Thank you for each and every review, alert and favorite added. I responded to almost all but remember if you don't have your PM enabled I can't reply. I am so overwhelmed at the love you all shared for Jasper. He finally made it back home and gave me some more of his POV so since the vast majority of you asked for more of JPOV first; here's Part 2 of Jasper POV. Next chapter will be back to Bella's POV. Jasper is off to Navygirl14's for the weekend, enjoy darlin'.

Only At Night

Chapter 6

JPOV part 2

Okay it was time to let her know I was paying attention. I poured two more shots, handed her one and bringing the bottle with, led her to the bedroom. Putting the bottle down, I turned and faced her.

"How does it go darlin', 1, 2, 3 fuck me?" I thought the play on words would loosen her up a little more.

"Close enough Cowboy." Her little mouth turned up in a smile.

Cowboy huh? She called me cowboy, oh hell, she had no idea what that just did to me. I pulled her closer and felt that same electricity as before, I wanted to just worship her body.

"Will you strip for me darlin'?" Her eyes sparkled in response to my request.

She danced us to the end of the bed and ground her ass into my aching cock. Oh God, she was enjoying herself. Pushing me down on the bed and spreading my legs apart with her foot she took complete control; she was so confident. It was so hot. I couldn't stop staring at her, dying to touch her, take her, but I had to wait. Tossing her top to the floor she wiggled out of that tiny skirt so seductively it took everything I had to keep myself from throwing her across the bed, no, I had to let her finish.

As she sat in my lap teasing me in her bra and panties I couldn't help nibbling that long neck, biting at it claiming her as mine. Not able to keep my hands off of her anymore, we made quick work of the remaining clothing acting as a barrier to what we both seemed to need.

Luckily I kept enough control to be sure I asked her permission before she climbed on and to assure adequate protection. It would not do to violate her by not asking her permission, the fact that she was here with me was not enough, I had to know she wanted the act itself. The look on her face when I asked told me it was not something she was accustomed to. God, what kind of assholes had she been sleeping with?

I could not fathom ever treating her as anything less than a goddess, how could anyone take this angel for granted? That's one mistake I would not make.

Fuck, the feeling of being inside her as she lowered herself onto me was more intense that anything I ever felt. All I wanted was to pleasure her as she was me. Taking my time and watching her reaction for any sign she didn't like something I put all my effort on her, guiding her hips, lifting her up and lowering her down. When she begged me to cum with her I lost all inhibition and felt frenzy take over until we screamed together, collapsing with her milking me of the last of my release. Fuck.

It went too fast and I was far from done bringing her pleasure, she deserved to be worshiped, I would show her that. Pouring two more shots I teased her, "1, 2, 3, may I fuck you now darlin'?"

She watched and screamed my name and begged for more as I pushed her over the edge over and over and over again with my tongue and fingers alone, just wanting it to be about her. The way she responded to me was so hot; she let go completely, allowing her self to just feel, just enjoy the pleasures I sent to her body. Her response to every flick of my fingers, lick of my tongue, and graze of my teeth was so intense, so deep and so genuine. There was no acting, no exaggeration of emotions. My angel truly, honestly responded to me, to what I provided her; she made me feel like a god. I've never had anyone so fully accept pleasure. I couldn't stop myself, I could pleasure her endlessly.

When she finally seemed like she couldn't take anymore I stopped and cleaned her up, massaging her legs that had to ache from the quivering her body had been through. I led her to the bathroom and gave her some privacy while the shower water heated up.

Hell, I couldn't get enough of her, couldn't do enough for her. I wanted to care for her as much as I wanted to touch her, to feel her, to fuck her.

Retrieving a glass of water for her I tried to get a hold of myself. What in the hell was happening to me, what was this hypnotic draw to her? How was I going to get her to make this more than one night?

Knocking on the door I asked, "ready for me darlin'?"

"Yes, I'm ready cowboy."

Oh God, that nickname was killing me. There went any composure I had secured. My angel stared as I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Shit, she was ogling my naked form and she clearly liked what she saw. Her eyes alone devoured me.

I turned for her and teased, "well, do you approve darlin'?"

