A/N:
Thank you all so much for bearing with me as we near the end. I have learned so much and made so many new frineds during this process, I can't express how much each of you means to me. The boys are off to spend the weekend with my dear friend Mommybrook. Hope you enjoy doll, but somehow, I know you will.
Only At Night
Chapter 37
Making Up
BPOV
Jasper climbed into the tub in all his clothes and it was about the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The kisses growing in intensity, my need for him so great. My fingers unbuttoned his shirt, battling the clinging wet fabric, pushing it down his arms. My hands tracing the fresh scars on his chest. My lips kissing the scars, tongue tracing the ridges of the puckered skin there. My tongue moved down his body, as my hands still fought to get the shirt off of him. The wet material sticking to his skin.
Jasper's hands pulling me closer, holding me to him; my back off the walls of the tub. Jasper's legs growing heavy in the soaked jeans, his weight against me. I struggled with the wet leather of the belt and undoing his jeans. He had to push the jeans off of his hips and legs, they were so heavy and clinging to him. Water splashed everywhere, both of us sliding as he tried to get out of his jeans, giving up just past his thighs.
I felt his tongue making slow passes behind my ear, down to my neck, tickling at my hot flesh. His arms wrapped around my back holding me inches from the tub. His knees on either side of me, the course wet denim rubbing against my bare legs, turning me on. My hand reached in between us for him, finding him so hard already. I stroked lightly in time with his ministrations along my neck and shoulders.
Jasper's moans, music to my ears, so long since I heard that familiar purring he makes when he loses himself in my touch. His teeth began to bite against my chest, across my breasts. I felt my nipples hardening at the sensation, preparing, waiting for his teeth to graze them, to bite at them, and pull them. His tongue passing over one then the other, making me gasp in pleasure.
My hand working its magic along his shaft and head as his mouth pulls my breast inside, his tongue swirling and flicking, eliciting moans from deep within me.
"OH God, Jasper." I moan.
"I want you now, Bella, please."
"Yes, Jasper, please I need to feel you inside me, please?"
Jasper dropped his hips as I lined his cock up with my slit and rubbed it from top to bottom, causing him to groan, loudly.
"Oh fuck, please baby, let me fuck you."
"You damn well better cowboy."
Jasper pushed his way into my opening and groaned as his length slid in, my ass clenching tight as he did. I lifted my hips slightly to meet him and his hold on my back tightened, pulling me closer to him.
I felt him rocking his hips, constrained by the wet jeans around his lower thighs as his teeth found my earlobe, nibbling at it before sucking it into his mouth as he slid deeper inside me.
I needed to feel him so badly, I clenched around him, tightening my walls, gripping him, making him yell out.
"Oh fuck baby, so damn tight."
"You like that baby?" I squeezed tighter.
"Oh god Bella, shit yeah."
Jasper sped up, my arms around his back, nails scraping up his skin, he moved faster and harder, hitting deeper within me.
"Oh God, cowboy, you are going to make me cum. Oh shit, oh yesss, yes, yes. Oh Jasper"
"That's it darlin', I want to watch you cum for me, cum hard baby, that's it, yes."
"JASPER!, oh gawd!"
"Again baby, cum again, with me this time."
Screaming his name, trying not to be so loud, biting my lip as he sped even faster, nearing his own climax, I squeezed hard, around him.
"Unfff Bella, shit."
"Oh god, oh god, ohhhh Jasper, ohmygod."
Breathless, panting, Jasper collapsed on my chest. The two of us leaning back against the tub, completely blissed out. His lips all over my neck and chin.
"I'll be in the guest house asshole." Peter's booming voice resonated from the downstairs hallway.
Jasper's laughter against my neck joined with mine and we both laughed, in each other's arms.
"I love your brother."
"Yeah, he's okay."
"Let's get you out of those jeans."
Jasper pushed himself off of me, standing in the tub, pushing his jeans down around him. I giggled watching him struggle with the heavy, wet, denim. He finally freed his legs and left the jeans in the tub as he stepped out and took my hand, helping me out.
"I'd carry you, but I don't think I am strong enough yet, darlin'."
I smiled and stepped out of the tub and into his arms, "Just hold me."
"That I can do sugar."
Jasper held me in his strong arms until we were both shivering from the cool air on our hot, wet, skin.
Laughing, Jasper pulled two bath sheets from the towel warmer and wrapped us both up.
Turning me, facing the mirror, Jasper whispered in my ear, "It will always be you and me, just like this."
Smiling, "Naked in bath towels, cowboy?"
