AN: HI Y'ALL! I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A MINUTE SINCE MY LAST UPDATE. THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE ONE MORE POV ADDED BEFORE WE MOVE FORWARD WITH THE OVERARCHING PLOT. I'M ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN WITH THE BOYS IN THIS. HOW SWEET ARE THEY? SO WHOLESOME... ;)

Rated M: language, lemons and never ending vampire monologues

Disclaimer: I'm not claiming shit. You can't prove it was me? You'll never make me go back there! I didn't do it! Stephanie did. I'm not taking the fall or any money for her creations!

CHAPTER 11

PART 2

BPOV

HOSTESS WITH THE MOSTEST

I'm glad we finally talked.

I just broke down in front of him, but after the way we entered that conversation, I felt like I held it together pretty well. I know that doesn't really mean too much after fleeing with the boys to this random bar just so I could cross things off my bucket list in a fit of blind, righteous vengeance-based fury, but overall, I'm glad we did it. It's over with. I have Jasper and he has me and-… it's good to know that we both feel the same need for each other.

Plus, I got that favor I have to cash in with Peter off of my chest, so, now I'm not the only one who has to worry about it. He's more than a little intimidating for someone with my level of… inexperience.

We hop into Emmett's jeep and start heading back to Forks. After a few moments of awkward silence where one of us would occasionally look at the other and immediately turn away to stare thoughtfully at something in the distance or at the road, trying to figure out what to say next.

Admittedly, I got a little bored and had to break the silence.

"Are all vampires bisexual?" I ask, completely at random.

"I wouldn't say that…" Jasper says as his eyebrows perk up in a surprised pause, "Sex and love are different things for vampires. We obsess over sex almost as much as we do blood. It's one of the heightened lusts we have to deal with in this second life. Sticking to one gender can become tedious and… dull. We live forever, Bella, and boredom is an unavoidable curse. Most vampires over a century old have either dabbled or embraced the thought of same sex interactions. Most vampires enjoy threesomes, orgies and the like as well. It's a very primal urge to want to seduce, fuck and claim the territory of another's body."

This sounds like I'd just be extending my current state of teenage curiosity and boredom… but heightened. Like a pool of hormone-related exploration and experimentation like in one of those teen movies with the pastries- except dragged out over a much longer amount of time. And instead of just sex hormones, it's bloodlust-driven fucking and fighting. A shiver rips through me at the thought of toying with the deliciously sexy inhuman vampires I've met so far. As quickly as I arouse, I'm doused with the fear of potential loss and inadequacy.

"And how does mating and love play into that?" I ask, knowing that both of us feel some kind of way for each other, hoping that it's enough to keep us together regardless of potential experiences with others.

"For the Cullens, they are predominantly monogamous. They pride themselves in living as close to human ideals as possible. For the average vampire, not so much. Remember James's coven had three? It would be safe for me to assume that Laurent had occasionally joined the mated pair in sex on a frequent basis. It was evident in how close and loyal they were to each other. It strengthens bonds and loyalty within a coven to indulge in sex for those reasons. It's one of the ways we maintained order during my time in the south."

"What does that mean in regards to love? It's difficult to wrap my head around letting someone that isn't you touch me so intimately. The thought arouses me in an abstract way, but I worry that I would be jealous if I had to witness or experience someone touching you."

I'm already somewhat uncomfortable with having to follow through with this favor I owe Peter. At the time it seemed like a good idea, but that was back when I had already practically decided to cut Jasper out of my life completely. Out of impulse. Obviously, now I regret that decision, but- I mean… Peter is insanely hot, and… vampires do think differently than humans… fuck. It's not like Jasper and I are 'mated' or whatever… Not that- I want, or, don't want that. …dammit, I don't know. As Jasper explains the intricacies of mating and how primal the vampire lover politics are- I stop worrying so much about me, and start worrying about how Jasper and Peter are going to resolve this little problem that I'm caught in the middle of. Maybe that's how it will be... It doesn't sound terrible, not going to lie. We haven't even tried butt-stuff yet. Am I open to butt-stuff? Oh right, Jasper's still talking.

I snap back to the conversation we were having and listen to Jasper explain more about how mating works, and how jealously isn't usually the norm in a standard healthy vampire relationship, provided the mated bond is strong enough. Pretty much, if you're made for each other, you'll both live long enough to have sex with whoever you'd like without the trust being broken. It's all very fascinating. I think. He then explained the situation with James and Victoria, using them as an example of a weaker mated bond and what that typically leads to.

