A/N: The moment you have all been waiting for: Jasper's POV from chapter 1. This was tough to write, even though I knew where he was coming from it takes away the mystery and I'm hoping it doesn't cool the heat you all feel for him. He is still one sexy cowboy in my eyes and maybe even sexier for it. Let me know, is it better when he keeps his thoughts to himself or do you want to hear more from his POV? Also I know it doesn't exactly keep with the flow of the story but the actual chapter 5 will be up in a couple days and this is really just a treat because so many of you begged for it.
Thanks for all the reviews and alerts and favorites, I'm dumbfounded by your generosity and kind words. Special thanks to SaffronAngel and HaletoNorthman for agreeing to take Jasper for a weekend so that my husband doesn't kill him in a jealous rage. Line up for Jasper weekends starts now.
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Chapter five
JPOV
Damn, leaning into the window of the cab to pay I hit my head on the roof as a blinding light from a pair of headlights swinging into a parking space across the street swept across my face. Blinking the blinding spots from my eyes I looked up at the driver getting out of the car. She turned her ankle slightly climbing out and cursed softly looking to the ground for the cause. Apparently not finding the offending obstacle she closed the car door behind her. She has a thin build but toned. Long chestnut brown hair hung down over her shoulders covering her face as she continued to look at the ground trying to pull her too short black skirt down. Hanging back I waited to see if she was getting into the line before I stepped away from the cab.
Oh my God, holy hell; she looked up at the line and quickly looked down to her feet again. She's beautiful. Not in the traditional ways, beyond that, it's like a beauty that radiates from deep within. Her skin so fair, and so smooth, shimmers in the light of the street lamps. The instant pull I feel to her is absolute, like my fate and destiny just crossed the street in front of me. As she safely reaches the curb I tapped the cab door to send him off completely forgetting my change. Shit, she bypassed the line and walked straight to the burly dark haired bouncer with the 1000 watt smile as soon as he saw her. Fuck, I wonder if it's her boyfriend.
Shit, she's an angel. The bouncer pulled her into a friendly hug and she kissed his cheek and smiled. Oh my God, that smile, so warm, so perfect. Looking nervous, biting her bottom lip, for the briefest second she scanned the people in line and returned her attention to the ground. The minute she floated behind him to the door his face changed; the smile faded to a frown and he shook his head so slightly it was almost imperceptible. Well probably to anyone but me since I seem to be staring like a god damn stalker. Definitely not her boyfriend. Maybe she works here. Why the hell is a woman that beautiful that self conscious?
The line moved forward as I tried to gather any hint of information about the brown haired angel that just sparked life into my otherwise empty soul. My eyes sought her out immediately as I entered the club. Standing at the bar she hands her purse across to the bartender tucking it safely under the bar. Taking a shot the bartender held out to her, it sounded like they said '1, 2, 3 fuck it' as I crossed not ten feet behind her stool. Ok, well she didn't work here. Was the bartender her boyfriend? If not she was a regular customer. I found a table with excellent vantage points of the bar and the dance floor and sat down ordering a drink from the waitress. I don't want to make an ass out of myself if she is with someone so I'd watch and wait for a few minutes as she chats with the bartender. He eyed a blonde woman just behind my angel and checked out her ass. Nope, couldn't be her boyfriend, well he was a jackass that didn't deserve her if he was. She slid off the stool and headed for the dance floor, maybe she was joining the group of girls dancing in the front. No, she looked around and must not have seen anyone she knew, she walked half way across the floor and just started swaying her hips.
Oh shit, she closed her eyes and moved in rhythm to the blaring music. Fuck that was beyond sexy the way she just danced by her self. It seemed like a new confidence over took her. That girl out front that wouldn't make eye contact except with the ground was now garnering the attention of every man in the room. Oh, HELL No. The most absurd feelings of jealousy completely over took me like a tsunami.
Ok, what did I know so far? Well she was beautiful, but I don't think she'd agree. She hid her face too much and she doesn't strut around the way women who know how beautiful they are do. There seem to be two sides to her. Outside, ok it was less than two minutes but still, she was self conscious, almost shy and well clumsy; she did trip on her own foot. She walked in here and all I saw was confidence, comfort and shit, grace. She danced like a damn angel. Hmm, she was more comfortable in here than outside.
Ok, good, I could work with that, what else, what else do I know? Her car isn't flashy; it's mid-priced, compact, not sporty, and it is practical. Struggling to remember details, it was clean, like it was just washed, clean. The windshield was streak free, no dirt since she last used her wipers, which would have been today possibly. The oil change sticker hung prominently in the window. She takes impeccable care of her car.
Now, what about her, does she take as much care of her self? Bare nails, faded light color on her toes, her hair is long and bounces with natural curls. It doesn't look 'done' it falls naturally down her back, soft not stiff from too much hair spray. I don't think she spent much time, if any, on it. Her hair was just naturally beautiful. Her clothes are stylish but not expensive, not designer. They certainly didn't fall off any runway in New York or Milan. Focus damn it, don't go there. They don't scream trunk show, more like a decent store in a mall.
