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Calin(Kristin/Jazz) :Okay my pretties here it is… Jaspers version of that night! HOT DAMN! Our cute but deadly plot bunny bit me and almost made this chapter IMPOSSIBLE! So disclaimer as usual, Jasper's opinions do not reflect the opinions that of Robin, Kelci nor myself… (Seriously, I thought Kels was gonna shank me cause of Jazz's thoughts on a certain band… hehe) Remember show us love, we show some in return!

Kirmit/Chocolatebrowneyes (Robs/ Alice): Hmmm Chapter 4. Another JPOV. This is the chapter where things start to get interesting. And yes! Another steaming helping of smut. As always if you like it review us and you can also come join us at the Twilighted Forums: www(dot)twilighted(dot)?f=44&t=2923&start=50. We'll talk to anyone. And answer questions, share pictures and have a good time! Hmm as always thanks to the people who are supporting us while we are doing this venture. Our families. They are fuckawesome!

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Playlist suggestions: (recap from Chapter 3) AC/DC – shook me all night long; Beyonce – If I were a boy; 30 seconds to mars – the kill (again acoustic will give you a better feel for that part); Christina Aguleria – Get mine, Get yours


Chapter 4: The War Inside Me

I had finally got my room cleaned to the standards that was expectable for a single man. I knew Bella or Rose would bitch about the various stacks of paper strewn about my room but that shit was organized chaos. Just the way I liked it.

I glanced at my clock, seeing that it was a quarter past three. Fuck, it took me while to clean this bitch up. I threw on a pair of jeans, grabbed my laundry and headed downstairs.

"Oh, look what the cat drug in." Rose smirked at me over her glass. She was sitting at the table with several books spread out. See, my sister was book smart; something that I'll admit isn't my forte. A lot of people couldn't get past her physical appearance.

She, like me, was a tall blond, with blue eyes. But that's where our similarities end. She was my complete opposite. She used her looks to her advantage, ever since she learned at fourteen her boobs would get her anything she wanted; a fact that earned me a permanent seat in the detention halls of our schools and a bed in the local jail in Texas.

She was also very outgoing and opinionated. She embraced her southern roots, and would flaunt it proudly that she had even won Miss Texas Teen.

"Shut your trap, Rose" I snapped at her as I loaded up the wash. As I walked by her again I finally noticed her books. "Big paper due for psych?" That was another thing that I didn't understand about her. She could get anything she wanted, worked part time at a garage 'cause Hell, she knew more about cars then most of the men in the pit crews in NASCAR. But her dream job was to be a psychiatrist. How in the world someone so egocentrically as she is thought that she could help someone was beyond me.

"Yeah, I was actually going to do a paper on why my big brother hides from who he really is, and only shows his inner self to his family. And why he has to spend copious amounts of time holed up into his room, or stuck in a smoke filled bar to sing."

"Oh someone's being snarky, you raggin'?" She just flipped me off.

"Why you walkin' like you just broke in a stubborn 'stang?" Shit, I knew I was stiff but I didn't think it was that noticeable.

"Slept funny" I lied. The last thing I wanted to tell her was about the mystery girl from last night. Rose would give me hell from here to kingdom come.

She just shrugged, waving me off, effectively ending any and all conversation that was to be had.

I wandered back into my room, changing the sheets on my bed to my favorite blue and green flannel plaid. Looking at the green of the sheets made me think of the girl from last night.

Fuck, just thinking about her made me hard and wanting her again. The way her voice was sultry and husky when she sang, but was so feminine and soft when she spoke. And her taste, Jesus, every inch of her was so fucking delicious I seriously felt like I was enjoying my last supper with her.

I shook my head. I needed to get the damned woman out of my mind. It wasn't like I was going to see her again.

Damn near two weeks had pasted and as expected, I never once saw my girl again. I went to other places besides Sue's, and even called Emmett to see if she had shown up. But she never did.

You would think the old saying, 'out of sight, out of mind' would have some truth to it. But apparently, not for me. Even such a mundane task as stocking the new Avenge Sevenfold CDs – seriously who the fuck listens to this shit? – couldn't keep her off my mind.