With that I felt him pull at the tucked in towel and felt it drop to the floor.
"I'd much rather you were just naked." Jasper smirked.
I shook my head laughing.
"You are so damn beautiful Bella."
Leaning back into Jasper's chest, his arms wrapping around my waist as we watch each other in the mirror, "I love you so much," I said to his reflection.
Jasper kissed the top of my head and his hand went to the towel around his waist, dropping it to the ground.
"I want to make love to you Bella, slow, tender, all night long."
My reflection bit her lip and visibly shuddered in his arms. "I would like that very much."
After a quiet moment of just holding me, watching us, his hands trailing up my sides and back down again, his fingers grazing the sides of my breasts, he turned me, facing him and whispered into my lips, "I love you, I can't live with out you."
"I wouldn't want to try." My hand took his and we walked, together, into the bedroom.
Sitting on the edge of the bed together angled toward each other, we kissed, slowly, tenderly, the furious pace gone, replaced by a deep felt love and commitment.
We took our time, lips moving together in a slow dance, sharing and tasting, exploring and teasing. Our hands added to the exploration, caressing, gently gliding over still damp skin, like satin against satin.
Sliding back along the bed, reclining, Jasper hovering over me, still kissing me. My hands moving slowly across his shoulder blades, feeling the protruding bone enhanced by his position over me, holding himself up.
Jasper's lips leave mine, making their way to my left ear, kissing the lobe, behind it, down my neck and across my throat. My breath catching as he runs his tongue around the hollow at the base.
My fingertips flitting across his back, running up his sides, across his shoulders and down his spine, just hitting the rise of his little ass.
I feel the vibration against my chest as he purrs at the touch. His chin against my right breast as his lips move down, gently, slowly. Finally kissing around my hardened nipple, tongue swirling the sensitive flesh, moving in tiny little circles as his lips close around my now heaving breast.
"Oh god, Jasper." I moan, unable to remain quiet any longer.
His right hand cupping my left breast as his mouth continues the sweet torture to my right. He squeezes gently, his thumb moving across the pert nipple in a circular motion as his fingers find purchase in the meaty flesh.
My hands now gripping his tight, firm ass, my thumbs nearing his hip bones.
The tiny little bites at my nipple sending a sharp wave of pleasure through my already tightly wound body. My knees rubbing together, trying to keep my hips from begging.
Jasper's knee sensing, knowing, comes between my legs, spreading them as it rises from my calves, up between my knees and slowly works its way higher, settling between my thighs, just out of reach from the place needing it so badly.
My hands pull at his ass, needing him closer still. I feel him chuckle against my breast, but he doesn't move. Instead he continues nibbling at my flesh, my nipple caught tightly between his teeth as he pulls at it. My back arching up into his body, now tight against mine.
His left hand snaking down my body, so slowly, splayed, his fingers touch as much of me as they can as his right hand pinches my left nipple, hard, tweaking it at the same time his teeth bite at my right side.
"Oh fuck, Jasper, uhhh." My leg lifts, my foot running up his bent leg, attempting to pull it closer to the source of heat radiating from my core.
His mouth kisses the now throbbing nipple, his flattened tongue pushing against it, changing the sensation.
"OH GOD."
I feel his tongue flicking against the hot skin under my breast, moving around the chest wall, around the breast, outlining it, surrounding it. Then moving up and down the sternum, content in the valley between the mountains now rising and falling rapidly, with the heavy breaths, gasps, coming from my mouth as my stomach coils, wanting and needing so badly as his hands move to my hip bones, holding me down as my back fights to arch off the bed and into his hot chest.
"Huhhhhh."
My hand tries desperately to reach the hard thickness against my thigh, to no avail as it slides further away, down my leg, as your mouth makes its way lower and lower down my now quivering stomach.
The heat of your tongue, the dampness of your mouth, as you enter my navel repeatedly, I cry out for you, "Oh God, Jasper please, I need you."
One hand settles across my abdomen, low against my pelvis holding me down as your other hand dips beneath, between my legs, now spread wide, your legs nestled between them pushing at my knees, spreading me further for you.
Your fingers lightly tracing all the way from the top of my mound to the back of my ass, now so slick and wet as they make their way back to the top. Finding that already pulsating knob, your thumb pressing on it, as your fingers curl against my lips.
"OH SWEET JESUS, Jasper, unnnhhh."
Your mouth kissing at my bare skin just above your thumb. My body wants to buck up to your waiting lips, but cannot, not under your hold. The feel of your tongue as it slides down replacing your thumb as it glides lower with your fingers, teasing at my entrance.