I do my best to listen, but Jasper's deep honey-thick voice has a beautifully calming effect on me, so just having him tangent next to me in the car makes me feel so safe. His accent slips in as I relax against his side while he speaks. He seems like a quiet guy, but once he gets started… man that vampire certainly doesn't believe in quick and to the point unless it's a crisis.

"Stop at my dad's house, I wanna check in with him since I'm back in town. I'm sure he's worried, but it's weird." I know I do my fair-share of galivanting around town with a family of vampires who usually have his and my safety under control, but just in case, I'd better check on him.

"What's weird?" Jasper asks.

"He hasn't called me once since I left. I figured he was just giving me space to work through my own issues before trying to talk about it. Charlie has never been very good with emotions."

"He should be home right now..." I mutter out in concerned thought. I fish the keys out of my tiny girl-jean pocket. They never make them big enough to actually be useful, do they? It's so annoying. Stupid tiny girl pockets. After a moment of fumbling around to find the right key, I unlock the door and swing it open.

"Hello? Charlie? …Dad?"

"He's not here, Bella." Jasper says, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Where is he?"

Jasper shrugs. I thought he and the family were supposed to keep tabs on him. For safety. Great. Now I'm actually worried. This isn't like Charlie. Where could he be? I wander around the house, searching for clues until landing in the kitchen. There's a note on the fridge.

GONE FISHING. BE BACK ON WEDNESDAY.

-DAD

I take it back; this is exactly like Charlie. Well at least I'm glad it's nothing to worry about. Just Charlie doing dad things. I show the note to Jasper and after reading it, he peeks his eyes around the paper with a smirk lighting up his face.

"Well, what d'ya know. We still have a few days before he's back. Anything you wanna do with that time, precious girl?"

"I have an idea… you may want to hunt before tonight, cowboy. You have some apologizing to do with that gifted tongue of yours."

"Count on it." Jasper winks.

Good. I need a moment to freshen up. I smell like margaritas, and beer-soaked saddle-leather. Not innately sexy.

I head up to my room as Jasper dashes out the door on his hunt. I strip out of my clothes, peeling my shorts off and releasing the ladies from their lacy cloth prison with a relieved sigh. Why does that feel so damned good every time? Knowing I'm home alone, and- expecting a man, I feel a little risky and decide to not bother with a robe or anything as I exit my room door in the nude and head into the bathroom for a nice, steamy shower.

I wring out my hair and toss my head back, feeling the cold strands slap against my back as I step out onto the bathmat, welcomed by foggy Bella in the mirror. Hi Bella. Looking good. Blurry. But good. Yoga is really paying off.

I swing the bathroom door open and leave it that way, airing out the steam, wearing nothing but a towel in my hair. It's not like anyone else is going to be around that I don't want to see me naked. Rounding the corner, I enter my room and throw myself onto the bed and run my fingers down my thighs, admiring my freshly shaven, smooth legs as they shine in the dim light of my bedroom. Unwrapping my towel from my hair, I toss it aside and put on some music as I air dry. Cycling through a few playlists I made, I finally land on my slow sexy rock one, open my curtains, peek around outside my window to see if maybe Jasper's out there so he can see me lay back onto the bed, basking in the moonlight, like a fucking moon goddess or something. God it's nice to have the house to myself.

Jasper better come back soon, I'm just aching for him to come take what's his. I don't know if I can wait much longer. I'm freaking soaked just thinking about it, and not from the shower. The next song plays, "Exit Music (for a Film)" by Radiohead. I love this song. It's haunting and sexy, just like my cowboy. I wet my lips and allow my hands to casually wander down my body. A cool breeze of night air washes across my chest, bringing my nipples to perk up into stiff pink points, which, by the way, is my favorite way to see them, all cute and pokey. I give one a little pinch with one hand and let out a soft little moan while my other hand trails further and further down my stomach, walking its fingers down between my legs. I'm so fucking wet already… No harm in a little toying around… With my middle finger, I delve between my folds and tease at my entrance.

"Mmh… Jasper.. get here…" I moan out loud, my glossy gaze shifting back and forth from the door to the window. Never know which entrance these vampires will decide on. No point dwelling on it, may as well enjoy myself a little more. I slide my moist finger up to my clit and massage it with small circles, closing my eyes and resting my head back onto my pillow, imagining my fingers are his deliciously sinful tongue.

I hear my window slide open and shut in very quick succession and lo and behold, my cowboy arrives. I open my eyes and there he is: Jasper standing right next to me with a smirk painted across his face.

"Precious girl… did you forget to put clothes on? You knew I was coming for you."

