A/N
I don't own these boys they own me and I love it.
I know I'm late but please forgive and I hope it will be worth the wait.
I want to thank everyone who reads and reviews you are all amazing and make me smile with excitement.
As as for my amazing Beta Debra Ann, what can I say the woman is a God send and loves to call me on my shit. Gotta love her and I do.
so lets find out what the Hale-Cullen household has been up too lately:
Hanging up my fucking phone, I shoved it roughly back in my jeans pocket. I'm pissed - really fucking pissed. But pissed might just be the biggest fucking understatement of the decade.
I should be able to bask in my own happiness and blessedness without someone trying to stick his dick in my fucking beer.
Edward sounds so God damn happy, he hasn't been able to shut the hell up this past week. Doing his very best to show me in every way possible how proud and grateful he was that I could get over my trauma and shoot straight into that fucking plastic cup.
Shit the thought still sends shivers up my fucking spine, and believe me when I say I am still milking that baby for all its worth.
My boy's ecstatic, and I can't blame him. He's over the moon, all happy as a pig in shit. He wants to share his joy, and that's all that matters to me.
It's not him that's got me aggravated, or the fact that his buddies from work want to join him at the pub tonight. It all sounds wonderful, and I'm elated that the gang is happy for us and just wants to wish us well.
It's the idea of Doctor Alec Volturi ever setting foot in my establishment. The guy just rubs me the wrong fucking way, and I can't seem to shake it.
Ever since I met him and had to stand back as the fucker purposely tried to touch and whisper with his dirty ass lips into my boy's ear, close enough to lick it, I've wanted nothing more than to cut his fucking balls off with a plastic butter knife.
I've been in a constant state off pissed the fuck off at even the thought of him breathing the same air as my boy. It's slowly making my old insecurities resurface, and I'm hating myself for it. It makes me feel weak, and I don't like to feel weak. And God damn, I won't be weak.
Tonight shouldn't be too bad. The crowd should be fairly easy to control with a few waitresses plus Ben and me. All in all, we should be fine. My staff should be able to control our clientele, enabling me to keep an eye on the oh so overly zealous Doctor Fucking Volturi.
Ben comes around the side of the bar, and I let him know about Edward and the gang gracing us with their presence tonight, and with that, he reaches under the closest bar tap, retrieving the reserved sign and placing it on the booth off to the side. It's big enough to hold them, and close enough for me to keep a watchful eye over my boy and the asshole Volturi. Believe you me, I have no intentions of letting him out of my sight.
I find myself getting very fucking anxious, with the anticipation getting the best of me, but try to remain calm. I really don't want to fuck this up. The ramifications if I'm wrong are way too devastating to think of, and for the sake of my marriage and Volturi's balls, I'm hoping my suspicions are dead wrong.
So I grab my phone again, hitting the speed dial button, hoping for a little relief from my nerves and anxiety.
His boisterous voice still gets me after all these years. His energy can be felt, even when you're not in the same room, and I find myself smiling, knowing at the other end there's a big ass grin coming right back at me.
Hanging up, I felt a little better. They accepted my invitation to join us, and if nothing else, Emmett will put my shit into perspective, and he will definitely tell me if I have anything to worry about. As for Rose, without even saying anything to her or asking, she will just point my crap out whether her opinion is wanted or needed.
It's not that Alec worries me. I don't see him as competition. God knows I've had my fair share over the years. Edward and I have been together most of our lives, and have had to go through high school and college, so the temptations have been their for both of us. But no matter what, we've always remained true to one another.
But I cant deny it, my boy is beautiful both inside and out. His strengths and presence are unable to be matched, and as for his gorgeous face and fuck hot hair, what's not to want? I only have a problem with people who know he's married, and still try to pursue him. Now that shit really pisses me the fuck off.
It used to scare the shit out of me, that he would realize that he could do so much better - maybe waking up one morning, feeling like he'd made a huge mistake, and would finally kick me to the curb. Let's face it, people, this is Edward-freaking-Cullen we're talking about.
But over the years of living with and loving him madly, I have found out that Edward just wants honesty, respect, loyalty, and above all, trust. And he has told me more times than I can remember that he has found that in me, assuring me always that he is mine, and mine only.
I remember back in college, while watching a movie or some shit like that - I can't remember much really, cause basically I was too busy watching Edward...
I'd been thinking for weeks on how to ask Edward to marry me, or wondering if he even wanted to. And it scared the living shit out of me. I was constantly nervous and uneasy, making me feel weak. Shit, I hate weak. The whole situation was driving me fucking crazy.
So any-who, we're in our dorm, lying on the couch, watching some TV show as Edward lays lazily across my lap, me finger fucking his hot red hair, daydreaming, nearly putting him to sleep, his eyes closing every once in a while, his red cherry lips parted, with small gusts of air escaping his lungs.
I glanced down and started to stare. Let's face it, the boy is pretty, with his forest green eyes, perfect pale skin, striking features, and let's not forget that fuck hot hair. Without a doubt, the boy is amazing, and downright breathtaking.
As I continued to stare, Edward noticed that I was no longer interested in the show, and turned his gaze on me. After realizing I'd been caught, I managed to give him a small smile with a flush on my cheeks. He smiled in return, but noticed shyly that I continued to stare, getting lost in my thoughts and fantasies, causing him to flush as well.
With a questioning "What?" he continued to shyly smile.
"Oh, nothing. Just watching you, cause I love ya. Oh, and yeah your fuck hot ta boot." I teased him with a wink.
"Love you too, Jasper. Always will, baby, and not just because you're fuck hot." Giggling, he leaned up, cupping the back of my neck for leverage, kissing my lips tenderly.
