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Somehow, I made it through the rest of the day. Thoughts of Jasper obviously permeated my mind when my thirst became too much.

I had avoided lunch on the pretense that I still felt sick, so I didn’t notice Jasper was gone until after. I was in Spanish II with him, which is where I realized his absence.

So, instead of bumming a ride from Edward, I trekked home slowly…through the rain. Through the very cold, very wet rain. Actually, the cold rain felt remarkably warm against my skin, but my skin is ice. It reminded me of my shower that morning…

Quickly, I refocused my train of thought, thinking of the feel of my sodden and dragging clothes. Wet denim really is uncomfortable, especially if it’s soaked through.

The hem of my jeans made a soft schiff, schiff as I walked along the sidewalk. Traffic was very thin, even for a small town.

That’s why it surprised me when I heard a car slowing down on the road beside me.

“Son, what are you doing?” a quiet but stern voice asked. I used my peripheral vision to look over the squad car. The driver’s side window was rolled down and a dark-haired man was talking.

“Walking home, sir,” I replied without turning my head.

“Are you Whitaker?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m Chief Swan, Bella’s dad.”

I turned my head finally. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

“How far are you walking?”

“Um… Not too far. I live close to the edge of the reservation.”

“That’s too far for you to walk in the rain. Hop in.”

“I’m fine, sir.”

“I want to talk to you.” He stopped the cruiser.

“Yes, sir.”

I hopped in, still soaking wet.

“Bella has talked about you,” he said as he turned on the heater.

“All good things, I hope.”

He nodded. “She’s taken a shining to you.”

“She’s a nice girl, but we’re only friends,” I assured. “Besides, she’s with Edward and I’m with Jasper.” It’s amazing how I’m okay with people knowing…

“So you are…”

“Homosexual, yes. I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry for who I am.”

He actually smiled. It was a small smile, but still a smile from a serious man.

“Never be sorry for who you are.”

“I’m right here, sir.” I pointed to my driveway.

He didn’t say anything about the blue Impala in my driveway.

“Thank you for the ride, sir.”

“You’re all right, Whitaker,” he said as I stepped back into the rain.

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” I smiled and trotted back to my house.

Jasper was in the living room; I could smell his scent, though the stench of wet clothes was stronger. I didn’t stop to greet him. Instead, I made my way to my room, stripping the sopping cloth from my body.

I rolled the wet materials into a ball and tossed it into my hamper.

It was such a relief to be free of my clinging clothes, I lay face first across my bed without dressing in dry clothes. I ran my hand slowly over my jersey sheets. They felt so much softer than they ever had before my change. I sighed in contentment.

I felt hands at my ankles not a few minutes later. I took a deep breath to determine who it was: Jasper, though I should have known that. His hands began to knead at my calves. Slowly, he moved his fingers up my body.

I sighed again as he placed a chaste kiss in the small of my back. He continued to work up my body, using his mouth as well as his hands.

I shivered when he nipped at my ear. My body reacted pleasurably to his ministrations. I could feel the effect he was having on me pressing into the mattress.

“What’re you doing?” I murmured.

“Are you objecting?” His fingers ghosted over my ribs.

“No…”

“Mm-hmm. Thought so.”

“You’ve got to talk to Edward.”

“He’s not here yet.”

“Are you all right with him walking in on something?”

“Are you suggesting something other than a massage?”

My lower region twitched at the deep and rough tone of his voice.

I swallowed thickly before I answered, “That depends… Are you offering?”

He growled and flipped me in one swift move, taking my lips in a devouring kiss.

“I’m doing more than offering,” he rumbled against my lips. He captured my replying moan with his mouth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, but he resisted. Instead, he separated our lips and kissed down the column of my neck. I turned my head to give him better access because it felt so good.

He nipped at my sternum and moved lower, grazing his teeth over my sensitive granite skin every so often.

I shivered as his sweet breath fanned over me. It smelled minty…like toothpaste.

“Did you brush your teeth?” I asked.

He grinned up at me. “No; there’s no reason to.”

“Your breath smells minty.”

A sheepish look crossed his face. “Mouthwash,” he mumbled.

I sat up and kissed him gently. “It smells good…”

“I just wanted you to—”

“…but I like your scent better.” I buried my nose in the crook of his neck and hugged him. I really do like how he smells… It’s like that Axe Dark Temptation, only better. I giggled at myself.

“What?” he asked. He sounded hurt.

“Nothing,” I laughed into his shoulder.

“I thanked you and now you’re laughing at me.”

“No, no. I didn’t hear you. I was laughing at myself.”

“And why is that?”

“I was thinking about your scent.”

“Uh-huh…”

“You know that Axe Dark Temptation? The chocolate one?”

“Yeah…?”

“You smell like that, only better.”

“And that’s funny…how?”

I leaned back and frowned slightly. “I don’t know. It just was.”

“You’re so cute when you’re confused.”

“Cute? I’m not cute,” I said with mock indignity. “I’m downright sexy.”

“Damn straight,” he replied, leaning in to kiss me. I responded wholeheartedly, tugging his shirt off in the process. “Now…where were we?”

“I’m not sure… You’ll have to remind me.”

He grinned devilishly. “My pleasure.” He pushed my shoulders back so I was lying flat again. “Don’t move,” he growled, placing a hand on my stomach to hold me down. “Close your eyes.”

