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Calin: (Kristin… a.k.a. Hypocrite) Alright ladies here it is… your beloved Jasper, but don't be fooled, this ain't SM's southern gentleman! Bwahahahaha… Also I would like note that Robs and I have nothing against the things mentioned in this chapter, these are merely the opinions of dicksper =D Leave some love with a review, we want to know if Jasper makes your panties wet too! and a special thanks to our fuckawesome beta Kel!

Kirmit/CBE: (Robs aka Rich bitch) Hahaha. Jazzy! I love him and his razzle dazzle POV! Dood totes nothing against anyone. Fer sure. Jazz just has a big effing mouth. Review. Coz we like it.

Playlist suggestion: 'Dark Blue' – No Doubt (in case you didn't pay attention last chapter!); "Wasteland" – 10 years (preferably the acoustic version to get the full effect)


Chapter 2: Memories of A Siren

The light filtered through my room, entering my sub-consciousness, causing me to wake up from the best dream ever. I groaned and pull the pillow beside me over my face. Christ, I just want to sleep off this damn headache.

When will you learn Jasper, Whiskey's not your friend. I took a deep breath, the scent of coconuts damn near choked me.

"Rose!" I growled throwing the pillow across the room. I swear if my little sister kept coming into my room I'll destroy every pair of her beloved Jimmy Choos.

Resigning to the fact that I won't be getting anymore sleep, I slowly sat up in bed, resting my head in my hands as the pounding in my head intensified. I take an inventory that my body, especially my dick, is sore. Once my equilibrium adjusted to being upright, I raked my fingers through my black locks. Sure I got called a pussy for dying my natural blond hair black, but fuck, I was tired of being called Rosalie's twin.

As much as I loved my step-sister, I despised her just as much.

Especially when she decides to spray her body spray on my bed, I thought as I glared at the pillow from before. I shook my head, looking over at the clock. The red, block numbers show that its 8:30 in the morning. Great, I'm hung over and awake before one on my day off.

Fucking dandy.

I stood up and stretched when I realized that I was undressed. I must have not been as fucked up as I thought I was. Normally, I just passed out in my clothes.

I shook it off and walked to my bathroom; thank God I have my own bathroom. I didn't know if I could ever stand having to share with two grown women. High school was hard enough.

As soon as the water was just the way I liked it, I stepped under the shower head, letting the water pound down on my face. Today was a day I was looking forward too. Rose had classes, Bella had to work, which left me home alone.

"Clean your fucking room Jazz" Bella's words echoed to me. And that's what I planned on doing. Cleaning and working on some new songs.

I turned my back under the spray; wincing a little as the water stung my back. Strange.

After washing my hair and body, I stepped out of the shower to dry off. Remembering the brief stinging in my back, I wiped the condensation off the mirror to see my reflection. I turned slightly to see scratches on my back.

What the fuck?!

I stared stupidly at my reflection for what seemed like hours, trying to wrack through the hung over induced fog of my brain. Still coming up with a blank, I decided to go get dressed.

Knowing that I had at least three hours of alone time, I just put on a simple pair of blue plaid boxers and slipped on a black wife beater.

I ran my fingers through my hair once more, scanning my room. Well it was obvious that I had a lot of shit to do today in here. Unfortunately, between my schedule at work, Rose's school schedule, and playing at the club when I can, my room - which is my sanctuary - had been seriously neglected.

I started by collecting the massive amount of clothing that littered my floor, stopping mid stride when I noticed lying on top of my jeans from last night was an opened and emptied condom wrapper.

"Jesus Christ" I muttered under my breath. I wasn't too concerned about the wrapper. I was by no means a man whore; there are only two girls that I've ever had sex with, one - I don't remember her name - that my friend Peter set me up with as a birthday gift, and my on again off again girl Maria, or 'whore' as she's known by Rose and Bella.

But wait, when I thought about it… Maria is in Texas this week.

Now this realization had me panicked a bit. Sure, I may be a bastard at times, but my momma raised me better then to be a guy that actively seeks one night stands.

Maybe this was left over from the last time I was with Maria…. I shuddered wondering if it had really been that long since I cleaned in here. And more importantly why would I have the wrapper if we were at a hotel?

Seriously Jazz, lay of the JD. I shook my head at my thoughts, and realized my curtains were opened slightly. Well shit, I swore those were closed last night.

Ignoring the feeling in my stomach, that something was wrong, I continued to pick up around the floor.