"Edward?" I whispered as he pulled back.
"Yes, love, what's on your mind?" Twisting his body in my lap, giving me his full attention, his eyes sparkled in my direction.
I sighed softly, trying to settle my nerves, swallowing hard before I return his gaze. My breath hitched once again, and I felt my chest tighten under the strain.
"What does love mean to you? How do you know you love me so much? And why?"
I swallowed hard, not knowing if I wanted an honest answer, but hoping and praying for the best possible one.
He left my lap, sitting up straight to face me, caressing my face with his hands, placing a tender kiss on my forehead, nose, and lips, licking them as he leaned back to look me over like he was viewing my features for the first time, and finally resting his gaze on my eyes.
Lifting himself above me, straddling my thighs, he pressed into me, clasping his hands behind my head, closing his eyes, his tongue coming out to wipe over his bottom lip, causing it to shimmer, making me groan, getting caught up in his sweet display. His eyes fluttered open, full of intensity and passion.
He voice was syrupy deep and thick, almost a whisper - so soft and rough I had to stop breathing just to hear him. His forest greens glistened with so much emotion and love, I got lost in his gaze. But then he pulled me from my reverie.
"Jasper, Jasper, oh my Jassssper, Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, but trusting them not to. And in you, I've placed my trust."
My heart stopped for a moment and my breath gushed from me like someone had just punched me in the stomach. I was willing my tears not to fall, but they failed me, and let loose like a raging river, causing my bottom lip to quiver automatically. And I swear I did the fucking ugly cry, but at that moment, I couldn't give a shit.
I crushed my mouth to his and dominated his lips with as much passion and desire as I could muster, trying to tell him I agreed wholeheartedly.
Edward pulled me to him tighter, trying to soothe my now shaking form. "Shussssh... babe, don't cry please," he beseeches me. "I trust you. I love you. If my heart had legs and walked this earth, it would have a full head of curly blond hair and the most beautiful vivid baby blues."
As he tenderly pushed my now sweaty locks from my forehead, enabling him to drop a soft wet kiss on my skin, he continued, "Cause in you, I see my heart - the heart that you now own, and have promised to take care of forever. And I trust you will."
Then his forehead fell to meet mine.
It was nice to finally know that he loved me for me. And because he trusted me to take care of him, and asked for nothing more than for me to love him with all my heart. I did, and I couldn't imagine my life without my boy in it.
That night was a turning point for us mentally, physically, and relationship-wise. We asked some serious questions of one another, and got a lot of truthful answers in return.
Edward explained why he loved me so deeply, how much he admired my strength and passion, and when he looked into my eyes, he saw so much hope and passion for our future, there was no denying where he belonged.
He explained how he was endeared by my overprotectiveness and possessiveness of him, making him feel wanted and loved, making me laugh a little. I sighed a small sigh off relief that I wasn't overbearing in my goal to create our perfect little existence.
He smiled wearily as he explained in depth his fear of ever losing me, of waking one morning to find me gone, not wanting his sorry, clingy ass anymore. He thought that with us being together so long and being so young, and him having placed all his trust and need in me, that I would one day not want to take care of him in the way he had come to expect, and the thought of losing me scared him.
He worried that I would see right through his neediness for me, and that I would tire of it. He was overwrought with fear that someone else would catch my eye and steal me from him, desperately wanting me to understand how lost he would be without me.
My arms tightened their hold as I shusssshed his falling tears, relaying my own same concerns, trying to add some comfort and letting him know that we shared the same pain and fear.
I explained that I loved him so much and so deeply that I never wanted him to want for anything, and that I had made it my mission to fulfill his every wish and command, hoping deep down that he would never find that want or need in another person.
He shook his head wildly, trying to convey that there would be no other for him. He smiled, teary-eyed, before placing his lips to mine, softly caressing them with his tongue, purring into the feel of our lips blending so seamlessly, breath releasing from one of us, and in a heartbeat, entering the other, knowingly sharing even the same air.
My hands found his ass, pulling him tighter to me. His thighs squeezed mine, securing my body under him as he tugged at the hair on the nape off my neck, as he reaches between us, and not for the first time. But I've grown to understand the sentiment after all these years. Placing his other hand over my heart, and one of mine over his, in a careful passion-filled whisper, with a longing, caring look, he says, "This is mine, Jasper Hale," he pressed gently with his finger tips, "as this is yours." He moved, causing me to press mine gently to him.
We kissed and touched, roaming and feeling, just wanting to be one, just wanting to belong. We whispered words of love and hunger, need and caring. We kissed each other's tears and stole each other's small smiles. We were breathless and needy, finger tips clawing and nipping, trying to reach depths that have never been touched or seen by any other human hands or eyes.
Leaning back exhausted and spent, forehead to forehead, trying to regain our composure and cool our overheated skin, I heard Edwards breath falter. His heart was beating so fast, his chest was hitting mine repeatedly. I was scared shitless, cause I thought he was hyperventilating, and pulled him back to give his form a quick once over.
He laid his hands on my chest, signaling with one finger to give him a moment. I inhaled deeply, trying to make the look of concern leave my face as I stared nervously at my beautiful, sweaty, overheated boy.
His hands wandered up my chest, along my neck, over my cheeks and into my hair. Blunt fingernails scratched my scalp. I groaned from the sensation as his eyes fluttered open, and oh my gravy, they're black and dark, and a little fucking scary.