"Mmmm, so much better without the clothes." She said licking her lips ending with that sexy bite of her bottom lip.

"I could say the same for you beautiful." An evil plan to keep her with me formed in my mind, but could I dare risk her refusal? Never know until you try. I heard her say "thank you" but it didn't really register my mind racing to my newest plan.

"So, no more clothes for the rest of the weekend, is it a deal darlin'?" Before I could fully think out the consequences of her refusal I blurted it out. The sick sinking feeling hit my stomach as she visibly panicked. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, think, think.

The most glorious smile began to form on her face as she shocked the hell out of me, "You are on Cowboy, but I wondered if maybe just once you'd fuck me with your boots on?" There was the shy side, she bit that bottom lip and diverted her eyes to the ground. Oh Hell Yeah.

"Absolutely, but only if you wear those shit kicking heels of yours." I could reach her better in those heels and give her a view of the boots that should turn her on.

"Deal." That smile was killing me.

We stepped into the shower where we spent the longest time just enjoying the effect of the water on one another's body, touching, teasing, and caressing. Wanting only to care for her I washed her body taking my time exploring every curve with my hands. Kneeling behind her I focused on the bottom half of her body, those lean, toned legs and that firm little ass that kept calling to me. I have no idea what came over me but I couldn't stop myself from biting on that ass, marking her, claiming her. And then I just lost it, I couldn't take it anymore; I had to have her, feel her around my now throbbing pulsating cock. I warned her to hold on, though I'd never let her fall, and rudely, selfishly pounded into her, fucking her so hard. Needing her to scream for me, scream my name, confirm she liked it I demanded it of her. Oh God, she didn't disappoint. She begged for more, she called me a god and I felt like one. This little minx brought out parts of me I never knew existed. No one ever made me feel the way this angel made me feel.

The shared climax took everything out of both of us, I held her up to keep her from collapsing and we stood holding onto one another for ages. God, I was an ass, I didn't mean to so totally lose control like that. Praying silently that I had not hurt her or scared her I held her tight to my chest cursing myself.

Surprise seemed to be the undercurrent tonight, and it continued when she knelt before me washing me. As she cleaned my feet she took me into her mouth and it felt amazing as she moved me in and out. No this was about her, about me pleasing her; she could please me later, well, hopefully. Pulling her up I washed her hair and kissed her neck and the top of her head.

Whispering so lowly that I didn't think she really meant for me to hear her she asked, "Jasper, why are you taking such good care of me?"

Matching her whisper I responded more for my own benefit, "because darlin', contrary to what you believe, you are worth that and so much more." It broke my healing heart to hear her doubt and the feelings of inadequacy her question and her behavior revealed. All I knew was I wanted to kick the ass of whomever it was that hurt her so badly and so deeply. That was the only explanation I could come up with for everything I witnessed tonight. Some one broke her heart, crushed her spirit and actually made this angel feel unworthy of love and respect.

Fuck, she was no more capable of a relationship than I was. Maybe together, maybe we could heal our broken hearts and have a future. Oh hell this wasn't going to be easy, but it might just be worth it.

She was exhausted, I got her into bed and laid there with her head on my chest; she was out in minutes. Lying there unable to sleep I thought about the angel in my arms and how to reach her broken heart. The way the bouncer reacted at the sight of her, all smiles and then the concern and frown when she left him made me realize he knew, he knew she was hurt, he knew she was better than she believed herself to be. The bartender, he watched her back, he took care of her, he knew too. God how long had she been leaning on them without really letting them in? Did she even have anyone else, friends, family? This beautiful woman, this genuine, smart woman buried herself in the arms of strangers to escape her pain and protect herself from hurt, but she didn't let anyone in, didn't let anyone close. She was just plain terrified of getting burned.

Shit. She was going to bail at the light of day. If I let that happen it would be over before it started. That was not an option. I will teach her she is worthy, but how to do that without pushing? Just show her you dumbass and don't scare her, let her take her time to realize that she likes it and wants more.

