
For a split moment, I imagined how easy it would be to simply pull the trigger and lodge a bullet into his scalp. That would end all our uncertainty. But, again, I shook that thought away. Emmett had done nothing but help us. The least we could do was to give him his freedom and his life.
"What's going on?" was his drowsy reply. His eyes fluttered open, sleep clinging to his eyelashes. I gritted my teeth, my jaw tightening in preparation. Emmett's eyes moved down to the revolver that was pressed into his shoulder, widening in realization.
"It's time for you to leave," I said.
"What?" Bella demanded, moving her hand to my arm.
I ignored her, hating myself as I did it. I knew that getting rid of Emmett would hurt Bella – I knew that yet our safety was more important than companionship. I knew it would hurt her; I could only hope that she'd understand.
"You will not tell anyone where we are going or where we have been," I said slowly to Emmett, staring into his eyes solemnly. "You will not endanger us in any way by going to the police or telling anyone you have seen us. No one. Understood?"
The silence stretched taut and haggard between us. My hand on the gun shook slightly before I tightened my fingers to steady it. I hated being so callous. I hated kicking out the only friend we'd had during this fucked-up trip, if you could call a hostage a friend. Emmett's eyes were serious with understanding as he stared at me, nodding slightly only once in acknowledgement. In that moment, I felt for the first time that I truly had an ally. He knew what I was asking and understood.
"I will do what I think is best," he answered.
"No, you will do as I say," I disagreed, my voice harsh.
"Jasper, I won't turn you in to the police. You must know that. I will do what I think is best."
For a long moment, my eyes held with him. I wanted so badly to read his mind, to know what he was thinking. Looking at him, it was hard to believe that he could ever do anything to endanger us.
And so, I pulled the revolver away from Emmett. "You are free to leave," I replied. "Just know that if you do anything to harm Bella and I, that I will track you down."
"I have no doubt."
And then he was gone.
The door to Emmett's car was open and closed in less than a second, the backseat now as vacant as an open coffin with no corpse. Emmett stood outside the car for a mere moment, and then turned and began walking away from the Mississippi River, towards the town that we had passed miles away.
"He's gone," Bella stated evenly.
"Yes," I murmured, turning back around in my seat so that I faced the windshield. "Do you understand why it had to be done?"
She turned to me, her eyes simply resigned. "Yes, I do."
"I'm sorry, Bella, but it was just too dangerous to keep him around."
"I know."
xXx
Bella was turning the dial on the radio when we heard it. The hours had passed slowly as we crossed more state lines into Louisiana and she had decided to turn on the radio. As she moved through the different stations, I heard our names.
". . . Jasper and Isabella Whitlock were spotted only a . . ."
And she turned it.
"Wait!" I grabbed her hand quickly. "Turn that back. Didn't you hear that?"
"Yeah, hold on." Bella bit her lip and turned the round dial back to the station. The familiar male voice was once again in the speakers.
". . . The two were seen at a convenience store near Blairsville, Georgia yesterday afternoon. The witness whose name has not been disclosed stated that they appeared to be at ease in the gas station. When asked why he didn't immediately call the police, the witness said that he was afraid that the two murderers would somehow know. The police are searching the convenience store for anything that could be used as a clue to their current whereabouts. The hidden camera film that was mounted in the store is also being examined. The police assure us that the two will be apprehended as soon as possible. And now, onto other news, the Cash For – "
I abruptly hit the button to turn the radio off, silencing anything the reporter had to say. "Shit," I swore vehemently, hitting my palm hard against the steering wheel. "What the hell are we going to do now? They've seen us!"
"I don't know," she replied helplessly. "Maybe we could just go somewhere and live in the woods or something until things calm down. Or we could always go to Mexico as we said before." I could tell how hard it was for her to lighten the mood. "I hope you enjoy tacos, Jasper."
I tried to smile at her attempt but I couldn't.
So I forced myself to acknowledge the unthinkable.
"Bella, what if I turned myself in? I would tell them that all of this was my idea and that I forced you to come. Or I could even say that you were . . . dead, that I had done something . . ."
Her warm hand was firm on my shoulder, the fingers tight over my shirt. "Jasper, no. You are not taking all the blame. If you go, I go." She stared hard into my eyes, showing more strength than I had ever seen from her. "I will not allow us to be separated in any way, shape, or fashion. Okay? So stop being stupid," she added.
I smiled faintly. "You're right. I'm being stupid." My voice was pathetically bleak.