Edward smiled, showing me every perfect white tooth in his oh so perfect as fuck lucious mouth, and I cant think of anything to do but smile back. His fingers still scratched circles in my hair, causing my eyes to slowly close and reopen under his manipulations. He leaned in to kiss my lips, his smile now a smirk, as I pulled up to accept his mouth. My heart stopped under his words and I gulped loudly.
"Jasper, -kiss- I want you so badly. -kiss- I want to feel you. -kiss- I want to possess you as you do me. I long to feel your heat around me. Will you teach me how to please you, and do me the honor off bottoming for me?"
I looked up in shock and total amazement. Edward had never voiced his need or want to top in our relationship,and I had never found it in me to push him on this matter. Had I thought of it? Hell yeah! To the point off driving myself crazy some nights. But I had come to realize that we had excepted our roles, and was just content to be, so I left well enough alone...
Until that very moment.
My mind raced along with my overzealous heart, and I felt the sweat run down the back of my neck,. I wasn't nervous, I was excited - fucking overly excited - at the prospect of having Edward take me, own me, claim me as his.
He leaned back shyly, smiling, willing his forest greens into my soul as he continued rubbing my hair, knowing it would relax me and help me think.
I smiled widely at him, pulling him tighter, crushing my lips to his as I nod furiously into the kiss, hoping that he understood, and that I could convey to him what it meant to me.
He leaned back, grinning, and let out a small sigh."Let me take you to bed, baby, and show you how much I love you."
Taking my hand, he led me to our bedroom, rubbing tender circles over my knuckles as he started to sing quietly to himself,making me smile as I pointed out earlier that night had been a turning point for us, mentally, physically and relationship-wise...
Edward has always made it very clear that I have nothing to worry about. He has never purposely put himself out there, and has always acted like a perfect gentleman. But as I pointed out before, my boy has a tendency to be a little naive, and doesn't pay enough attention to know when others weren't being gentlemanly to him.
And that's when I have to step up to the plate and kick some ass. But over the years, I've been able to keep it under the radar, not causing much of a fuss. It might be just a whisper in someone's ear or a blunt 'Fuck the hell off' at a bar, but I always got the job done quietly and peacefully.
I just have a feeling in my gut, I'm going to have a harder time with Volturi, if what he's after and up to is what I'm thinking. This just might get ugly.
Wiping the bar down one last time, I hear them enter. I'd recognize Angela's laugh a mile away. Breathing deeply, I turn to greet them, putting on my best Jasper Hale-Cullen smile. Yeah, yeah, you know it. Dimples and all, people, dimples and all. My Mama didn't raise no moron.
Shaking hands and sharing hello's with the doctors and a few nurses, getting kisses hugs and congrats, I escort them to their booth, seeing Volturi out of the corner of my eye, intending to save that fucker for last.
I turn to see Edward - shit, the boy still steals my breath and melts my heart - smiling madly at him as he returns it kindly, I pull him in for a hug. My dick twitches, but I choose to ignore it, deciding to just be in the moment, wanting just to surrender to the feeling of his tender touch.
He has removed his jacket, hanging it on the hook on the wall beside the booth, proceeding to wrap himself around my chest, pulling me tighter to his body as he slips his cool hands under the hem of my t-shirt and up the lean contours of my back, making me shiver. I hear and feel him inhale deeply, breathing in my scent as I do his. He relaxes into my hold as his damp spiky hair tickles my nose, smiling to myself at the sensation.
His head rests on my shoulder as his lips kiss the crook of my neck, teeth nipping gently at my skin. Tilting his head upwards, he continues his journey, peppering small kisses along my jaw line until he reaches my lips, his tongue sneaking out to part mine. Bending to his will, they do as he asks, and for all off a few moments, we are lost in each other's longing.
Hearing his small purr, I pull back contented, before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. He closes his eyes slowly. As I look into his face with a small sigh, he returns my gaze. I smile at his dancing forest greens in a very tired face and ask softly, "Hard day, sweetness?"
Pulling me a little tighter, he nods into my hold. Rubbing his back as we stand embraced, his hands slip down my back, over my waist, and finally rest on my butt, pressing me gently to him. It's not lustful, it's just longing. My boy needs the contact right now, and if nothing else, I understand, so I let him be.
Lifting my head, I sigh deeply before informing him to take a seat, and that I will take care of him. Lower than a whisper, I hear, "Promise?"
My lips trace the shell of his ear as I press him just that little bit tighter to me, and I whisper back, "I promise, Edward. Always."
He releases himself from my hold, tracing my tattoo sleeve with his finger tips before pulling away. He looks a little uneasy, making me frown, knowing this is one of Edward's moves when he's thinking or concerned. It makes me anxious, but as he looks at me, I smile softly, hoping he'll return it, and he does.
My boy looks weary, and something just doesn't feel right to me, but his forest greens are still alight with his joy and hope for our future. As he hears someone inquire about a shower 'again with the fucking shower thingies, really have to pull my head out of my ass and break down and ask,' he smiles widely, turning his attention to the table, so I decide not to push him right now, and just let him get lost in his baby euphoria.
Reluctantly showing him to the booth, cause I really don't want to let him go right now, but making sure he was comfortable, letting them all know that their waitress will be over to serve them momentarily, I turn my attention to Alec. He has just finished removing his coat and hanging it on the hook beside the others.
With Edward's hand still in mine, his fingers intertwining with my own, squeezing me gently, I turn my now subtle glare in Volturi's direction. My skin is starting to crawl, and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end. I'm feeling something I just cant shake.
The fact that my boy's body language is screaming at me to protect and comfort him makes my gut churn with uneasiness, and I have a feeling that something has gone down, but that he doesn't want to be pushed right now. He knows I won't make a scene or embarrass him. My boy just wants a calm night.
