Chapter Thirty
Twilight is the property of Stephanie Meyer. Peter as an intuitive southerner is the idea of IDreamofEddy.
Thank you mynxi, for being my beta and keeping me sane through sickness and travel! Thank you for putting up with my pirate talk, AKA "me ear-ARRRRR" as well as my "blonde lemons"!
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BPOV
I smiled at the feeling of the wind in my face as I ran through the forest, quickly closing in on the group of heart beats I was pursuing. My vampire senses were amazing and exhilarating. I could hear Jasper's steps not far behind me, the sound of the air in every single strand of my hair, even the beating wings of the crow flying about me. Somehow, my brain was processing all of this information and allowing me to track my prey, all at the same time.
It was all amazing, but the fire in my throat was beginning to drown out all the other input I was receiving. I needed blood, and nothing was going to stop me from getting it. Feeling invincible, I raced onward toward the siren call of beating hearts.
The swift heartbeats grew louder and I knew that I was closing in on my targets. Looking ahead, my eyes zeroed in on the small herd of deer fleeing for their lives in front of me. I was unable to control the smile that crossed my lips as I sprung forward, taking to the air and tackling a doe to the ground. Conscious thought was unnecessary; my instincts were in complete control, and I sank my teeth into the neck of the struggling animal.
The hot blood ran into my mouth, relieving the burn almost instantly. The taste was bland, but it quenched my thirst, so I sucked harder, eager for the relief. The doe stopped thrashing in my arms and I felt her heart beat begin to slow. Remotely, I registered the sounds of Jasper dropping his own kill just a little ahead of me.
Growling, I hunched over my kill as I drained the last drops of blood from the carcass. Stop it, I ordered myself. This is Jasper. He's not here to steal from you. Thankfully, my mental pep talk was effective, and I felt myself relaxing, even as Jasper stood up and walked toward me after he finished draining his own kill.
He sat down just out of arms reach and smiled at me.
"What?" I asked, taking in how beautiful he was to my now-perfect sight. His scars were much clearer to me now, but they didn't repulse or frighten me. Instead, they made me feel proud and protected, as well as desperately turned on.
"Just taking in the view. You're beautiful to watch," he said softly. "I'm so relieved that you're okay, Bella. You're perfect, and strong, and here with me forever… and I'm just so grateful. How do you feel now that you've hunted?"
Moving onto my hands and knees, I sinuously crawled toward him, licking the last remnants of blood from my lips. "I feel wonderful," I purred, as I reached him. "Much less distracted, and completely able to focus on your dick," I continued, stretching my body up so that I could touch my lips to his.
Our lips met, and I was startled at how soft his flesh now felt to me. Cold marble no longer, now he just felt "normal" to my touch. Unprecedented lust washed over me when his tongue invaded my mouth, as if all of my new senses were now focused only on the pleasure of his touch. His kiss was fierce and forceful, almost burning me with his urgency.
Quickly, I pushed him to the ground, whipping my shirt overhead in a frantic rush to kiss him again. Both of his hands flew to my breasts, and I moaned into his mouth as he began teasing my nipples, gradually increasing the pressure of his touch until he was pinching them roughly. I began to throb deep inside, and I was unable to control the urge to rub my aching pussy against his abdomen.
Feeling the wetness of my arousal soaking through my yoga pants, he growled and flipped us over. My answering growl surprised me as I literally ripped the shirt off of him. Slipping his hand into my pants, he quickly plunged two fingers deep inside me, causing me to thrust against him involuntarily. He stared down at me, and the look on his face alone was almost enough to make me come.
His eyes were dark with passion and his face was free of the normal control he usually displayed during sex. Satisfied that I was ready for him, he tugged my pants off before opening his fly and lowering his jeans. Without saying a word, he rammed his dick into me, hard and fast, filling me perfectly. I screamed his name and looked up to see him smiling down at me.
His eyes grew even darker and his expression became more intense as he finally began to fuck me with abandon, pressing me into the ground with each hard thrust. My legs wrapped around his waist and I arched my back up to maximize the friction of his movements.
Leaning closer to me, he put his lips against my ear. "Mine forever," he purred softly, still pounding into me at a furious pace.
"Yours," I agreed, gasping for unnecessary air and feeling that wonderful pressure beginning to build deep in my center.