Makeup, pretty natural looking, she definitely wore some but she certainly didn't sit in front of a mirror for an hour mixing and applying and blending to work magic. If I had to guess I'd say her makeup enhanced her beauty but certainly wasn't responsible for it.
The impression forming is that she takes better care of her car than of her self. Hmm, she never once looked at herself in the mirrors surrounding the dance floor. Every other woman in here has secretly checked either their hair or outfit or makeup in the mirrors, but not her, not my angel.
Oh shit, some little weasel was approaching her. I'm sitting here like an ass working up the nerve to approach that brown haired goddess and some little punk was going to stake claim. What the fuck is wrong with me, move it asswipe get up and get over there. I started to stand and he must have spoken to her, she frowned and holy shit, she turned her back on him. She never even opened her eyes and she just turned her back to him. Oh this was too much, he's going in again. That glorious thick mane of brown hair swung around her shoulder and I swear she said "get lost".
What the hell? This made no sense. As the tool walked away dejected she opened her eyes with the most aggravated look on her face. Looking to the bar she started dancing towards it. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, she was amazing. Shit, her eyes meet mine as she is halfway to the bar. I am so busted. Don't back down, don't blink, damn it just keep staring at her, see what she does. I'll be damned, I think she likes it. The bartender held a shot up to her as she walked up finally breaking her visual contact with me. Again the bartender toasted her with "1, 2, 3" and handed her a drink from under the bar, she put her pouty lips to the straw and seductively sucked at the contents. Oh motherofallthatisholy I want that mouth…. She handed the drink back to the bartender and he placed it under the bar. Definitely a regular and he definitely watched her back. He wasn't interested though, he was flirting with every other scantily clad woman in the place. The angel was getting back up. Okay, game on.
She looked straight at me and walked back the dance floor. Fuck, she's shaking her tight little ass right at me. Don't friggin' blow it, she's interested. Why, she just told some guy she didn't even bother to look at to get lost. Alright I am pretty easy on the eyes, but still, what changed? Is it because I didn't approach her? I'll be damned, that had to be it; she liked the game. I snickered right as she turned around and locked the most amazing pair of brown eyes onto mine as she started to gyrate her hips. Shit, she wanted to dance for me. Oh hell yeah, I would just sit back and watch, let her call the shots for now.
Deep down I knew right at this precise moment in time I'd giver her anything she needed or wanted. Boy did she know how to put on a show, she didn't take her eyes off mine while she traced her fingers down her firm breasts and up her toned thighs. Oh she didn't, she just gave a glimpse of the black lace between her legs under the skimpy ass skirt. I was just fantasizing about that little black skirt over the lamp next to my bed when another guy sauntered up behind her like he owned her, shitfucksonofabitch was she using me to make some douche bag jealous? Oh, hell no, he just ground his hips into her back and looked straight at me before whispering into her ear. She whispered something back but did not unlock her eyes from mine. Fuck, his hands were all over her, running down her stomach, over her…, shit he wasn't. I could feel the green monster threatening to overtake me if he didn't get his hands off of her when suddenly he trailed his hands to her ass and slapped it. He slapped her damn ass and she never took her eyes off mine. He whispered down to her and shit, he fucking winked at me and turned and started dancing with someone else.
Holy crap. Did I walk through that door into some crazy ass alternate dimension? I've never been so turned on in my life. Shit, she was walking directly towards me eyes still locked to mine. Was she coming over here? Oh hell, I'm going to jump her, throw her across this table and drive into her right in front of the crowded bar. Oh that fucking little tease, she sharply turned and headed to the bar.
Seems the bartender was amused, as he sported a shit-eating grin across his face as he handed her a shot that she took and threw back after counting again while she remained standing giving me a clear view of her ass. The bartender kept looking up eyeing me and reported back that I was still admiring the view as he pretended to wash glasses.
Holy Fuck, she was playing with me and it was going to cost her. She fucking bent at the waist and played with her shoe providing me with a clear view of her ass as that skimpy soon to be lamp shade rose to show the string of her thong and tight cheeks.
To hell with this, I'm going over there; two can definitely play at this. That is if I can walk with this raging hard on. Standing, I pulled cash out of my pocket flagging the waitress and adjusting my shirt, thank god I wore the black one, trying to cover the evidence from everyone in the bar. I had no idea what I was going to say when I got there, I realized as I was two steps committed to my dumbass plan. Then I saw the bartender retrieving her purse setting it on the counter and I had my answer. Two could definitely play this game. She stared straight at me as I slowly walked to her holding her stare as a plan came to mind. She clearly liked what she saw as her eyes travelled up and down my body like a side of beef at auction. I gambled that mysterious would turn her on, ok, turn her on even more than she already was.