Reaching out my hand in Alec's direction, I smile slightly tighter than usual, and when our hands clasp, I pull him towards me, gripping just tight enough to make him uncomfortable. He smiles nervously, and is still unable to look me in the eye. 'Fucker!'
"Nice to see you again, Alec. Welcome to my little watering hole." I'm unable to hold at bay the slight gravel in my voice.
Now looking me in the face, but still unable to make eye contact, taking small swallows and a deep breath, finally taking in his surroundings, he sputters out, "Thanks... Jas...Jasper. It was nice for the gang to invite me... Great place you have here." He slips his now sweaty hand out of my grasp.
Placing my hand tightly on Alec's shoulder, trying to convey to him that he just might be fucking underestimating me or my love for Edward. I led him to his seat. He has yet to look me in the eyes. 'He's such a Fucker!' He sits across from Edward.
Palming Edward's face in my hand, tilting it up to meet my gaze, I place a soft kiss on his lips. His tongue peeks out as he licks mine. I wink, letting him know I'll be right back, and with a gentle, smile he nods.
Heading in the direction of the bar, I meet up with Ben and Angela, kissing her with my hello. She replies with a "Congrats, Dad!" making me smile widely, like a dork, and I don't give a shit. I tell Ben to send Nicki, one of our waitresses, over to serve Edward's table, knowing rightly that Nicki has a crush on my husband, and will give him all the care and attention my boy needs tonight.
As Ben heads into the back to inform Nicki, smirking to himself, Angela looks up at me with concern. I raise my eyebrows at her questioningly.
"You look tired, Jasper. Is everything OK with you guys?" I see tenderness, but worry, in her eyes.
"Yes, hon, couldn't be happier. Just a little tired; it's been a long few weeks."
Placing her hand on my arm, she stretches her neck to peer up at me, her eyes looking a little sad, but she is trying to disguise it.
"How's Edward holding up? He's looking tired or worried, and maybe a little anxious!"
Placing my hand over hers, as she still has it on my arm, I lower my voice to a whisper, "Angela, why would Edward be worried or anxious. Is there something I should know about?" I'm trying to keep my concern out of my voice, as well as the little anger that is now building in my gut, out of my tone, due to her implications.
I watch Nicki approach Edward's table with a huge smile on her face and a dance in her step. I hear her welcome our guests.
"Welcome to The Hole in the Wall, my name is Nicki, and I'll be your server tonight. And if Edward would give me a chance, his slave for eternity"
Hearing Edward's loud laugh fill the bar, I grin to myself as the doctors and nurses start to cheer in approval at Nicki's proposal.
I watch Alec cringe at their implications, disgusted at their banter, forging a tight smile, making me smirk at the fucker.
Edward's face gloriously turning the most beautiful shade of red as his greens look my way, he gives me his best crooked grin.
I smile back in his direction, mouthing silently, " Love you." His eyes flutter closed as he sighs deeply, then returns his attention back to Nicki.
Returning my stare to Angela, I nod, letting her know I was still listening, and to continue.
"Jasper, what do you know about doctor Volturi?"
I shake my head. "Nothing much. Why?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Well, I myself don't trust him, and I'm hearing rumors."
" What kind off rumors, Angela?" As I raise both eyebrows at her now.
"That Alec Volturi has set his sights on your Edward, and he has told a few nurses that Edward will never be able to deny his charm!"
"Really?" I smirk at her nonchalantly, trying to keep the tone of the conversation light.
"Yes, really, Jasper." Her body tenses, and she slaps the bar top in anger. "Listen, Jasper, this is serious, and pissing me off, but from what I hear, Edward hasn't given him the time of day.
"But I have heard that Volturi has been trying his best to wear him down."
Now Edward's body language makes sense. He's nervous, but most of all, he's worried that I will pick up on Volturi's advances and lose my cool.
Taking a deep breath and giving Angela a small smile, I lean down and kiss her lips gently. Her eyes flutter closed, and with a sigh, she smiles.
We were interrupted when Ben returned, slapping me playfully on the shoulder.
"Hey yo, bro, you got your own husband. Care to keep your luscious lips, as my wife calls them, off of said wife?"
With a hearty laugh from me and a giggle from Angela, I pick her up off the ground into a giant hug, swinging her from side to side a little.
"Angela, don't you worry your pretty little head about anything. I will make sure that Edward is well taken care of, and protected! Tell me, would I ever let my boy down?"
"No, Jasper, you wouldn't. But please, please, please, promise me you'll stay vigilant on this matter. I don't trust the bastard!"
"Promise me, Jasper?"
Giving her one more lift into my arms and a kiss on the forehead, I lean back.
"I promise, hon. Don't you worry." Taking her for one last twirl, she chuckles...
"PUT THAT WOMAN DOWN, YOUNG MAN. HAS IT SLIPPED YOUR MIND THAT YOU'RE GAY?"
Putting Angela back on her feet, I turn to see Emmett and Rose entering the bar. Walking towards them, I pull Emmett in for a half hug and greet my sister with a kiss to the cheek.
Turning back to the bar, leading the way, I ask them their pleasure, but should have known better, as Ben already had them ready and waiting when we got there. Smiling with a nod, I hand them their drinks.
Emmett's looking around as Rose is eying the table. Looking at me quizzically, she inquires, "Who's the big guy?"
Turning my gaze toward the table, looking at Edward and smiling, trying to ignore Volturi altogether, I reply, "New doctor at the hospital. Alec Volturi."