Today we had a massive sale on fucking vintage AC/DC albums, so the boss man was playing their shit over and fucking over. Don't get me wrong, I love and respect Angus and Malcolm Young, shit one of the best albums I own is 'Back in Black'. But these little kids were coming in, buying up this shit like they knew what the fuck it was. I almost lost my shit when some punk asked me which album the song from Little Nicky was on.

I do have to say, that if it wasn't for my boss' constant bong hits and rambling, I wouldn't have been able to remember my one night of heaven to perfection. I mean shit, maybe the spunky black haired chick with the fuck me green eyes was a figment of my imagination. Damn good imagination if I do say so myself.

As soon as it was quitting time, I drove as fast as I could to pick my sister up at the garage. Once I had her in the car, it was time to sit in traffic and play the stop and go game.

"So what are you going to do for tonight" Rose asked, shaking her long blond hair out of its confines of the bun she had it in.

"Dunno, reckon I'll play it by ear. See what the crowd is like." I rolled my eyes when I saw her shake her head at me.

She and Bella were always on my shit about doing some of my own materials while at the open mic nights. They said it was a waste of time to go to them when I could do the same thing on karaoke nights.

But they didn't understand it. To me, just being on that stage singing, it's me, Jasper Thomas Whitlock, the shy kid from Fort Stockton, Texas, and his guitar. Once I was on stage I didn't really have to hide who I was, unlike my day to day interactions where I had to hide the accent.

Shit, we've lived in Seattle damn near 5 years, and I sound more west coast then Rose does. But then again, she doesn't hide it. I, on the other hand have had enough shit about who I am. Just because I'm from Texas does not make me a Bush supporter, a member of the National Riffle Association, nor gay. Fuck I hate that; "only two things come from Texas, steers and queers. And I don't see no horns."

What back water fucktard came up with that shit?

Finally the traffic began to move, and we made it back to the house. I rushed upstairs to get in the shower and get ready to go.

Once I was done with my shower I decided to forgo shaving, five o'clock shadow never killed anyone. I dried off and used my Axe body spray, the commercials where annoying as hell but damn this shit smelled nice, brushed my hair out a little, then ran to get dressed.

Once I had on the proper attire, I cracked the door open to let the girls know that they could come in. It was a pre show thing for us. Ever since my cousin Bella started living with us, we started at tradition on coming into my room and say one nice thing about the other two people.

Bella had it rough when she came to live with the us Hale's back in Texas, her mom was much like Rose's mom and fucking ditched after she was born, leaving her with her dad. Well, my Uncle Charlie was the Chief of Police in the little town of Forks, and the poor guy was stuck with the responsibility of raising a baby girl all by himself and working odd hours at the station. When Bells was thirteen, Charlie was gunned down on duty. It fucking sucked, he was just helping out when he went to some fucking convention or some shit, and we get the call tell us he wasn't coming back to get Bella.

Apparently, she and Charlie had a row with each other before Charlie left, and since then Bella has always made sure to tell us that she loves us when she gets a chance, and we do this on "going out nights".

We arrived at the bar a quarter after nine, this time in my SUV. At first I protested because I wasn't planning on staying late due to the fact that I had to open the store in the morning, but the girls said that they would either catch a cab or in Rose's case, get a ride with Emmett.

The girls made a bee line to the rest room to 'check their make up', and I went over to Emmett. After our usual greeting of a 'bro' hug fist bumps, we both lit up a smoke.

"So any luck finding the pixie yet?" I shook my head no.

"Is the list long?" I asked him. He normally knew that shit as well as the talent manager Leah, or her boyfriend Jake. So I get the heads up from him.

He shook his head. "Every time you ask me the same damn question, and every time I have to tell you, it doesn't matter. Just tell Leah when you want in and she'll squeeze you in. Sometimes I think the chick wants you so bad, that if you told her to suck your cock until the next millennia, she would."

I rolled my eyes at him, and stubbed out my smoke. "Dude, grow up." He just laughed and told me to break a leg.

I found the girls at our usual table, giggling over apple-tinis. When I asked them what they were laughing at, they said girl stuff which was enough to make me tune them out.

