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Dark Salvation

AN: Thanks for all of your reviews- we love you and so does Master J. I'm still finishing up the review replies that came in today but please know we read and appreciate them all. Because we're tired of answering it: please fucking trust us regarding the Bella and Edward issue. They're going to have their HEA and except for maybe two paragraphs in chapter 14 that mm1 wrote today, there is no heart fail. They stay together, he tells her everything soon, everyone is pretty happy. Okay? Good, now- read, enjoy, and review for a sneak peek at their Friday night sleepover.


Edward POV (Chapter 12)

I was nervous as I drove to Jasper's house Wednesday morning, I couldn't deny it. I had disobeyed him. I knew it, and, if I wasn't mistaken, he knew it too. Not only that, but then my filter malfunctioned and I said what I did at dinner. I had, of course, meant that I hoped Emmett never had to go through losing a patient. I could only hope Jasper wouldn't flay me for thinking I meant being with him was the torture.

I pulled into his driveway and I was startled to find that he was already waiting. Shit. Yup, I'm fucked. I gave him a tentative smile as I put the car in park. My eyes lit on the floorboard where I had cleaned the mat twice in hopes of removing my cum. Of course, I had, but I could still see its milky white substance in my mind's eye, the pleasure of the fantasy, all of it.

I stepped out of the car and the first words out of his mouth were, "Edward, did you disobey me?"

My eyes caught his, the blue of his eyes almost turning to ice with the accusation. My gaze went back to the car and I felt my cheeks heat up. He grasped his chin and forced my eyes to his once more. I could not lie to this man. Even if I wanted to, it wouldn't help my recovery. I made myself relax and nodded.

"Say it." He commanded.

I swallowed. "I disobeyed you, sir."

He all but shoved me away. I took the chastisement with my head bowed. Every word he said hit home. I wanted to get better. I needed to get better. And if being his sub was what it took, I'd freely do it. Would I want to be paraded around with a leash? No. And I'd probably buck if he even suggested it. But it hurt, really hurt when he pondered if I was good enough for him.

The next thing I knew he had started jogging to the lake. No…Jasper. Don't leave me! I ran after him as quickly as I could, racing past him and then turning so I was running backward to talk to him, make him see how much I needed this, needed him to make me better. "I'm sorry, sir. Give me a second chance, Jasper. Sir."

His eyes still had that ice blue look to them and his jaw was hard. But he slowed to a walk before he stopped. That was all it took. I dropped to my knees. If I needed to play the part, if I needed to show him how devoted to this I really was, then so be it. My head bowed and I tried to control my erratic breath as I dropped my head to his feet, showing my neck, my back, showing him that I'd take the beating if he gave it to me. I needed him, needed this and had to get it. I would die without this treatment. I'd be a failure to everyone.

He knelt down, one knee on the ground, and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Let's go back to my home, Edward."

"Yes, sir." I said, trying to keep my voice level as the sobs threatened to erupt once more. I heard him turn and start jogging back toward his house. I took a deep breath to calm myself before stumbling to my feet and running after him.

He got there first, big surprise, I managed to think with a little bit of humor and I stepped inside. He wasn't waiting in the entryway, but I heard him moving about in his bathroom. I shifted on one foot and then the other before he said, "Come in, Edward. You may wait with my towel until I finish. Then you may shower."

You want me to what? Focus Edward. You're a sub now. You will do what he demands. Even if he asks you to suck his cock you'll do it. You need this therapy. I shivered as I thought of him. I wasn't…thrilled with the idea of the sexual aspect of what may become of our "relationship", however, I couldn't deny my body's response to the concept, which only furthered to confuse me.

I heard the water running and saw his silhouette behind the glass of the shower door.

"Strip while you're out there. No sense is wasting time when I finish."

My mouth went dry as he turned, but I did as commanded, quickly undressing. I stood and waited quietly, watching him shower. His body was quite nice to look at and it only furthered to confuse me. My cock began to harden and I licked my lips as I watched him. What is going on with me? Why does he affect me the way he does? I see him, watch his naked body, and mine reacts to him. I thought back to all the other naked men I'd seen. Patients, coworkers, hell, even peers in the high-school locker room and none of them had done this to me. Perhaps it was just Jasper and the power he conveyed. I supposed I'd never know.

"Towel." He said shortly.

