A/N

Thank you for reading and reviewing.

Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight-related. I borrowed a few ideas and quotes from Twilight and Breaking Dawn – part 1 for this chapter.

My thanks go to the wonderful and talented maryhell AKA Taylin Clavelli. My pre-reader, beta, but more importantly mentor.

Here's an exotic chapter for you. Enjoy!

…oOo…

...oOo... Death is not the end ...oOo...

Chapter 19

Rose and Emmett went hunting with Jay while I had a serious talk with Carlisle. I dreaded it was only a matter of time before Jasper would inquire after facts about Rose's actual transformation and whether he'd be able to go through the same change. Of course, I wanted nothing more. Having him as my true mate would fulfill my deepest wish. However, Carlisle and I hadn't found any written evidence confirming the possibility of such a change. Carlisle told me he would need blood samples from Jasper and Jay in order for him to continue his lab research. Until Jasper popped the question, I wouldn't press him.

"By the way… I have something for you and Jasper." Carlisle handed me an envelope. I opened the neatly folded piece of paper and smiled when I read the contents. "I thought you could use some intimate time. Since Emmett brought the plane back, you'll be able to use it. If you depart around midnight, you'll arrive in Rio after sunset given the time difference. Jay can stay in the private bedroom, and none of the staff will know you have a four-legged passenger on board. He does have a passport right?"

"Yes. Thanks, Carlisle. This is perfect." I hugged him and already felt elated. Six nights with the love of my life on an exotic island, all by ourselves. No one to disturb us, no reason to wear clothes… albeit. A loud banging on our front door unpleasantly interrupted my filthy thoughts. Carlisle looked alerted. Naturally, we hardly received visitors. Emmett and Rose had a key, and we'd have heard Chief Swans police car advancing. Therefore, the visitor could only be one of three: a lost hiker, a nomad vampire or a member of the wolf pack.

When we approached the front door the indisputable stench of wet dog, met our nostrils. Carlisle took a deep, unnecessary breath. Of the three choices, a Quileute was the preferred option.

"Hello, Sam." Carlisle greeted the fierce looking bartender and pack leader in front of us. At least he had the decency to wear clothes after his shift; I thought when I sized him up.

"Who's Blondie and the Hulk?" Sam barked and made his way through the door, into our hallway. Puzzled, he looked around.

"What did you expect? Coffins, dungeons, and moats?" I hissed.

"I… never mind. Who's the couple I saw hunting with Jasper?"

"Oh, that would be Rose and Emmett, my family," Carlisle, calmly replied. "I can't wait 'till they hear what you called them." He smiled. I already knew what Rose would think. It wasn't pretty.

"Do they know you and I have a truce?"

"Of course they do. They have been away for a while, but they've hunted in the forest multiple times, without breaking the truce. Not once."

"Can you inform Jasper that I'd like to see him tonight?" Sam confronted me.

"Well, that might be a problem. We're going away for a while. Tonight. Can I give him a message?"

Sam gave me an assessing look. "Jesus! You're not… you're not turning him into one of you, are you?"

"No. We're not sure such a transformation is even possible. Nevertheless, it would be Jasper's choice – not yours," I snarled. I could feel the venom pool inside my mouth. He'd better leave before I lost control.

"Don't forget – we'll be watching you. All of you. Tell Jasper I came by." Sam slammed the door on his way out.

"I must say he's courageous. Coming here all by himself."

"Stubborn and stupid, more likely," I contradicted.

"Edward, Sam is Jasper's friend. The two of you have to get along on some level. Jasper needs to have his old family as well as his new one. Whether you like it or not, he is four-legged half the time."

"I know," I sighed. Carlisle was right.

…oOo…

"It's a gift from Carlisle and Esme," I said when I told Jasper about the generous offer that same evening.

Jasper smiled and chewed the inside of his cheek in excitement and curiosity. "How do we handle the logistics? I mean it is a fourteen-hour flight, am I right?"

