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Part: 3/4
JASPER- I am a man who knows what he wants and hopes it comes to him
Growing up in a small town in Texas wasn't easy. Our parents were teenagers when they had us so our mother's parents mainly raised us. Grandma did the best she could but it's not easy raising two boys on a fixed income- especially when most of your money went to your alcoholic husband.
Grandpa Bill was an evil man with a temper to match. Edward and I were his personal punching bags the minute Gran every left the house. He hated us. We were a constant reminder of our bastard father who took his little girl away. Edward always got it worse because unlike me he hated playing outside or watching football. Grandpa would always call him 'fairyboy' and destroy his books.
I didn't blame Edward one bit when left to go to school. My brother was too smart of his own good and I would have been more pissed if he stayed in Texas. I just hated that he didn't even tell me he was leaving. It was like Washington was supposed to be all his own- a fresh start from his backwoods family. I found out later that he even went as far as to change his name to our Grandma's maiden name, Cullen, to escape his past.
Edward has always had this dark cloud surrounding him that makes it impossible for him to care about anyone but himself. We're fraternal twins, and I know what he's feeling even though he would never tell me. I can sense the hurt, anger, greed he wears under the façade he projects every day. Edward is a shell of a man and it kills me.
When I came to Washington after grad school I was surprised to find out he found someone special enough to move into his apartment. I remember feeling a sense of relief when I met Jacob. He was barely legal but had a light spirit that poured off him. If anyone could fix my brother it would be him.
But of course, Edward always ruins his pretty things. I watched as Jacob was subject to my brother's angry fits, where his only mission is to say the most hurtful words to you. He had our Granddad's spirit in him and several times I saw him lash out at Jacob. The kid is either an angel or struck by love, because he stuck by him.
Edward has become much more subdued over the years thanks to his husband, but when I look at Jacob I don't see the same guy I saw five years ago. His eyes don't shine quite as bright anymore because of my brother and if I'm honest with myself I hate him for it. If he had any soul at all he'd let Jake go, but the bastard wants a son more than anything, and what Edward wants he tends to get.
The sound of my bedmate whimpering mused me out of my thoughts. "I'm right here darling," I purred into his ear. The man moved toward my voice and the warmth of his cheek against my chest made me smile.
He was so beautiful, the beacon of light in my fucked up life. I slid my fingers through his ebony hair and smiled as I felt him leave open mouthed kisses against my ribcage. "No use in pretending, you're awake now." I felt him smile and looked down to see him staring up at me. He never failed to take my breath away.
"I don't want to get out of bed," he whined. "But Mother Nature is definitely calling."
I watched his ass as he left the bed. I'd never seen a more beautiful ass in all my life. It's a shame he doesn't realize his own beauty. If he'd stay with me he would never have to second guess himself.
My phone vibrated on my dresser. I groaned but reached to pick it up. "Hello?"
"We have a benefit dinner Friday and you're going to have to get a new tux. The one you wore at Christmas looked like it came from Goodwill."
I rolled my eyes at classic Edward. "Nice to hear from you too."
"Sorry, I'm in the middle of something. Just make sure you get the tux, but not in charcoal gray- I got a suit custom fitted in that color."
"Of course, God forbid we wear the same color."
Edward hung up without saying goodbye, not that I was surprised. "Who was it babe?" Jacob asked as he made his way back to the bed.
The familiar guilt settled in my stomach. The reality would inevitably set in but if I could keep us in our blissful world for a few more hours I would. "Betty from work, she was calling to see if I could cover one of her shifts next week," I lied smoothly.
