My Best Friends Father

Bella's been in love with Alice's father for years. Alice's father just might return those feelings. Will Alice's plan to bring them together work? Watch as they find each other and discover that there are no limits in love. All human, AU, AR

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight.

AN: Thank you all so much for the reviews. I just want to apologize for asking for such a huge number of reviews! 50 reviews is a bit much! I'm happy to get 20-25, so I admit, I got a little carried away there for a second. Thank you BriyerRose for pointing this out. I should have paid more attention to what I was doing. It was in no way meant as a slight for all of my faithful reviewers!

AN: Empath'sGirl asks a good question - Why is Bella acting immature? (I assume this is in reference to the beginning of the Chapter 13) It's a sad tale actually, well, not really. I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that I did that right after I got married. Of course I was a little younger than Bella is in the story; but my family laughed for weeks after the wedding because I referred to my husband, as "My Husband" for everything. "I'm not sure where my husband is." or "My husband went to get the bags out of the car." or "Yes, husband, I can pass the mashed potatoes." I know its rather pathetic... :) At least Bella acknowledged that she was acting younger than her age. he he he (self deprecating shrug)

You all asked for a little more of dominant Jasper, well, here you go. Hope it's not over the top! Or not enough over the top. he he. Enjoy.

Chapter 14

JPOV

"I love you more than you can know, wife." I whispered against her lips, as I pulled her against me, wanting the contact.

"I love you, husband." She sighed against my neck as she drifted into a peaceful, exhausted sleep.

BPOV

I woke up to the incredible feeling of Jaspers fingers slowly caressing me. A soft moan escaping as his fingers moved in delicious patterns. "Jasper." I sighed into his neck.

"How do you feel, love?" He continued his movements, pausing for a second as I shuddered at the feelings coursing through me.

"Please, don't stop." I'd die if he stopped what he was doing. His fingers moved faster and he dipped his head to my breast. The wet heat of his mouth on my nipple as he drew it in, was amazing. Each time he flicked his tongue across the tip of my nipple a shock was sent shooting straight to my core. "Jasper...oh...aaaahhhh. Don't stop, please."

He changed his pace slightly. At the same time he bit down lightly on my nipple. I couldn't stop my scream as I shuddered beneath him. My body convulsing as he pressed kisses across my breasts, licking and flicking my nipples as I shook from his caresses. He slowed as I moaned through the pleasure, gentling me as I floated back down to Earth. After several deep breaths, I looked up into his face. "What a wonderful way to wake up." I told him when he smiled down at me.

"You're not hurting are you? I used a warm cloth to clean you while you slept. I hoped it would help ease any discomfort you feel after last night."

"I'm a little tender, but nothing hurts. Don't worry, Jasper, I'm fine." His concern for me warmed my heart. But his actions, as his hands ran up and down my leg, heated my body.

"I want you, Jasper. I want to feel you inside me again."

"It's too soon, baby. I'd hurt you if I was in you again so soon."

"But I want…"

"No, love." He looked down into my eyes; I could see that he was serious. "I'm not going to do anything that will hurt you, and that would."

"Okay." I sighed, clearly showing my displeasure at his stubbornness. Before he knew what I was doing I pushed him onto his back, leaning over him as my hands investigated his chest and taut abs. His breathing hitched as I began pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders.

His golden skin was flushed when I looked down at him; his eyes at half mast, desire swimming in his eyes as he watched me rub my hands over his body.

I got to my knees beside him, and dipping a strawberry in the chocolate sauce I drew designs on his chest. My first taste of him, I swept my tongue across his shoulder following the path of the chocolate; leaving a sticky trail behind me. I nibbled and licked my way from his shoulder across his chest and down his stomach. When I'd licked all the sauce off of him he was groaning and had fisted his hands into the quilt and was crushing the rose petals.

His body glistened with sweat, the muscles in his abdomen and legs tightened, waiting for my next move, my next touch. When I finally dragged my fingers down toward his shaft, his breathing became labored. I smiled at the affect I have on this man. Instead of going straight to the prize though, I meandered around, building the tension in him. He wouldn't know when I was finally going to caress him, and waiting was beginning to drive him crazy; his muscles jerking with each touch to his leg, hip or stomach. When I began to draw designs with my fingers he growled at me, I chuckled at him. He didn't try to hurry things up, knowing I was truly enjoying teasing him.

He shouted when my hand finally grasped him. I tightened my fingers around him, slowly pumping up and down his shaft. I was enjoying watching his body's reactions to the things I was doing. His breathing was erratic, groans escaping him every so often. When I began to massage his balls, he gasped, "Isabella! Bloody hell, love! I'm going to…" I cupped him in my other hand, moving my hand faster on him. With both of my hands working I watched his entire body arch as he roared, "Isaaabelllla!" I continued stroking him; I loved how it felt as he jerked in my hands, groaning as his orgasm swept through his body.