"We're taking the private jet. If we leave around midnight, you'll board and embark the plane on two legs. There's a private bedroom at the rear end of the plane. I'll inform the staff you´re sleeping during the flight. I've already packed the necessaries. You just need to gather your personal belongings."

"Midnight you say?" A wicked smile lightened his beautiful face. "That gives us enough time to…"

"No, not really. We're flying ahead of time. However, it'll give us four extra hours on the way back. Plenty of time to join the Mile High Club then," I smiled.

…oOo…

Before we left for the airport, Jasper called Sam. Reassuring him, we were only going on vacation. "Edward, I need to spend some time with my old friends when we return," Jasper stated after the call and I nodded acceptingly.

Rose reluctantly released her newfound brother, and they all wished us a happy vacation when they saw us off.

On the way to Port Angeles, where the plane awaited us, Jasper stayed quite most of the time.

"Are you having cold feet?" I asked, hoping he wasn't regretting our impulsive trip.

"No mine are toasty warm." He leaned sideways and kissed my check. "I'm excited, that's all."

Still, I pondered if Sam had made him question the unexpected turn his life was taking him.

…oOo…

Jasper looked animated when we drove through the narrow streets of Rio in the rented car. Colorful buildings, exotic fragrances, foreign language and rhythms bombarded our senses.

"Remember I told you I'd take you on a proper date once I got better? Well how about here, how about right now?" Jasper sent me a lopsided smile and even though I was eager to make love to him on the soft sand of Isle Esme's shores, he easily persuaded me to make a stop. The boat that would take us to the island was private, so we weren't on a schedule, and we had almost eleven hours until sunrise.

I found an alley and parked the car. The warm, humid night breeze gently caressed my skin the second I exited the air-conditioned BMW. Jasper seemed to welcome the heated air as well. He discarded the jacket that had kept him warm in the cooler car, and the snug V-neck t-shirt and faded jeans made him look sexy.

I hadn't been to Rio since the nineties, and the city had obviously changed. "There used to be a gay-friendly bar not far from here. Let's see if it's still there," I encouraged the all-consuming Jasper. His cheeks looked flushed, his eyes sparkled and he had a mischievous smile on his luscious pink lips.

"Sure," he replied as he took my hand. It was the first time we were out together as a couple. The first time I was out with a partner – my mate; it made me deliriously happy.

We found 'Juan's' where I remembered. The hand painted wooden sign above the door was replaced with a blinking neon one and the slow Bossa Nova rhythms with pulsing samba beats. The music from the bar was loud enough for people to dance in the little square across the narrow street. A couple was about to leave, and Jasper shanghaied their table while I went to the crowded bar for drinks.

Upon my return, I remarked, "I assure you, it is plain whiskey." The two umbrella-decorated glasses made Jasper laugh and question my sanity. We savored the golden liquor and some minutes later, a waiter arrived with a tropical fruit salad for Jasper. Desserts weren't really on their menu, but I compelled the bartender to use some fruits intended for daiquiris to prepare his evening meal. Jasper ate the salad and praised the delicious flavored fruit.

I watched him while he made an impact on the sun-ripened portion. He frequently pushed a large strawberry aside. Frustrated, I wondered if he was allergic to the delicately looking berry. I needed to make a list of his likes and dislikes and question him about allergies and intolerances as soon as possible. I had lost my train of thought for a second while picturing all the horrendous dangers in Jasper's everyday life - when he suddenly placed his warm hand over mine.

"Sorry," I smiled and noticed he had finished the salad - save the strawberry. I also observed the pulsing samba beat was replaced by the erotic rhythms of Bossa nova. Before I managed to ask him about his possible allergy to the no-longer-appealing-looking berry in his bowl, he beat me to it.