"Pull over," she ordered.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
I pulled off the small two-lane road we were on and into the lush grass beside the asphalt. When I put the car into park and turned to Bella, she climbed over the middle consol and crawled into my lap, straddling my legs with her back towards the steering wheel. Her eyebrows were furrowed in determination and Bella's beautiful face was full of what almost seemed to be anger. She cupped my face softly, staring hard into my eyes.
"Jasper, stop it. I hate it when you get this way. Our situation is not hopeless so I wish you would stop acting like it is. Remember Mexico? That is our option. So that means that we're going to have to get across the border somehow without passports. Maybe we can hide in the trunk of a car. They never check people going from the United States to Mexico, only the other way around. Or at least I don't think they do." Her thumb stroked my cheek softly. "We're going to Mexico, okay? They will never find us there."
How could I have never seen the quiet strength that Bella kept hidden inside herself? How could I have overlooked such a thing as that? Of course I knew she was stubborn, but that was different. My sister was so much more than what she seemed – an overgrown shrub that contained a blossoming rose at its center.
With her gentle hands against my skin, I realized just how much I needed her, just how empty I would feel without her near me. Those days in which we were separated and she had been sent to the group home were the worst in my memory. I forced myself to eat and drink. Sleep had come all too easy and it was so difficult to get up in the morning. Life without my Bella was the worse Hell I could ever imagine. I would do anything to keep us together – steal, lie, cheat, or kill. I would do it if it meant keeping both of us alive and together.
And then the atmosphere began to change.
Our eyes held so long that I forgot to breathe. Bella's hands began to shake slightly against my jaw, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly. Slowly I turned my face so that my lips pressed softly into her palm. I heard her small intake of air, like an infant's first breath, and I slipped my tongue through my lips so that it touched her skin.
"Jasper," she whispered, her eyes suddenly doe-like.
"Mexico it is then," I murmured into her skin, taking both her wrists in my hands, bringing her palms to my waist. Leaning forward, I slid my lips over her neck, sucking as my hands moved over her stomach and up towards her breasts.
I remembered that night in the hotel room when I had taken her for the first time. Oh fuck, I needed her again. My hands grew earnest on her skin and I bit her neck softly, licking afterward to take away the sting.
"Bella," I whispered, my voice husky from desire. "Bella, I want you. Please . . ." My hand brushed against her breast and she arched into me, moaning softly.
"Yes," she murmured, her hands tightening in my hair.
Gritting my teeth, I clenched my eyes shut in an attempt to get myself under control. My cock was achingly hard, my balls screaming for her. Bella was like heroin – one taste and there was nothing I could do to stop from wanting, needing, more. I took a deep breath and forced my hands to move away from the soft satin of her skin.
"I – " I began unsuccessfully. "Bella, I can't be gentle," I managed, my voice hoarse. Opening my eyes, I looked up at her. "I can't."
Her large dark eyes stared knowingly into me. "I don't want gentle."
Those four simple words sent such a spike of lust through me that I groaned deeply, my hips lifting subconsciously. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Not waiting for her to react, I roughly pulled her shirt over her head and then her bra, my hands so frantic that I almost ripped the fabric. I was animalistic in my need. Almost as if I had been starved of water for a week and was now crawling towards an oasis, desperately needing to drink my fill. As if every pore of my skin was screaming to be satisfied, to be quenched of this overpowering, frantic thirst. This was my need. And I had to slake it.
Bella's hands brought my shirt over my head, her nails scraping softly over my skin. She leaned forward and kissed the center of my chest, her soft lips pressing ever so lightly to my flesh. I growled, gritting my teeth and pressing her covered ass into my lap, grinding against my cock.
She gasped and arched, leaning back heavily against the steering wheel.
"Fuck, you are glorious," I whispered in awe as I looked at her there, bare to the waist. How could any earthbound female be so utterly flawless?
"Please, oh please, don't stop," she begged, her hands frantically unbuttoning my jeans.
She was just as desperate as I was, just as needful. The knowledge sent me into a frenzy.
Unbuttoning her pants, I moved her legs so that I could pull them off quickly, the jean fabric falling to the floorboard. Our movements were so rough and quick, only seeking the fastest way for our bodies to be pressed together without hindrance. Then we were both naked and my cock was pulsing hard.
"Oh hell," I cursed when she shifted on my lap, her pussy grazing my dick. My lips descended onto her breast and a long deep moan left her lips. Rolling my tongue around her left nipple, I allowed my teeth to scrape her skin almost violently. Her nails scratched down my back as her chest heaved under my mouth. I realized vaguely that we were marking each other, branding one another possessively. She was mine and I was hers.