As I grabbed the last of my pants, I cleaned out the pockets. Nothing pisses my cousin Bella off more then shit in the washer from being left in the pockets. Nothing pisses me off more then her stealing the twenty that was in my jeans.

I finally got to the pair that I wore last night. As I reached into one of the pockets my fingers instantly made contact with lace and satin string. I pulled the object out, a black ball of fabric. I start to undo the ball when it hits me…

These sexy as fuck black panties were defiantly not Maria's.

What did I do?!

More importantly, who did I do?!

I looked up from the panties, to my bed. Jesus-Titty-Fucking-Christ, I brought a girl home! I slapped myself mentally, for breaking my own damned rule, but stopped when my eyes landed on a pile of foil wrappers.

Before my brain had a chance to catch up to what I was doing, I picked the pile up and started counting.

One…

Two…

Four?

Mother fucking SEVEN! Seven fucking condoms! What the hell? Eight dumb shit, my mind calculated. How in the hell did I go eight times? I was drunk for crying out loud!

I stumbled my way to my green over stuffed chair. As I plopped down into it my left foot kicked my old cowboy hat. Shit, I had hid that in the closet when we moved here from Texas.

When I leaned down to pick up the hat, that's when it all came back to me.

It all started at the bar, they had an open mic night; and I was 'expected', as Emmett, the bouncer had put it. I remember when I got there; he warned me there was a new chick in that night, who looked like sex in heels.

I naturally shrugged it off. Emmett usually only had eyes for my sister, but he was too much of a pussy to act on it.

But then she came on stage. Fucking sex in heels, just like Emmett had said. The little black and gray dress she was wearing was short enough to show off her beautiful legs. The thin strings of what were considered straps, showed off her shoulders, perfect fucking collarbones, and neck.

I heard the opening snare beats and bass cords for the song Dark Blue, and I was entranced. As soon she opened her pretty little mouth, it was like a siren's call. I couldn't take my attention away from her.

At the line:

"Your potential, well I'll indulge in that

Violent timing explains the aftermath"

She locked her big beautiful eyes on mine and I felt my cock twitch in my jeans. Her eyes were the darkest fucking green I had ever seen. Green is my favorite color.

After the song, shit changed. I don't know if maybe I was blinded by my fucking hormones, hearing her voice sing out like that or what; but the encounter we had shortly after was not what I had imaged.

I was talking to some dude, who was telling me how he and his sister were new to the open mic circuit, and I was giving him pointers. Then she walked up to us. I was about to say something to complement her on her singing, when a buddy of mine pushed me, causing me to spill some of my Jack and Coke.

Shit man I didn't know it hit her, but she fucking lost it. She started yelling at me about how much the shoes cost her. Even though I thought the heels made her legs look sexy as fuck; she hit a nerve with me.

Thus, causing me to call her a spoiled little rich bitch. Then she prattled on about how I was a hypocrite or some shit, cause of my shirt costing more then her entire outfit. Proving the theory I had that that she was spoiled. I only know what the hell diesel brand is because Bella and Rose are always buying me this shit. I would much rather wear my faded wranglers.

Well, no strike that, that's the Texan Jasper, not the current Jasper.

Regardless of the fact, this bitch was off base. She eventually stormed off with the dude I was talking to and I could really care less.

When it was time for me to go up and do my set, I was seriously tempted to say fuck it to the song I planned on doing and sing a song just for her. A song that I felt described her to a 'T', but I didn't. Instead, I sat down with my acoustic guitar and sang Wasteland.

As usual when I sing a popular song, people sing along. This time though I was more interested in the dark eyed beauty that was still eye fucking me with a scowl. I'm not sure why, but it surprised me to see her, swaying from side to side singing along. I couldn't get my attention off of her. What the hell was wrong with me?

I kept my distance most of the night, but still kept an eye on her. I noticed she was doing an awful a lot shots and had heard in passing that it was her twenty-first birthday. I cringed at the memory of my buddies taking me out on mine. I felt sorry for her and a little jealous of the guys buying her drinks.

It was about closing time and somehow she had lost her ride home.

I was getting ready to leave, when Emmett stopped me.

"Dude, what do you think of the pixie?"

"What pixie?" I asked him.

He rolled his eyes, "You know what pixie bro, the one that had her twenty-first tonight. Dude, I saw her eye fucking you on stage."

I just shrugged and leaned against the side of the building, lighting a smoke. "Why does it matter to you? Last I heard you were using my sister in your own personal spank bank. What's the deal with you checking out the new girl?"