I sat there drinking my cola, listening to some of the acts up on stage. This one guy covered Van Morrison's "I'll be you lover" and had to admit, he was pretty damn good. The poor guy was nervous though, and made the girls cream their panties when he spoke. What was it with women, and men with accents?

"Dude," I looked up to see Emmett sitting next to Rose, who was blushing slightly. "She's here." He gave me knowing look, and I immediately spun in my chair to look for her.

"Who are you talking about?" Rose asked, but I just ignored her.

"Alice is over there at the booth." Emmett points in her direction. As soon as my eyes locked onto the back of her black hair, I knew it was her.

A part of me wanted to run over to her and see if she was okay, and demand why she left.

But I didn't, I'd wait. I'd let her come to me. And then I was hit by inspiration.

"Em, does Leah still have the recording of Tom's drum tracks?" Tom was the drummer for the house band and he had recorded tracks of his work for various popular cover songs, so if you came in without a drummer you would have one. Normally Tom would have been thrilled to do it himself, but his wife just had their first child.

"Yep, just tell her what track you want. I've got to get back to my post."

After finding Leah, she confirmed that they had what I needed, and told me she would have me next. So I took the opportunity to get my guitar from the car. My 2008 Jeep Commander was my baby, I had left my Silverado back home, so when it came time to find a car out here, this was my choice. I wanted a truck but nothing too country. I opened the back hatch, looking at my guitars. Yes, I bring two, one electric and one acoustic. I never really go into these things with a plan, so having both gives me the opportunity to be open.

And given today's subliminal message, I was in the mood to sing a song just for her. Alice. Shit, even her name was sexy.

I grabbed my ocean finish fender Stratocaster out. If I was about to rock, I needed my electric.

I walked in to see Leah, motion to me to head to the stage. I could hear Paul getting the attention back to the stage. I really hated that he made such a big deal about me coming to play.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, once again thanks to you for bringing your asses out here to get drunk with us at Sue's!" There were a couple of whistles and clapping, the usual shit. "I want you all to get on your feet for our favorite dude… JASPER HALE!"

I walked over to the amp and plugged my fender in, smirking at Leah who was waiting for my signal to start the drum track. I slipped the guitar strap on and grabbed the mic some, adjusting the height so it was perfect.

"Thanks Paul, but you know it's Whitlock." I corrected him and smiled. It was a running thing with Paul, I don't know why he was so bound a determined to do shit the way he does, but I gave up on trying to fix it long ago.

I straightened my fedora a bit so I could see out in the crowd. I scanned the crowd looking for Alice, and found her sitting next to the guy I was talking to the night we met. Oh shit, she must be the one trying to get known out here.

Our eyes locked, and I smirked at her but she looked confused. I wouldn't be surprised if she had a hard time remembering who I was, she was pretty hammered after all. I shifted on the stool a little, using it more as something to lean on then sit upon.

"This is for a certain lady." I said into the mic, starting right at her. I smiled when I played the opening riff to AC/DC's 'Shook me all night long.' A lot of the girls were whistling at me, and the guys would appreciate the song.

"She was a fast machine

She kept her motor clean

She was the best damn woman I had ever seen."

Oh how true that line was… she was the best damn woman I had ever seen. I could see her head tilt to the side, recognition dawning in her beautiful green eyes. Yes, baby this is about you. I felt myself smirk slightly.

"She had the sightless eyes

Telling me no lies

Knockin' me out with those American thighs."

Those silky smooth thighs…I thought as remembered caressing her skin

"Taking more than her share

Had me fighting for air

She told me to come but I was already there."

Multiple times… I felt myself smile more at the thought

"'Cause the walls start shaking

The earth was quaking

My mind was aching

And we were making it and you -

Shook me all night long

Yeah you, Shook me all night long

Working double time

On the seduction line

She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine."

I could hear her voice, the raw, feminine huskiness of it as she moaned my name.

"Wanted no applause

Just another course

Made a meal out of me and came back for more

Had to cool me down

To take another round

Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing."

Damn straight I'm ready for another swing, I thought as I continued on with the song, never taking my eyes off of hers.