Her eyebrows frown and her lips get tight... Mm mm... really... She walks over, sitting her ass down right beside him, close enough that their shoulders are touching. As Alec tries to drink from his glass, she smirks up at him, sipping her own. And I hear him gulp... 'Silly Fucker.'
Emmett catches my attention, wanting to do a shot. How can I refuse the guy?
Ben pours them without me even having to ask. He winks as I raise my eyebrow, pushing the glass in my direction. Nodding his head, he says, "Go ahead, boss, you need this."
I raise my glass to Ben and Emmett, nearly spitting my drink as I hear Emmett's cheer. "TO THE DADDIES!"
Everyone cheers in approval, causing the whole bar to join in with their encouragements and chants, making me smile widely at Edward.
Clearing my throat, I hold my glass up, and watch as Alec heads in the direction of the restrooms.
" I just want to thank you guys for joining us tonight. It is unbelievably unreal to me how wonderful our friends and family are. I once thought that Edward was enough for me, and we were complete, and I wouldn't need anything else in my life".
Edward smiles widely in my direction.
"But then with Edward's help and encouragement I came to understand and realize that us bringing someone else into are family, teaching and showing them how to love as deeply as their parents would be the best gift to be able to give, and would make us even more complete.
Edward looks at me, tears escaping his eyes. His smile is beautiful, causing me to sigh deeply.
So raising my glass, I joyfully and loudly say, "Cheers to all our family and friends, and to my wonderful husband and our awesome future"
They reply with a joyous "To the daddies!"
And with that, Alec returns to his seat.
Everyone settles back down and into their own conversations, and I eye my sister's approach from the side. A happy fucking camper she's not.
Spinning on my heels, I turn to greet her. " Hi, sis. Really and truly, thanks for coming tonight." I give her a smile and a kiss.
As she punches my shoulder, giving me a half smirk, I flinch, faking real pain grabbing my shoulder for effect. "What the fuck, Rose? What'd I do?"
"Whats the deal, Jasper?" She raises her sculpted eyebrow in my direction, but points a well manicured finger towards the table.
"I want to know what the hell is going on here? And why the hell you're not getting it sorted?" She squints her eyes, and shit, I think I see daggers.
"Nothing's happening, Rose. And I have my shit sorted, thank you very much." I try to sound confident, but she notices my double blink and gulp, and decides to call me on it.
"Jasper Hale-Cullen, you might be my oh so wonderful brother, and can bull shit your way out of any situation, but this is me, your oh so wonderful sister, talking, and I know crap when I hear it."
She pulls me to face her, placing a hand on each of my shoulders, nonchalantly gazing her daggers over her left shoulder in Volturi's direction.
And if the fucker had been paying attention instead of eye fucking my husband, and un-fucking dressing him with his eyes, he might have shown fear.
With my fists white knuckle tight at my sides, I return to my sister's stare.
"Jasper, please listen to me. That guy Alec -Val?-Vel?-Vol?...what the fuck ever his fucking name is... Doctor Sneaky Shit as I fondly refer to him as, well, that guy" she points her finger again for effect, "he's a predator- I see it in his eyes. And he's the worst kind, cause I really don't think he wants anything to do with Edward per se. He just wants another notch on his bedpost, and has set his sights on your fucking husband, bro!"
She looks at me, concerned. She feels my tension growing. She feels my shoulder muscles tighten as she rubs them, trying to soothe my pain.
"I know, Rose, I'm not blind. But other than taking his sorry ass outside and kicking the living shit out of him, I don't know what to do. I don't want to be wrong..." I plead for her to understand. "I don't want to fuck this up. Edward is so happy right now, and I can't find it in me to fuck it up for him. He has to work with that moron on a daily basis! And the humiliation and embarrassment would be too much for him! It would kill him, and I can't be responsible for that shit"
"Honey,honey honey," she whispers painfully. "I understand. I do! But you have to put a stop to this shit, and right now. Alec is having free rein on your man, or thinks he does! and Edward cant even look in the guy's direction without nearly hyperventilating. You have to at least have a talk with him and get this the fuck sorted... Please?"
I look at her with tear-filled eyes, hoping to all that is holy, they wont fall. But I see tears gathering in her vivid blues too, and it comforts me, knowing the fact that in all her bitchy glory, she cares and loves Edward and me with everything she's got.
Turning, she spots Emmett still holding up the bar, talking away to Ben, and I'm oh so sure it has something to do with football. With a kiss to my cheek and a wink, she heads in his direction.
I stand alone, staring at my boy as he laughs at one of the nurses' jokes or comments. He's so happy, his eyes are sparkling and his cheeks are flushed, just the way I like him. Then I glance at Alec, and the fucker is staring right back at me with the most evil grin on his face, and it makes me just want to fly across the bar and kick that fucking grin right of his asshole face.
But I don't quit. I stand eye to eye with the fucker, as he smirks at me, and once again, the hairs at the back of my neck stand at attention, and I'm livid, cause I really want to rip his God damn throat out and cut his balls off with a plastic butter knife.
I breathe deeply and straighten my shoulders. Turning to the bar, I ask Ben for my usual. He eyes me wearily, but does as I ask. Knocking back my shot, I head for Edward's table. Reaching my beautiful boy's side, I don't have to say a word. Without looking in my direction, he reaches for me, slipping his fingers into the palm of my hand. Squeezing tightly, he glances up, smiling shyly, so I lean down and kiss his smile with one of my own.
Sighing deeply, I ask him if he's having fun. His sparkling eyes close slowly and he nods his answer. My boy's a little tipsy, and I love it, making me smile and kiss his forehead.