I dashed to the shelf where the clean towels were stored and moved to the entrance of his walk in shower, stretching out the towel to encompass him much like I would Bella when she stepped from the bath. He smiled and gave me a nod. I offered him the terrycloth and he shook his head. "You may dry me now, Edward."

My cock began to twitch and I nodded before stepping into the water. He held out his arms and I made quick work of drying his arms and chest. I then, surely awkwardly, pushed the towel onto Jasper's legs and groin, not knowing exactly what to do.

"Just tie it around my waist, Edward." He stated, I guess putting me out of my misery. I hadn't toweled off another man before. It was…unnerving to say the least. "Thank you, Edward." He said in a throaty voice. It sounded like gravel covered in honey and my cock twitched once more.

He turned around then, showing me his back for the first time. I couldn't help the gasp that leaked out and my fingers moved, seemingly unbidden to outline some of the more prominent markings.

"You may speak your mind," His voice made me jump. "I know you want to." He added.

What do I say? "Thank you, Jasper. Sir?" Shit. We were in his house. I wasn't supposed to call him Jasper. Was I? Or was that only during therapy? Fuck. I'm so confused.

"Jasper is fine now, Edward."

I ran my fingers along the longest scar. It wrapped from halfway of his back, up and over one shoulder. "How did you get these, Jasper?" I asked him. "I've never seen such extensive scar tissue outside of burns. I'm a surgeon and I see a lot, Jasper." Who did this to you?

"I once had a master far less forgiving in nature than I am." He said bitterly before going into some detail of his time with his mistress. The things they'd done to him made me sick and a love I hadn't realized I could feel for anyone outside of Bella began to grow in my heart. I'll do whatever it takes Jasper to make sure you'll never go through something like this again. You may be my master, but you'll always be my friend. And Cullen's protect their friends.

He went on to tell me that while I would be subservient, I would never be lesser than him. That made me smile. It felt…different. I had never been a sub before, but I had the feeling he was bending the rules with me somewhat. It made me feel special.

"Are you still uncomfortable from Monday night?" He asked me. Damn it if my cock didn't grow a bit at the question as I remembered what he had done to me. I shook my head.

He nodded. "Good, then perhaps tonight I will administer another lesson in pleasure and pain after we work on more meditation. We will still have your other therapy sessions as they will be beneficial in continuing your mental health when our time together is finished."

My gaze fell to my feet. I was just realizing what a wonderful person, friend Jasper was and already he was talking about us parting ways? No, I don't think I'd be able to deal with that. Not yet.

He put his hand on my shoulder, drawing me to him. Now our bodies were merely inches apart. "Do not fret." He almost whispered the words. "That is in the distant future. I have plans for you in the meantime. Edward, you wear my ring until I choose to take it back. Thirty, forty years down the road, I may still call on you and ask you to kneel. You will always have a way to contact me unless I am in Italy at which point you will have a way to leave a message for me. Now, shower, you're all sweaty from our run and we both have meetings this morning before seeing patients."

His hand drifted down my arm to rest at the top of my thigh. I managed to hold in the shiver that raced across my nerve endings, but only just. He then used the back of his index finger, the flat space between knuckles, to rub up and down across the sharp point of my hipbone. I couldn't help the sigh nor how my hips instinctively moved into his touch, my body craving more friction.

His smile was predatory as he leaned in so that his lips rested near my ear. "Soon, but not today. Not when you've been such a bad sub. You cannot touch yourself and I don't want Bella touching you either until Friday after our session. I am not pleased with your transgression, Edward. Just because I am a more lenient master does not make me an easier one."

He kissed the side of my neck, just below my ear and I felt his tongue flick to taste me. He backed away and slapped me hard on the ass. "Shower, now. Then breakfast."

I blinked and automatically began washing myself with the bar of soap there. It smelled just like him. Jasper. I was going to smell like Jasper all day long. Fuck…and I thought thinking of him was bad enough.

And what the hell? I wasn't supposed to touch myself OR Bella? How the hell is that fair? I…he had awoken something inside of me. A beast, if you will. And I didn't know how I would make it a day or so without feeding that particular monster. I needed it, needed the release. How dare he tell me to…

But you deserve it Edward. You disobeyed him. Be thankful he didn't break out that thing he smacked you with on Monday night. My cock surged once more and my hand went to it before I caught myself. Damn it all to fucking hell.

