I re-read and re-read this story over and over, finally deciding that there really needed to be reconstruction to the overall plot and whatever else. I feel like everything is all over the place with this story and since this is only supposed to be a short story, which it is and has about three more chapters planned after this one... not going to rewrite.

I want to finish it as it is and have this completed.

Thanks to every one who favorites and follows, not to mention my reviewers.

I also changed the banners so it's more able to see; and I hold you all like this chapter.

This chapter is as wild as the last.

Disclaimers: Twilight does not belong to me. I own nothing but my stories and ideas. The name is NOT Stephanie Meyers.

Chapter 7: You're Just The Same As Me

Jasper's POV

I had known this side of Bella for a week.

We made love every night.

"Again," she murmured in my ears, taking a sensual nibble at my jawbone.

Three times in the last four hours had I buried myself in Bella's internal warmth.

My lips began planting steamy, searing kisses on any part of her skin. Her lips, jawline, neck, breasts, arms, stomach, pussy...

Bella softly moaned as I positioned myself back to her entrance. One thrust was enough to have me off the wall and her moaning so loud that the whole community of the residence we took up, could hear and be woken up at 6:57a.m in the morning.

My unnecessary breathing hitched when her long, ivory-toned legs wrapped around my thrusting waist, so tight that I may have needed a crow-bar to unlatch them. She felt so good and we could keep loving each other with our bodies forever, if we wanted or if we ever grew tired.

But according to Estébon Crowe, the Hispanic-White, fat slob who almost got uppercut into the middle of next week for giving the eyes to Bella, I had maintenance work to complete in order for our stay.

And she did owe thanks to my old pal and second in command Peter. After all, he did get us out of jail.

When her inner walls involuntarily quenched around my riding dick, I knew her release was coming.

"Jazz, one more time—" I put a finger to her plump lips, silencing the request I was so tempted to carry out—but she promised to call Peter and thank him for getting us out of jail, once the sun rose. And as the sunlight shown through the sheer curtains hung by Bella to give this shabby shack a little "pizzazz" as she called it, and made our marbled skin glitter and gleam with sparkles, she knew it was that time.

The brunette bit her bottom lip and stared at me with those darkened eyes but I gave her a straight face and nodded once.

"Fine," she murmured, gently shoving me so that I got off of her. Bella rolled off of the futon with a huff and reached for the cordless-phone resting on the nightstand table; she clicked the caller-id and dialed the only number logged into the phone.

"Y'ello? Major, what can I do for ya'?" I heard the bastard chime through the phone, his southern drawl making me smirk.

"Um..." Bella mumbled into the phone—even as a vampire, she still had that cute nervous and coy attitude when it came to certain people... And I loved that about her— "this isn't Jasp—Major... it's his mate, Bella. And I wanted to thank you for what you did for us..."

She was referring to the fact that... coincidentally, we got locked in a jail ran by my second-in-command Peter; what he was doing out in Montana when he should have been based in Texas with Charlotte... I have no idea, but he did save our asses.

Bella was so close to drinking the man she was locked in with—had it not been for Peter waltzing in like a big, bad prison warden whistling a show-tune and jingling the cell keys as a way to taunt whoever he thought he had locked up in there, she would have done it and I may have bent-in those cell bars just to get to her.

I can remember the look engraved into Peter's face; he was so damn surprised and tried his best to stifle the ensuing chuckle at the sight of his boss, his captain locked in a box cell, hands tightly clenching the metal bars until they bent, all while staring at him with a solemn expression. And then it happened, he burst out laughing, searching through the chain full of different sized keys until he found the one that opened my cell, letting me out.

"Well, I'll be damned, Major. What the hell are you doing away from Forks without your hoitey-toitey family and pixie wife—locked in my jail?" He questioned, snickering in between each word. One darkened glare and a feeding a of fear into his emotions was enough to shake him up, making him automatically straightened his back and salute me like we were still in the war times and he was my solider. "Apologies, Major. But the nature of my question... what the hell is going on? And how did you get in here?" — "Was it that poor excuse for a human, Buck or whatever the hell his name was? 'Cause if it was, I been meaning to snap his neck and drink him since day one!"

Sighing heavily, I motioned to the seething Bella, criss-cross in the far corner of the cell, as away from the sleeping man as she could get. "Let her out before she drinks the poor man, please."

