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Only At Night
Chapter four
Real Life
The week was dragging and work and school both sucked. I couldn't wait for Friday. All week of avoiding Jay every chance I got and studying I needed a drink and some stress release. Everyday had been the same thing, classes from nine until twelve, work from twelve-thirty until six, quick dinner and studying until eleven. The course work wasn't exactly hard but it was intense and the sheer volume was overwhelming. I typically used Saturdays and Sundays to try to get ahead on the weeks reading and outlining in between loads of laundry, house work and running errands. There was just never enough time in the day. Friday and Saturday nights were my only down time and I had come to depend on that.
I finished eating my microwave marinara and changed for the bar abandoning the books spread out over the dining room table. I dressed fantasizing that Jasper would be there, knowing he wouldn't, but never the less imagining his hands running up and down my body dipping under the hem of my skirt or up the waist of my top. I slid the high heeled sandals on and recalled Jasper fucking me with nothing but his boots on, me nothing but these very sandals. With the heels I was just tall enough for him to take me, bent over, from behind allowing me a direct view of his boots in between my sandaled feet. I memorized the feel of the soft leather of his boots as I held onto them while he drove into me over and over holding my hips to him keeping me upright. My hand travelled up my sandaled leg with the memory and found the heat and moisture under my panties. Glad I spent so much time memorizing every feature to fuel the fantasy I fell back onto my bed and replaced my hand with Jasper's in my imagination. The things that man could do to me with just his fingers, hmm. Jasper's fingers brought me to yet anther explosion before the fantasy ended with me, alone, on my bed spent. Oh fuck, I'm never going to get o the club at his rate and now I needed to change again.
I was later than usual and of course there was no parking in the lot. Damn that Jasper and his magic fingers. I found a spot a block away and walked back to the bar. I reminded myself to have Emmett walk me to my car if I left alone. Kissing his cheek I walked past Emmett and into the bar. Hard as I tried not to, I couldn't stop my self from looking to his table; of course he wasn't there.
Mike had our shots ready to go when I reached the bar; apparently it was to be a tequila night. I said hello taking my shot and we began our ritual, "1, 2, 3, fuck it!" and downed our shots. Mike knew the first one of the night would be rough so he pushed the napkin full of lime wedges towards me, I gladly took one.
Pretending to wipe down the bar Mike commented, "it is crazy crowded tonight, lots of new faces."
"Huh." I looked around surveying the crowd. Indeed there were a lot of new faces; several with potential, but nothing that came close to my cowboy. I sat at the bar with Mike while he tended to his customers for awhile, sipping my drink, people watching.
"Not dancing tonight Bella?" Mike poured two more shots and grabbed a lime.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I guess I will." We downed our shots and I slid off the stool and walked out to the dance floor. Nothing like 80's dance music to lose your self in. I moved with the thumping beat but paid little attention to the lyrics. I watched people dance and marveled at the connections or lack thereof and assessed who would be leaving with whom, recounting in my mind which men I had left with over the past five years. Several prior conquests smiled or winked at me as I scanned the crowd. Most of them knew better than to think there would be a repeat performance.
A new face caught my eye as I looked around and he mistook it as an invitation. I watched as he danced his way over to my place on the crowded floor. He was good looking in a pretty boy sort of way, entirely too confident, dressed in overpriced club clothes, and I smiled as he checked him self in the mirrors as he made his final approach. I was sure he spent more time on his thick black hair alone than it took me to get ready, even with the distraction and resulting wardrobe change. I checked him out from head to toe as he stood before me, he was in good shape and his russet brown skin gave him a mysterious aura. The black V neck silk sweater hung nicely over his broad chest and shoulders. It probably cost him more that I paid for my best winter coat. The pleats on the front of his slate grey slacks suggested slimmer hips creating even more of an illusion of the perfect v shape he already had. Expensive shoes, but soft as the leather looked; it did nothing for me with the memory of supple leather cowboy boots between my feet.
"So, do you like what you see gorgeous?"
Oh hell, it speaks. Stupid ass come on lines to top it off. Fine, it was going to be a long night.
"Shut up and turn around for me and let me finish looking."
"You won't be disappointed baby." He said as he turned for me.
Ugh. "I thought I said to shut up, your ruining it." Why do I even bother?
He did a full circle and turned back to face me and I resumed dancing; not really with him, but not really alone. He took my silence as further invitation to join me and began dancing.
It only took him one song before his hands started wandering up my back and down towards my ass.
"I need a drink." I walked out of his groping clutches and pulled him behind me to the bar.