I hurried through the rest of my shower and dressed quickly going out to his kitchen. We enjoyed our morning, just two men who were friends, talking about our jobs and the local gossip of the hospital.

"What happened to your Master or Mistress or whoever it was that did this to you, Jasper?" I asked him when the lull in the conversation lagged too long. His eyes cut to my face and my eyes landed on my juice. "Sorry, sir." Great. The more time I'm around him, the more of Emmett comes out in me. God, I'm such a screw up.

"No, that's alright." He said finally. "I gave you leave to speak with me. I know what you are going through regarding being responsible for Mr. Burns because I killed my Mistress."

"K-killed her?" I asked him.

He nodded. "I don't like to talk about it." He stood then and grabbed up his bowl and glass. "I need to get going…"

I swallowed down the rest of my juice and took my things to the sink where he had already sat his. "Yes sir, I need to go too. I have a busy morning."

He all but shoved me out the door and I blinked as I sat in my car. What just happened? I turned over the engine and made my way to the hospital. My mind was working a million miles a minute it seemed as I thought of what he'd said. He'd killed his mistress. Is Jasper dangerous? Of course he is, I see the violence just under the surface in his eyes on occasion. You can't be a Dom without a little bit of violence in your nature. But could he hurt me? Bella? Is this a mistake? What would happen if I disobeyed too badly? He promised not to ever hurt me in that way, but would he stay true to that promise? I didn't know.

I went through my day, Jasper's story not far from my thoughts. His scars were horrid. I wonder if he's ever thought of having them removed? I'm sure Dad and/or Emmett would be glad to help. We wouldn't have to tell how it happened, it could have been a car accident, anything could have done that to him. No one would be the wiser…

I smiled as I thought of his back, now smooth because of my connections. I could see him thanking me, pleasuring me, rewarding me for making him whole again and the idea excited me.

"Whoa. Who you Jonesing for?" Emmett asked as he walked into one of the offices we had for residents to do research in.

I shot him a look even as I willed my erection away. "Go away Emmett. I'm working."

He snorted as he plopped his big ass down in the chair next to me. "So I see. What 'cha looking up? Some cool new surgery?" He had already looked at the computer monitor before I could close out the window. "Holy shit man! Domination? Submission? What the fuck man?"

I felt my cheeks heat up. "A…a patient. They live this…lifestyle. I just wanted to understand it a bit…"

He took the mouse from my hand and clicked on a few pages. "Day-um bro. Think Rosie'd be into this shit? Fuck. I wouldn't mind seeing her in a pleather corset and those fucking boots…"

My eyebrow rose as I looked at the picture. Yes, those were the ones, the "dominatrix" I had seen on TV shows and the like. Jasper, however, had shown to be nothing like that. At least, not yet. I shot him a look. "Emmett, if you ever get her into one, please don't tell me about it, okay?"

He laughed and slapped me on the back. "I'm picking up dad for lunch. Wanna come with?"

I shook my head. "I have a colonoscopy in twenty minutes."

His lip curled in disgust. "That's nasty bro. See ya later."

"Later Em," I said, already falling back into my studies. I clicked on the link and it brought me to a Q and A page.

Q: What is a "Submissive"?

A: An Individual that will give over control to the Dominant and
uses it for the purpose of mutual enjoyment and pleasure.

Q: What is a "slave"?

A: A slave is a person who gives up most of their rights to The
Dominant/Master/Mistress. One bound in servitude as the
property of a person or household.
One who is abjectly subservient to a specified person or
influence.

Huh. Well, I knew that. I clicked on another link.

The submissive doesn't have power to give if he is not self-sufficient and secure in his own ability. It's a form of chivalry. I rather liked that idea. I had always considered myself chivalrous.

It's like a powerful knight before his queen. A knight is a noble figure, but he lays those skills down at the feet of whomever he serves. I smiled.

Dominating a man who isn't self-assured and confident in what he's giving is really a futile activity. There's nothing to be gained. There's no satisfaction in breaking somebody who's already broken, or conquering someone who's already weak. I frowned. If that were true, why was Jasper even bothering with me?

A submissive's role as a submissive has to come from a place of power, because otherwise there's really nothing for that submissive to lay at the feet of his ruler. So, in breaking me, in training me to be submissive, he was giving me back my power?