At the guitar solo, people were on their feet, dancing around and just having a grand time. But not her, not Alice. It seemed like the more she heard of the song, the madder she was getting. What the hell was this girl's problem? I was trying to let her know that there is no way in hell I was going to forget our night together. It's not like others in the bar knew she was that lady I was singing about.

Maybe it was a tad uncouth that I sang this without talking to her first. I'll make it up to her after this song.

When the song was over, I thanked the crowd, turned off the amp, unplugged the guitar, and placed it back in the case. Handing it off to Leah who was going to hang on to it in case I felt like doing another set; I went to find Alice.

When I had found her, she had her back to me. Perfect!

I came up close behind her, her body heat warming me up. I leaned forward whispering, "Good luck with your set tonight beautiful," and placed a soft kiss on her earlobe.

She spun around so fast that I had to jump back some, afraid she was going to swing at me. Then I took a look at her face and the anger in her features was evident. Why the fuck was she so pissed?

"What the fuck was that?" she whispered harshly as her eye narrowed at me

"What the fuck was what?" Apparently, answering her question with a question pissed her off more.

"The song. The kiss." She hissed at me threw clenched teeth. "And don't fucking 'beautiful' me either, fucker." her voice rose, "My fucking god, I am not one of your fucking hoes. Although the other fucking night you certainly treated me like one." Her little hands were balled into fists.

How in the fuck could she think that I treated her like a hoe? She was the one that left, I almost felt like I should be asking her how much I fucking owed her for that night.

I stepped closer to her, "Wait just a goddamned minute Alice, that song happens to be a classic AC/DC song, which also happened to make me think of you and our night together." I knew that my voice was getting louder but at this point I couldn't give a flying fuck.

"I don't know who the fuck you think I am, but I don't just take home bar strays." Who the fuck was this little bitch think she was? Did she honestly think that I do what we did on a nightly basis?

"I was merely complementing you by calling you beautiful. Not my fault you're so clouded by some fucking high and mighty-" I waved my hands in her direction in a mixture of frustration and to point out her outfit, which my traitorous dick loved, "-rich girl thing that you can't recognize when someone is merely being nice."

"Where the fuck do you," I narrowed my eyes at her and my voice dropped as I spoke to her. "get off? You're the one that left like some common whore." Fuck Jasper! I thought just as her tiny hand collided with the side of my face, making me stumble backwards, nearly falling on a table behind me.

I watched in stunned silence as she stormed off towards the bar.

Christ on a crutch, the figment of my imagination was most defiantly real. And shit man! She can pack a punch!

Rather then whimper away like a fucking dog with its tail between its legs, I stride over to Rose and Bella, keeping the 'pissed' mask on.

Immediately, Bella ran to get some ice from the bar and Rose laid into me.

"What the just fucking happened Jazz? Who was that girl?"

"Nobody" I spat at her.

"Don't give me that crap! There is usually a good reason for a girl to slap a guy as hard as she did." She gestured to my face. "Shit Jazz, it's all red."

"Of course it's red! I just got slapped into next fucking year." By this time Bella came over and gave Rose the ice.

"Are you okay cuz?" Bella asked me as she wrapped her arm around my waist. I loosely hung my arm on her shoulder and kissed her temple.

"Just dandy, nothing hurt but my ego" I joked. Who was I kidding? My dream girl was just that, a huge fucking nightmare.

As Rose was holding the ice to my face, I could see her searching the bar. Her features were hard looking under the dim lights. I took my arm off of Bella, and she sat back down at the table.

"Sis, it's nothing. Don't even think about." I warned her. I knew that look in her eyes. She looked up at me startled.

"What?! Do you honestly think I'm gonna let some bar tramp beat the shit out of you!?" Her blue eyes were moist with tears. I smiled at her; she wasn't one to straight up fight, she would rather use catty remarks as her weapon, but when she wanted to fight, her emotions would get the better of her.

I hugged her tightly by the shoulders, and kissed the top of her head. "You know I love you right sis?" I asked placing my cheek on top of her head. Fuck that hurt!

She nodded. "I just don't want every hoe in this bar thinking you'll just fuck anyone." Her words stung a bit. Was that what it looked like to everyone else? Fuck!

"What makes you think her and I slept together?"

