I Ain't Playin' Your Game: Chapter Six
AN: My god, another update from me in the same week. That's a rare treat from me. Hope everyone has a good New Year's.
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JPOV
The next few days after our first 'date' seems to be on repeat. Cullen comes over, annoys the shit out of me, we argue, and then go on another forced date. The only pleasant thing that comes at the end is him almost wearing me down enough that I want and enjoy kissing him. Now if I can just get myself to stop regrettin' it every single time.
Today I'm at his house playin' a video game and beatin' the shit out of Cullen. I've mastered many of them as I haven't spent much time in any sort of social interaction of any kind since movin' here. Yellin' out, "Take that, Cullen," I beat him once again. He rolls his eyes at me and throws the controller down. "Don't be such a baby, I won, you lost," I taunt.
Apparently that is the wrong thing to do as the next thing I know he's launched himself at me and we end up on the floor. Cullen holds both my wrists above my head with an iron grip. Lookin' for a way to escape I don't spot one before he's dry humpin' me. My eyes widen when he does it. What are we, twelve?
Edward licks his lips and keeps glancin' at mine. "Would you just fuckin' kiss me already," I command and want to kick myself for it. Why do I do this to myself? Answer me. Why? His lips touch mine, warm breath spreadin' through my chest.
When Edward's hands loosen around my wrists I move my arms and place my hands on his hips. He's still grindin' his dick against me. Holdin' him still I shift our positions a bit, to a slightly less painful one. Humpin' dry and with zippers in the way isn't all that pleasant to me, but he seems to like it regardless.
Edward's lips trace my jaw up to my ear and he whispers, "You will belong to me, alone." My entire body shivers at his words and the conviction behind them.
"Jasper," Cullen's mom says in the doorway and I'm grateful for the interruption. Instead of going all gooey-eyed over our position like my step-mom would, she chooses to ignore it. "Your dad says you can come home now." Groanin', I push Cullen off me. "Anytime he grounds you out of the house again, you're welcome here," she claims, smirkin' at me. Ahh, so there is a conspiracy goin' on. Yeah, I forgot to mention I got grounded out of my house, instead of in it. My dad told me I can't be stuck inside anymore. Right, if that was true he would have done this before. More interferin', I swear.
"We'll be right down, mom," Cullen calls out to her while borin' absinthe eyes into mine. His mom turns around, leavin' us to ourselves.
Standin' up I adjust myself and turn towards the doorway. The next thing I know the door is bein' pushed shut and I'm shoved against it. "What the fuck, Cullen? Let go of me."
"We're not finished," he growls against my neck and grinds his dick into my ass. Sighin', I cave in and decide to let him get himself off. I'll wait til I get home. Cullen has other plans though and begins undoin' my jeans and shovin' them down along with my underwear. When I feel bare skin and a hard dick against my ass I realize he must have done the same.
Fuck it, I'll go along for the ride, as long as he doesn't try to fuck me. Lickin' my hand I grasp my cock and give it a few good pumps, all while Edward is humpin' my bare ass. He keeps mutterin' under his breath, "So good... Can't wait to fuck you..." and more possessively, "You're mine." I want to roll my eyes at this statement, but am a bit distracted.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Edward chants softly as his orgasm builds. Warm cum splashes my ass and lower back, some of which I'm sure is on my shirt. Turnin' my head I watch his body tremble and drop to his knees. He laps up the cum on my ass and back while I watch, makin' me groan. Pumpin' faster I feel my balls tighten and warmth spread over my skin and let go.
My head hits the door and I find myself on the floor again. Edward licks my cum off me while I catch my breath. Absinthe eyes smile at me and Edward kisses my lips, our tongues tanglin' together, sharin' both our tastes.
Fuck, I don't want to move. Can't I just sleep right here? Knowin' I can't do that I pull my clothes back up. Edward's already put his clothes to rights and is standin', waitin' for me to take his hand. Givin' it to him he pulls me up and holds me tight for a minute before releasin' me.
Cullen is quiet all the way down the stairs and even walks me to my house, but again says nothin'. Weird. Whatever, I'm not paid to know what the cocky motherfucker is thinkin'. He gives me a sad smile and a chaste kiss on the cheek and walks away. There is no, "I'll see you tomorrow." There is nothin' that leads me to believe he's comin' back tomorrow. Imagine my surprise when I find I'm actually upset by this. Rollin' my eyes I go inside and try not to think about it too much.