I shook my head. Now I was even more confused than before. Maybe I needed to buy a book. I cleared out the history of the computer's Internet Explorer and stood. I needed to get back to work.

I made my way home and promptly at six, the doorbell rang. I had been surprised when Jasper called and left me a voicemail on my phone instructing me that our therapy was at mine and Bella's home tonight.

It unnerved me. I hadn't told Bella exactly what our therapy consisted of, but I didn't necessarily want her to find out when she stepped downstairs and found Jasper spanking my ass with his hand. Though…if she liked it…no. Stop. Bella is NOT like that. Forget about it. Your sexual deviance is not hers Edward.

Bella answered the door while I grabbed her casserole from the oven. Dinner was a nice, seemingly normal affair. Afterward, I cleaned up the dishes while Bella and Jasper both enjoyed a glass of Brandy. Since my treatment began, Jasper had allowed Bella to put the alcohol back where we normally kept it, and surprisingly, I'd not had any desire to drink anything, though, I had the feeling that being banished from sex for a few days would make me wish for a bottle.

Once the table was clean, I cleared my throat. Jasper grasped Bella's hand and kissed it. "Bella doll, if you don't mind, I'd like to have therapy alone with Edward tonight. Would that be a problem?"

She blushed and shook her head while visions danced in my own of her pleasuring Jasper while I pleasured her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

She walked over to me and kissed me tenderly. "I'm going to go into the living room and watch some TV while I read. You guys have a good session, alright?

We watched her go and Jasper said, "Perhaps when you have become a decent sub I can show you what it takes to become a Dom. I have the feeling that Bella has a rather submissive personality Edward. She would be only too easy to bend to your will should you want to take that next step in your relationship."

My mouth fell open. "I…um…ugh…"

He laughed. "All in good time Edward. We must train you first. Come, your therapy waits…" I followed him to the front hall where he grabbed his backpack from the floor and together we walked down the stairs to the basement.

He got out his I-pod and hooked it up, this time to some kind of music, no words and with a rather loud beat. My brow furrowed. I watched him lock the door and he said, "Strip Edward."

I swallowed, scared of what he had in store, scared that Bella would come down whilst the door was locked, scared of the fact that my dick was already straining my pants…I obeyed immediately though. I had been barefoot, something Bella and I often were in the evenings, so I slid out of my khakis, boxers and polo, folding them neatly before I walked back to him, my eyes trained on the floor. I knelt before him.

"Very nice Edward. I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you."

I opened my mouth and shut it quickly. "You may speak." He offered.

I kept my eyes on the floor. I knew I was in trouble anyway. "Sir, I, I wanted to apologize. I didn't mean what I said on Monday night. It…came out wrong. I wanted to mention it today and I…" I felt his hand on my face and he lifted it so my eyes met his.

"Yes, I am most disappointed in you Edward. You think I'm a hard master?"

"No!" I said quickly.

He backhanded me. "Silence. I am speaking."

My head fell once more and he sighed. "Edward, after all I told you this morning, after all I promised…"

"I didn't know," I whispered, so intent on getting this out of me I didn't care if I got punished for speaking out of turn. "I didn't mean you. I meant losing a patient." I took a deep breath. "You're one of the best things that's ever happened to me." I told him. And it was the truth. I wanted to kill myself before Jasper. He changed me. Made me better. Made me almost well. And we weren't even done yet.

He sighed again. "Edward…you are so much like me. Come." He moved to his backpack and pulled out a small paddle. He sat on the sofa and motioned me over. I made to stand when he said, "No. You're being punished. You will walk on your knees to me. You have disobeyed and disrespected your master. You can not have possession of your feet until I tell you. Understand?"

I gave him a small nod and walked on my knees over to him. "Bend over my lap." He instructed.

My cock was straining for him and I felt a drop of precum fall from my slit. I held in the shiver as my length brushed the rough fiber of the denim that covered him. I stretched myself across his lap and he whispered, "You must be quiet pet, or Bella will come down here and demand to know what is going on. And we don't want that, do we?"

I shook my head silently. I knew this would need to be shared with Bella, but not now, not yet.

I felt his cool hand travel over my bare buttocks almost lovingly. "Such a lovely ass you have Edward. I'm going to teach you so many things. Do you think you're ready to learn them?"

I nodded again and felt the sting of the paddle hit me. "This is for disobeying me." Whack. "I told you not to touch yourself." Whack. "You will listen to me." Whack. "I'm doing this for your good Edward!" Whack.