"I just want to try one thing." Jasper moved closer and took the single strawberry from where it rested. "Stay very still… Don't move," he continued and placed the ripe berry between his lips. All my alarms were immediately activated. However, Jasper seemed relaxed, kindled even, as he rested his palms on my thighs and slowly approached me. When his intentions dawned on me, I angled my head and widened my lips to encompass the offered fruit. The sweet juice moistened our joined lips. The strawberry wasn't dangerous, but delicious. Together we squeezed the soft tissue and the rich berry only added to his addictive flavor, as I knew it did with Champagne. Jasper delved his tongue into my mouth to retrieve the crushed fruit before I could swallow. I moaned at the loss… I had just had my first strawberry flavored kiss. One in many, I decided.

"I wasn't completely honest before," Jasper sulked when we parted. A lovely shade of crimson tinted his moist lips.

"What?" I nearly jumped my seat.

"There is one more thing I'd like to try. Dance with me."

I loved music. Music was my life and only joy until I found Jasper. Still… dancing? Even though my walk was described as gracious, I had two left feet when rhythm was involved. Jasper, already standing, tempted me with his swaying hips. Jesus! I rose from my comfortable, safe chair, placed my hands on said hips and followed him to the provisional dance floor. He turned me around, pressed his warm body against me. Guiding me. I could feel his rapid heartbeat against my shoulder blades and his hot breath on my collar. I surrendered to the music and rested my head on his shoulder while he snaked an arm around my torso. His warm fingers traced a sliver of bare skin underneath my snug t-shirt while he pressed me closer to his chest. Alienated, we swayed to the exotic rhythms for a song or two. The sudden yearning to see him, to kiss him, induced me to turn around.

Jasper smiled, and his hooded eyes closed the instant I smashed my lips to his. His arms wrapped around me, pulled me closer while he played with the hair at my nape. My hands rested in the waistband of his low-slung jeans. I could feel the swelling of his groin through the denim as I plunged my tongue into his warm mouth. The close intimacy and erotic movements spurred me on; I strained my pants and the desire to have him tortured me. "I have a terrible desire to undress you. To lick you. Tease you. To hear you moan my name when I make sweet, slow love to you… over and over."

"Let's go. Right now," he panted against my neck and took a deep breath as to steady himself. Hand in hand, we left 'Juan's' to the sound of whistling and cheering from an entertained audience.

…oOo…

It was close to midnight when we parked the car next to the pier. The drive had been challenging as Jasper continuously distracted me with kisses, caresses and promises of what to come. The boat attendant wasn't too keen when he saw his midnight customers arrive hand in hand. Nevertheless, the boat was pre-paid and rented for a week. With loath and discriminating thoughts, he entrusted me the keys. Back in the old days, he would have ended as fishing bait.

Jasper boarded the boat, and I handed him our duffel bags. We were traveling light and only brought the essentials: trunks, jeans, t-shirts, boxers, toiletries, and lube. Jasper brought a book and his laptop as well. I planned to bring those two items back - unused.

I started the boat, and soon we'd left the pulsating and illuminated Rio behind us. The fresh salty sea air was welcoming after the incident with the homophobic boat attendant, and when I felt Jasper's arms wrapped around me, I relaxed. The breeze played with his soft curls, and they tickled my cheek.

As we approached the coastline of Isle Esme, I laughed. A road of torches sparkled along the beach and the house was already lit. Undoubtedly, Esme had announced our late arrival to the supervisor.

"Welcome to Isle Esme." I turned the engine off and let the boat glide toward the private pier.

"This isn't real," Jasper chuckled as he watched the scenery in front of him. "This kind of stuff doesn't exist."

"It does in my world!" I chortled.

Jasper sighed and disembarked while I handed him our luggage.

The island was a present from Carlisle to Esme in 1949 - on their fiftieth-anniversary day. Over the years, he'd been offered astronomical amounts of Dollars and Real from the Brazilian government, private billionaires and hotel chains. Fortunately, we never lacked finance and always turned every offer down. I had only visited the Island in the company of my family, and this was the first time I brought someone. A special someone. Now we had the island all to ourselves. Six nights in paradise.