"Jasper, please, your sister deserves a better reference then spank bank material. I prefer 'dream fuck'" I snorted at him. "But seriously, that little girl had an ass you could bounce a quarter off of, legs for days, and that fucking mouth." He got quiet when the door opened. And there she fucking was, all giggles and smiles.

"Need a ride birthday girl?" Emmett teased. I knew he wouldn't let her drive on her own. She just giggled, casting sideways glances at me and nodded 'yes'.

I slowly licked my bottom lip as she walked over to me.

"You didn't wish me a happy birthday," she fucking pouted. As her lower lip stuck out I tried my damndest not to take it in my mouth.

"I'm sorry ma'am" I laid my accent on thick, something I rarely do, but I figured fuck it, it's her birthday, might as well get her panties wet. Her eyes glazed over and I knew it affected her the way her body has been affecting me all night. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Happy birthday, beautiful." And placed a kiss on her lower ear lobe.

I pulled back and watched as her cheeks turned a bit pink and she bit her bottom lip.

Wow must be affecting her better then I thought I could, my smug mind whooped with joy.

The cab came up to the curb and Jake told Emmett to make sure we both got home safe. So Emmett did the next best thing, he put us in the same cab.

That's when all hell broke loose. Being in the back seat of the little cab next to her, I tried to think of random things, to keep my dick from exploding. But her scent filled the air. Fucking coconuts and something floral. I love coconuts, it reminds me of summer vacation, having no worries in the world. I found myself leaning closer to her, smelling the coconut in her hair. The next thing I knew, we're fucking kissing like teenagers desperate to make it to second base.

She came out of the cab with me and at first I was scared shitless. I never bring a girl home, fuck, I live with two of them, why submit myself to more torture? So I made a decision that I would get her sobered up some, and get her a ride back to her place. That's it.

I was sadly mistaken. We went to the kitchen, where I got some water to try and wet my cotton mouth, and get some coffee started for her. But she had other ideas. I turned around to find her sitting on the butcher's block, her legs open inviting me to heaven on earth. That was when I officially lost all of the damn lessons of being a gentleman.

After recovering from damn near drowning on my water, I attacked her mouth with my own. If she wants to play dirty, that's what she'll get. I smirked up at her, as my hands ghosted up her thighs, under her dress. Jesus Christ, her skin is smoother then silk. My fingers traced the lines of the three skimpy straps of her panties, and they slid under them and yanked them down.

I was rougher with them then I had intended, but Fucking A, I needed to see them. Just as I expected, they were sexy as hell. I put them in my pocket, not wanting to leave them out for one of the girls to find.

I pushed her knees apart, lowering myself to her. Jesus Christ, she was bare there too. Gently, almost teasingly, I licked her entrance, taking my time to enjoy her taste, and again, just as I expected, it was perfection. I ran my tongue over her clit in circles, alternating from fast to slow; feather light touches, to rough lapping; causing her to moan loudly and buck into my face. I nipped at her, smiling as I heard her cry out, and try to close her legs around me. I wasn't having any of that, so I grabbed her thighs harder to keep her still.

It wasn't until she started running her fingers in my hair, that I realized I was feasting on her in the kitchen. It took everything in me to stop, but I did, and led her to the stairs. She seemed hesitant, almost unsure that she wanted this. I turned to face her, and saw her dark eyes half lidded with lust. I had to kiss her to show her that I wanted her just as much.

For a girl so small, she damn near knocked me over when she threw herself at me while she kissed me. This woman was going to fucking kill me with all the grinding she was doing to my dick.

When we finally got to my room, I pushed her against the door, returning her teasing by grinding myself into her. Fuck, I've never wanted someone as much as I wanted her. She broke from our kiss, and while I was a tad upset that I couldn't taste her tongue or lips, I was relived that I could breathe.

She started kissing and nibbling on my neck, increasing the pressure of her bites every now and then. Fuck, I love a girl that would bite me. I cupped her breast in one hand; it fit fucking perfectly; while my other hand grabbed her ass tighter. I felt her little hands wind their way down to my pants, to remove my belt.

I held my breath for a minute. Any normal man would have been shouting for joy internally, but I was a little freaked. Sure I had experience, but no girl has ever taken the initiative to do anything to me, if you catch my drift.

But here was this dark haired siren, grinning at me like she was fucking Aphrodite, as she slowly slid down between me and the door. I braced myself, placing my hand on the door frame and holding on tightly.