I continued rubbing gently, caressing him as his body relaxed into the bed again. He pulled my head down, the kiss we shared was passionate, my hands found their way up his chest, to his head where I my fingers became knotted in his hair.

He lay with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling quickly. I found a washcloth in the bathroom. Once the water was hot, I wet the cloth and carried it back to the bed. He seemed to be drifting in and out of sleep as I watched his face, falling even more in love with this incredible man. I cleaned his stomach and hips with the warm cloth, he groaned when I gently wrapped him in the cloth, wiping away the evidence of our activities. I looked down at him as with slow caresses my hands moved up and down his body. With a second warm cloth I washed his chest, wiping away the sticky chocolate sauce I'd used on him.

As I stood to take the cloth back to the bathroom, he caught my arm. "Where are you headed, wife?"

I laughed at his obvious enjoyment at using the word wife. "I thought I'd clean up a bit, you were pretty sticky and I wanted you comfortable while you slept." I leaned in and kissed him on the lips. I crossed my arms, covering my breasts when I noticed where his gaze had drifted. A little late for modesty now, but I couldn't seem to help it.

"Don't hide from me, love. You are beautiful, and I love to look at you." He looked deeply into my eyes, serious when he went on. "Who do you belong too, love?" He watched me, waiting for my answer.

His slightly possessive words sending desire racing through me. "You, Jasper. I belong to you."

"And who do I belong too?" He froze after asking the question, as if he were unsure of my answer. Crazy man.

"You are mine, Jasper." I told him forcefully. He relaxed at my words.

"Why then do you hide yourself from me, love?" He waited patiently for me to answer.

I fidgeted, "I've never had a man look at me the way you do." I hoped this would explain what I meant, even though I wasn't sure myself.

"No, baby, that isn't why you hide from me. Tell me, love."

I thought frantically, what was he looking for? Why did I hide from him, we'd been intimate for hours. What was different now from before? I sighed as I realized what he was looking for. I couldn't tell him about my insecurities. Embarrassed I looked away, but he took my face between his hands, bringing my eyes back to his.

"I love you, Isabella. Please tell me, love." He didn't release my face as he waited for my answer.

I closed my eyes, seeking the last shield I had against him.

"Don't. Don't shut me out. Look at me, this is important. Tell me, love. Why do you feel like you need to hide from me?"

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for him to scoff or laugh at me when he found out. "I know I'm not shaped…" I sighed quietly, "I don't have curves like most women. I don't want to disappoint you." I whispered the last, feeling foolish and small. "You're perfect Jasper, and you deserve someone as perfect as you are, not someone flat as a pancake with no hips. Crap! I practically look like a boy!"

For several seconds he just looked at me, I hated that my eyes were teary, giving away how unsure of myself I felt.

He gently wiped away the tear that escaped and ran down my face. He dropped his hand to my breast, squeezing and teasing my nipple as he watched me. "Your breasts blush and your nipples harden when I look at you. You fit perfectly into my hand, and you taste delicious when I suckle your nipple. You are perfectly shaped, your hips graceful, curving and enticing me. You are most definitely not shaped anything like a boy. Your beauty stuns me, and I am fortunate to have you in my life," he growled and added, "and in my bed. I love how you respond to me."

He rolled my nipple between his fingers, looking down at me again. "Are your breasts perfect?" He waited with a raised eyebrow.

"You seem to think so." I whispered to him.

He nodded, "Do your breasts fit into my hands, as if they were made for me?" He asked me softly.

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Say it, Isabella." His voice was just a bit harder.

With a deep breath I answered, "Yes, my breasts fit into your hands."

"Tell me all of it, baby." His fingers tugged my nipples harder waiting for me to answer.

"My breasts fit perfectly into your hands, as if they were made for you."

"Yes they are perfect to me, love. What about your nipples, what do I think of them?" His voice was rough. He continued tugging and rolling the sensitive tips, it felt incredible, what he was doing with just two or three fingers. I couldn't stop the moan, both at his words and what he was doing to my breasts.

I groaned when I answered him. "You love my nipples; they get hard when you look at them. You like to lick and taste them." I was gasping now, "I love it when you pull them hard into your mouth, Jasper. It feels…ohhh." I couldn't finish. He had his lips on my nipple, suckling it strongly into his mouth, while his fingers tugged and pinched the other.

He lifted his head after several minutes. "And even though I can't show you right now, I love how your hips cradle me. I fit so tightly inside you, your hips holding me when we're together."

I stared up at him for a few minutes, thinking of how he'd told me and demonstrated how he felt. "How do you know exactly what to say to me? I've felt this way for years, and for the first time, I feel as if my body might actually be…pretty. How do you do it?"

"I love you. The way I look at your body is through the love I feel for you, but also because, you are beautiful. You just need to realize it." He held my face, kissing me softly on the lips, "How about a shower, love?" He pulled me up, wrapping me in his arms as we stood next to the bed, simply holding one another.

Crap, now I feel guilty for asking for reviews. But hey, they really do make my day brighter. I plan to post Chapter 15 Monday night.

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