"Now come, Bella," he ordered, simultaneously pinching one nipple and rubbing my clit with one fingertip.
I screamed his name again as I came apart, the orgasm almost blinding in its intensity. I felt as if every nerve in my body was exploding in sympathy with my clit, and the pleasure continued to wash over me in waves.
Jasper's pace grew even faster and he chanted my name several times before I felt him tense as he reached his own orgasm inside me.
He leaned over me and pressed a soft kiss against my throat, where my pulse used to beat, before he relaxed and lay down on me. His weight was welcome, and I felt claimed, cherished, and protected all at once. We stayed there, still joined, for several endless moments before I finally reached down to run my fingers through his silken blonde hair.
"You've been holding out on me," I teased when he looked up at me.
His smile was as bright as a thousand suns, and he smirked boldly. "Not holdin' out, Baby Girl," he drawled. "Just waitin' till you could handle the real deal."
Despite the violence of my orgasm only minutes before, those words made me squirm with desire. I felt his dick twitch inside me, and smiled at the realization that I wasn't the only one thus affected.
I growled in disappointment when he smiled regretfully and gently pulled his dick out of my body. "As much as I want to stay here and do that a million times, we have a house full of people waiting on us," he reminded me gently.
I intended to push him lightly away from me, but I was blindsided by a sudden wave of irritation and frustration at having to return to the house, and I pushed harder than I realized. He flew through the air about ten feet before colliding with a small sapling, completely uprooting it from the ground.
In a flash, I was at his side, helping him up. "I'm so sorry," I gasped, suddenly panicking that I would make him angry enough to abandon me. "I didn't mean to…"
I was interrupted by his lips covering mine. "No apologies, Sweetheart," he ordered. "Newborn vampires experience lots of mood shifts. What you felt and did was completely normal. I'm not angry with you, and I will never leave you, Bella."
He wrapped his arms around me, and I snuggled into his chest, marveling at how his skin felt against mine. I felt our special calm begin to envelope me, and I just stayed relaxed in his embrace as he slipped my clothes on for me. Unfortunately, as soon as his hands left me, my tension returned.
"Did I kill Edward?" I asked bluntly, unable to look him in the eyes as I waited for his answer.
"No, Sweetheart, you didn't kill him. To my knowledge, burning is the only thing we can't survive. Carlisle will be working on putting him back together. He'll be fine. At least, until Peter and Emmett get a hold of him," he amended with a smile.
"Will the others all hate me for hurting him?" I asked, my eyes stinging with tears that could never fall.
He brought his other hand up to cradle my face, just as he had so many times when I was human. "You don't worry about what they think," he ordered sternly. "Peter, Char, Emmett, and I all love you unconditionally, and we're just mad you beat us to the punch," he teased.
"I'd guess you've moved up in Rose's estimation by taking his head off," he continued. "And if any of the others have a problem with it, tough shit. They should have done a better job babysitting him- it's inexcusable that they let him get near you like that as you were waking up. So you don't worry about what they think on how you dealt with the mess they handed you."
I could feel the love and support he was sending me washing over me in waves, but my anxiety about seeing everyone remained. "Don't leave me," I pleaded, hating the desperation in my voice even though it truly reflected my feelings. "I just don't feel like I can be without you right now."
His smiled down at me, and I got lost for a moment in his beautiful amber eyes. "I will never leave you," he said softly yet firmly. "I'll be by your side the whole time, so let's go get this over with."
He stood and tugged me to my feet. Sighing, I forced myself to follow him, and together we ran back to the Cullen house. My head was spinning with anxiety about seeing everyone, but I knew I had to face this so that we could move on with our lives.
I was filled with gratitude when I caught sight of Peter and Charlotte waiting for us just off the Cullen property. Smiling quickly at Jasper, I slipped my hand from his to run into Peter's waiting arms, enjoying the feeling of his tight embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Bella Bird," he mumbled into my hair. "I'm so sorry I had to let that asshole take you from us…"
Unwilling to let him feel guilty for another minute, I interrupted him. "Peter, you had no choice," I said firmly. "If you had tried to fight Edward, the newborns would have killed you and Charlotte before taking me. The outcome would have been the same, only I would have lost you. You made the only decision you could, and I'm glad you did." I squeezed him back, laughing when he winced at my new strength.