…oOo…

We toured the house, and I had to admit, Esme had outdone herself when she recently redecorated the entire place. Polished dark wooden floor, creamy colored couches, and vibrant colors here and there in the shape of pillows, paintings, vases, and rugs. Exotic plants grew in huge pots and some of the larger ones in the actual ground and throughout the roof. The panoramic terrace overlooked the ocean, and the open doors made the curtains flap in the soft breeze.

Jasper nodded approvingly when he saw the sturdy four-poster bed in the bedroom further down the hall. The adjacent bathroom was to his satisfaction as well. The sunken marble tub looked big enough for the two of us. I didn't let him in on my observation. Not yet.

"I'm gonna need a few human minutes. Then I'll meet you in the sitting room," Jasper smiled and reached for his duffel bag.

"Okay." While he refreshed himself, I checked the content of the refrigerator. I found plenty of fresh vegetables and fruit inside. The proteins we'd have to hunt ourselves. There was a fireplace in the middle of the sitting room, and I lit a fire for the sake of pleasantness. We really didn't need the heat.

When Jasper returned he was still dressed, but he was clean-shaven and had brushed his teeth. I could smell the fresh mint on his breath. Standing next to the flickering flames, I watched him stroll toward me… barefooted. He had the sexiest feet I'd ever seen.

"Hi," he smiled when he stood right in front of me.

"Hi," I hoarsely replied. I was bereft with need. I had wanted him since we danced in Rio - since we boarded the plane for crying out loud!

Jasper's blue eyes had darkened before he leaned forward. His tongue slid along the seam of my lips, then teased them apart. The strong minty taste of his warm mouth was a new experience. I preferred him au natural or strawberry flavored. We kissed and touched for minutes, yet I wanted more.

"I do remember how to undress myself," Jasper whispered as I removed his t-shirt and next focused on the fly of his jeans.

"Yeah, I just do it so much better," I hummed and pulled his pants down over his narrow hips. His jutting arousal greeted me and a feral cry escaped my lips. Jasper eagerly undressed me and naked we placed pillows and a fur throw in front of the fireplace. The second we were vertical, we explored every inch of skin we could reach with our tongues and fingers.

"You seem tight; let me make you feel good. Roll over," Jasper encouraged when I was about to rise and get the lube for the next step in our house-warming-scheme.

"Really?" I questioned him and pointed to our straining body parts. He nodded. "Okay." I turned over and found a bearable position for my throbbing and somewhat frustrated member. Jasper skillfully worked his warm hands up and down my backside. I moaned contently and circled my hips in order to get some friction for my neglected erection. Jasper told me to lie still and replaced his fingertips with his soft lips. Gentle kisses rained down my spine and further down until he… Oh, sweet Jesus!

His warm, wet tongue explored unknown territories, and I was immediately losing it. I stifled my orgasmic cry by biting a pillow. I wasn't sure why I did that. There were no one around to take notice of our lovemaking, we could scream and moan as loudly as we wanted without harassing neighbors or family members. I hoped the pillow I had destroyed and the one I had marked with my release weren't some of the vintage ones Esme collected from around the world. Upon our leave, they'd have to go along with the fur throw.

Panting, I turned around and faced a smug looking Jasper. Within minutes, I had replaced the smug smile on his face with one of contorted pleasure. As my curved fingers found his pleasure spot deep within, he rewarded me with a loud moan and spurts of his creamy release - a delicacy I indulged. Besides Jasper's heavy breathing, only the wood in the fireplace cracked and filled the otherwise silent room.

His skin, misted with perspiration, gleamed beautifully in the fading light from the fire, as we lay naked for some time, dwelling in the afterglow. With legs entwined, and sated erections cupped in the hands of our reciprocal lover, we whispered adoring words until I heard his breathing slow into a steady sleeping rhythm. The traveling, the time difference, the dancing and the lovemaking had made my mate tired.

"Sorry," Jasper yawned when he awoke an hour later. "Guess you wore me out."