I giggle softly, biting my lower lip while I extend my arm out suggestively, fingers soaked in my juices as I bring them up to his mouth. He readily accepts them and slips them in hungrily, lapping up my taste, greedily working that skilled tongue of his carefully around every inch, making sure to not miss a single drop. Mmh.. I need more. Lower.

I scoot over to give him room on my bed to share, leaving my legs spread for the taking. My eyes are glued to those lips of his as he crawls forward over me. His head dips down further, just inches from my wetness as he looks up to me and commands me in that sexy southern accent of his to wrap my legs around his head 'like a good girl' and I simply can't refuse him. I'd never dream of it. He wraps his lips around my clit and frees that pink pearl from its hood as he slathers his tongue across it, sucking it into his mouth simultaneously and oh my fucking god I immediately start to melt. He's not allowed to be this good at this. That's illegal.

"..Nnh, Jasper-.. This is why you're my favorite vampire." I joke nervously before pushing his face harder against me with my legs, reaching down to run my fingers through his wavy blonde hair while my whole body writhes, begging for more. I arch my back and grind my pussy against his eager mouth only to feel his hands slide underneath the small of my back, pushing upwards as he devours me. He forces my hips up, shoving my sex against his parted lips as his tongue slithers as deep as it can possibly go inside of me. I feel it wriggle, firming up and softening to the rhythm he decides, every taste bud dragging itself across every one of my ridges inside before brushing their way over my sensitive clit. I lose track of everything else he does down there as he uses a combination of lips and his masterful tongue to bring me to my first orgasm of the night. He abuses every hyper-sensitive nerve down there as I ride out each wave, grinding myself into his face, feeling the perfect rough friction of the slight stubble on his chin as I ride his head harder than the saddle on that mechanical bull at the bar. Eventually it becomes too much for me and I freeze, feeling every muscle in my body tighten up before falling limp, panting to catch my breath. Fuck I missed this. Him.

I check down on Jasper only to find his face completely covered in my juices. I feel my cheeks flush as I stare down at his sexy sopping wet face, hungrily staring at me with a primal lust and I know he missed this just as much as I did. It's a good thing he doesn't need to breathe, because if he did, I'm pretty sure I would've just asphyxiated him with my pussy. Yet another perk of our little arrangement.

He's already primed and ready to continue and before I finish catching my breath, he slips one of his long fingers deep inside of me and rumbles out in a deep, husky breath:

"Are you gonna cum on my face again, precious girl? Are you gonna let me drink all of you up, darlin'?"

That's not fair. He knows what he does to me. Fuck. And just like that, I'm ready for round two. I don't even think I had a moment to stop trembling in the wake of the first orgasm and with those honey words and that accent, I'm practically already on the verge of another.

"Jasper… hnng. I need.. oh god… your tongue… feels so fucking gooood!" I cry out. I don't even care anymore. I need more.

He accepts the challenge and begins to lap up my clit like he's trying to stretch it like taffy, polishing it off like I'm the last traces of his favorite ice cream stuck to the bottom of the bowl. With each long, drawn-out drag of the tongue, he thrusts his fingers as deep as they can go inside of me, matching the rhythm of each lick, curling those fingers up to tease at my ridges, pushing every single button I have with his face and hand, like he has my insides memorized. I can feel how wet he's gotten me by the puddle of sex that's gathered underneath me. I'm so close. Oh fuck. It's happening. I feel my walls close in on his fingers, throbbing around them as each flick of his tongue sends electric shocks through my entire body. I tremble as my insides milk his digits and I explode all over his face like a geyser. He slurps it all up enthusiastically and with each inhale I moan uncontrollably, lost in orgasmic bliss.

My eyes are watering and I'm drooling, trying to tame my breath back to some semblance of a normal pace. I reach over to run my hands through Jasper's hair, gazing into his eyes as I manage to make a few words out:

"H-hahh.. mmh.. Alright, Jasper, I forgive you."

"And you'll be mine?" Like he even has to ask.

"Yes, god yes. All yours. Forever." I smile, feeling my eyes grow heavy as I find myself drifting in and out, savoring the moment while basking in hazy waves of post-orgasm aftershocks.

I wake to find myself wrapped in a robe, in Jasper's arms as he drops us off at a cabin. As soon as he sets me back onto my feet, just past the threshold of the front door, I slip out of my robe and start exploring the cabin around in the nude. Partly to entice my sexy cowboy to make his move on me, and partly to admire my hard earned body in what ever reflection of myself I can find in this cabin he's found for us. As I see the flush painted across my cheeks, I know it's from the incredible oral he gave me just before coming here. I don't feel any shame or awkwardness in my body, just comfy in my own skin because I know I'm safe with him. I want him to see me in all my glory before the color is sucked out of my skin for good. It feels so liberating.