I was fuckin' giddy like a damn school girl. When I was sure she was deep asleep I got up and started making preparations. Picking up her clothes I headed to the living room. I called the concierge and requested laundry service, with a rush, but to hold delivery until after 12 noon on Sunday unless I called sooner, ordered an outrageously enormous breakfast spread, hey, I didn't know what she liked, I extended the penthouse for another month and requested that staple personal hygiene items to be brought up right away.

God he must have thought I was whipped. Fuck it, he would be right.

I responded to email, cancelled meetings and sent a note back to the Dean of the University accepting the invitation for the next round of interviews.

It was 4:30 in the morning and I didn't care if I woke him up, shit he'd be getting up in a half hour anyway. I called Peter.

"Jasper do you know what fucking time it is? This better be good. You are ok right?"

"Hey bro. Sorry, but I couldn't help it, I had to call you, I think my future wife is asleep in the next room."

"What? What did you say? It sounded like 'wife', where the hell are you?"

"I did say wife, dude I think I'm in love. She's amazing, she's beautiful. I can't think straight. I think she may be as heart broken as I am and all I want to do is make her better."

"Um, ok, does she have a name?" Peter finally stopped yelling.

"Bella, her name is Bella."

"And you had to tell me this at 4:30 am you little fuck?" My big brother never tired of calling me that.

"Sorry, I don't know what to do."

"Well, you take your little wanker and you…."

"Knock it off Peter, I'm serious. I'm scared to death I'm going to blow it and lose her. I can't lose her Peter, she makes me feel, well better than I've ever felt with anyone."

"Are you drunk?"

"Asshole."

"Ok, this isn't a rebound thing is it? I know she hurt you, but Jasper, you are getting a little ahead of yourself here. For fuck's sake don't go fuckin' marrying anyone right now. I will so kick your stupid, brilliant ass."

"No, this has nothing to do with her. For fuck's sake it's been nearly a year, this isn't the first person I've met since then you know. Asshole, why the fuck did I call you anyway?"

"Cuz I 'm all you have you little fuck. Now, slow down and tell me what is going on."

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" I knew it sounded stupid and I knew my brother was going to hand me my balls of a plate but I couldn't help it.

"No, spill it." Peter huffed into the phone.

"Alright, alright. I saw her outside a bar; it was like a magnetic pull. She is so beautiful. But she's fragile man. I think some one broke her heart and she's scared to let anyone in."

"Ok, dude you need to take it slow, if that's true and you push she's going to run. Give her time and space but make sure you treat her like a queen. Let her set the pace, don't make demands or corner her, she'll freak out and run."

"Yeah, alright, no sudden movement's got it. I'm not coming home today; I'm staying until Sunday night. Oh, and I accepted the next round of interviews."

"Before or after you met Bella?"

"Asshole."

"Jasper, Jasper, Jasper. Good luck, call me when you come up for air."

"Bye and thanks." I heard the door and threw on a robe and grabbed the bag with Bella's clothes.

"No problem little bro. Jasper, she'd be lucky to have you." Peter must have been smiling as we hung up.

Two hours later, the breakfast was delivered, I had stacked the supplies for her in the bathroom with a note 'Mornin' and went off to try to get some work done and reschedule my flight. Peter was right I didn't want to crowd her, and I prayed hat she wouldn't ask for her clothes. Having no idea how late she'd sleep I tried unsuccessfully to distract myself with work.

It was after 10:30 when I finally heard movement in the Living Room, all I wanted to do was go to her, but I fought the urge and waited for her to find me. Don't push her was all I could thing about.

The woman at the airline finally came back on the line and again I made my request for a later flight on Sunday. Why the hell was she torturing me, just reschedule the damn flight. Fucking shit, she put me back on hold just as Bella knocked at the door.

I could not hang up, my original flight was in three hours and I've been on hold for nearly forty minutes. Shit.

It was okay, she needed time, and if she could talk to me right now she'd probably ask for her clothes. I brought her to the breakfast spread and fed her strawberries while silently listening to music hold. Finally a freakin' flight confirmation but it wasn't until Monday morning. So be it, as long as I didn't have to leave now.

She was more uncomfortable this morning. There was no way she was going to open up so I grabbed the paper and we sat around the table naked reading the paper together in silence. We spent the day quietly, relaxing, becoming more comfortable with one another's silent company, having sex, and me pampering her. It was perfection.