Rose pulled away to look at me. "Seriously? I know I'm a blond, but give a girl some credit. First it was obvious 'cause you sang the song that is epitome of a great fucking romp. And then you go up to her after your set. And for some random chick, that stance you had with her before it turned into this," She replaced the ice on my cheek, "was one of an intimate stance. So either you fucked her, and was hopping to have a repeat performance. Or you fucked her, and are falling hard for her."

I rolled my eyes. It was just a night of the best sex I ever had. I doubt it would be a repeat performance. And it seriously wasn't more then just that.

"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me Jasper Thomas Whitlock Hale! I know you, you're my brother. And you don't even stand close to your one and only girlfriend Maria when you two ARE dating."

"You know, Rosalie, let's not go there tonight, please." I pleaded with her. She rolled her eyes but agreed to drop the subject.

Just as the commotion started to die down, from me being bitch slapped by someone bitch; I sat with the girls. Bella was going on about some guy that hit on her earlier. Normally that shit would have ruffled my feathers, so to speak, but Bella was nothing but smiles as she talked.

I started to let my thoughts wander about various things I fucked up in my life, and how I was hoping leaving it in Texas would be just that, leaving it there. But trouble followed me. And now I fucked up someone else's life.

Just as I felt myself get consumed with my thoughts, I felt someone kick me in the shin. I looked over at my sister, who nodded her head in the direction of the stage. I look up in time to see Alice standing there, looking down as the gentle medley of the song started. I was vaguely familiar with the song, since my sister was a big fan of the original singer.

As she started singing, I snuck a glance at Emmett who was standing at the bar, and he shook his head at me and hit his palm to his forehead.

Yeah, bro I hear ya, I thought to myself.

What the hell was she singing this for, and why the hell did she just flip her brother off? The underling message to the song is clear. The dude hurt the girl, and she's heart broken.

What the fuck!?

She looked back over at me, and I could see her roll her shoulders back as if she was preparing herself for some sort of battle.

"But you're just a boy

You don't understand

And you don't understand, oh."

She looked away again, but I could hear her voice crack a little. Well, I don't know if anyone else noticed it. But I sure as hell did. I was royally fucking confused. Why was she giving me those fucking looks and letting it affect her voice? Although I will admit, the emotion she had in her voice, was beautiful for this particular song.

She looked back at, locking her gaze onto as her eyes shimmered under the stage light. Was she fucking crying?

"You don't care how it hurts

Until you lose the one you wanted

'Cause you're taking her for granted

And everything you had got destroyed

But you're just a boy."

With the end of the song, she knocked the mic stand down, and stormed off the stage.

Jesus Christ! Was she assuming that because I have a dick, I don't know what it's like to be used and abused, tossed aside like some stray dog? She didn't know shit about me and maybe, just maybe if she got to know me, the real me, she would never fucking be so condescending towards me.

"Wow, someone fucked up" Rose said breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked over at her, and she just glared. "Didn't fuck her, Jasper? My ass!" she sneered as she got up from the table. Bella just looked at me and shrugged.

Well two could play game. She thinks she's the only one with scars. Wait until she fucking sees mine.

But did I want to show them to her? Yeah, there was something about this bitch that kept me wanting more. Maybe I'm just a masochist, or just fucking retarded and reading all the signals wrong.

I went to find Leah and told her that I wanted to do one more song. I needed to do this. Whether she understands or not at least she can't say I didn't fucking try.

I sat down on the stage, waiting for Leah to prep the violin. She nodded letting me know she was ready.

I looked over in Alice's direction at the bar. Well, she wanted to let her shit out, here's my cards bitch. Read 'em and weep.

"What if I wanted to break

Laugh it all off in your face

What would you do?

What if I fell to the floor

Couldn't take all this anymore

What would you do?

Come break me down

Bury me, bury me

I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight

Beg for the rest of my life

What would you do?"

Look at that, she finally turned to see what I was doing.

"You say you wanted more

What are you waiting for?

I'm not running from you."

I saw Rose and Bells jaws pop open, yes ladies, the southern twang is there. But fuck it, she can't call me a 'boy'. I've been kicked down on my ass, dragged through the mud, and kicked again while I was down. I've been through too much in my life to be a boy.