I felt hot tears rolling down my cheek. It didn't hurt, not really, but it was horrible feeling knowing I'd disappointed him. I was so unworthy of his affections.

I felt his left hand fist in my hair as he hit me again. "I was hurt by you Edward this week." Whack. "You made me regret, almost for a moment that I had agreed to this." Whack. The tears continued to pour down my face. I'd hurt him. I was nothing.

"Am I such a bad master?" Whack. "Do you regret taking my ring?" Whack.

"Nooo!" I sobbed.

Whack. "Do not speak until I tell you that you may speak Edward!" He growled. His hand tightened further in my hair. "I do not want to beat you into submission Edward. But I will if I have to."

I was openly sobbing by this point. I had failed him. I'd only had my ring two days and already I had messed up almost beyond repair. I would make it up to him, no matter what. I attempted to remain silent for the rest of my spanking and finally, it was over. "You may sit up now." He said in a strained voice.

I sat back on my heels and he let out a little groan. "Even just thinking about you wanting me, wanting me to spank you again, it makes me hard, Edward."

I groaned unwillingly. He moved his hand to mine and moved it so I just brushed his rather obvious bulge. "This is the power a sub has over his master."

I don't know what made me do it, but the next thing I knew, I'd grabbed his face and fused our lips together.

It was a strange sensation. He was very obviously not as soft as Bella, but his lips were delicious. A mixture of the tea Bella made for him, the Brandy, and something else, which must be the flavor unique to only him. Fuck…

It was over almost before it started though as he pulled away. His eyes were now a dark blue, almost navy, and they fascinated me. He slapped me across the face. "Never. Do. That. Again. A sub does what his master chooses, not the other way around. Do you understand me?"

I nodded as my eyes fell. Could I do nothing right?

"A master tells a sub what to do. It is his power." He smirked. "And it's my power to choose where I will find my own release."

I nodded mutely. I had once more overstepped my bounds. "Get dressed." He demanded.

I quickly put my clothes on while keeping my head down, my eyes trained on the floor. I took a breath and Jasper came closer. "Speak."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Look at me."

I looked up at him. He seemed a bit more…composed. "Edward, you certainly try a man's patience. You need so much…I'm not sure I can do this."

"Please sir." I said, fully realizing I was beginning to beg. "I'll be better. I just…I don't know what I'm doing. I went online to try to find out some stuff and…"

He laughed. "You went online? Wait…let me guess. You googled it, right?" He let out a snort. "Edward, this isn't something you can look up. You can't learn it from a book. It's here." He said as he touched my chest. "The relationship isn't so different than a marriage. It can be, but not with me. I try to respect my subs. I want them to want to come to me willingly, not feel they have to out of a sense of loyalty and brainwashing. I don't work like that." His voice lowered as he said, "I'm better than that."

He turned and went to his I-pod. "Session's over." He said quietly.

I thought a moment and said, "Jasper, sir, have…have you ever thought of getting the scars on your back removed?"

His back stiffened. "Damn it Edward! I just got finished telling you…" He stopped and blew out a breath. "No. They are memories. They remind me of what I lived through. I don't have to justify myself to you or anyone else."

"No sir," I said quickly. "I just…some people don't feel whole."

"Do they disgust you? Do I disgust you?"

"Never sir." I told him.

He smiled. "I'll be leaving on Saturday. I'm going to visit the…head office, if you will, of our group."

"Head office?" I asked.

He nodded grimly. "Yes. I have to visit my master."

"You have a…?"

"And I'll be taking a sub with me."

My eyes widened. Did he, does he, would I if he…? "Sir?"

He walked back to his bag and stowed the paddle. "Yes, I'd like it if you came and took me to the airport on Saturday. My flight leaves at six in the morning. Since it is so early, perhaps you'd like to stay over?"

Would I?

"I'll make sure Seth doesn't disturb your sleep. He's quite…eager."

"Seth, sir?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes. The sub I'm taking with me."

Oh. He's…got someone else in mind.

"He's earned me." Jasper went on. "You would do well to take a page from his book."

My hands fisted. I have been earning him. I should be able to…

"You can be jealous all you want Edward, but don't let me see it or you'll find yourself at the bottom of my list when I return from Italy."