I turn to face Jasper and scan his exquisite physique, pulsing with energy both from his hunt. As my eyes sweep back down, I notice how tight the front of his pants are and fixate my stare to his cock, throbbing just behind the fly of his sexy jeans. With a touch of mischief flavoring my words, I let him know what I want.

"I want to feel your cock again, Jasper…"

I watch as his cock throbs, about to burst free of his jeans without any help or external stimuli. His eyes scan all around the room, analyzing all the surfaces, much like I was doing when we first got here, just imagining all the spots we can defile with our bodies.

"Please, Jasper… I feel so empty without your cock." I purr, pleading with the most innocent eyes I can muster, knowing full well that my words don't match the innocence I'm feigning with my expression. I need it. I need him. I know what this look does to him. I want him to claim what's his.

"Oh baby girl, I'm about to fuck you for three days straight. No stopping. No breaks. You ready for me?" Jasper asks as his hand slithers down the curve of my hip.

Fuck, could you imagine? Existing only for sex for the next three days? God, I would be so exhausted and he would just be right there, fucking me into oblivion. Mmh. I want that. I'm dripping at the thought of it.

"Yes." I answer. Ready and willing.

"I don't think you properly understood me. I mean your body is gonna be attached to my cock for three days straight. If or when you sleep,… my cock will be inside you." He threatens as his large palm grabs a handful of my ass and he pulls me into him, pressing his clothed erection against my lower stomach before continuing:

"If you find a chance to eat,… my cock will be inside you." His hand pulls my ass open so his finger could slip inside.

"If you happen to get a phone call, if you have to answer the door, and even if you have to piss… my cock will be inside of you. Is that understood? …I'm done playing little human games. I'm done pretending I can control myself around you. Your body is mine and I'm about to plant my goddamn flag in it and make sure you remember what you agreed to when you accepted me. When I decided to keep you."

Music to my ears. Fuck he's hot when he's scary. I tremble a little as I stare my predator directly in the eyes. My knees go weak instinctively to the rumbling deep tone of his voice. He's growling those words at me as he fingers me and I chew on my lip, growing wetter by the second. How is he still able to make me this nervous?

"What if… there's an emergency?" I ask shakily, like a rabbit making a deal with a wildcat.

"Then I will handle it with you on my fucking cock. What about this isn't clear, Isabella? I'm claiming you. You are mine. There's no room for bullshit anymore. When I finish with you after the next three days, we will begin the process of your false death. I will take you to a remote location, likely with a few others to keep track of you, and I will change you." Yes, yes, yes. Claim me. Oh wait.

"What about Charlie?" I ask, just to cover all my bases. Wait. Am I stalling? Why am I stalling? I mean. He is kind of scary like this. Scary but insanely hot.

"You've been gone for days without a word to him. He cared so little that he didn't call. He just left a note for you in case you showed up. FUCK CHARLIE. I want you. I tracked you down. I showed up. How many more times do I have to say this, Bella? YOU ARE MINE."

I like Charlie, and-.. as much as I'm concerned with his safety, he makes some good points. He's promising me exactly what I want right now. Charlie will be fine. And I'm so wet right now. Do it, Jasper. Claim me. I want you to. Claim me. I need your cock. I feel my breathing hasten and my nipples harden against the chill in the room. I'm so wet I feel it trickling down my inner thigh. He's steadfast in his pace as his finger thrusts deeper inside me and I collapse against his chest, resting my chin on his shoulder as I turn to whisper into his ear:

"I'm yours."

"Now you're getting it princess. Open those pretty legs for me so I can enjoy this human body for a little while longer. I wanna feel you squirt on my cock again."

My breath is hot. I feel it filling the air around his neck as it breezes back over me. I wrap my arms around his neck and lift myself onto him, wrapping my legs around his hips.

Jasper tears his pants off, tossing the shredded scraps of denim across the floor as he lifts me up a little to poise his cock full mast against my dripping entrance. With ease, he lowers me slowly onto him, filling me up completely.

"There we are, pretty girl, nice and snug for our stay here."

I purr and moan as I tighten my grip around him while he carries me around like his own personal cocksleeve, nonchalantly unpacking our bags, which he must have packed while I was out cold from the last two orgasms he gave me. The friction is just right, but without controlled thrusts, it's like he's teasing me with every step he takes. I try my best to ride him, but he just looks at me with that sexy smile of his. I want more. Mooooooore, Jasper. Cmon cowboy, fuck me right. I can't get off with just this. I need more. Fuck me, please.

