A/N: You know what I hate? When you read a fanfiction that you're really enjoying, and then you discover it's incomplete and hasn't been updated since 2015!

I know life happens. The muse leaves and you suffer horrible writer's block. Or real life takes over and suddenly your hobby doesn't mean as much anymore. As a writer, I get it. As a reader, it's so frustrating!

Okay, rant over.

Enjoy this unplanned update and a promise that I will always do my very best to finish whatever story I'm writing. :)

– Bella's POV –

Another hour passed in the truck and I was beginning to feel restless. My breasts ached and I knew it was almost time to pump again. I figured it wouldn't hurt to do it in the truck, it's not like I'm going anywhere, and nobody could see inside with the blacked-out windows.

"How about we stop fer the night, Darlin'?" Jasper suggested. "I can hear yer belly grumblin' and ya seem to be in pain . . ."

I sighed. "I need to pump."

His eyes shifted from the road to my breasts. "We need to stop fer the night," he said, leaving no room for arguments.

Before we found a hotel, we stopped off at a grocery store so I could eat. With my change in diet, eating out was difficult. Not impossible, just difficult when I don't know the town we're in or where to go. It was easier to buy what I wanted from the store. Nicer, too. I think.

I picked up a large pre-made salad bowl. Two avocadoes, a tub of baby tomatoes, a small cucumber, and two apples. They had small tubs of hummus, I grabbed a couple of those, and some fresh-cut assorted fruits.

Veggies and hummus would be a great snack for tomorrow's journey. Or an apple. Or even the second avocado and tomatoes.

I grabbed a jar of peanut butter. A bag of trail mix. And a few protein bars.

For tonight, I picked up a can of vegetable soup to go with my salad. As well as a packet of pita bread. I could stuff that full of greens, tomatoes, cucumber, and avocado.

Delish!

Once I had everything I wanted, we headed back to the truck. It was so much more satisfying to buy food at the grocery store than order takeout. Not as easy, obviously, but so much tastier.

Half an hour later, Jasper pulled into the parking lot of The Hotel Elliot. I googled Astoria, Oregon on my phone and the pictures were beautiful. If we weren't on the run, I'd consider staying a few days to explore.

"We can always come back, Darlin'." Jasper smiled.

Once we were parked, he grabbed our bags and led me into the hotel. It was lovely inside. A boutique style. Decorated in deep reds, golds, browns, and beige. With a fire roaring and comfortable seats for guests to enjoy. There was a wine bar, breakfast area, small gym, and a rooftop garden.

Hmm. Maybe we will have to come back here.

I moseyed around the lobby while Jasper booked us into a room. With the way the woman behind the counter was ogling my mate, I figured it was better to keep my distance lest I rip out her eyelash extensions.

"Ready, babe?"

I turned to see Jasper smirking at me, and the woman behind the counter glaring with narrowed eyes and a haughty expression.

What the hell crawled up her ass and died?

I went to Jasper's side, enjoying the way he wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my temple.

A moment later, a young man appeared. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, nineteen maybe. He had dark brown hair and was tall and lanky, but still handsome.

"Hello, Sir," he nodded to Jasper, "ma'am," and did the same to me. "Welcome to The Elliot. I'm Bartholomew. If you'd like to follow me, I'll take you straight up to your room."

Bartholomew took our bags and scurried away. Jasper and I followed him to the Presidential Suite.

The Presidential Suite. Really?

Bartholomew let us inside, placed our bags into the Master bedroom, and then disappeared with a generous tip from my mate.

As soon as the door was closed and locked, Jasper had me against the wall, his lips on mine in a searing, passionate kiss that made my toes curl and my body ache for him.

Damn. This man can kiss!

"The Presidential Suite?" I asked as he kissed his way down my throat. "Really? Is that necessary?"

He lifted his head from my throat and grinned. "I am a man who enjoys the finer things in life, Isabella." He told me as he pulled the zipper of my dress down. "And only the best is acceptable fer my beautiful mate."

There was part of me that wanted to object. But, the darker part of me relished in the thought of all he could provide for us.

Who am I to say no if my mate wishes to spoil me?

– XOXO –

Jasper spent an obscene amount of time worshiping my breasts. We didn't even make it to the bedroom before his lips latched onto my nipple and he began to suckle.