He ordered a beer and I ordered tequila, no sense changing now. Mike returned with the drinks and backed away watching me out of the corner of his eye.
"So, I'm Jake, what's your name?" The pretty boy turned my stool into his as he asked.
"My name is Bella."
"Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Jake liked to lay it on thick.
Mike smirked behind the bar as he took a drink order from a scantily clad redhead next to us. I watched her flirt with Mike, giggling and twirling her hair as she leaned over the bar exposing her ample cleavage to him. I smiled as Mike leaned over to her closing the distance to her breasts to mere centimeters, grazing them with his outstretched finger as he placed her drink on the bar right between her now heaving tits.
"And who might you be sugar?" I loved to watch Mike play, he was a pro.
She gasped at the touch and the cold glass now touching her bare skin. I thought she might pass out as she stuttered her name to him so low I couldn't hear. Obviously that had been her plan because Mike had to lean his ear closer to her to hear her. His mouth now dangerously close to her cleavage, he blew lightly across her exposed skin causing her to gasp again. Mike winked at me and I had to stifle the laugh that was building.
It was my turn to treat Mike to a show. As I was now facing Jake on the bar stool with my legs between his, I crossed my outside leg over my knee toward the bar, leaned over toward Jake placing my hands on his biceps and said "You must work out, your arms are so big."
As expected, he ate it up and started tracing his fingers up the inside of my crossed leg. I leaned farther into Jake to whisper into his ear and wink at Mike who was now less than a foot from me leaning over the nameless red head's chest.
"Oh, and your hands are so big and strong Jake."
Mike was having a hard time containing him self and focused back on the redhead, "I get off at two, why don't you go dance for me until then baby." She did as she was told and Mike watched her as he worked, plying her with heavy handed shots into her drinks the rest of the evening.
I spent the rest of the evening dancing with Jake, letting him buy me drinks and pretending to be put out by his never-ending, escalating advances.
Mike called last call and we reclaimed our seats next to the redhead at the bar. Mike brought Jake another beer, me a very weak drink and big red a nice heavy handed margarita. I laughed.
"My place or yours beautiful?" Jake asked moving a stray hair from my face.
I realized I just didn't want to be bothered. "I have to work in the morning."
"Well, then let's make it your place, I'll be gone before you have to get ready for work." He was getting desperate.
Mike was watching me now. Any other night I would have been signaling him for my purse. He was waiting for that.
"No, I'm sorry, it's late and I'm tired."
Mike's jaw dropped before he could quickly recover, snapping it shut and turning his attention back to his redhead.
Jake was not so quick to recover. "Come on baby, don't be like that."
"Maybe next time." Like hell, he'd probably be done in four minutes and there was no way he'd even know how to treat me the way Jasper did.
"Ok, why don't you give me your number?" Jake pulled his cell phone out of his pocket preparing to enter my number. Over confident little prick. I rattled off the number to the bar and watched Mike's face; he licked his lips, looked at me and winked.
Jake walked off and I retrieved my purse from Mike saying goodnight before he could say anything else. I used the ladies room killing time before Emmett would be free to walk me to my car. I was just finishing up when Emmett's fiancé Rosalie came in looking for me. I had only met her once before, she didn't typically come to the bar. Emmett was the jealous type and couldn't stand to watch guys hitting on her or really even looking at her. With her stunning good looks it made being at the bar when he was working problematic. She had mentioned the one time I met her that she didn't like being there when he was working so she didn't come in much. They were perfect for each other, and I knew Emmett was crazy about her.
"Hey Bella, how are you?" Rosalie asked stepping into the room and walking over to the mirror to touch up her lipstick.
"Hi Rosalie, I'm good, you?"
"Great, starting wedding plans, you know, busy. Emmett sent me to look for you he thought you might need an escort to your car. Some guy is hanging around out front." She smacked her lips on the tissue.
My heart stopped. "What guy?" Could it be Jasper, no Bella, don't get your hopes up it's not going to be Jasper.
"Good looking," yeah, "built, dark hair…."
I quit listening, it wasn't Jasper.
"Oh, yeah, if you guys wouldn't mind, I had to park about a block away."
"Of course, he'd never let you walk alone Bella, you know that. He is very protective of you."
"You have got a great guy there Rosalie."
"Oh, I know it, thanks though. Hey, maybe we could get together for lunch some time?"
"Yeah, that would be great."