When her small, delicately soft hand reached in my boxers, I had to bite back the moan that was bubbling in my throat. She looked up at me through her lashes and I knew she knew that I wanted it, but I wasn't going to force her.

And I sure as shit wasn't going to say no either!

Slowly she licked the head of my dick, testing the waters almost; causing me to bite my lip harder. She never broke her eye contact with me as she danced her pink tongue around me, stopping occasionally to place open mouth kisses on the tip.

Fucking Christ, is this what I've been missing, I thought as my grip tightened on the door frame.

Then slowly, she wrapped her mouth around me, bobbing her head up and down my length. Sucking and swirling her tongue around me, she pushed my cock deeper in her mouth. Instinctively my hips bucked towards her. I pressed my forehead to the door, muttering 'fuck' under my breath. I heard and felt her moan, and that was enough to make me come into her mouth.

She cleaned my dick off like it was her favorite ice cream cone, before standing up and smiling at me.

"Yummm" she said as she licked her lips. Just the simple act of watching her lick her lips like that, made my dick spring to life again.

I led her over to my green chair and laughing on the inside. Here I was naked as the day I born from the waist down and she was only missing her panties, but somehow that didn't faze me.

"Want a ride darlin'?" I smirked at her, her eyes glazed over slightly and she nodded. I went to my closet to get my condoms and saw my old Stetson. Figuring what the hell, I stripped my shirt off and placed the black hat on my head.

I walked out to a grinning girl. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy?" I merely tipped my hat in response. I walked closer to her, kissed her and took her bottom lip in between my teeth, nibbling on it. She giggled and pushed me into the chair, taking the condoms from me.

I watched her in fascination as she took control. Placing the wrapper in between her teeth she ripped it open, taking the condom out throwing the wrapper across the room. She slid the condom me.

"Saddle up ma'am" I lick my lips again as she hitched her skirt up, and straddled me. Her hands were on my shoulders and she positioned herself, slowly sliding down. We both moan, as I fill her up. She waited a moment, letting her tight pussy adapt to the size of my dick. I, on the other hand, was fighting to keep my cool. She was so fucking tight, it's unbelievable.

"Ready for the ride of your life, cowboy?" Before I can answer her, she started to rock her hips against me, gaining speed with each rock of her hips. She leaned against me, kissing my shoulder as her fingers dig into forearms. I started bucking my hips into her, pushing myself deeper into her. I start kissing her neck, nipping and sucking on her sweet, silky skin.

We moved faster and I got closer to my release again. Fuck this girl is good.

She leaned back, arching as she bounced harder onto my cock. I took the hat off and placed it on her head. Christ on a crutch, she fucking hot, I think as she looked at me with a smile, her hand reaching up to hold the hat in place, as my hands lock onto her hips, pushing her faster and harder onto me as I buck wildly.

Just the mere vision of seeing her, holding onto my hat as she rides me like a wild bronco makes me see stars, as I came harder then I ever have before.

Once my breathing returned to normal, I grabbed her face in between my hands, pulling her to me so I can kiss her. She smiled against my lips, placing her hands over mine.

"I might have to see a rodeo now" She giggled, and it's so fucking cute. Normally I would have thought she was making fun of me, but her eyes; although bloodshot like mine surely are, showed no judging in them.

She crawled off my lap, and walked over to my bed. I disposed of the condom, and watched her as she swayed her hips to what ever beat was in her head at that moment. Then she fucking turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, lifted her skirt, showing me the perfection that is her ass, and winked.

I growled at her, grabbing her against me roughly. "Are we being a tease?" I asked huskily in her ear, taking the lobe in my mouth, sucking on it. She just moaned and ground her ass into my cock.

Fuck, I was hard again.

"You know what I want to do to you?" She shook her head 'no'. "I wanna fuck your ass to sleep" I growled at her, pushing her so she was bent over the side of my bed.

I made quick work of putting on a new condom, and thrust into her fast and hard. I could feel her legs quiver as I pound into her. I grabbed her by her thighs holding her up, making her moan louder as I pressed into her deeper.

Her cries of pleasure caused me to keep going, as my fingers pressed into her skin harder. I was going to bruise her if I kept this shit up.

"Fuck…. Harder" she panted, and I give her all I had. I could feel my self getting closer, and I tried to fight it. The last thing I wanted was to come faster then I did when lost my virginity at sixteen.