My God, it felt good.

When it became clear my belly would not be ignored any longer, he relented, but he refused to allow me to get dressed.

I was fine with that; I don't mind being naked with him.

His hands never left my body as I made my dinner. He was insatiable. Touching. Caressing. Licking every inch of my skin. When his fingers grazed my slit, I almost chopped off my finger. Luckily, my mate has excellent reflexes.

Little tips ladies: oral sex and chopping a tomato do not mix.

He barely had the patience to wait until I was finished eating before his lips were back on my breast.

We spent the whole night pleasuring each other without having sex. Though, I can't say I didn't enjoy it. Feeling his tongue swirling around my clit as his fingers massaged my breasts was the best feeling in the world and I came apart on his magnificent tongue again and again.

As much as I enjoyed it, and believe me, I enjoyed it, it was a little disconcerting.

Not the oral sex. That part was fantastic! But his obsession with my breasts and the golden liquid coming from them was starting to worry me. He calls it his Nectar. But what is it exactly? Vampires don't consume anything but blood. So, how is he able to drink from me? And why is it causing such extreme arousal in him?

As soon as I mentioned pumping, his plans changed and we were in a hotel room. I was happy to use my breast pump, but he insisted there was no need. He wanted to drink from me. The moment he began to drink, his cock hardened! Is that normal? I'm pretty sure none of this is normal vampire behavior!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I love all the attention and pleasure it brings me. But, also, what the hell is happening to my mate?

– XOXO –

The day after checking into The Hotel Elliot, we checked out and were on the road by seven am.

Yep.

Seven a.m.

I know we're on the run, but sheesh, a girls gotta sleep!

After spending most of the night lost in each other's pleasure, seven am was a tad too early for this human.

"I'm sorry, baby." He kissed my lips as he helped me into the truck. "You can sleep while I drive."

At some point—must've been last night while I was in the grocery store—he purchased a pillow and thick blanket. Thankfully, his truck was reasonably comfortable. It wasn't a soft, cozy bed. But it would do.

While I snuggled up, my head in his lap, he fired up the truck and pointed us toward the nearest highway.

The next time I opened my eyes the clock on the dashboard told me it was almost ten am. My neck was stiff, my breasts ached, and my back hurt.

"Good mornin', Darlin'."

I grumbled and sat up, squinting against the bright sunshine.

If you haven't noticed, I'm not a morning person.

"How'd you sleep?"

I grumbled and rubbed my eyes.

I needed to pee.

"Coffee," I demanded. "Starbucks," I told him. "That way." I pointed.

He laughed but, thankfully, we were only a few miles from the next rest stop, which just so happened to have a Starbucks.

I was bouncing in my seat when he pulled into the parking lot. I didn't wait for him to turn off the truck before I was out and across the road.

I headed straight for the bathroom.

Once I'd done my business, I freshened up. I splashed some water on my face and brushed my teeth with the travel-sized toothbrush and toothpaste I'd bought yesterday.

All clean and minty, I fixed my hair. It didn't look too bad. I threw it up into a messy bun and that was that.

I was still wearing yesterday's outfit. Though, that wasn't a big deal. It's not like it was dirty. I was just sitting in the truck, after all.

I swiped on a little ChapStick and I was ready to go.

Feeling refreshed and normal again, I headed for the register. I ordered a Starbucks Reserve Dark Chocolate Mocha, with two shots of Expresso. Rolled & Steel cut oatmeal with brown sugar, blueberries, and a nut medley. I had it with Almond milk instead of cow's milk. And an everything bagel with cream cheese.

Let's hope Jasper doesn't mind me eating in his truck. Edward used to hate watching me eat. Though, I guess I wouldn't want to watch him chow down on a mountain lion, either.

"Feel better?" Jasper asked, smiling brightly as I slid back into the truck, placing my coffee in the cupholder.

"Mm. Much." I sighed as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to my lips. "I don't travel well . . ." I admitted.

He kissed me again. "I hadn't noticed."

"Liar." I laughed.

He kissed me again, not seeming at all bothered by my . . . humanness.