Strolling in Alec's direction, I sit my sorry ass right next to him, and the fucker has now turned his attention to Edward, who is staring wide eyed and swallowing nervously. I smile over at my boy and tell him silently that everything will be OK, but I really don't think it calms his nerves any.
Turning my attention to Alec, I don't smile! I just stare, and the fucker now has beer balls, and has decided to stare back. Fucker.
"Alec, join me at the bar. I'd love to share a toast with ya." I keep eying him intensely.
He doesn't break our stare, but he swallows hard, which is enough for me right now. Got the fucker where I want him.
We're standing at the bar, toe to toe, his highly polished dress shoe resting on the kick stand across from my well worn cowboy boot. As I lean my elbow on the bar, Ben hands me my drink, and asks Alec for his pleasure. I take this opportunity to look him over. With his expensive, well pressed suit, his perfectly starched shirt and neatly trimmed hair, he looks even more of a dick up close than I first thought he was. All I wanted to do was kick his excessively starched, perfectly pressed, obnoxiously overly hair gelled ass. But for right now, I had to keep my cool.
With drink now in hand, he looks me over subtly, but seductively, pissing me off even more.
I squint my eyes at him when his lands on my crotch.
Clearing my throat and downing my drink, I slam my glass onto the bar. Alec raises his glass and takes a sip. 'God, he's such a douche.'
"I have a problem, Alec, that I'm hoping you can help me with." I'm trying to remain calm, taking deep breaths.
"Sure, Jasper. Whats up? How can I help?" He glares at me over his glass as he girlie sips his fucking drink.
"I need you to back off my fucking husband, and I need you to do it right now!" My voice is hoarse, my eyes dark.
Raising his eyebrow at me with a smirk, he answers, "Now why the fuck would I do that, Jasper?"
And fuck me sideways, my body tenses and starts to shake. My chest 's heaving with the pants of air I'm now trying to pull into my lungs, because sure as fucking hell, it feels like it's all been sucked the fuck out of the room.
Spots start forming behind my eyes, as I start seeing fucking red. And I swear this asshole is going to be eating his God damn balls in a second.
Reaching over, I grab the wrist holding his drink, tugging it roughly from his fucking smirky face, and slamming it to the bar top. His eyes grow wide and black, pain registering on his ugly as fuck face. Pulling him to me now, nose to nose, his sour breath attacks every one of my senses, and it takes all that I have not to puke or turn away. My eyes start to water from the offensive intrusion. Blinking, I start to breathe through my mouth.
And in a whisper, rough and harsh like sandpaper, I start my speech.
"Hear me, and hear me now, Alec! If I ever see or hear of you going anywhere near, or even trying to speak to, God damn it! Don't even look or breathe in my husband's direction, cause so help me God and all that I hold dear, I will hunt you down, rip you limb from limb, and feed your sorry ass to the animals. Your fucking ugly face will only be seen on milk cartons, and you will never be heard from again.
Now finish your fucking drink, Alec, get your fucking coat, and take your foul-breathed, obnoxiously over cologned gay ass and get the fuck out of my bar NOW!"
I inhale through my nose, straightening my posture, and glare at the fucker...
He's stunned into total shock, the fucker. Knocking back the last of his drink, he pushes past me, but stops when he's shoulder to shoulder, placing his chin on mine, his clammy breath hitting my ear.
"This ain't over, Jasper. You have not heard the end of me. And if I were you, I'd get a better leash for my boy."
I didn't have time to think. I didn't care about the consequences. I just wanted to fucking kill him. Who the hell was he to tell me to control anyone! And who the fuck did he think he was calling my husband 'BOY!' I'm the only person on this God damn planet with that right.
I couldn't help it! I came out swinging, connecting with his eye, then his chin.
Thank God Emmett was at my side in an instant, holding me back, relaying his concerns and plans to get the fucker on our own time in my ear, calming me down some. I stand straight and pull my t-shirt back down over my chest.
Alec is staring at my uncovered abs, and licks his lips as his eyes roam hungrily over my half naked form. smirking... 'He's such a Fucker!' It takes two of the doctors to pull him away. They try their best to get him out the door and into a waiting cab, but still he stares. The God damn guy has no fucking shame for himself, or respect for anyone else. And I better have seen the fucking last of him, so help me God.
"I'm good, Em. I'm good!" I call out, raising my hands in surrender.
As he releases me from his bear hug, letting my feet hit the floor, I turn to see Edward. His body is slumped and his breaths are strained. My gaze darts around the room, I try to look at anything but him. I feel my eyes sting from tears and sweat.
I'm ashamed of my actions. I had promised to keep my cool, and I feel worse, cause embarrassing him was the last thing I wanted to do.
He straightens himself to his full height, and taking a deep breath, he slowly walks over, wrapping his arms around my waist, as my own find a resting spot around his shoulders. His eyes search mine, emerald orbs dancing with emotion, as his soft as satin lips touch and trace my own. His tongue seeks permission to enter, one hand comes up gripping the hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me forcefully to him, causing his tongue to hit the back of my throat, releasing the most deep and primal groan from my lungs. He's powerful, he's strong, and he's oh my gravy dominating my ass right now.
He kisses my lips, pulling back, then biting my bottom lip between his teeth, moving on to my chin, kissing it open-mouthed, sucking skin and nipping gently,moving slowly up my jaw line, along my cheek and into my hair, until he reaches my ear.
"Jasper! I'm going to take you home, strip you naked, and fuck you senseless. Now go get your fucking coat."
After our very fucking quick goodbyes, thanks, and kisses, we head for home. I think we made our usually twenty minute walk in ten.