"Come break me down

Bury me, bury me

I am finished with you

Look in my eyes

You're killing me, killing me

All I wanted was you."

I locked my eyes onto Alice, pouring every fucking conflicted emotion I had with her. How was it that some rich bitch, that was so wrapped up in herself, could effect me like this?

"I tried to be someone else

But nothing seemed to change

I know now, this is who I really am inside

Finally found myself

Fighting for a chance

I know now, this is who I really am."

I felt the moisture fall from my eyes. I was so done. I can't do this anymore.

Once I was done with the set, I put my guitar back and thanked Leah. Then I went straight to the front, not even bothering to look back at her.

Once I got out side, I punched the wall by the door. For once I was glad Emmett wasn't outside to try and talk me into getting high like he usually would.

I looked at my hand, which was going to seriously hurt later, but felt relieved to see the blood on my knuckles.

A part of me, a very small part, wondered if she even paid attention to what I was saying up there.

But the bigger part of me was done with this shit. I was not going to let her affect me like that anymore. I mean shit, who was she to call me a boy that didn't understand. I understood perfectly. She got what she wanted and fucking left. And I was the fool to think it could be more.

At that thought, my fist made contact with the wall again, just as the door opened up, and there she was my own personal hell.

"What did you come out here to insult me again, your highness?" I sneered at her.

"I don't know why I fucking TRY!" She yelled at me and started to leave. Oh hell no, this bitch was not going to come into my life with out answers.

"Try what? Like you fucking care about anything. You get pissed at me cause I sing one fucking song about the most mind blowing sex I've ever fucking had, and YOU ATTACK ME!" I screamed at her. "Not just physically sweetheart, oh no, you did much more then physically hurt me. You go and sing some fucked up song about how I don't understand." I catch up to her and grab her arm forcing her to look at me. "Listen here princess, you don't fucking know who the hell I am, or what the fuck I've gone through."

"Oh please, I understand ever so much. I know exactly who you are. I know thousands of guys just like you. That's why there are songs like that." She spat at me

I scoffed at her and rolled my eyes, she didn't know shit.

"And you know what? I didn't want my shit verbalized to the world like that, okay? I know I'm a fucking freak, okay?! And fuck you, I am not a princess, you don't know me." She added almost like it was an after thought, and shook her arm out of my grasp.

"Oh give it a rest Alice!" What the fuck?

"Fuck, you know my name." I heard her whisper but chose to ignore it.

"It's not like I went up there and said 'hey everyone at Sue's guess what? Alice is freak in the sack so I'm gonna sing about it now!' The only ones that knew ANYTHING was you and I! YOU'RE the one that started the damn scene!" I looked over her dress, I had seen the black dress before, but in red thanks to my sister. And her shoes, they weren't like the ones she wore last time.

I smiled smugly at her. "So tell me, how much did those shoes cost?

I watched as her jaw clenched, obviously grinding teeth. "Forty dollars, I learned my lesson about wearing nice shoes here." She said to me accusingly.

Oh fuck you bitch, that was not my fault! I thought, make my anger raise more.

"Right and the dress... wait don't tell me, you don't even own a pair of Levis do you? Of course not, because heaven forbid you were to walk your rich ass into a Wal-Mart, where the poor folk shop." I mocked her. I started towards my truck, I don't even know why I was bothering with this broad this much. Oh wait, yes I do.

"FUCK! EIGHT TIMES!" I turned around and yelled at her. Jesus Christ, if it wasn't for the fact that she made me cum nine times, that she willing took my cock eight times, and the fact that I can't get her stupid fucking smile and voice out of my head, I would have been done with this shit.

"You are so goddamn wound tight that you wouldn't know pleasure when it was slapping you on the ass!" My dick is still tender from the eight fucking times.

Shit! Stop thinking about it stupid!

"Oh trust me, I do when I can fucking remember it!" She yelled back at me. I just shook my head, walking to my car. I really didn't need this shit

"That's your own fault princess." I called over my shoulder, not sure if she heard me.

"Instead I had to deal with the fucking bruises from said night, and trust me that shit hurt!"