"And it's a long story, Peter... probably even longer than the one you have to get to telling me about why the hell you're not stationed in Texas like you should be." I added, as he jiggled the key into the lock and pulled open the cell door with ease, letting Bella rush out into my arms.

I ignored his feelings of pure confusion as he watched with raised eyebrows and his mouth ajar as he watched me smooth over her hair, and plant a kiss to her forehead.

"Can we please go hunt, Jasper?" Bella pleaded. I could tell she was holding her breath and that it was hard for her not to take a bite out of that man in the cell—the purple circles under her molten dark, onyx-colored eyes gave way to that.

I gave her a brief nod and we turned to Peter, frozen like a statue, his deep red eyes staring at my arm wrapped around her waist, then zipping to the finger where my wedding ring from Alice once lay.

He inched forward—Bella's emotions spiking with curiosity and a sense of danger. I fed her a feeling of calm, since I knew Peter wouldn't dare hurt her; especially if he saw her glued to me and I pasted to her.

"I-Is..." he trailed off, those red eyes widening. Bella gave me a look and I shrugged. I had no idea what this bastard was going to do or say. Certainly nothing to harm us, and I couldn't even get a grasp on his emotions. He learned to conceal them well from me. "Is it true, Major?"

"Wh-What's true?" Bella murmured to me, her perfectly arched eyebrows furrowing.

"Did you finally leave that pixie and find yourself a real woman—vampire?!" He exclaimed, chortling up a hearty laugh; very expected from him.

My arm wound tightly around Bella's waist and I pulled her close, knowing she could get no closer. I stared into her pretty eyes, all while telling him the best thing that ever happened in all my decades of living. "Yeah, Peter. I did leave Alice for Bella—she's my one true mate."

I was snapped back into reality when there was a loud knock on the screen door. Sighing as Bella gave her thanks to my old companion, I slipped on the pair of "work jeans" I had and walked at a human pace to the door—of course, dashing to put on a pot of coffee as I could smell the pig of a boss I had to work for. I already sensed he was feeling awfully mischievous, when I opened the latch to the door and he swung it open, waltzing in the small joint.

Estébon Crowe was a badly tan, balding middle aged man. He was fat like a pig, with skin as oily and pink as one, thinking he was a billionaire by constantly sporting different colored monkey suits, as I liked to call 'em. Today's color was white; I wonder why. He resembled the white man that owned that awful fried chicken joint: Kentucky Fried Chicken. I remember Bella expressing before she got here that she wanted to eat and order from there—which was impossible because the only way we could eat human food was if we bared with the awful taste and didn't mind throwing it right back up a few hours later.

That was a whole other story for another time though; Estébon owned this condominium on the shabby beach of this overly cloudy town located in the small state of Maine. Peter had contacted Charlotte and helped us get this place. The location was perfect—thousands and thousands of miles away from Forks, Washington and way on the other side of the United States. And the weather was much likes Forks. Except not so dreary. And it barely rained out here. It was just very cloudy; the sun was blocked by billowy clouds and the air was warm, sometimes muggy and very humid.

Bella loved it so I took it.

I was hoping to find a better place for us to settle for a while than this dump— a one bedroom, half-story shack, located in the center of the beach, with chipped painting and creaky floorboards; a grimy shower and outhouse for a bathroom (not that we needed a toilet anyways) and barely enough room to keep a small table and three chairs, bookcase for some of Bella's books and a tall lamp or two; the furniture was cheap and used, already placed in by the owner and the only good thing that seemed to come from this shack was the nice wooden balcony it had and the large, plane windows that have a great view of the beach that lay ahead.

Needless to say the only way I could stay here is if I did manual labour for this lazy man and contained the maintenance around the beach and other residents homes' or should I say, shacks.

And the keyword I.

What was meant by that?

Not nothing serious... just the fact that Bella was not allowed to stay here.

There was an incident the first night.

We were making love on the bed in our empty room and it was so intense that we broke a hole in the floor that cost a lot of money to repair—money we didn't have at the moment and refused to withdraw for the fear of being tracked by the control freaks Alice and Edward. And to add on to that, we slept again that night. I tapped into the emotions of the many sleeping people of this condominium and she cuddled in my arms, under my embrace, able to close her eyes and sleep as if we were human again. It was a moment we never wanted lose. And the problem with that was...