Edward orders me to go take a quick shower, as he can still smell Alec's foul breath on my skin, informing me that he will lock everything up and prepare the coffee for the morning.
After a quick as fuck shower, I crawl under the nice crisp covers of our warm, comfy bed and wait.
Lying on my back, hands behind my head, I'm full of anticipation and anxiety. This night has really done a whole God damn one eighty. To think that I was scared and terrified that Edward would be disappointed with my thoughts or actions.
But instead he got caught up in my protectiveness and possessiveness, and I had done nothing other than turn my horny as fuck boy on, and he was about to show me just how much.
And again, it's not even my birthday or Christmas. God! You gotta love my boy.
Edward enters the room, turning off all the lights but the bathroom's, leaving a warm glow to blanket the bed.
Stripping off his clothes, he starts to invade my ears with his utterly dirty and passionate words, telling me how uneasy he had felt all night, wanting nothing but to be in bed with me, wrapped in my arms, all warm and comfortable.
But then he explains how he watched his fuck hot husband go all primal and protective, and something in him snapped, and he just needed to take me home and fuck me hard.
I gulp loudly as Edward grabs the covers from the bottom of the bed and disappeared under them.
I watched his lean body crawl its way up my body, starting with my toes, taking each one in his mouth, sucking softly before biting down gently, making me chuckle then squirm.
His long, lean fingers wrap around my calves, massaging gently, loosening my tight muscles. Following each squeeze with a tender kiss and lick, he reaches my thighs, nibbling at the skin before sucking it between his teeth then kissing it gently.
Reaching the V at my hips, he hums softly to himself, licking me up from thigh to hip then rewinding his journey, kissing me tenderly on his way back down.
I couldn't take it anymore. My cock was so fucking hard at just the thought of Edward fucking me. I wanted his body on mine, in mine, through mine, as soon as possible. And I didn't give a fucking shit which way he was going to do it. I just wanted it done.
Yes, people, I'm an eager fucker. It's Edward with the patience is a virtue shit, not me. 'Cause he's a silly fucker.'
And thank you, Jesus, he finally takes me in his mouth, and I can't help my reaction. I groan deeply from the gravelly depths of my chest, and Edward chuckles, pulling back, looking at me through his long ass lashes, keeping just the tip of my dick between his lips.
"Is this what you want, love?"
And I nod like a fucking idiot.
" You want me to suck you hard, don't you, baby?" Another nod. He chuckles louder... 'Fucker.'
"Would you like me to suck you dry, sweetheart?" This time I blink slowly and nod once more.
And the boy goes to town. Well, butter my butt and call me biscuit, now I'm the one as happy as a pig in shit.
My boy's mouth is amazing. It's hot and moist, tender and soft, and his oh my God, his fucking tongue is just one of the most amazing appendages my boy has, and Lord does he know how to fucking use it.
"I've wanted to taste you all day, baby." Edward looks up my trembling torso. His forest greens dance and sparkle with excitement as he softly speaks.
I'm lost, I'm gone, I can't do anything but want. His tongue swirls strongly around my head, and my eyes roll back. With the slightest whisper, I try my best to speak.
"Baby, please. I can't take it much longer. I need you, been wanting you all night." I moan, whimpering, and yes, practically begging the boy. And for some fucking reason, Edward has chosen this very moment to go deaf.
Edward keeps up his gentle teasing, swiping his tongue back and forth over my slit, driving me fucking crazy, all I can do is moan low in my throat, concentrating on trying to breathe with every pass of his hot as hell, wet as water fucking tongue.
"Fuck!" My moans were growing louder as Edward began to move a little faster, holding my hips to the mattress so I couldn't buck up into his mouth. His lips are soft and strong as his tongue travels gloriously over the ridges of my cock.
"Keep that shit up and I'm gonna cum, baby." I moaned into the air. Edward picked up his pace, rolling his tongue around my length. I lifted my hips to gain more friction, trying to keep up with the rhythm of his month.
Then he growls. "Cum for me, Jasper. Fucking cum for me, baby." His steady, perfect rhythm fails him as I push up to meet his mouth. With his lustful words, and the animalistic primal look in his eyes, he throws me over the edge and into the deep end.
I feel my orgasm releasing in waves, crashing over me and taking me completely. As he stares up I watch as my cock explodes into his soft, hot, luscious lips.
Kissing his way up my now shaking and sweaty body, his hot breaths fanning across my belly and chest. His lips search out mine as my hands become joined at the back off his neck, pulling him tighter to me, tasting my essence on his tongue, sucking hard, and making him groan into my throat.
My tongue flickers over his bottom lip, catching his hot panting breaths and primal moans. My hands slip down his back, over his waist, coming to rest on his firm, plump ass, squeezing a little, trying to encourage him to continue. "I want you, baby. Please take me!"
I feel his long, wet fingers at my entrance, and out of instinct, I flinch. His breath hitches and he stops abruptly, leaning back to look at my face. "Baby, you OK?"
Looking down on me with nothing but love, concern, and emerald passion in his eyes, how could I not be. So I nod slowly into his shoulder, taking a deep breath.
He's pushes his long finger forward and starts to pump inside me while he kisses his way up my shoulder and neck. He never stops whispering his words of love and desire into my hot skin, causing me to shiver.
He tells me how much he felt, wanted, desired, longed for... and how much he lusted after me when I'd gotten all protective of him.
When he pressed a second and then a third finger inside of me, slowly allowing me to adjust, his lips never left mine, all soft, hot and swollen. I could taste myself as he kissed me, making me moan out. Once again I suck his tongue into my mouth, making him purr against my lips.