Finally, once our bodies had built up a thick layer of sweat, I lost it. I was proud that I held off for as long as I did, but fuck it all; she hadn't come yet.

Now I had a mission, I was going to fuck this girl all night if I needed to just to make her come. There was no way that I was going to let her be unsatisfied, especially if I want to see her again.

Wait, who said any thing about this being a repeat performance? Who was I kidding? There was something about her that called to me, even though I despised her rich girl attitude.

Jasper just shut the fuck up and go with it, I thought..

I led her to my bed, sitting down with her and kissed every inch of her exposed skin. Alternating between soft delicate kisses and nibbling, to more aggressive passion filled sucking and biting. I slowly removed her dress to see she was wearing a bra that was similar to the damn panties.

I felt like a fifteen year old again, as I fondled her tits through the fabric of her bra. I could tell she was getting frustrated with my gentle strokes and kisses, but I was learning all I could about her. I learned about the way her porcelain skin, made the pigment of her nipples remind me of a blush rose pedal. I learned how much she liked it when I would trace patterns around her nipple then gently blow on it.

I even learned that she had a light dusting of freckles along her hip bone, and when kissed the right way she would giggle and squirm, trying everything she could to get away.

I also learned she was adventurous, always willing to try something new. Even though after numerous positions, she still had yet to have her release. She looked absolutely radiant with her skin flushed, a wide smile on her face, her big green eyes sparkling.

She seemed to have really enjoyed the position in which she sat in my lap while holding onto the headboard for support. I have to admit, it was great for me too! I found it cute when I asked her how she found that one.

"I read it in a story once" she giggled, and blushed.

As we laid in my bed, her body was exhausted, but I was still fucking determined to make her come.

I pulled her closer to my chest, my arm wrapped along her waist. I buried my face in the crook of her neck while placing soft kisses there. She made a purring sound in the back of her throat and I felt her nails rake onto my scalp.

"Are you tired yet baby?" I whispered to her. She shook her head 'no', while turning her head to face me.

"Are you?" She raised an eyebrow at me as if challenging me.

"Nope" I popped the 'p'. She smiled and kissed me softly. Soft little pecks on the mouth, causing me to smile.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Ever hear of the 'criss cross'?" She shook her head 'no' again. "Well you stay on your back like that." I reached over and got another condom ready. "Then we take these beautiful things you call legs, and place them here." I explained placing her legs over me, as I laid on my side next to her.

She gave me a puzzled look at first, but I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth, instead of explaining anymore. I began to swirl my tongue around and sucked on it gently. When I heard her moan, I gently and slowly pushed myself into her. She moaned louder, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

We were caught up in that position for what seemed like hours, taking turns to kiss and caress each other. I could feel her tightening around my dick. Now that I had her so close to where I wanted her, I didn't want her there yet, but, as always, she had other plans.

With the grace that would rival that of a dancer, she managed to not only push me onto my back, but turn herself on my dick so that she was facing and riding me.

I place my hands on her hips, wanting her to go easy, I mean shit this is round eight and I'm fucking sensitive right now; she obliges. She rocked her hips slowly, alternating between rocking and bouncing.

As time progresses, her breathing starts coming out in pants, and I can tell she wants to go faster. Fuck, at this point I do too.

I pull myself up, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I could feel her nails digging into the skin of my back, it felt fucking great. I started sucking on that fucking collar bone of hers that had been driving me crazy, teasing me since I first saw her, as she moves her hips faster.

"Oh… God…" She moaned loudly, pressing her forehead into my shoulder. I felt her muscles clamp down tighter onto me.

"Say my name when you come baby" I whispered to her, looking into her eyes. Her eyes got wide and that's when it dawns on me.

We didn't even know each other's names!

She rested her forehead on mine, moving her hips faster, causing me to go deeper into her. I saw her biting her lip. She wasn't going to ask my name. She wasn't going to show weakness.

"Jasper" I whispered to her, and watched as a small smile crossed her lips. I kissed her hard and deep, plunging my tongue into her mouth. I bucked my hips in rhythm with hers, hitting spots that I hadn't hit last time.

"Ohh… fuck… JASPER!!" She screamed out as she milked me through my own release.

That one orgasm, the one that made her shudder, shake, scream, cry, and then finally laugh, was enough to send her into a blissed out coma.

As she laid there in my bed, wrapped in my sheets; I was momentary thankful that I brought her home, because that was the best night of my life.

But damn it, it was like a bad country song.

Because I didn't even know her name