I stopped midstride, and rolled my head on my neck a bit. I knew that shit was going to hurt her. But she didn't want to stop. She fucking wanted it, just as much as I did.

"I couldn't do anything for like four days," she continued, "because once the alcohol wore off I couldn't fucking walk!"

"Well since I'm a 'boy', I guess there's nothing I can do about it because I don't know how it feels to hurt, isn't that what you said?" I threw back in her face, slowly walking toward her.

But she fucking stood there before me, looking dejected, as she leaned against the wall.

I rose an eyebrow at her, making sure I had her attention. "Yeah, but bruises heal, and you we able to walk right?"

"Right, but you act like I wanted that shit to happen."

"But look here, Alice." I took off my shirts and turned my back to her so she can see the scars she left on me. "I still have you with me every fucking day!" I heard her gasp. I turned to face her again and saw her eyes wide in disbelief.

I wasn't about to let her think she wasn't a willing participant.

"You could have told me to fuck off." I said putting my t-shirt back on. "You could have told the cab driver where you lived when I got out. You could have fucking just let me get you sobered up…"

"I'm sorry." she whispered softly. I was sure, I wasn't meant to hear it.

I lean closer to her, breathing in that fucking scent of coconut and flowers that would only be such a wonderful combination on her. "And you most certainly didn't have to climb onto my counter, offering yourself like my last goddamned supper." I looked at her, trying to get her to look me in the eyes. I wanted the God's honest truth from her right here and right now.

"Tell me what you want Alice?" My voice cracked a little, giving away the emotion I was trying to fight. Why does this woman do this shit to me!

She looks into my eyes, "I don't know… I want… to remember."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the insufferable girl. "Well un-fucking-fortunate for you. I'm not some sick fuck that picks up girls at the bar, takes them home and records the sex I have with them. So I ask you one more time. What. Do. YOU. Want?

I was prepared to walk away from this shit. She was making me break down all of my God damn defenses, first with coming home with me, then tonight with the fucking songs, and now, well now I was just happy that I wasn't drinking. Southern gentleman or not, even I had a breaking point. A breaking point that she was snapping it so fucking slow, it was painful.

She stood there staring at me for a moment. Please tell me to leave, a voice yelled in my head. Please tell me to you want me, a much smaller voice said.

She grabbed my shirt roughly, pulling me down to her so her lips could reach mine. What the fuck? Is this bitch bipolar? I was ready to push her off of me but then all my resolve broke.

Because in that kiss there was the passion of an angry woman, but also something much, much more. And it didn't dawn on me until I felt the wetness of her tears on my own skin. I hurt her far worse then our crazy night ever would.

I kissed her back, her tongue begging to enter my mouth, and I granted it access. I grabbed her hips and as if she knew what I wanted, she jumped up, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

I pushed her up against the wall, causing her to squeak into my mouth, but she didn't break from the kiss. In fact she started kissing me like she was fucking desperate for it. I felt her hands knock my hat off, and I groaned internally as I thought of the shit I would hear from Rose when she finds out it was on the ground. I was quickly pulled out of that thought when Alice pulled roughly at my hair, causing me to growl slightly in pain.

Oh so that's how the bitch wants to play?

"You want this?" I whispered huskily in her ear, as I pushed my cock into her. Fuck how the hell am I this hard already?

She moved her head slightly looking at me in the eyes. "Jasper… yes"

I resisted the urge to throw her over my shoulder and run to the truck. But I did manage to get us there. I'll be damned if Alice wasn't trying to kill me with the way she was grinding into my lap.

So I was honest with her, "If you don't stop that shit princess, we aren't going to make it to my house."

She started kissing my neck, lingering on my jugular vein. "I'm not a princess," she nearly growled out at me, biting me hard where she was just kissing. "I don't care, just fuck me Jasper."

My knees damn near gave out, between her biting me, and telling me that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her was enough to make me jizz in my pants right there. Fuck, this girl is beyond sexy.

I reached into the pocket of my pants, grabbing the keys, and popping the lock on the door. She immediately scrambled into the back seat, scooting over to let me in. I followed her, barely getting the door closed as she wiggled her panties off and hit me.