Pressing a kiss to his cheek, I released him and stepped over to Charlotte. "How ya feelin', Sugar?" she asked, her red eyes twinkling as she wrapped me in a fierce hug. "You had me plenty worried," she admitted softly, as we stepped apart to look each other in the face.
"I feel ok," I sighed. "A little out of control, I guess. I feel like I can't keep track of everything my brain can do now. Does that make sense?"
She nodded sympathetically. "Yep, and it's all normal," she reassured me. "You're doin' real well for your first day. By the way, you're hotter 'n hell, Baby. Have ya seen yourself yet?"
Laughing, I shook my head negatively, but before I could answer, I heard footsteps approaching us. My head whipped toward the sound involuntarily, and I crouched down defensively as I assessed my options for escaping. Peter and Charlotte took a step away from me, each of them quickly assuring me that we weren't under any threat.
"It's just the Cullens, Birdie," Peter said softly. "They're not gonna hurt you, and Jasper's right behind you."
Their calm faces began to cut through my anxiety, and when I felt Jasper's hand gently touching the back of my neck, I was actually able to relax enough to stand up straight. I still felt very nervous, but I was able to control the urge to run away as I watched the Cullens slowly approach us.
"They feel nothing but love for you, Sweets," Jasper murmured, running his hand gently through my wind whipped hair.
Carlisle and Esme led the group, both smiling sadly as they stopped several feet away from us. Esme spoke first, her caramel eyes full of regret. "I'm so sorry about Edward, Bella," she began. "I was watching him when you awoke, and it's my fault he got to you the way he did. I just never expected that he would get physical with me, so I wasn't prepared when he pushed me. Once he got his head start, I couldn't catch him. I'm so sorry he frightened you, and I hope you can forgive me."
Carlisle wrapped his arms fondly around his wife before he spoke. "I'm sorry too, Bella. We both failed to comprehend the lengths Edward would go to in his obsession with you, and you suffered because of it."
"I didn't mean to hurt him," I choked out, feeling overwhelmed with the need to explain my actions. "I just wanted to get him away from me. I didn't realize…"
Carlisle began shaking his head, smiling kindly as he spoke. "Of course you didn't, Bella. Your reaction was completely normal for an awakening vampire. Edward was responsible for threatening you that way, and Esme and I were responsible for letting him get close to you. It wasn't your fault."
Jasper ran his hands up and down both of my arms, pushing calm and acceptance into me. "They're being completely sincere," he assured me. "No one blames you because you didn't do anything wrong."
Carlisle nodded his agreement. "We're going to head back to the house now. I give you my word that I won't leave Edward's side until you're ready to leave our home, Bella. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."
I whispered my thanks as they turned back toward the house, feeling saddened that their departure made me feel so much more relaxed.
"It's normal," Jasper said softly, before I could even ask him about my feelings.
"Can I come a little closer, Bells?" Emmett called out hopefully.
Smiling, I realized that nothing about Emmett felt threatening to me. I nodded at him and opened my arms, actually laughing when he rushed over and lifted me off my feet. "I'm so glad you're safe, Bells," he said earnestly, finally setting me back onto my feet. "I'm sorry you had such a shitty wake-up call, but Peter and I made sure Edward won't come near you again," he said, practically radiating grim satisfaction.
Jasper laughed behind me. "Did you guys remove a couple other body parts or something?" he asked through his chuckle.
Peter just smiled, but Emmett growled for a second before relaxing. "Nope, Carlisle got Edward all realigned so he can heal, but not before Peter and I got to spend a few quality minutes explaining what will happen if he so much as looks at Bella again."
Rosalie snorted from her position several yards away from me, and Charlotte laughed out loud.
"Do share," I remarked dryly. "What amazing threat did you make to get through his thick skull?"
"Well, Peter here went first and described, in detail, exactly how he once decapitated a vampire who pissed him off, just so he could fuse the guy's head to his ass." The mental image was too much for me, and I laughed out loud, startled by the sound of my altered voice.
"Wow, I'm impressed with your restraint, Peter," I managed to say after my giggles faded.
Peter chuckled with me before chiming in. "Aww, if you want me to rough him up a little more, I will Bella. I just thought you made your own point real well, so I let him off with a warnin' for next time he feels the urge to get frisky. After I was done, Emmett explained to him that if he gives Bella a hard time ever again, he and Rosalie are gonna rip off his balls. Then, they'll bedazzle them and hang 'em up in a window so they can sparkle in the sunshine!" I looked up to see Rose smiling smugly back at Peter.