I had to "get up" and do work around the area at least by 11:00 a.m.

I woke up around 4:27p.m.

That, added with the broken floorboards and hole in the floor was enough Estébon Crowe angry. He went in a flying rage, yelling, "11 'o clock, Mr. Whitlock! 11 'o clock! Not 11:02, 11:03, 11:04 or any time later than that!" - "And the floor! The perfect floors!" That was a complete lie—each board creaked with each step. "What did you and her do?!"

"I can fix it, sir. It's no problem at all." I coaxed him, not even caring to tap into his emotions; I had patience like a hawk, but this may have been the man to break it. I hated kissing up to people—but the promise I made to Bella stopped me from unleashing and... killing the guy. Plus, I didn't want him to wake my mate.

I had never watched her sleep before and that was just exactly what I planned to do if he'd hurry up with his rant and fuckin' leave. I glanced through the open window to see her wearing an old t-shirt, snuggled into the wool blankets we had and peacefully sleeping. Her soft snores were ultimately cute and blocked out his yelling and made me ignore the spit flying out of his mouth and onto me. He noticed my gaze shifting back and forth between her and while the lust in his body and deep within his core built, so did his anger.

"She's the problem, isn't she?" He yelled loud enough to stir her from her sleep.

I placed a finger to my lips to keep him quiet but that had only made the pompous asshole chuckle even louder than he yelled; he slapped his knee before coughing from the intense laugh, which I quite frankly ain't find anything funny at all.

If he woke Bella...

But before he could get out another word, and before I even realized it, she was indeed awake, glaring daggers at the man. If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

Bella hopped from the bed, with a feisty twang in her step as she approached the open confrontation the owner decided to ensue, leaning on the frames of the door, with a hand on her slightly curvy hips.

"Who the hell are you to talk to Jasper like that?!" She almost growling, narrowing her now darkened eyes at him. I could sense the fear radiating off of him; Estébon cleared his throat before straightening his shoulders and jabbing a finger in her direction.

"I wasn't talking to you, mujer! Stay out of this!"

But knowing my mate, she wouldn't. She slowly stalked closer to him, her thin top lip curling back as she seethed, "Do you know who you're talking to?"

She didn't give the man a chance before yelling at him, whilst grasping my hand, "The greatest fucking man in the world—my man, fat ass!"

"It doesn't show on his face!" He shot back, cowering a bit before turning to face me with a scowl engraved in he features of his sweaty face, "And she doesn't even got panties on! You expect me to let somebody like this stay here for everyone to see?!" I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists when his eyes even thought to trail down there. That area was mine and an average human, like the one he was, wouldn't have even noticed that she had on no underwear unless they had really been taking glances down there—which tells me he definitely was sneaking looks.

Bella's eyes widened and she looked down herself, at her long legs poking out before pulling—nearly ripping the shirt down that barely covered her mid thighs and looking back up at him. She raised a hand, slapping the pig across the face. I could tell it hurt because he flinched and pranced around as if he was standing over fire.

Estébon recovered, letting out a war-cry of some sort before trying to charge at my mate—in which I blocked his path and shoved him so hard that he fell back against the wooden balcony of the shack, snapping the wood in two and falling the short distance on a large mound of sand, my first job was to move and flatten out against the area.

Bella kissed my cheek before walking over to the broken side of the balcony, looking down on him. She clenched her fists, "Take a good look, schmuck!" - "You'll never even see any of this for as long as you live!" She lifted up the shirt, revealing her goodies to the groaning man, before I pulled her back and tugged the shirt back down, enforcing a scolding look to her for even showing him anything—even if he'd never see and I'd snap his neck before he even thought to try.

And right after that was when he said she couldn't stay there...

"Jasper," his wishy-washed Hispanic tone echoed in my ears, bringing me back to the world once again. He gestured to the brewing coffee. "She musn't make you forgot, you see?" I pulled a cup down from the small cabinets for him and myself, even though I had no taste for coffee and poured us both a cup.

"Sugar?" He questioned, holding up the small bowl of sugar cubes. "One." I simply said, watching as he tossed one in my cup and two for himself.

"I know I told you that she was not allowed to stay—she is interfering with work."