"Baby, I don't have any condoms in here." I so felt like a teenager again, fuck! But in my defense I didn't think I was going to see her again.

She smiled as she handed over her panties, complete with a fucking garter belt. I groaned when she placed them in my hands. They were wet, just the way I wanted her. "Up" she commanded and I lifted my hips, allowing her to lower my jeans. She took a look at my boxers, and smirked.

"Are you clean 'banana boy'?" I stared at her dumbly, what the fuck does that have to do with condoms. Apparently she read through my expression. "I'm on the pill. Again, are you clean?"

"What the fuck? Do you think I'm some kind of man whore or something?" I snapped at her. The expression that flashed over her features answered everything I needed to know, she was just in this for the sex. Fine by me bitch. "Yes, I'm fucking clean."

"Good, 'cause I am too." She started pulling my shirt up and I lifted my arms, watching as she removed it. Then she started placing soft open mouth kisses along my chest, nipping at teasing my nipples. What the fuck? These aren't the caresses you give someone you just want to fuck. I swear this bitch is giving me mixed signals. Or maybe she just wanted me to take control. She seemed to like that last time.

I grabbed her face between my hands, and pulled her mouth to mine. I kissed her hard and urgently, we needed to do this shit now before I lost my nerve. I brought her over to my lap, my cock just teasing her entrance. She broke from my kiss again, trailing slow lingering kisses on my neck.

"Alice, you're gonna have to put a move on it, I got shit to do tomorrow." I told her honestly. I had to be at work at eight in the goddamned morning and if she is going to go home with me, the foreplay needed to end right here and now.

Well shit did I want her to come home with me? Yes! My dick told me. No! My brain screamed.

"Well, I'll try not to hold you up then, cowboy." She retorted as she slammed herself down on my cock. I hissed at her through my teeth and she just smirked as she bounced on me.

I wondered briefly if she was wearing a bra, because the way her tits bounced in my face would suggest other wise. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting her take whatever it was she wanted, resigned to the fact to just enjoy this shit.

I felt her kissing along my neck again, this time nipping at my Adam's apple. That shit was so fucking erotic. I thrust my hips in rhythm with her, pushing my self deeper into her. She leaned back against the driver seat.

"Look at me while I'm fucking you Jasper" She demanded my attention. My eyes locked on to her face and I saw her smile at me, a sexy little smirk that lifted the right corner of her mouth slightly.

Then she bit her lip, her eyes closing and she moaned loudly, her hands running along her body, cupping her breast then sliding up her neck and into her hair.

At this point I was grunting as my cock rammed into her. I could feel her legs quiver as she rode me harder. I slid my hands over her thighs, my left hand holding her hip as my right hand reached between us. I stroked her clit a few times, as watched as she bit her lip harder.

"Don't be afraid baby, let go." I told her softly, and my thumb rubbed circles around her throbbing clit.

"Oh.. Jas… Jas..." she was panting my name. I could tell she was closer now, as was I. My left hand pulled her dress up exposing her smooth stomach to me, I leaned forward running my tongue up her stomach to her just underneath her bra line.

"Yes…" She moaned louder, I removed my hand from her clit and used it to help hold up her dress as I bit her nipple through her bra.

"Jasper!" she called out as her walls clamped tighter around me, I could feel ever muscle in her twitch as her orgasm took over, powerful enough that she had to push me back from her as she rode it off. And even though she had her release, I was no where near finished, as I rammed my cock into her.

She apparently felt the same frustrations that I had felt from the night before, because now it was her turn to look determined.

She spread kisses from my left shoulder to my right as my head lolled back, my eyes rolling in my head.

"Tell me who gave you the best sex of you life." She purred into my ear before biting me in the jugular again. Fuck! With my knee jerk reaction I thrust one final time into her, moaning out her name as I spilled into her. And then I felt it, her second orgasm over taking her. Quickly I covered her mouth with my own, kissing her passionately and deeply as she rode the waves of pleasure.

She broke our kiss when we were both some what calm, and looked into my eyes.

"I'm really sorry that I hurt you last time… I was afraid of that." I felt vulnerable telling her this, but I wanted her to know that I would never intentionally hurt her. I just couldn't tell her that I meant both physically and emotionally