I walked straight up to her keeping my eyes on hers until I reached her, slid one foot between her shoes pressing my left hip hard into her and leaned over to the bartender. His eyes were the size of saucers and I had the distinct impression that if I screwed this up I'd be getting my ass kicked in the alley. I slid a hundred dollar bill across the bar.
"I believe this should cover yours and the little lady's drinks this evening." I made sure to drag my southern drawl out as much as I could.
"And then some, sir." He reached across the bar retrieving the bill.
"Good, the rest is yours. Have a nice night now." God I hoped I wasn't way off base here.
"Thank you." He handed me her purse over the bar. Shit, thank God, I might just get out of here with her and not with an ass kicking.
Leaning back from her hip, my hardened dick resenting the release of pressure, I held her purse out to her. She reached out and took it and leaned forward into me and I reached for her hand. This was it, she would take it or she wouldn't. What the hell would I do if she didn't? She put her hand in mine and I smiled, pulling her gently behind me as I walked to the door.
Oh hell, now it seems I have to make it past the dark haired behemoth bouncer. He raised his eyebrows at her and shifted his glare to me and back to her again. Jesus, too much testosterone, he stuck his chest out and barked "Have a good evening, see ya tomorrow."
I looked him in the eye; at least he wasn't any taller than me, and nodded. Yeah, I heard you she'll be missed, I got it.
I walked her to the first cab in line and opened the door for her, which seemed to surprise her. Was it the cab or opening the door that came as a surprise?
She climbed in and slid halfway across the seat stopping dead center of the cab. I climbed in after her and leaned forward to tell the cabbie the destination. I could barely get the name of the hotel out of my mouth, my throat constricting from the blood rushing down south. God I hoped she didn't hear that pathetic display.
I have to control this situation before I make an ass out of myself so I put my hand on her knee rubbing gentle circles on the inside of her leg and worked slowly up. God her skin was so soft and hot, sparks flew through my finger tips from just touching her sweet skin.
God, she spread her legs for me and out of the corner of my eye I could see her watching the cabbie through the mirror. What the hell? She smiled as I kept rubbing little circles higher up her thighs and she reached over to my leg tracing her fingers up and to my rock hard cock. No way I was taking her in this cab with that fucking cabbie watching, she deserved better than that.
That was it. I had to show her that she deserved better than that, she deserved to be treated like the goddess she was. She deserved my full attention and I would gladly give it to her.
I helped her out of the cab and kept her hand, leading her to the doors of the hotel lobby. Once through the door I guided her by the small of her back to the elevators. The feel of her skin was so charged I didn't dare to move my hand.
When we walked out of the elevator into the penthouse I could feel her shock and unease. She certainly wasn't used to this opulence. I, on the other hand, was and couldn't wait to share it with her, if I didn't send her running and screaming first.
She looked around taking it in and then started looking back and forth between the two doors in the foyer. Ah, she hadn't left for the ladies room once all night and her nerves were probably working at her.
"Restroom's over there."
Take it slow asshole, don't give her the idea she's only here for a quick fuck. Make it about her; make her feel comfortable, sexy. The bar, the bar had made her feel comfortable, go find some whiskey.
I am a lucky bastard. Same brand she drank with the bartender. Ok, shots and dancing, that made her comfortable. Figure out what she wants, what she needs, and give it to her, give her what she needs. I have to find some way to make this more than one night, but is that something she would want?
The bathroom door opened and she floated across the floor like an angel. My hand started to shake as I held her shot out to her and I couldn't believe the effect this woman was having on me. She took the shot and flashed that incredible smile at me, I smirked and we both threw them back. She started to look uncomfortable so I said the first thing that came to my mind "dance or me darlin'."
Good lord she was going to be the death of me, I watched as she traced her fingers down her face and neck, God I wanted that to be my fingers on her face, on her neck. Oh God, she rubbed circles across her nipples and I feared I'd cum right then. As her hands flitted down to her stomach and on to her thighs she circled those hot little hips again and turned her back to me wiggling her ass, I couldn't take it another minute. I crossed in front of her looking down at her beauty as she threw her head back, eyes closed.
I pulled her into me by the waist and ran my hand down her face and neck following her fingers earlier path. Oh god, the sparks, she had to feel that too, right? My hand found the firm swells of her breast and my knees were suddenly weak as her nipple hardened under my fingers rubbing circles around the delicate swell.
It was all I could do to get closer to her, sliding my foot between hers and pushing my knee between her thighs. God, she smells so damn good before I knew it my throbbing dick was tight against her lower stomach and I pushed closer.
Teasing her neck with my tongue, kissing her ear, I nibbled and whispered "I'm Jasper"
Finally, what I waited for, she spoke to me, melting what remained of my frozen heart into a puddle on the floor.
"Bella" it was all she said, it was all I needed.
"Pleasure to meet you ma'm."
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