"I know you said that," I interject. "But she does help out a lot around here. Bella cleans, cooks and does all the shopping—things I won't have time for with the work and things I need to do and get to fixin'." Estébon sipped his coffee and eyed the place, nodding to my statements.

With the small amount money he paid, she did buy some new books and a couple of clothing from one of the local thrift shops on the beach. As for keeping up the appearance of being human, which I was slowly getting accustomed to and seemed to make my mate ecstatic, she did buy real food. Once had she actually eaten something and hours later puked it into the ocean waters that night while we were out for a swim. And as far as maintaining our thirst and keeping things looking normal for us to the many residents that seemed to like me and her already, we drank from small rodents, things like foxes and most marine animals we came into contact with while out in the water.

I was pleased to say not once had Bella strayed from the "vegetarian" diet we worked so hard to achieve years ago, since we came here the week ago— the deal was to start clean and forget the slips she had previously when we first ran away.

"I see your point." Estébon sighed, walking out of the shack and onto the fixed balcony. I followed, standing by his side as he went on, "So you want me to just overlook seeing her, am I right?"

I nod my head once. "Bella ain't mean you no harm the first night... She was just a little cranky from being woken up. And I did fix the flooring that we broke, as well. So what do you say?"

The fat man huffed before his lips curved into a smug smile. He slowly turned to face me, that mischief emotion I felt when he first walked through, shining as bright as ever. I know something was coming. So I waited, squinting my eyes and watching as he raised a finger like he just thought of an idea—he had one all along and I wasn't stupid enough to not notice this— "The shacks... slap some paint and redecorate the shacks on the beach."

This asshole... was slick as hell. I could tell he wanted me to protest, but I was up for his little request. I'd have all of these shacks painted in less than an hour, being an agile and fast vampire and all... but that's right... I was "human".

It was only natural for humans to complain about work and no young man, as I was shown to be, could re-paint 500 shacks in an hour. "But it would take a whole painting crew to do all them!" I falsely protested. "Why, me and Bella would be painting until the year 2025!"

My protests seems to please this fat slob. He handed his cup of coffee to me, smirking, "You and your girl may form a crew then—paint together."

I nod. "And how much do you plan to pay her? The same amount as me?"

Estébon chuckled before shaking his head. "The request to forget I saw her here after saying she was not allowed to stay—is more than enough for a form of pay." He waved a goodbye before walking down the steps of the shack, to his tiny, black sports car.

"What did that fat slob say we had to do, Jazz?" Bella inquired, leaning her head out the open window.

I turn to my mate, plastering a small smile on my face before walking over to her and kissing her full lips. A shrug plays on my shoulders, "Nothing big... just a little paint job."

The brunette beamed a big smile, clasping her hands together, "Terrific! I love painting."

Looking to my left and right to make sure no one was near, I crouched down leaping through the window and landing on top of her. As I straddled her hips, she giggled like a giddy child and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Oh, yeah... Peter said hi."

I leaned down, kissing her lips softly. "Tell him I said hey back."

She rolled her topaz colored eyes, biting her bottom lip before shrugging, "So you want me to call him back?"

"Of course, not." I hoarsely whisper, my throat feeling dry at the enticing look she gave me and sultriness laced in her octave tone. "And I trust you thanked him well enough?"

The brunette made me dip my head down and crushed her mouth to mine, passionately kissing me once, twice and three times before sighing softly, with a snicker or two, "That boy has one of the biggest egos I've seen—it really rivals Emmett's."

At the mention of our brother, I shot up and remembered my promise to him: we'd call him as soon as we were settled. Bella groaned loudly when I got up and helped her to her feet. "Do we really have to go to town just to use the pay-phone to call him?" She must have already knew what was on my mind the moment she saw me, pulling a tank top over my head, put on some socks and slip into my suede-brown boots.

"Sugar, you promised Em' that we'd call him. Come on now." I said, motioning to the stack of neatly folded clothes belonging to her. Bella sighed heavily and crossed her arms over her chest, pouting. "Fine, once again."

I watched as she flipped on the shower knob located in the corner of the small room. She didn't even bother to close the curtains, giving me a full view of the droplets of water wetting her hair completely and beating down on her slim yet curvy body. It was a truly mouth-watering view; she roaming the bar of soap over her breasts, nipples perked out and suds dripping down her body.