We walked to my car, Rosalie suggesting places for lunch. Emmett was happy to hear of our girl time plans. Rosalie was new to town and didn't know many people and Emmett knew I didn't really have girl friends. I thanked them and we said our goodbyes, Emmett insisted that I pull away before they would leave. I went home alone for the first time in a long time. Oddly enough it was by choice.
Saturday night I stayed in to catch up on studying and laundry. I sent Emmett and Mike each a test so that they wouldn't be worried. I accomplished little, my thoughts kept drifting from my studying to my weekend with Jasper. Suffering from an overactive imagination I vacillated from picturing him married with kids, to a player with a woman in every city, to emotionally closed off with commitment, trust, and self esteem issues. No wait; that last one was me. I kept going over it in my mind. We barely spoke, didn't really tell each other anything about ourselves. We had made no promises of anything further, no requests for anything more.
It hit me suddenly, he did ask me if I wanted more, he asked 'is it what you want?' I said 'yes', then he asked 'is it all you want?' I had said 'yes'. Why did he ask it that way? Did he want more or was he just ensuring that I didn't? Maybe it was all he was capable of too. Damn it, what the hell was I doing? It was nothing more than great sex. I knew nothing about him, he knew nothing about me, so why did it feel like he was the only one who ever knew me, knew what I needed, and knew what I wanted. Why the hell did I feel like I knew him better than anyone else in my life?
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. Damn him, he's gone and still he's fucking with my perfect plan, 'if you don't ever care, it won't ever hurt'.
I forced myself to study all day Sunday. I went through the motions at work and at school. I actually got a lot done considering how distracted I was all week. I really never took the time to get to know any of my classmates over the past two and a half years. The first year several of the guys tried to hit on me and several of the girls attempted to befriend me. I tried to be polite, at least to the girls, but never expanded the conversation beyond school work. I would occasionally study with a small group one of the professors formed the first semester, it helped to get other's insights into the cases we were covering.
By the end of the first year though, when grades were posted and my student id number came up as number one in the class ranking, things changed. The guys gave up on pursuing me, rationalizing that I would be no fun; I must just be a book worm. The girls mostly didn't understand why all the guys seemed to want me and I must be a bitch because I rejected all of them. The truth was, I was no more capable of a relationship then than I had been the previous four years in undergrad. I tried twice then, but I just wasn't able to open up, I destroyed the relationships before they really started. The fragments of my heart were still lying in shattered pieces on the forest floor in Forks Washington.
When I started law school I vowed not to make that mistake again, new mantra, 'don't shit where you eat'. That meant school, work, and neighbors. The risk of getting sucked into a relationship I couldn't actively partake in was just too great. If I limited my self to one night stands with strangers it would get me through the nights, address my physical needs and isolate me enough to accomplish the plan, 'if you don't ever care, it won't ever hurt'.
I made it to the club early on Friday finding a spot in the back lot. I didn't feel like talking much so after my first round of shots with Mike I hit the dance floor. People pretty much left me alone but the crowd was starting to grow and by the third time I got hit on I was becoming annoyed. Rudely declining the latest attempt to grind up against me I stalked off the floor signaling Mike as I walked that I needed a drink. My shot was ready when I reached the bar. We barely finished the second round of the evening when the grinding glutton for punishment grabbed my arm attempting to pull me off my stool and back to the dance floor, Mike stiffened behind the bar as I too loudly said "Get your fucking hands off of me."
"Shit, sorry." He walked away from the bar muttering under his breath "bitch" as he left.
"Okay Bella, what's going on?" Mike refilled my glass with another shot.
"Nothing." I grunted under my breath.
"Bullshit, just exactly what happened with your cowboy Bella?" Damn it, Mike was just too perceptive, he'd been bartending too long, nothing got past him.
"I spent the entire weekend with him." I mumbled.
"What! You never do that." He looked concerned.
"I know."
"Are you seeing him again?" He picked up a bar mop and wiped down the bar looking away.
"No, he doesn't even live here."
"Has he called Bella?" Mike rinsed out the bar mop.
"No, we didn't exchange numbers, last names, nothing."
"Huh!"
"It's just as well Mike."
I counted us off for the next shot and slammed the empty glass back on the bar before going back to the dance floor. I ignored everyone and lost myself in the music refusing to open my eyes, closing out the miserable world outside my self. At least an hour passed and the DJ put on some lame ass slow song and I headed for the bar before anyone could grab me. I searched for Mike; he was at the far end of the bar. I signaled him for a drink, but he stopped cold, stared at me, and shifted his eyes to my occupied stool and back to me nervously.
Shit what the….
Jasper!