Humanness? Is that a word? Hmm . . . Humanness . . . doesn't sound right . . . My human . . . tendencies? . . . My . . . humanity! That's it.

Sorry.

It's way too early for this shit.

As Jasper drove, I ate my breakfast. It was pretty good, too. The oatmeal was hot and fluffy. The bagel was toasted and . . . bageley . . .

Okay. I'm going to shut up now.

– XOXO –

While I was sleeping Jasper drove through Portland, Salem, and was just approaching Eugene, Oregon.

I still had no idea where we were going. Though it didn't make much difference to me as long as we weren't being followed.

Jasper and I talked about that yesterday. We weren't sure if the shifters or Charlie were following us. And we had no way of knowing one way or another. But, like magic, as soon as we began to wonder, Peter called! They'd timed it just right, so that while Jasper and I were in Astoria, Oregon, checking in at The Hotel Eliot, my truck was in an accident in Tacoma, Washington. Both locations were about the same distance apart, so it was plausible that I'd driven to Tacoma to go down to Jacksonville.

Plus, the police who were investigating my death, had video footage of me driving my truck out of Forks and on the roads to Tacoma! I'm not sure how they pulled that off, but according to Pete, neither the shifters nor Charlie are sure if I'm alive or dead!

Sadly, my beast of a truck didn't make it. I didn't ask for too many details. Peter promised nobody else was hurt in the accident. And, as my truck was so old and had, apparently been tampered with, it exploded on impact and my body was burnt beyond recognition! They had to identify me through my dental records.

I'm not sure who's helping Peter or how they managed to pull off such an elaborate death, I'm just thankful they did and nobody's asking questions! So, Bella Swan is officially dead! Which means, Charlie can't put out an Amber Alert for his missing seventeen-year-old or use police resources to find me!

We aren't sure what's going to happen next with the shifters. It all depends on how desperate they are to initiate me into their pack, and if they believe I'm dead.

Peter says Forks is in mourning for the Chief's daughter, and he's having to play the grieving father. But that doesn't mean the supernatural element—AKA the shifters—believe my death was real. They know I'm close with the Cullen Coven, there's still a chance they'll question my death and come looking for me. Hopefully, by the time that happens, Jasper and I will be long gone!

For now, it at least looked like nobody was following us. But Jasper wasn't going to relax and drop his guard anytime soon. That was fine by me. I'd rather not be caught unaware!

After driving through Eugene, Jasper began heading east toward Boise, Idaho.

After I'd eaten my breakfast and enjoyed my coffee, I took care of another need. Jasper wasn't fond of my breast pump, but it was necessary. We couldn't stop every few hours just so he could drink from me. He squirmed and growled the whole time. I could see and feel his arousal as my breast pump worked. I tried to distract him but he was far too focused on my breasts to care what we were talking about.

Though it was amusing, it was also worrying.

"Okay. Start talking. What's going on with you and whatever is coming out of my tits?" I asked as he licked his lips and palmed his erection through his jeans.

"Huh?" He looked at me. "What?"

"This." I indicated his erection. "You're aroused and salivating . . ."

"I . . . uh . . . I can't . . ." He groaned. "I need . . ."

Without another word, he pulled off on the side of the road, hit the hazard lights, and yanked me onto his lap. Before I could even blink, he had my dress around my waist, my pump removed, and his lips were on my nipple, suckling and groaning.

The pleasure he felt, the pleasure he ignited in me, took over as he drank from me. I was still worried, but the moment his lips were on my breasts and his hands were on my body, nothing else mattered but him and the pleasure.

– XOXO –

"That's not normal, right?" I asked, leaning into him as we basked in the afterglow of bliss.

God, it felt so fuckin' good.

I couldn't bear to separate from him again. I wanted, more than anything, to feel him inside of me. To feel him cum inside of me as he drinks. Having his seed on my skin was one thing, but I wanted to feel it inside of me. To be truly marked by him. Claimed by him.

"No. That's not normal," he said softly. "Whatever yer producin', Darlin', it ain't milk."

I already knew that. I've known that for months now!

I leaned back so that I could look at him. His eyes were on the container my liquid was pumped into. I followed his eyes and stared at the container in shock.

"Is that . . ."

"Yes." He nodded staring in horror. "I think it's time we call Carlisle."