"That's got my vote," I blurted out, shocked at Rose's enthusiasm for the idea of torturing Edward.
"I'm just glad you're okay, Bella," Rosalie said quietly, with a small nod in my direction.
"Thanks, Rosalie," I whispered back, giving her an uncertain smile.
"So what's next?" Emmett asked bluntly. "Where're you guys going from here? 'Cause I'm just guessing you guys aren't gonna hang here," he said with an easy smile.
I glanced at Jasper, completely at a loss for an answer, but still hating the helpless look I could feel on my face. I was an invincible vampire, but I felt completely paralyzed by a simple question.
"Normal, Baby," Jasper said, tugging me around to face him before he wrapped me in a hug. Tucking myself under his chin, I enjoyed the rumble of his voice as he answered Emmett. "We haven't figured it out yet," he admitted. "I think we'll head back to the house and get to work on finding a place to settle in while Bella gets acclimated."
We all filed across the yard and into the house. Noticing the draft coming from the upstairs, I was unable to repress my guilt for breaking the window.
"Stop it," Jasper ordered gently. "They'll have it replaced by tomorrow, and no one in this house will be bothered by the cold air. You have nothing to feel guilty about."
"He's right lass, it wasnae yer fault," Malcolm said softly in his warm brogue, as he stepped into the living area. "Edward should hae known better than tae approach ye like that. Jasper's also right tha' ev'rything yer feeling is normal. Yer magnificent, just as I knew ye'd be, and I promise things wae feel better soon."
I could feel his sincerity, even without assistance from Jasper, and again I felt the weird sting of tears that couldn't fall. "Thank you," I said fervently. "I seem to need to hear that about a hundred times a minute," I added with a weak laugh.
Malcolm smiled and glanced over my shoulder at Jasper before looking at me again. "It will pass," he said kindly. His expression turned hesitant and I became nervous again as I wondered what he was feeling so reluctant about. "I ken you've already had a very hard day," he began, "and I hate tae impose on ye even mer, but ma happiness is in yer hands."
I stared at him, confused beyond belief. Wondering how I had any control over the happiness of this strange vampire, I glanced up at Jasper. "Alice is Malcolm's mate," he explained gently. "And he thinks he can help her by using your shield."
"Her mate?" I repeated in amazement. "I don't understand," I admitted. "My shield?"
Jasper nodded as he answered, "Your ability to block both Edward's mind reading and my ability to feel and manipulate your emotions, is called a shield. Malcolm thinks that you might be able to help him bring Alice back."
The thought of helping Alice was exhilarating, but I had no idea how to proceed. "How do I use it?" I asked Malcolm. "It's not something I really consciously think about. Blocking Edward is effortless, and with my emotions, I don't deliberately block Jasper, I just try to keep my feelings tightly controlled. What do you need me to do?" I asked, realizing that I was speaking quickly in my anxiety.
Jasper's hand on my shoulder helped me to relax some, and Malcolm smiled gently at me as he slowly approached us. I was relieved that his movements didn't intimidate me, and I could see why Peter had immediately thought of him when I mentioned a vampire whisperer.
"Easy, Lass," he said soothingly. "Ma ability tae work wi' the minds o' vampires is very instinctual. I jus' think about what I want te do, and it either works or it doesnae. We'll each hold hands wi' Alice, and I'll try tae 'borrow' your shield when I need it. You dinnae have tae do anything but physically be thar."
His words brought some relief, but I still felt concerned that I would fail, letting all of those who cared about Alice down. Tired of feeling like a slave to my rampant emotions, I forced myself to think positive and squared my shoulders.
"Ok, let's go try it then," I said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
"Good lass," Malcolm said, giving me the feeling that he understood how I was struggling with my feelings.
The three of us filed toward Alice's room, and I was glad we wouldn't have an audience. Clearly, the others had all heard our discussion, but they were giving us privacy for this attempt. When we stepped into the room, I was unable to control my gasp as I took in the appearance of my former friend.
Muddled human memories of Alice warred with the image of the woman in front of me. Gone were the stylish spikes, her hair now lay calmly against her head. Her eyes were closed as if she were sleeping, an eerie contrast to her normal effervescence.