Jasper sat in my stool facing the bar watching me in the mirror. I caught his eye and smiled effortlessly. I quickened my pace slightly and bee lined straight for him. As I approached he held out my glass, eyes still on mine in the mirror, raising his glass as I took my drink he counted us off "1, 2, 3, hi."
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Oh god, the effect this man was having on me was just too much. Any other guy, any other time, I would have gone into outright panic mode. Who was he, why was he here, what did he want; all the mundane questions that should have been circling like a twister threatening to carry me away were nowhere to be found. I was happy to see him, just plain happy.
He turned his stool into mine and sat facing me, just staring into my eyes. His strong hand taking mine, intertwining our fingers; a smile that lightened his eyes made its way across his handsome face while his free hand gently moved my hair out of my eyes, tucking in behind my ear.
Mike broke the silent exchange pouring two more shots. Jasper looked up to Mike nodding.
"Good to see you again, how you doin?" Mike finished pouring the shots and slid them closer to us.
"Better now. Thanks, Mike. There are only 2 aren't you joining us?" Jasper turned our stools to face Mike.
"Um, sure." Mike poured another shot and we all raised our glassed as Mike counted us off "1, 2, 3 welcome back."
The following silence probably looked odd to any one watching the interaction between us. We both seemed content to just sit side by side watching one another in the mirror. Two beers later Jasper leaned over and whispered into my ear "Do you want to get out of here, I have something for you."
"Yes."
Jasper stood, pulling out my stool, attracting Mike's attention he paid the tab and Mike handed my purse to me saying "goodnight."
As Japer turned around Mike mouthed, "text me that you're ok". I nodded, Jasper squeezed my hand lightly and we walked to the door. Jasper shook Emmett's hand and Emmett kissed my cheek whispering, "text me or I'm coming to find you."
I stifled the laugh and shook my head at him.
"Jasper, let's take my car, I don't want Emmett standing lookout again until I retrieve it." I handed him the keys and led him into the dark parking lot. Jasper opened my door and leaned in to kiss me before closing it securely and walking around to the driver's side. Getting in he slid the seat back to accommodate his long legs and I eyed his boots smiling from the memory they invoked. Sliding the key into the ignition Jasper leaned over pulling me into a deep kiss before turning the key. I leaned closer into Jasper deepening the kiss and pulling him into me by his upper arm. I couldn't get him close enough and he seemed to feel the same as he pulled me by the waist towards him. The gear shift an obstruction, like the Great Wall of China, between us, keeping us from our desired destination. I broke the kiss and swore under my breath, Jasper held me by my waist as I climbed over the gear shift straddling Jasper, wedged between his hard chest and the steering wheel. He released the seat lock sliding it as far back as it would go and repositioned him self underneath me.
Grateful that I selected a skirt and thong again tonight I reached between our bodies and undid the button of his jeans while his hands pulled my skirt up moving the offending material out of the way and hiding us underneath the flair of the fabric. I preceded pulling down his zipper carefully, recalling that he tended to skip the skivvies, and not wanting to ruin the night with a zipper mishap. His glorious cock sprang out for me and I felt like I was greeting an old friend, stoking it in my hand firmly to say hello.
Jasper leaned forward trying to reach his back pocket, presumably for a condom. I reached around him with my free hand, pressing against his now hard appendage and pulled his wallet out of his pocket handing it to him. Returning to my efforts on his cock while he prepared the condom I leaned back as that he could roll it on with my help.
My cowboy looked up into my eyes smiling "is this ok darlin'?"
"I saddled up didn't I cowboy?" I winked at him and knelt slightly, lifting my hips as he lifted me by the waist, lowering me to him. He penetrated lightly and hesitated before lowering me further onto him. Oh god, he felt so good. I dropped my head back and inched forward for better leverage while he lifted me up and lowered me. Using my knees I helped him to rise and lower my hips deeper onto him. We started slowly and his hips began to buck under me, rising to meet me. This wasn't going to last long, we were both too needy. Pace hastened and I yelled out for him as we both lost control and I fell back onto the steering wheel for support.
Grabbing for the Kleenex box I climbed off of Jasper before I could destroy his jeans and handed him some tissues for the condom while I cleaned myself up. He zipped up and turned the key in the ignition while I rearranged my thong and skirt and sat back into my seat.
Jasper drove straight to his hotel and parked the car. He opened my door and led me back to his suite following the familiar pattern of placing his key and my purse onto the table in the foyer, he pulled my cell phone out, handing it to me, "Don't forget to text Emmett and Mike, I don't want them mad at me."
I laughed.
"Drink?"
"Sure."
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