Painfully slowly, you slide one long finger past my lips, as your others spread them, and I feel it as it makes its way inside, curling around, tracing the entrance as your tongue flicks against my clit.
My body shaking already, quivering, as the orgasm rocks it against your mouth and hand, you, unrelenting in the pleasure you send my needy aching frame.
My walls clenching against your finger as it begins pumping in and out as I cum around it.
"Ohhhhh."
My hands threading through your hair, pulling and pushing and holding you tight to my begging pussy as you add another finger and pump harder and faster, your teeth clenching around the hardened pulsing nub.
"Fuck Bella, so damn tight."
I scream out in pleasure, feeling so damn good, "Oh Jasper, yes."
"Please Jasper, please, I need you, I need to feel you inside me, please baby."
I feel you moving up, lifting my hips so that I am straddling your waist, my legs curling around, locking at the ankles as you line your pulsing cock up to my entrance.
"I love you Bella." I hear, as you rock forward slowly, entering me.
"OH GOD, so fucking tight, Jesus."
My hips rock to yours, as I clench my ass, squeezing as tight as I can around you, my arms around your neck, looking into your eyes, looking back at me, so filled with love and lust.
We move together, rocking, screaming out in pure pleasure, your movements alone driving me wild. But the look in your eyes, the hunger, the desire, the melting away of every negative emotion they ever held, that alone is enough to make me come undone; to make me forget anything that ever happened before this moment and no longer care about anything to come in the future. You are so completely mine, as I am yours. I see the fireworks bursting before us, surrounding us in a splash of color and vibrancy, the ripple of thunderous explosion enveloping us, locking us forever into this flood of emotion.
"Oh my god in heaven." We are one, forever.
*0*0*0*0*0
I woke up to the smell of breakfast, and not just toast either. I smiled thinking how wonderful Jasper is and rolled over to his spot and right into him. My eyes opened, confused at first. If Jasper is in bed with me who is making breakfast?
Peter, oh, I almost forgot that Peter was still here. We never saw him again last night. I nudged Jasper and got up throwing on some clothes. I felt terrible, here he came all this way because I was upset and we completely ignored him while we made earth shattering love and now he is making his own breakfast.
Jasper sat up and looked around the room, watching me stumble across the floor trying to get my pants on. My foot got caught in the pant leg and I dance hopped across the room trying not to fall.
"Practicing for the wedding babe?"
Laughing, "No, dear, your brother is downstairs making breakfast; I forgot he was even here."
"I was that good last night, huh? I made you forget he was even here?" Jasper smirked getting out of bed and walking over to me pulling me into a hug and kiss.
"Hmm, cowboy, you are always that good," I giggled.
Jasper teasingly attempted to remove the pants I just got on. Laughing I swatted his hands away.
"Come on, before Peter makes a complete mess in the kitchen," Jasper said, pulling me with him as he grabbed his jeans from the floor.
"Think you might want to get dressed first?"
"I am, I can walk and put jeans on at the same time darlin'," mumbling, "unlike some people around here."
"I heard that." Laughing I headed down to the kitchen, Jasper right behind me.
"Good Morning lovebirds. Do you always sleep this late?" Peter handed us each a cup of coffee as we walked into the kitchen.
"We had a late night, sorry." I smiled and kissed Jasper again.
"Thanks, Peter," Jasper said over my head as he held me to his chest.
"Sit, breakfast is ready." Peter began plating the frittata he made. "You have both been through a lot, do you think maybe it would be a good idea to talk to someone?"
"Yes, we talked about that last night, I am going to call Rose and see if she can get us some names again," I said, placing my hand over Jasper's on the table.
"Good, it helped me after Mom and Dad." Peter looked at Jasper as Jasper's head snapped up.
"What?, I never knew you talked to someone."
"Yeah, Char's parents insisted on it, I didn't handle things as well as you thought I did. I spent a lot of energy trying to make you believe that everything would be fine, but I was far from convinced. It really helped."
"Thank you Peter." Jasper smiled at Peter and then the two of them stuffed their mouths ending the conversation in their own way.
Peter joined us for some furniture shopping and stayed the weekend. We cooked steaks out on the grill and hung around the pool a bit, just relaxing. Jasper was still not up to a whole lot and the fun in the tub and after and the shopping really wore him out. He fell asleep in the lounge chair.
"So Bella, I don't want to pry, but is everything okay now?" Peter asked as he helped me carry the dishes in from the patio to the kitchen.
"Yeah, I think we will be fine, we were both thinking for each other instead of talking for ourselves. A really dumb thing to do, but we understand it now and why and I think we will be alright."