"Oh, Alice," I whispered, following Malcolm to kneel beside her on the sofa she lay upon. I took one of her hands in mine, startled when her skin didn't feel icy and hard to me, as it had when I was human. Jasper followed me, standing behind me with his hands comfortingly on each of my shoulders. Malcolm and I joined hands wordlessly and I chewed my lip while I waited for instruction.
"Jus relax," the Scot ordered gently. "Ye may feel the touch o' ma mind, or ye may no feel anything." I closed my eyes and attempted to mentally loosen up, unsure if I was successful or not. Minutes passed, and I felt nothing other than a building sense of pressure to do what Malcolm needed me to do.
"Such a slippery thing," he muttered. "Almos' impossible tae get around tha shield of yers. I cannae get intae yer mind enough tae try to use it on Alice." He sighed, and I opened my eyes to look at him.
"What am I doing wrong?" I asked desperately. "I want so badly to do this, but I just don't understand what to do!"
Jasper's hands tightened gently on my shoulders, and I leaned back into him. "Sweetheart, I want you to close your eyes and imagine that it's just you and me on our couch back in New York," he suggested, his honey voice immediately lessening my frustration.
"I want you to remember the night that Emmett and Rose showed up," he continued, his voice slow and hypnotic. "You wanted to show me your feelings to prove that you weren't using me as a substitute for Edward, and you did. I want you to do that again, Bella. Let me feel what you're feeling."
Taking a deep breath, I did as he said, vividly remembering how desperately I wanted him to know what I felt for him. Focusing only on Jasper and showing him my love, I envisioned my feelings pouring out of me and into him. Leaning down from behind me, he captured my lips with his, and the love simply swept me away.
"Got it!" Malcolm's triumphant voice called out, causing me to jump slightly in Jasper's arms. We broke our kiss, and I was surprised that I felt no embarrassment at Malcolm's presence near us. He was completely focused on Alice, suddenly releasing my hand to scoop her up into his arms, settling her onto his lap as he sat down on the couch.
We all watched as her eyelids flickered and eventually shot open, immediately honing in on Jasper and me.
"Why doesn't it hurt to see you together?" she whispered, her voice sounding almost hoarse from disuse. "The visions hurt me so much, but now that it's a reality, it doesn't hurt at all."
Jasper tightened his arms around me as he answered. "That's because you're being held by your mate, Alice. Your heart knows that you're right where you belong, even if you don't, yet."
With that, Alice sat straight up, turning to stare into Malcolm's amber eyes. "Who are you?" she asked softly, her eyes full of wonder. Jasper and I watched in amazement as Malcolm's normally stern face morphed into a tender smile.
"I'm Malcolm Stewart," he answered softly. "An I am yers, just as ye are mine."
"But why didn't I see you coming?" she demanded, her eyes glazing over as she concentrated. After several seconds, she looked over at us, her expression confused. "Why can't I see anything anymore?" she asked anxiously. "The future is gone!"
Malcolm turned her face gently back toward his. "Nae gone, Alice," he said softly. "Jus' blocked. Yer mind needs some time away from focusing on yer visions so that you can accept what's happened and move on to oor future. In time, I cen try tae remove the block tae see if ye can handle the visions again, but fer now, ye need tae learn tae live without the gift."
"But it's all I've ever known," she said woodenly before collapsing into sobs against Malcolm's chest. Suddenly very aware that Jasper and I were no longer required, I stood quickly and we walked quietly out of the room.
Jasper must have felt my concern over Alice's reaction, because he spun me around to look me in the face. "Don't worry," he ordered. "Malcolm will be exactly what she needs, just like you are for me and vice versa."
"That makes sense," I admitted, looking up into the eyes I loved so much. Tugging on his hands, I turned toward our room. "Come on," I ordered. "I'm feeling a sudden urge to stand under hot water. It's been four days since my last shower!"
"Lead the way," he teased, falling into step beside me. We returned to our room for the first time since I had jumped out the window earlier. Resolutely ignoring the missing glass and the large crater in the wall, I sat on the bed. Jasper looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"I was just playing 'what if,'" I explained sheepishly. "You know, what if I didn't cut my finger? What if Edward didn't leave me? What if Alice didn't shut you out? Where do you think you and I would be right now?"