By late afternoon I was starving, she had to be hungry as well. She agreed to let me order in Thai food. I wanted her to trust me and I wondered if she did. A wicked thought occurred to me and I was already getting hard just thinking about it. She seemed to like that the cabbie was watching last night. There's no way I could ever do that to her, but just maybe the thought of someone possibly catching us would excite her.

God I was being a jerk, I took her to the bar and bent her over it backwards, I knew the concierge would be bringing the food up in the next twenty minutes and I also knew he would never walk more than two feet inside the front door without an explicit invitation, but she didn't know that. There would really never be any danger of him seeing us but the risk would provide her a bit of a turn on, I was willing to bet. At least I hoped it would. I would know is she trusted me and hopefully she would learn that she could.

Upping the excitement for her and slowing things down for me I poured shots on her belly and sucked and licked them off. Sure enough that doorknob twisted and the door opened and she clenched tight. I watched, no way he could see us, and kept going. He was barely out the door and she was riding it out while I rose to a frantic pace as she moaned and screamed out to me. God, it was unfuckinbelieveable.

We ate in bed and she was being quite the seductress with the food, taking charge again. Damn, I had to keep reminding her that it was all about her.

She dozed off for awhile and woke up while I was reading. I read aloud to her and she actually seemed interested. God I wonder what the hell she'd think is she knew my connection to the story.

By the time Sunday morning rolled around I was so done for. I was fucking hopeless. I would probably just as soon die as giver her up. I was so far gone I actually prayed that she would stay today and not rush to get out.

I pretended to need to make calls to give her some privacy. She retreated to the shower and I missed her. I called Peter again to advise him of my new flight plans. He was still grilling me about her when she came out. Smiling at me she went to retrieve her phone and panic set in; frantically she dialed someone on her speed dial.

My stomach sank again.

Emmett- apology, should have called, fine, car, more apologies, call Mike.

Ah, the bouncer and the bartender. I felt sudden relief knowing that they looked after her. She must not have any family, no roommate. Her first call, on a speed dial no less, was to the bar. Fuck, my angel was a bigger mess than I thought.

Then I saw the tears. All I wanted to do was hold her, let her cry, get it out and vow to never see her that upset again.

I worshipped her body all afternoon and insisted on taking her back to the bar and her car. Her bodyguards need to know that I'm not leaving, and that my intentions are honorable. I said it all to the burly bouncer with a handshake and eye contact. He nodded in silent understanding.

Monday was torture. Everything went wrong, my flight was delayed, the flight itself sucked and it took me longer to get home than if I had driven, twice. All I could do was think about Bella.

Knowing I could find her at the bar, I decided not to push her for a phone number or an email. It killed me but I couldn't back her into a corner, I wouldn't pressure her. She was going to need time to decide that she wanted to see me again. Fine, I was a chicken shit and couldn't give her the chance to reject me. Absence made the heart grow fonder or some shit, right?

Peter made me feel like shit for playing games, and it wasn't for me I tried to explain to him. I thought it was what she needed. If it had been up to me, we'd be in Vegas and she'd be Mrs. Jasper Whitlock by now.

What the fuck, I didn't even know her last name!

By Wednesday night Peter was agreeing with me that I did the right thing. Hell, he was probably just sick of me talking about her by then.

Peter was the best brother a guy could ask for. He knew me as well or better than I knew myself. We finished each other's sentences. We'd been like that since we were kids.

When our parents were killed my junior year of high school Peter fought tooth and nail to keep me out of foster care and had himself appointed my guardian. It meant him taking a year off from school until I turned 18 but he never once complained; he never once made me feel like I interrupted his life.

Running the family ranch was not something Peter would have ever chosen if he were honest with himself, but he did it and he was good at it. Our father would be so proud of him. He kept me safe, got both of us through school and saved the family ranch.

I helped him and I worked my ass off for the ranch but it wasn't in my blood the way it was his. My obsession was and always will be history. I guess it was destined to happen.