Was I jealous? Fuck yes I was jealous. I have been working with Jasper. Me. I'd been giving my all to him. Even you know that's not true Edward. You wouldn't try him so much if you were giving yourself over completely.

Jasper then smirked. "Oh, and don't forget, you can't touch yourself or Bella until I say so. Don't forget our session on Friday Edward. If you want to take me to the airport, just bring a bag with you on Friday night. Therapy will be at my house on Friday so I can also prepare for my trip. Alright?"

I nodded.

He grinned and said, "See you Friday Edward"

I followed him up the stairs where I heard him tell Bella, "Thank you for being so understanding Bella. Edward is doing quite well, I assure you. But as for what we discussed? Let's give him a little space, shall we?"

"You mean...?" She asked.

He replied, "Yes."

What was that about?

Thursday was the usual hospital work day. We had plans with Rosalie and Emmett. We got together once a month with them and tonight it was Emmett's turn to pick. "We're going bowling bro!" He all but sang as they walked into our house.

"Joy." I muttered.

He laughed. "I thought so."

I rolled my eyes and we piled into Rosalie's car. First was dinner, also his choice, and we enjoyed wings and things at the local bar. Their food was excellent and I thoroughly enjoyed my cheeseburger. As we were eating, Bella said, "Ali! Alice!"

Alice came up to our table all smiles. "Hi guys."

"Alice, you've met Emmett, and this is his wife Rosalie."

Alice shook her hand and leaned over me to whisper something in Bella's ear when she froze. "Edward…what an…unusual ring you have there." She said, noticing the ring Jasper had given me.

"Thank you." I told her.

"Jasper gave it to him." Bella said.

Alice's eyes darkened. "Is that a fact. Well, isn't that nice. You know what Edward? I just remembered I had a question to ask you about a mutual patient. Would you step outside with me?" She turned to the man with her. "Laurent, care to grab us a table?"

He kissed her hand. "Sure. I'll be waiting while you talk shop."

She smiled as she watched him go. "He's such a sweetie." Her eyes came back to me. "Edward?"

I sighed and followed her outside. I knew what this was about. She knew. "How could you!" She asked me as soon as the door shut behind us.

"Alice…"

"NO! Bella is my friend. And I notice she isn't wearing one of Jasper's rings. So tell me Edward. Does she know?"

My shoulders slumped. "No."

"You son of a bitch. How could you?"

"It's not like that Alice!"

"You sold your soul Edward! You're…what? A sub? A slave? And what is Bella?"

"My wife."

"You're at his beckon call."

"He's helping me!"

"He's fucking you!"

"Not yet." I growled.

Her eyes grew wide. "I can't believe you Edward. How could you? Really."

"He is helping me Alice. He's the only one that can."

"You don't know anything about him. You don't know what or who he is Edward. What he's done, what he's…become."

"I know that he's got me back in that O.R. Alice. I know that he's made me not contemplate suicide. I know that he's got Bella and I back together better than ever."

She slapped my face. You know, I'm getting tired of my face being a fucking slap-magnet. "You need to tell her what you're doing Edward."

"No."

"Edward…so help me. If you don't tell her, I will."

"You can't Alice."

"Give me one good reason why."

"Jasper won't allow it."

She laughed flatly. "I don't wear one of his fucking rings Edward. He doesn't own me like a piece of…of…of…whatever the fuck you are. You disgust me." She turned on her heel and stomped back into the bar.

Oh boy…fun stuff.

Friday went about much in the same manner as Thursday, though, it seemed to go much faster, as I was dreading the session tonight. I'm not sure why. I pulled into Jasper's driveway and sighed. I wasn't sure what would come of our night, and that unnerved me.

I had been a good boy all day yesterday. And I guess Bella must be having PMS or something, because she hasn't pushed for sex, for which I was extremely thankful. I still hadn't come up with an excuse as to why I couldn't be with her. And for some reason, I didn't think the headache thing would work with her.

I stepped onto the porch and opened Jasper's screen door. There, right before my eyes was a rather gorgeous, rather well-built Native American guy – young - maybe 20 tops, on his knees while Jasper is reclining back, his eyes shut as he zipped up his pants.

Jasper opened one eye and gave me a lazy smile. "Hello Edward, sorry you missed the show. He's too good and I just couldn't hold off any longer."

A/N: Don't you want that sneak peek at their sleepover now? Master J said I can give a naughty sneak peek.