I complied, excited to see this side of Jasper; I relaxed under his gentle touch. I could feel his breath over my lower region, a mixture of cool and warm air. His mouth was close to my erection, but not touching; it was driving me insane.

“Jasper,” I begged. “Treasure, please.”

“What do you want, love?”

I whimpered with need, my usually somewhat logical mind overridden with lust.

He kissed the tip of my erection, just a gentle brush of his lips. My hips bucked of their own accord.

“I thought I told you not to move,” he murmured, kissing my hip.

“Sorry,” I managed to gasp.

“No you’re not.” He nipped my opposite hipbone.

“Yes—” My words were cut off by a scream of pleasure as he took in my entire length. I could feel myself push past the back of his throat. He swallowed and I almost screamed again. Instead, I moaned loudly. Holy Guacamole! That felt good! Indescribable!

Too soon, he pulled away. I felt a growl of displeasure rumble through my chest. He only chuckled, kissing away the frown that had formed on my brow.

“I’m not done yet, love,” he purred. “I’m going to ride you.”

The lust I was feeling flared exponentially.

“Then hop on, cowboy,” I rasped, my voice unnaturally low.

He smirked and stood, taking a step back from the bed.

“Where’re you going?”

“Don’t worry. I’m still taking that ride. I just need the proper…attire.” He dropped his pants and straddled my waist.

“Commando?”

“Underwear gets in the way.”

I kissed him hungrily. “That’s sexy.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he replied, holding his hips above my erection. I moaned as he seated himself slowly. It felt so good…so tight…

Why am I always so incoherent and ineloquent during sex? I pushed the thought away for later, wanting to focus on the pleasure I was feeling. Ah… That’s why: pleasure.

Jasper’s buttocks touched the top of my thighs. I looked up at the groan that escaped his lips as he began impaling himself on me repeatedly. His eyes were closed and his head was bowed. I let my gaze drift over his pleasure-filled features. He was truly beautiful, my treasure. His golden hair was wild from when I ran my hands through it. His mouth was open in a slight pant, which caused me to smile.

He was my beautiful, scarred, and priceless treasure, and I loved him with all my heart. The now familiar warmth of love rushed through me, love for this wonderful, tortured man.

His darkened gold eyes were clouded with lust and pleasure when he opened them. He looked down at me in surprise, momentarily pausing the undulation of his hips.

I ran my hands up his arms, silently asking what was wrong.

“You love me,” he whispered, sounding awed at his own words.

“Always.” Finally, he believed it.

“You love me…” His voice was stronger, yet softer.

“I love you,” I agreed, trying to send him as much love as I felt for him. I knew he could feel it, but I wanted to make my feelings as strong as possible.

His eyes cleared and they were shining with happiness. “Your love is so warm…and soft. It wraps like a blanket around me. I feel…safe. It’s so different than what I felt from Alice.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hers was always stifling and suffocating. But you…”

“I’ll always be here for you, Jasper.” I sat up as best I could and kissed him gently, murmuring, “My treasure.”

“Whitaker, I… I’ve never…felt…” I moved my lips against his in a slow kiss, one that he readily returned.

“Me either.” I kissed his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I love being with you like this. You’re so beautiful when you’re in ecstasy.” I felt a wave of emotion wash over me. It was like a gentle tide sucking me in, inviting me to feel its caress. There was immense gratitude and unconditional love. They swirled around me so strongly, there was almost a whirlpool of warm colors.

I felt another wave, though this one was different. It was all-encompassing pleasure. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I threw it back from the overwhelming sensation.

“So are you,” he whispered, kissing my neck. He began moving his hips again as he sucked on my nonexistent pulse point. He began pulling his emotions back into himself.

“No, don’t,” I whimpered, grabbing his arm even though he wasn’t moving anywhere.

“What?”

“I like knowing what you’re feeling. You don’t have to hide from me.”

He smiled at me, then, an ear-splitting grin that took my breath away…if I needed to breathe, that is.

His emotions reached back out to me. His happiness touched my soul, caressing it like a simple touch from a lover or very dear friend. It caused me to grin like an idiot; I had never seen (or felt) him so happy.

Laced in his soft happiness was the large blanket of love, soothing contentment, and small amounts of metallic worry, underlying sorrow, and bitter regret. There was something else…but he was holding it back.

“What are you holding back?” I questioned.

He bit his lip before leaning forward to kiss me. That was when he let go.

It hit me like a wall of mixed passion and pleasure. His passion was like a flame burning within me, while the pleasure sent almost painful electric shocks to each and every part of my body. It was so overpowering that, when he moved his hips up and down once more, I came.

“Jasper!” I cried out in absolute ecstasy. I lay with my eyes closed, ashamed that I had finished so quickly.

I felt a hand on my cheek.

“What is it, love?” he murmured, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I opened my eyes to see his worried face. “Why do you feel ashamed?”

I grinned sheepishly. “It was so strong that I…couldn’t…last,” I whispered.
His face relaxed visibly. “I thought I had done something…”
“No! I could never be ashamed of you.” I kissed him gently, reaching my hand down to his still hard erection. I stroked him quickly, bringing him to a climax that rivaled my own.

He slumped against me momentarily before standing, disconnecting our bodies. The lost connection inexplicably saddened me.

Jasper returned with a warm washcloth and lovingly washed his release from my chest. He kissed my forehead and returned to the bathroom.

I know, I know, a kind of anticlimatic end for a chapter, but... Well, it ended there. :P
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