That is what my parents got for naming me after a long lost civil war hero, and mystery, that happened to be my great-great uncle, Major Jasper Whitlock. I still remember the first time I saw his photograph. He was about 20 in the photo and in uniform. It was taken shortly before he disappeared. I was in awe of the great soldier that shared my name. I wouldn't dress as anything but a confederate soldier for weeks. I was 5. The next three Halloweens I was a confederate soldier. My high school picture still hangs permanently next to that last picture of my great-great uncle. To say there was a resemblance would be the understatement of the century. We could be identical twins, or a reincarnated soul. Hell, if the photo were not clearly so old anyone would believe it was me.

So there I was five years old and so began my lifelong obsession with history and a certain MIA confederate Major. Hell, maybe I was just a romantic at heart, but when Bella lay at my side mesmerized by the words I wrote about my namesake I felt like I was floating in heaven above. To have her riveted to my work, having no idea it was my words, thrilled me beyond my wildest imagination.

Two months ago when Peter finally started to kick my butt about accepting a position with a University teaching history I knew he was right. It was time, my career demanded it. I wasn't fooling anyone with the excuse of helping Peter with the ranch we both loved so much. Besides, I needed to get out of this town, too many memories, too much heartache. There wasn't any place I could go that didn't remind me of her and there wasn't anyone around who didn't know that she left me. Ah, the trouble with a small town and being the center of its attentions your whole life.

So that was what brought me to Bella. Interviewing with Universities. Thank God, thank Peter and thank the University of Washington, Seattle.

All I wanted to do by Friday was go back to Seattle and Bella. Peter agreed that it was a really bad idea. If she was thinking about me at all this week she might be disappointed if I didn't show up, but it would probably scare the shit out of her if I did. She'd be forced to acknowledge to herself that she had been thinking of me and my being there would seem anxious, expectant. I didn't want her to feel that way. If she was thinking about me and I didn't show up she'd have another week to think about what that meant to her. Hopefully, for my sake, sanity and future well being it would give her time to think about giving me a chance.

If she had not been thinking about me this week, besides the fact that if would kill me, it wouldn't mean anything to her that I wasn't there. In fact it may even make me seem more appealing that I wasn't chasing her.

Fuck, this shit is going to kill me. Peter the rock agreed to tie me to a chair if I made any attempt to leave the house. He went one better that that and had two of our best friends come over and he set up a poker game for us and ordered in food.

It helped. A little. Who the fuck was I kidding, it didn't help for shit. I was on edge and panicking the entire night Friday. I was so damn distracted I lost a thousand dollars to those fuckers. That was probably his damn plan all along.

Saturday Peter kicked my ass in the pastures tending to cattle and a broken fence. I was too damn exhausted to try to skip town. I still thought about her all damn day.

I had another interview lined up at Stanford for Tuesday through Thursday and made arrangements to fly from there to Seattle on Friday morning. I wasn't sure how I was going to get through three days meeting with faculty members and administrators when my head was in Seattle.

Maybe it was because I really didn't care what they thought of me so I wasn't the slightest bit nervous, but whatever the reason they loved me at Stanford. They blabbered on about my impressive credentials and accomplishments in the publishing world and at such a young age. So confident that I would be able to relate to the student population they practically offered me the position on the spot Thursday.

All I could think about was Bella in Seattle.

Arriving first thing in the morning in Seattle I decided to go shopping and surprise Bella. What could I buy for her that wouldn't send the wrong message? Okay, no diamond rings just yet. It had to be something fun, light, nothing that screamed relationship.

BOOTS. I'd buy her boots and a hat. It wasn't that difficult to find a place to buy good boots and an authentic hat. Shoe size was an issue. 'Well let's see can you measure from my cock to about here, that's where her heel hit when she teased my dick with her toes,' would probably not go over well in a store. I estimated and asked for help. Luckily the woman said that would be an average size 7. Fine. Then as I started fantasizing about Bella riding me with those boots on an evil little idea popped into my sick and twisted head and I made one more stop before heading back to the hotel to get ready to go stalk the woman who owned my heart for a full two weeks now.

Reviews are love and more JPOV in the future. Next chapter is back to Bella and Friday night. I do have to warn you it will be steamy and contain some difficult, graphic revelations.