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Chapter 14

Chief Swan knows the right people.

After a few phone calls, we learn that last night Jasper Hale used his credit card to pay for three rooms in a motel near Seattle.

"Off we go." Emmett's voice is high-pitched with excitement. "If they checked in yesterday, there's a good chance they're still there."

I don't share the enthusiasm to the same extent, but yet, my heart suddenly beats faster.

Now what? Do I want to see him, actually?

Being betrayed, being played with, can this be undone? Can I overcome the bitter taste in my mouth when I think about him?

Truth be told, I desperately want to see him. I want to beat the living shit out of him first, then fuck him into oblivion, and then kiss those immaculate lips for hours. Yes, in that order.

And, after I'm finished with him, I'd let him speak and explain. Maybe he had a reason to disappear and never call…

"Let's go, Chief." Emmett jumps from one foot to the other. He reminds me of a child begging for a treat. "Why are we wasting time? Go start that cruiser."

"Are you out of your mind?" Chief Swan cuts him off. "Seattle is out of my jurisdiction. I can't be of any more help."

Well, of course. Why not let us cope with a bunch of criminals on our own.

"But won't you pursue them for insurance fraud?"

"I have no reason. They haven't committed a crime here in Forks. Their plan didn't work, they couldn't sue Tyler because of their premature escape. In fact, the way things turned out, they can sue you, Mr. McCarty, for kidnapping Mr. Hale. Have you thought about that?"

"No way!" Emmett shakes his head. "You can't be serious, Sir."

"Oh yes, I am, young man. I have yet to investigate the mishaps with that vehicle, but I can do nothing else for you right now. I'll be with you in my thoughts."

Dismissing us with one swift movement of his hand, Chief Swan slides the Riley Biers leaflet back to the center of the desk and digs into the moustache. He's no longer looking at us when he says, "Go, and keep me updated."

Emmett and I step out of the building, not knowing what to say to each other. It's still early in the morning. The first rays of sun reflect off the rooftops of the few cars in the parking lot, and one of them shines alluringly. It's my silver Volvo, inviting me to make myself comfortable in the driver's seat and step on that gas pedal.

"Guess it's the two of us now." I break the silence. "There's my car. We can be there in a few hours."

Make that three hours. I didn't even look at the mileage. I knew I was driving fast, and it felt like flying.

And then, bang, we're in front of a motel door. I'm shivering and cursing, the hairs on my neck stand, and my lips are numb because I'm squeezing them too hard.

It's either minutes or hours before I knock. When the door opens, there he stands, and 'oooh' doesn't even begin to describe him… Wearing only a towel around his waist, a droplet of water hanging from one of his million eyelashes, he freezes on the spot, mouth agape, eyes widely open. His chest doesn't move, and at the same time, I realize mine isn't moving either – we have stopped breathing.

I hate him, from the bottom of my heart.

I hate him. For being so beautiful. For rendering me so weak. For misleading me. I hate him for his existence.

Emmett abandons my side, mumbling "Not Rosalie". I can't blame him. He's off in search of another door.

Jasper pulls my sleeve and drags me inside, and I kick the door closed. Then I punch, hard. He whines, as I've hit where his ribs have just healed, maybe breaking one or two of them again. He falls to his knees; I grab at his hair and pull with all the strength I have left. I pull some more, turning turn his face toward me, and my free hand flies to his jaw. The sound is excruciating; he spits blood. I'm still tugging at his hair. It's no more silken, and it burns my palm. I let go. I bend, grabbing his shoulders, and my knee finds his torso. I hold him tightly so he doesn't fall, but he starts cursing.

"Shit, shit, shit, Edward, stop it, for fuck's -" A fountain of blood from his mouth interrupts him mid-sentence.

"Do you want me to stop, Jasper?" I hiss. "Really?" Yeah, I'm sarcastic.

He nods, swallowing his own blood and spit.

"Okay, I'll stop." I let go of his shoulders. He sits on his heels, hiding his face in his palms. "Look at me, Jasper."

His beautiful face is uncovered, eyes wide open again to meet my gaze.

Tears stream down his cheeks, and I almost feel pity for him. Almost.

"I was supposed to give you a blowjob, remember?" I hear a hiccup. "Do you remember, Jasper? And now, I only want to give you a good beating, turn you into a mess, because you're so beautiful, you son of a bitch, and I can't stop loving you!" I'm shouting, and I kick his torso again because this whole thing is out of my control. I shouldn't have come here.

I suddenly realize the towel around his waist is undone and fallen to the ground. He's stark naked, sobbing in my feet.

My baby is crying… I can't stop the thought.

Shush, you. He's the enemy. We're enemies.

"Edward, please." I hear through his sobs.

Edward is not going to please you, Jasper. Edward wants his revenge.

A sudden rush of adrenaline fills my muscles with unsuspected strength. I lift his body and carry him to the bed. While I lay him down, he watches me in total disbelief. I undo the buckle of my belt, and not even trying to pull my trousers all the way down, I straddle him and roughly place the head of my semi-erect cock over his lips.

"Suck," I shout. "Suck me!"

I know I nearly broke his jaw, and it probably hurts to open his mouth, but he does it. He parts his lips slowly, and in the next moment, I watch half of my cock disappear.

I've dreamt so many times of this.

But not in this way. Not this fucking way…

Now we're both shedding tears, and for reasons unknown, I'm fully aroused. I fuck his mouth like it's my last moment on Earth. I want to pour my hatred down his throat, have him swallow it and make it disappear. I despise him and I love him. I focus on his full lips. His eyes are closed and he looks as if he's asleep, like he's back in that hospital bed, unconscious. But this time, I know I'm hurting him, and I can't stop myself from fucking that mouth.

When I come, I shout.

"Look at me, Jasper! Look at me, you bastard! I loved you! I… Shit! I love you." I pull out, and my semen covers his neck and collarbones.

Contrasting my screams, his voice comes low, almost a whisper.

"I love you, too, Edward. That's why I had to disappear."

I jump to my feet and pick up the towel. I have to clean off my own cum, his blood and saliva, and any trace of this whole act of nonsense. I put my pants back on, then sit on the floor next to the bed, while he still lies naked, all messed up in our body fluids, and probably in pain.

"Yeah? Well, Jasper, care to elaborate?"

Now, I'm ready to listen.