That night I toss and turn and barely sleep. Even though I try my hardest not to think about Edward, I still do. By the middle of the night I want to pull my hair out. I'm confused by his words of possession and his action of leavin' me with nothin'.
Sometime I fall asleep and it's well past the time I should have been mowin' the yard when I wake up. The only thing that makes my foggy brain decide I ought to get up is the loud sound of a motorcycle. It seems to have stopped in front of my house, but I know no one that has a motorcycle in this town.
Findin' some clothes on the floor of my room, I put them on, not carin' if they're clean or dirty. Curious, I go downstairs and look out my front window. The motorcycle is parked across the street and a tall, dark man, gets off of it. He looks as though he's from the reservation. He probably is.
Edward has been out washin' his car by himself and has no shirt on. The skin I saw as pasty is still the color of moonlight and wet. He gives the man in front of him a huge grin and hugs him. That's when I notice how beautiful the Native American is, tall, muscled, tan skin.
Sneakin' out to my front porch I watch the exchange between the two. Edward hasn't noticed me yet, but I'm sure the other man has. He gives me a wink and says loud enough that I can hear it from here, "I want to thank you for everything you've done for me."
Edward's shoulders shrug and he replies, "It's no big deal."
"Maybe not to you, but it is to me. I want to thank you," he repeats, again, lookin' at me.
"Okay, you've thanked me. What else do you want?" Edward asks, seemin' a bit confused.
"This," he states and large brown hands grab Edward's upper arms to hold him still. I know what's happenin' before I can stop it and feel my stomach drop. The fucker has his lips on my boyfriend. Yep, I admit it. I'm not sure when it happened, but Edward is my boyfriend. No one touches my boyfriend and gets away with it.
Before I know what I'm doin' I explode, "Get your grubby paws off my boyfriend." He only opens his eyes, darin' me to stop him as his mouth continues to explore Edward's. "Fuck you," I shout and race across the street.
Snatchin' Edward away from him I punch the fucker in the jaw. When he places his hand on his jaw and actually looks as if he's tryin' not to laugh, I round on Edward. He's standin' there gapin' at both of us, in shock.
Pushin' Edward against his car I attack his lips, and try not to grimace at the taste of the Native American that lingers there. "You don't get to kiss anyone but me," I growl at him. Edward shoves me off him, angry, and punches me in the stomach. Not speakin' to either one of us he walks back into his house.
"What the fuck?" I shout at him. "I thought that's what you wanted."
The snicker behind me alerts me that I'm not alone. Roundin' on him, I yell, "This is your fault."
Raisin' his brows at me, he says, "I'm not the one that pissed on his leg, in public, I might add."
"I, what?" I question in confusion.
"Dude, you just marked your territory. Which might be fine with him, if you actually wanted to be with him, but I know better." He continues, "I'm Jake, by the way. Bella's boyfriend. She put me up to this." He rolls his eyes at that.
"You planned this?" I choke. When he nods his head, I ask, "Why?"
"Edward's been good to me and Bella. We just want him to be happy and he seems to think you're the one that'll make him happy," he snorts at that last statement. "Don't know what he sees in you. You've been nothin' but a complete ass to him."
Ignorin' him because I know it's true and his reaction is my fault, I ask the only thing I can think of, "Why did you kiss him? You aren't gay." He looked like he enjoyed kissin' Edward far more than he should.
Jake shrugs at me, before explainin', "Sexuality doesn't come in a box, you know. If you took the time to bother getting to know anyone around here you'd know that about me. As a matter of fact I'd kiss you right now if I didn't think you were a total douche."
Lookin' away, uncertain what to say to that, I finally settle on, "I'm sorry for punchin' you."
"Don't worry about it, dude. Now that I've made you jealous, my work here is done," he grins at me. "He can only take so much of you rejecting him before he decides to drop your sorry ass," he warns and gets back on the bike. I wait until the roar of the engine is gone before I walk up to Edward's door.
Takin' a few deep breaths, I know whatever I do now will alter our relationship one way or another. Which way I want to go is the question.