I grind and grind, running my hands through his hair and moaning in his ear, but he remains unaffected, still rock-hard inside me while handling the errands of prepping our little vacation fuck-a-thon. I think I see him break a few times when I breathe my hot breath behind his ear, but he just keeps on tasking while I helplessly cling to him, trying to bring a rise out of him while simultaneously chasing after my own orgasm.

After a few more minutes of this delicious torture, my ears perk up, hearing my ringtone from the other room. Jasper rushes over and grabs onto it, answering the call only to hand it over to me, expecting me to answer. Really, Jasper? You want me to answer it now? Uuugh, fine!!

"Hello?"

"Hey cookie, whatcha up to?" Fuck. It's Peter.

"I'm… with Jasper." I say, doing my best to keep my composure.

"You're with J? Lemme talk to him, cookie." NOW? Really? God, I just wanna cuuummm.

Jasper grabs my arm and puts my phone up to his ear with my own hand, answering with full composure, nonchalantly with a friendly tone. As if he's not completely hilted inside of me. This is so unfair. (but I kind of love it…)

"Peter!" Jasper says, as if he was about to follow it up with a 'how the hell are ya?' Meanwhile, he grabs onto my ass with his free hand, bouncing me up and down slightly on his cock. As much as I try, I'm unable to hold back the moans and whimpers this causes me to make out loud.

"Hey, J, I got some unfinished business with cookie I need to see to. Mind if I swing by?" I think Peter knows.

"Sure thing, Pete. Just knock when you get here." He gives him the address of the cabin and hangs up the phone.

"You're inviting him here? With me like this?!" What the hell, Jasper?! Not cool!

"Absolutely. You look beautiful like this. Don't worry, I can still manage my duties as a host with you wrapped around me." He nuzzles into my neck with a casual, somewhat flirty grin.

"You won't be upset with Peter for seeing me like this?" I had to ask.

"Oh, I believe you and Peter have some kind of deal to reconcile before I can change you. Now's as good a time as any."

"He… can't. He wants my… pussy." I say with some hesitation. I think the word a lot, but I'm still not used to saying it out loud. A little silly, I know, given my current… situation. But the call has me all flustered and I'm not thinking straight. How could I? At a time like this?

"And…?"

"You're kind of using it for three days so… how will he collect on our agreement?"

"I can always switch to your hot little ass or your beautiful mouth. My cock will be inside you in one way or another." I guess I never thought of it that way. I suppose as long as Jasper's still involved, it'll make it easier for me to repay this stupid favor I promised Peter. Bonus… Peter is fucking hot. There are worse things I can think of than being the meat in the middle of a vampire cowboy sandwich. Fuck. Am I getting even wetter? I imagine Peter sliding inside my pussy while I wrap my lips around Jasper's cock as he thrusts into my throat and Peter hammers into me.. hnngh. Yeah. Okay. I can be fine with this.

Jasper kisses my forehead, which brings me a brief moment of comfort before he decides to lift my body up, teasing the head of his cock just barely prodding itself against my entrance before releasing his hold on me so that my own weight drops me onto his cock. He lifts and drops me like this repeatedly, impaling me with his stiffness and my grip around his neck weakens. Using his strength, he slides me up and down and I lose all control. My jaw drops and my mouth hangs open as I toss my head back and cry out:

"Oh fuck… Jasper… god, nnh that's so good."

"Perfect girl. Just enjoy it, baby." Jasper says, his eyes mesmerized by my tits, as I smile briefly, finally seeing him react more than just a little to my body as he fucks me like a sexdoll. He continues to fuck me hard, lifting and dropping me like I weigh nothing. Now that he's done tasking, it feels so fucking good to have his focus only on me. His throbbing cock churns and mixes up my guts as he thrusts relentlessly into me, mixing up his pace occasionally to carry me over to the kitchen counter, and then against a book case, over a table, against the walls… on the floor, fucking me on every surface imaginable all across the cabin. I lose track of how many orgasms he gifts me as he proceeds to claim me by carving the shape of his cock inside of me.

My whole body feels spent and I just need a fucking nap. With the travel and the one million orgasms Jasper has been dishing out like dollars at a strip club, I'm starting to wonder if this isn't some elaborate torture to punish me for running off before. I need to fucking sleep.

The last thing I hear before my brain finally succumbs to its need for rest is a dark chuckle and a knock on the door.