He smiled softly and sat down next to me. "We'll never really know the answer to that, Sweetheart. I don't think I really want to know. I can't imagine being without you now that I have you, but I can't imagine either of us being unfaithful to Edward and Alice." We turned to face each other and he leaned down so that his face was directly in front of mine. "I think after my time with Alice that I've had enough of 'what if.' From now on, I'm just gonna live in the here and now, with you, where I'm supposed to be."
Our lips met, and I was amazed again at the intensity of the passion I felt for him. The desire I had felt for him as a human was incomparable to the burning lust I was experiencing now. In a flash, I ripped the clothes off of my body, never releasing his mouth. He moaned into our kiss, and stood up, lifting me against his erection as he carried me across the room.
"Where are you going?" I panted, tugging the fly of his jeans open frantically.
"You wanted a shower," he purred into my ear, as he shut the bathroom door behind us and turned on the water. Seconds later, we were standing under the spray, and I took a minute to appreciate the energy efficient, tankless hot water heater.
He pressed me against the wall, placing open mouth kisses along my neck and down my chest until he reached my nipple. Sucking fiercely, he pinched the opposite one, flooding me with desire until I was moaning his name. His hands looked different on my altered body, and I stiffened at the thought, suddenly in need of a connection to my old self.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his eyes full of concern as he looked down at me.
"Do I still look like me?" I blurted out. "I know I'm different now, but does it still feel like it's me when you touch me?"
He gently spun me around so that I was facing the large vanity mirror. For the first time, I took in my new appearance- my more angular face, my flawless skin, and my fuller breasts and hips. My hair was thicker and more lustrous, and my eyes were a startling blood red. But overall, I was reassured that I still looked like me, just with a few upgrades and crazy red eyes.
"As for the touching," Jasper murmured into my ear, "How does it feel to you when you touch me?"
"Just like touching myself," I answered readily. "You don't feel hard anymore." Giggling, I realized that statement was inaccurate, wrapping my fingers around his thick erection. "At least, you don't feel hard anywhere but here."
He purred as he licked down the side of my neck, thrusting his erection gently into my hand. "That's right," he said. "It's the same when I touch you. You just feel normal."
"Oh," I gasped, watching in the mirror as he returned his hands to my breasts. I reached my hands up to play with his wet hair, tugging gently when he began pinching my nipples again.
"I need you inside me," I whispered huskily, turning around to face him.
"Yes, ma'am," he drawled, lifting me by my hips and leaning me up against the shower wall before sliding his dick inside me. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I closed my eyes at the sensation of being filled, relishing the pelting of the water against my skin. He pressed me tightly against the wall and began to thrust into me, each stroke slow and deep.
He kept the pace agonizingly slow, but within minutes, I felt my lower muscles tightening as my orgasm began. Moaning his name, I tried to move against him for more friction, but he kept me tightly restrained against the wall. I lost track of his strokes, every cell in my body tensing until my orgasm broke over me in slow waves, leaving me hanging limply around him in its wake.
Finally, he picked up his pace, pumping forcefully into me, his face clenched in pleasure. The speed and force triggered a second orgasm and I screamed his name, feeling him pulse inside me with his own release. Distantly, I registered the sound of Edward screaming my name, followed closely by several small crashes from the other side of the house.
Stupid, mind-reading, son of a bitch is ruining my bliss, I thought to myself. He needs a time out. The thought illuminated my brain like a light bulb and I smiled evilly up at Jasper.
"What?" he asked, looking at me suspiciously.
"Let's wash," I answered smugly. "I just got an idea on how to teach Edward what he needs to learn."
Jasper's returning smile matched mine, and we quickly began scrubbing each other as I mentally ran through my plan.
AN- My sincere apologies for the delay. I was out of town and had difficulties getting my mojo back once I got back home. Hoping to get back to normal now!
Dear MM- My mind is still blown from my reward. You rock my world.
Thank you to VegaTenshi for the idea to fuse Edward's head to his ass. Also, thanks to kjgrubbs for suggesting bejeweling his balls! You girls give great reviews, and I appreciate the inspiration!
Recs - My Life Extended by LyricalKris- really poignant AH Bella/Jasper.
No Holds Barred by jayhawkbb- cute AH Bellarina/Bartenderward.
Thanks for reading and Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers!
Love,
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