Leaning back, he stares at me. There's nothing but love, lust and longing in his dark emerald speckled eyes.
I blink slowly as tears roll down my face and into my hair before landing on the pillow behind my head. How could I ever lose this boy? How can I ever give up and let him go? How could I ever live without him?
Edward moved slowly and cautiously, with so much tenderness and love, it made my heart melt. How patient my boy was with me. I could tell he was scared and anxious; he always is. His body shaking, and beads off sweat gather on his forehead as small pants of air leave his lungs. His only wish is to never hurt or harm me in any way.
As he places himself at my entrance, he takes a shaky deep breath just before he pushes in gently, never leaving my eyes as I stare up and into his. His lids flutter closed for a second, but immediately his focus is back to me.
When he pulls almost all the way out of me and glides easily back in, I moan long and low in my chest. He feels incredible and amazing, everything he should be, as he slowly and steadily thrusts back and forth, my heals dig into the back of his thighs pressing him closer to me.
Our mouths moved passionately and eagerly as our bodies thrust and sway together. I can feel every part of him on me; one sweaty body sliding up and down another, causing the most delicious friction .
He pushes and presses, pulls and tugs. His lips are soft and wet against my lips, nipping at my jaw and throat when trying to catch his breath.
His chest, slick with sweat, slides against my chest, his nipples deliciously rubbing against the metal bars in mine, making me scream out his name, pulling him tighter to me as my legs wrap around his butt, affixing him to me.
I'm as hard as fucking hell, and grinding between us, fighting for friction, searching for my release. "Edward, please?" I beg. Eager, I tell ya. Eager.
"Patience, baby. Patience!" He smirks down at me. "You know that patience is a virtue, Jasssssper!" Then he leans back on his heels.
In utter shock want and frustration I boldly grab him by the front of his hair, watching pain make his eyes squint shut, and pull him to me. We're now nose to nose.
In a low gravelly and as dominating as I can fucking muster at this God damn moment voice, I scream at him through clenched teeth.
"Edward Anthony Hale-Cullen, as your loving, fucking wonderful, devoted husband, I demand you to fuck me like your life depends on it. RIGHT NOW!..."
He pulls back with the dirtiest smirk on his face and a menacing dark glint in his eyes, and I swear to the baby Jesus, I felt fear run up my spine.
Placing his forearms under my knees, he pulls me towards him, returning himself to my entrance, easing my thighs up to his shoulders, then pushes back into my heat painfully slow, making his head fall back and my name drop from his lips.
Pushing and pulling, gaining his rhythm, he reaches down and wraps his long, lean fingers around my length. Hearing me whimper and hiss causes him to turn his attention back down to me. His swollen lips are parted and his chest heaves with every breath he takes.
Matching the rhythm of his hips with the rhythm of his strong, powerful hands, he rubs his thumb over the tip with every pass, making my eyes roll back in my head as I tighten my fingers into the bed covers fisting and pulling the soft material.
The intensity is growing in my groin, moving up my thighs, wrapping around my waist and finally landing in my balls, and they tighten and pull, making me want to scream for release into the dark room air, and fuck, I do.
"Edward, Edward ! Fuck! Fuck!... I-I-I'm go-gona-gonna fucking cum."
Leaning forward, dropping my legs to the bed, making my feet land flat footed on the covers. He reaches down, attaching himself to my mouth, sucking and nipping, biting and pulling on my swollen lips, as he keeps pushing, pulling and tugging on my length. He's panting and grunting, trying his best to stay in the moment, knowing he's seconds away from losing it, but intending to wait for me.
Feeling his hot breath on my throat, my ear straining to hear him above his and my own moans and groans. He whispers as my eyes shut tightly, begging my body to give me this second to hear what my boy has to say.
"Jasper, you need to cum. And cum hard all over my chest and yours right now. And if you do, I'll lick you clean, baby!"
I groan deep in my chest. My head pushes back into the pillows as once again he speaks.
"Jasssssper, pleassssse, nooowww?"
And fuck me sideways, I'm gone. I cum and I cum hard all over our chests, painting my boy from belly to shoulder, as I'm still riding my high. Head spinning, eyes shut, I feel him empty his own orgasm into me, my name leaving his lips as he falls to my chest, laying his head on my shoulder.
And at this very moment, I am complete. Our thick, hot, soft, breaths make the room feel humid.
My body and brain are mush, every limb unable to move. My boy has fucked me senseless, and I couldn't be happier. Kissing me tenderly, he leaves our bed heading for the bathroom, returning with a warm, damp wash cloth to wipe me down.
I look at him, smirking, and he returns my look questioningly. "What?"
"What no licking, Edward?" And now we're both doubled over laughing, him smacking me with the cloth before throwing it towards the hamper.
"So not right, Jasper! That's just yucky!" He smiles.
"Edward, did you just say yucky? Cause that's just beyond gay, ya know! And you really shouldn't make a promise you can't keep, babe."
"I've promised to love you and only you forever, Jasper. Isn't that enough?"
Pulling him into my side, holding his warmth close to mine, I sigh contentedly. "Yes, sweetness, it is!"
But as my eyes flutter closed, I feel a tightness in my chest, thinking to myself, But will it be enough to keep Alec Volturi at bay?
But Fuck me. I really love my boy.
Send me some love people and I'll keep it cuming whoops! I mean coming or do I...
As for the next out take I'm really giving it a lot of thought as I dont want to disappoint so bear with me please.
And just to give you a heads up in about 2 chapters we will finally get to hear from Edward. Something happens and we need to hear it from his POV...so I hope that gives you all something to look forward too.