"Don't worry. I like watching you sleep. It's kind of fascinating to me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You talk in your sleep, you drool, and you cling to me. What's not to like?" I chuckled. "No. Seriously, I wish I could sleep and dream. I guess it's the human thing I miss the most."

"I'll let you rest some more while I inspect the surroundings. You can join me at noon if you're up for it. You'll be in for a treat. Looks like it's going to be a sunny day today. You'll be witnessing my sparkling skin," I said when I noticed the orange colored sky outside the panoramic windows.

"Sounds nice. I only hope Jay will be able to appreciate it. I love you, Edward."

"I love you too, Jasper."

…oOo…

While Jay rested in the shadow of palm trees next to the terrace, I explored the neighboring terrain. Hummingbirds and butterflies added vibrant colors to the greenery. Snorting deer and rustling leaves assured me suitable prey was around. I longed for the diversion in prey and hoped Jay would as well.

…oOo…

For dinner, Jasper settled with the juices my body had to offer, and for dessert, we prepared a fruit salad. I was enthralled when I established the stocked fridge contained strawberries. Jasper convinced me; other fruits had their own appeal and decided to show me their qualities. One thing led to another, and more fruit ended outside than inside, the intended bowl.

"You shouldn't have done that!" Grinning, I arched an eyebrow and pointed to the raspberry smudge on my favorite t-shirt. Jasper chuckled, and I chased him around the kitchen. Chunks of peeled and unpeeled fruit flew across the room. Alternately, we had to duck to avoid flying pieces of melon and stainable berries. The scene resembled the annual snowball fights I had with Emmett and Carlisle. Only this was more fun and messy – and leading to something besides a dry set of clothes, I hoped. On my way to the chopping board, for a fresh supply of moist artillery, I slipped in some mashed pineapple. Trying to gain my balance, Jasper tackled me to the ground, and we ended up in heaps of laughter and smeary fruit. Tender, loving kisses rained on my face and neck, and I damned my cell phone when it started ringing.

"I better get this," I halted and pointed to the annoying device in the living room.

Jasper began cleaning the kitchen while I answered the phone. It was Carlisle. He wanted to make sure we still planned to return to Port Angeles on Sunday, as he and Esme would use the plane in the meantime. They wanted to fly to New York and stay for a couple of nights. There were some operas Esme wanted to hear. I assumed it was merely an excuse, as they couldn't stand listening to the nightly activities in their foster children's bedroom. Carlisle made use of the call and inquired as to our well-being. Spending several nights alone on a remote island with my human mate had him slightly worried. Although, he didn't mention his concern, I figured that much when I initiated how well everything developed between us and heard his responding sigh.

During my talk with Carlisle, Jasper had signaled he was going to the terrace. When I ventured outside, I couldn't find him. Panic briefly struck me. Where was he? I ran to the beach and found his discarded clothes and shoes by the shore. In the moonlight, mirrored on the dark surface of the water, I saw him. The moonbeams made the droplets sparkle on his wet skin. He looked ethereal. Impatiently, I ripped my clothes off and strode toward him.

His moist skin tasted of salt, and the weightlessness made our bodies interact differently. Skinny-dipping was definitely my kind of thing.

My wish came true when we made love in the waterline that night. Under the moonlight, on the soft wet sand. Even the lapping of the waves failed to cool the heat between us.

…oOo…

Hastily, days and nights went by. On the third day, my mate longed for something besides fruit and vegetables. I welcomed the prospect of fresh blood, as the pace in the bedroom, and every other vertical or horizontal surface of the house and its surroundings, consumed me. "Let's see who can catch the bigger deer?" Jasper had teased me when we planned the hunt.

A rustling noise to the left put Jay on alert, and I examined the trampled foliage before us. Behind some bushes, a lone male tapir was enjoying a feast of fresh buds. The beast was sturdy built - at least 500 lbs., but with a maximum speed of 30mph. Should it start running, we'd easily be able to take it down.