I ran my hand down her sweating body to her soaking, dripping pussy, and she cried out weakly. Grazing my fingers lightly over her wet sex, I had to stop myself from leaning down to suck her dry. I pinched her nub roughly between my thumb and forefinger, and rolled. Bella's eyes rolled back in her head and she stiffened. As my right hand continued its teasing and torturing of her lower region, I used my left hand to massage her backside. Never once did my eyes waver from her dark chocolate ones. I lightly traced her folds with my index finger, knowing exactly how it excited her. I wanted to watch her as she arched in please And finally, I feasted my eyes on her hot, aching core.
Without warning, I thrust two fingers sharply into her.
She gasped, unable to withhold it, before quickly back a groan. Her hips bucked up to meet my hand, as if she was trying to create friction from my now still hand. But I stopped.
"I want you to be still, Bella," I said. "Tonight, I am going to possess you. You are mine and no one else's."
She closed her eyes and waited for me to continue. But my hand stayed still, pressing into her clit.
"Say it, Bella. Tell me who you belong to," I ordered, my voice low and smooth.
"I'm yours," she said breathlessly. "I belong to you."
"Can anyone else make you scream for their cock like I can?"
"No."
So quickly that she didn't have time to react, I began to pump her so fast I could sense that she almost came immediately. I angled my hand so that it hit a new spot and she moaned, her hands grasping desperately at something to hold onto. Her hands finally found my shoulders and she began to move her hips with my hand, gasping in rhythm with her movements. I licked a line up from her collarbone to her ear before softly biting the lobe.
I wanted to work her to a state of such excitement that she would scream for me. I wanted to hear her scream so badly that I could focus on nothing else than that. Her breathing accelerated and she cried out, about to cum. And I stopped. She growled in frustration as I removed my hand from her pussy that was shrieking for release. It was almost cruel to bring her this far and simply leave her when she was so close.
But I had so much I wanted to do to her. It wasn't over yet.
"Jasper, please!" she gasped.
"Beg me, Bella. Beg me to fuck your lights out."
She barely managed to open her eyes enough to watch me bring my hand up to lick the spilt juices from the digits. She tasted heavenly, sweet and intoxicating. She moaned loudly, shutting her eyes again. "Jasper, please fuck me. Oh shit, I can't stand it anymore. Please! Fuck the shit out of me."
How could I ever resist such a tempting proposal as that? The condom was easy to fix onto my aching member. I lifted her up, positioning her over my titanium-hard cock, the tip brushing her pussy delicately. Then I simply dropped her onto me.
Oh.
Shit.
She cried out loudly, her back bending. I groaned deeply, the sound reverberating low in my chest. My entrance wasn't smooth. In fact, it was so rough it should have been painful. But it was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. Instantly the pain was transferred to pleasure through some glitch in my nervous system. Everything that was supposed to hurt only increased the ecstasy building within me, threatening to break loose. I had never had sex while sitting down so how was I to know that the angle of penetration was so much . . . deeper? I was touching places inside her I had never dreamed of.
My hands lifted her up by her waist once more before I dropped her again onto me.
"So tight," I groaned, my teeth gritting and my hips bucking up. "So wet and hot." I continued to lift her and drop her onto me, impaling her delicious pussy onto my throbbing dick. I could feel Bella's wetness around my cock, smoothing our movements. But I wanted the roughness, I wanted that pain that was pleasure. I needed it.
I reached down and rubbed her bundle of nerves as she moved above me, her hips moving in a jerky rhythm. She gasped in shock, her muscles tensing and clenching around my dick.
Her body began moving at an almost brutal pace as rode me. I thrust up into her, slamming my dick into her core up to the hilt, my balls tensing as I prepared for release.
She came so hard that her body shook violently and she bit down on my shoulder to keep from screaming. With a force that was almost painful, I came inside her, my chest shuddering from the release. My hands tightened on her waist so much that I was almost afraid it would leave bruises.
For a long moment we were both still, coming down from the high of ecstasy.
Abruptly, I pulled her into the backseat.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, surprised.
"You didn't think I was finished yet, did you? Oh no, little sister, I have much more I want to do to you."
And then I pressed her back onto the backseat and spread her legs, lowering my lips to her cunt.
Cliffhanger! Sorry guys about this cliffie. BUT I have good news! There will be a plot twist in the next chapter (normally I wouldn't tell people this but I made a mistake in review replies last time, I'm sorry).
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