I was automatically hardened and subconsciously unbuckled my jeans, reaching inside to grab my dick and give it a rough stroke. My mate watched with half-lidded eyes as I jacked myself to her showering— that girl knew exactly what she was doing, softly rubbing soap over her ass, giving it a cup and turning to face away from me, bending down and spreading her legs wide as if she actually needed to, in order to soap up her small feet and roam the soap up and down her small legs.

"Bella—h-hurry up..." I grunted, making her smirk smugly.

I was definitely going to get her back for this.

She washed the soap from her body for an agonizingly slow, five minutes before turning off the knob and stepping out the shower with a small towel in her hand to dry her hair—not body.

So as she roamed and ruffled the small towel through her long, lustrous hair all while stretching her long legs and letting the water stream down her body. I watched as she bit her lip as I slowly stroked myself with a hand in my jeans once she finishes with her hair, pinning it up into a messy bun on top of her head. Bella then dries her body off and strodes over to the stack of clothing, pulling a pair of white bikini-panties from the top of the pile, stepping into them, making sure to bend down as she slowly and sensually pull them up her legs and on her bottom.

Silver drops of pre-cum coated my hand because even with plain underwear on like that, she still looked hot; I wonder if she was ever this much of a tease to ol' Eddie. And imagine if Alice saw all of this in one of her visions...

She picked out... a demin apron and tied it around her body like a dress.

"Absolutely not, Bella." I blurt out. "You are not going into town dressed like that."

Bella turned and did a little spin. "Why not? I look cute and this makes a simple and easy dress. It covers everything, Jazz."

She was right, but if she were to move a tad too quick, her underwear would show. "Bella... no." It was a deathtrap and likely to strike any and every man or boy in town.

She wasn't listening though; instead slipping on her red wedges she managed to find at the shop for a buck-fifty. Man, was Isabella Swan a stubborn mate.

With a wink, she waltzed out of the shack and down the steps; the door to the pick-up truck I was given was slammed shut, so that signalled she was already in the car. And when I listened carefully, I could hear the seat-belt clicking in place.

Damn.

I removed my hand, determined to finish up later and buckled my jeans back in place, heading out into the driver seat of the truck. She glanced at me, with adoring gaze in her eyes and a small, content smile on her face... And I smiled back.

I was happy.

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"I don't know how comfortable I feel anymore thinking about me and Rosie doing our business for Edward to come and see in my mind, you two." Emmett sighed into the phone. "Why don't you two lovebirds just come home already... my excuses for why you two aren't here are becoming more sillier each day, man. And I'm tired of the questions from Alice, too."

I could feel Bella becoming annoyed. "Emmett, you're doing fine!" She chimed, trying to be optimistic toward him. "Alice nor Edward suspects a thing and Jasper and I are enjoying ourselves— another two weeks, please. I promise we'll be back... but just let us enjoy each other some more."

I could hear Emmett cuss and babble to himself incoherently before finally saying, "Fine, lil' sis. Only because you said please." - "Now put Jasper on the phone— I know he's listening." Bella blows kisses into the phone, giving him a thanks and love you before handing the pay phone to me with a big smile on her beautiful, marbled face.

I sighed and crookedly grinned back before hearing him say with a teasing tone in his voice, "Stroke game too good, huh, Jasper?" I laughed while the brunette rolled her eyes and wrapped arms around my neck, watching as I talked to the brawny vampire.

"It seems so." I chirp, laughing when I heard him give an ominous yeahhhh! . Emmett was such a tease. And I was really grateful for him to do this for me and Bella—he was the true definition of a brother and I was glad to have met him.

We talked for a good five minutes before he hung up, due to Rosalie and Esme returning from a quick hunt.

I placed the phone back on the hook and grabbed Bella's hand, walking across the street and back to the truck.

"So what now?" She inquired, leaning her head out the window as we began to drive back to our shack on the beach.

"Nothing much... just wait for the paint to arrive so we can start on our work." I say, maneuvering the truck into a turn.

A/N:

Decided to end it right there.

Thoughts on the story and chapter?

Not too much happened other than Jasper explaining what happened in the past week. And as you can see... things are heating up—a little.

The next one should be out pretty soon, as the idea is still fresh in my mind.

Stay tooned!

And be prepared for some heavy artillery coming from Ms. Bella.

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