The sounds of the chase excited me. The fast beat of the distressed tapir's heart. Jay's breath sawing in and out between his bared teeth. We surrounded our prey and sauntered forward. Jay held his strong front legs around the thick neck of the defeated animal, and I realized he offered me the honor of the actual kill. The warm blood was delicious and welcoming. I sufficed my thirst and heard the tapir's heartbeat give in. My hungry mate voraciously took my place when I withdrew my crimson stained teeth from our prey.

Sated, we strolled back to the house.

The fresh blood flowing in my veins and the proteins in Jasper's system had left us exhilarated and aroused. The nourishment made that night's lovemaking feral and intense.

…oOo…

Early in the evenings, we'd played several games of chess – always with the same bet. Many years of restless nights had made me an excellent player, and Jasper still hadn't won. Stubbornly, he refused to give in and on our last night on the island he triumphantly said, "Be prepared to suffer defeat!" followed by the fatal words: "Checkmate!"

Fuck. He won. I was in two minds whether or not to give him what he so passionately desired. I hadn't believed he'd actually win. Maybe I was losing my skill. Nevertheless, I had to reward him. Furthermore, I couldn't resist him.

Jasper's gaze was challenging, and his pink tongue teasingly darted out and wet his lips while he guided me toward the bedroom. Seductively, he undressed himself, and I mirrored his actions. He had scooted back on the white sheet before he laid down, resting his head on a stack of pillows. "I want you. So much," he whispered, and I saw the need in his eyes as well.

"Promise me you'll tell me if I'm hurting you. If I crush you. If I … if I lose control."

Jasper smiled and nodded. "I promise. I trust you. I love you. Please."

My mind told me it was insane to give in, but my straining body part had other ideas.

I made sure he was well prepared before I loomed over him and poked his welcoming entrance with the head of my erection. Briefly, I lingered. Prompting cons and pros of topping my lover. However, Jasper's encouraging words enticed me, and in one swift move, I buried myself in his velvety heat. Instantly, he locked his legs around me, pulling me closer. I absorbed the feeling of having his slender muscles below me and tried to hold the weight of my body away from his torso. Jasper gripped my biceps and arched upward. The action made me slide impossibly deeper.

I kept bucking and circling my hips, continued to explore his depths, taking him further and further to the brink of climax. He bathed my face and neck in the humid warmth of his exhales as he panted and begged me for more, "Harder…. Oh fuck… let it go, love…. Fuck me." A deep feral growl had escaped my mouth before I surrendered. Beneath my pounding hips, I felt the flexing muscles of his lower abdominals as he approached his orgasm. He writhed in mindless pleasure, moaned and cursed underneath my weight and motions, and I was no longer capable of holding back.

Beneath me, I watched my beautiful and ecstatic mate. Damp curls stuck to his sweaty forehead, and his eyes were closed. The tempting pulse, fluttering on his strained neck, was a reminder of my overwhelming desire for blood when close to climaxing. I buried my nose in his nape, inhaled his exquisite scent before I gently kissed the enticing, vital spot.

I could feel the jolts of his body beneath me. Heard him beg for more - that final thrust. I needed to look into the windows to his soul; reassuring, I wasn't harming him. "Look at me," I panted as his inner muscles erratically contracted around me, making my balls tighten, and the coil in my stomach wind up further. He conceded, and his deep blue eyes never left mine during our extensive mutual release and feral cries.

"You really were holding back before," Jasper chuckled when he finally caught his breath. Feathers from a ripped pillow stuck to his glistening body, and the canopy above our heads had given in. Alarmingly, I examined his body, but hardly found bruises or other signs of our passionate lovemaking.

"Thank you." His voice was sincere, but filled with love and affection.

"The pleasure was all mine," I smiled. Slowly, I realized the love and trust Jasper gave me, made me capable of handling obstacles I'd previously avoided. His love gave me strength, the strength to be what my mate needed. I kissed him fiercely and prepared myself for a second round.

…oOo…

On our flight back to Port Angeles, we took advantage of the time difference and joined The Mile High Club.

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A/N

Two more chapters and the Epilogue.

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