"Bella, I really do hope you will both go talk to someone, everything that happened is too much to deal with on your own, for either of you and you can't rely only on each other."
"We will Peter, I already called Rose and asked her to talk to her therapist about names for us."
"That's good Bella. So Char wants to talk wedding details with you, try not to let her go too crazy will ya?"
Laughing at Peter's inability to ever say no to her, "Sure Peter, just a small intimate gathering for four couples to exchange vows."
"Four?"
"Oh yeah, Tyler and Liz will so be joining us, just wait, I give it until the end of the weekend. He took her to Tahoe."
"Oh really?" Peter laughed, "It is about damn time."
"Oh you are one to talk." I playfully punched his arm.
"Yeah, ok, so Jasper isn't the only idiot."
"Don't call my husband an idiot." I glared at Peter and snarled.
"He's not your husband yet, sugar." Peter picked me up and ran outside throwing me into the pool.
"You are dead Peter Whitlock, dead." I spit out along with the water that filled my mouth from the sudden dunking.
Peter stood at the side of the pool, laughing holding his hand out to me as I swam away. Peter didn't see Jasper get up and walk up behind him. I wanted out of the way before the big oaf came splashing down on top of me.
Jasper pushed Peter in, board shorts and Tee shirt.
Peter splashed him with a flick of his hand and came swimming after me, laughing an evil maniacal laugh.
"Jasper, get your ass in here and save me." I laughed as I swam away from Peter.
We played around in the pool all afternoon, just relaxing and letting loose, before Peter had to leave. We dropped him at the airstrip and the last thing he said before he boarded the plane was, "Oh yeah, I think we should buy a plane."
Jasper's jaw was on the tarmac until long after Peter was on board and I tried not to laugh at him. Peter had conquered his fear.
Rose returned my call with a couple names and we each found someone that we liked. We started therapy right away. I never worked so hard at anything. I was a drained emotional mess nearly all the time. Jasper was too. We both had so many things to deal with.
The next month was really rough as we each explored all the events that made us who we were, that shaped and formulated our personalities and emotional make up. We got through it together, we came home exhausted, but we never shut each other out. Some nights, we just lay quietly, holding each other, and other nights we talked, we shared what we had learned. A few nights, one of us just cried in the others arms. We didn't push, or prod, we just let each other deal in whatever way we each needed. We both put everything into getting better individually.
Three weeks before the wedding, we were ready to try a joint session. We shared so much with each other before that session, that when it came time to talk, we each simply said, "Thank you."
The therapists looked at one another, laughed and said, "You are both going to be okay."
My bar exam came and went. I had absolutely no idea how it went. What's more, I really didn't care. All that really mattered was that Jasper and I were really doing well. He took me out for a nice dinner when it was over, wearing a suit and tie and me in a little black dress and heels for cheese fries and chili dogs and I laughed my ass off. It could not have been more perfect.
Char was calling three or four times a day now that the exam was over and the wedding was only a few weeks away. So many last minute details to work out. There were now four brides and grooms exchanging vows on August 14th and the ranch was an absolute buzz with workers preparing the grounds.
Peter was pretending to complain and Jasper laughed at him every chance he got. We were on skype calls nearly nightly with the whole group.
Char's sister was witnessing on their behalf, Mike on Emmett and Rose's behalf, Wade for Tyler and Liz and James for Jasper and I. I never would have guessed it, but Jasper was insistent that James be the one to stand for us. He muttered on and on about the way he stood guard at the hospital.
In one more week, Jasper broke for summer and we were heading to Texas to help Char and Peter with the final preparations. We still had to write our vows and select our first dance song. We had all agreed to the music for the ceremony already and things were looking good.
Furniture was being delivered and the house was beginning to feel like a home. I was so busy getting the house together while Jasper finished up the semester that time just flew. I was packing our bags the night before it was time to leave for Texas.
True to his word, Peter bought the plane and it was meeting us at the private air strip in the morning. Then it would go on to Seattle to pick up Emmett and Rose and Mike and James. Marcus and his wife and Sam and Embry and Quil and their wives were all joining them. Then on Thursday the plane was retrieving Emmett's family from Minnesota.
By Thursday night all the out of town guests would be at the Ranch.
Char had a rehearsal and a dinner scheduled for Friday night.
I couldn't wait.
I was about to become Mrs. Jasper Whitlock.
Anyone expecting any surprises next chapter?? Last chance to get your wedding song recs (for any of the four couples) in still haven't decided, lots of great choices.