Marked Chapter 15 - You Were Meant For Me

JPOV

"Hey J, you got a minute?"

I looked up from what I was doing to see Mike standing in my doorway. "Yeah, man, what's up?"

He closed the door behind him and walked to my desk, taking a seat without being asked to. He watched me for a moment, grabbing the baseball – which had been signed by Manny Ramírez - that was perched on the corner. It had been a gift from Eric a few years back; he'd found it on eBay and thought I might appreciate it. Mike tossed it lightly from hand to hand as I waited for him to come out with whatever was on his mind.

He tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he narrowed his eyes speculatively. "So, how was your weekend?"

I rolled my eyes at him even as I felt the blush creep up my cheeks, causing the fucker to chuckle.

"Yeah, thought so. Thanks for leaving us hanging, by the way. You could've at least said you two were heading out."

I sat back in my chair, my fingers tugging at my hair as I sighed. I didn't feel particularly apologetic, and judging by the smug look on his face, Mike knew it. He placed the baseball back in its spot before leaning on the edge of the desk, his eyes intent on mine. "So...that was Edward, huh? Nice to finally meet him."

My lips twitched, though I wasn't sure whether I wanted to smile or grimace at that point. I hadn't said a word yet, knowing that Mike would have more to say, and I wanted to know where he was going before opening my mouth.

"He seems like he's really into you."

He watched me carefully for a reaction, and I did my best to keep from giving one, even though hearing him say that gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. His eyes narrowed briefly as he sat back in the chair.

"You two look good together."

I raised an eyebrow at him, and I could feel the corner of my lips pull up in a smirk. I couldn't recall ever hearing Mike say something like that to me before. He heaved a sigh, running his fingers through his hair as he frowned at me.

"Jasper...when were you planning on letting us get to know him? You can't hide him away forever, you know. He seems important to you. You're my best friend, J. That means I care about what's going on with you – and that I'd like the chance to get to know someone you care a lot about."

I bit my lip as we sat watching each other for a moment. I could feel the heat rising on my cheeks – he was right, in a way; I had been hiding Edward, and I just got called on it – again. Grabbing my pencil, I began to draw, just to have something to do with my hands. My eyes kept going to Mike, though, who sat quietly, waiting for an answer – one I wasn't sure I had to offer.

"Jasper..."

The tone in Mike's voice caused me to put my pencil down and look up at him. He leaned forward again, clasping his hands in front of him as he rested them on the desk, his eyes intent on mine.

"You know I'm here for you, right?"

I nodded, sitting back in my chair as I ran my fingers through my hair with a slight huff. "Yeah, I know, Mike."

"What happened with Paul...it won't happen again. You're not the same guy you were back then, Jasper. And you've got us now." When I didn't say anything, he continued with a sigh. "What I'm trying to say is...I hope you'll let this guy in, J. Edward...he seems like he's an okay guy, far as I can tell. Don't shut him out."

I groaned, running my hands over my face a few times before looking at Mike again. "I'm..." I wasn't even sure what I wanted to say, how to respond.

He sighed, glancing down at his hands briefly before his eyes found mine again, a look of concern in them as he said, "Jasper, I gotta tell ya, man... This one...he seems different. You're different. I've never seen you act like this before, the way you were Friday. It was...it was good, to see you like that. About time, too."

I frowned at him. "Like what, Mike?"

He gave me a crooked smile. "Happy, Jasper. You looked happy, and you were just...I don't know...different, I guess."

I couldn't help the smile that crept on my lips at his words, even if it also made something twinge in me – but I didn't know what. Never before had Mike said something like this to me, not with any of the guys that had been around prior to Edward. I wasn't sure how it made me feel, though I did know one thing: if Mike was seeing these things, then maybe...just maybe...this was different.

I frowned as I shifted, leaning forward to mimic his posture as I rested my elbows on my desk. Mike had always been there for me over the years, and he was right in that I couldn't hide Edward away forever. And I found myself not wanting to anymore. I wanted him to get to know Edward – I needed to have him see, so I could be sure...

Clearing my throat, I felt my brow crease slightly as I tried to figure out what to do. Finally, I said, "Hey...do you think...maybe...would you and Jess like to go out Friday night?"

Mike raised his eyebrows in surprise, but before he could respond, I added quickly, "With me...and Edward?"

He grinned as he sat back in his chair, leaning to the side a bit so he could rest his arm along the back of it. "J, that sounds like a great idea. I'll check with Jess to make sure she isn't working, but aside from that, you're on."

I mustered up as much of a smile as I could, feeling a little unsettled. I was surprised to realize that I was actually excited - I was looking forward to spending some time with both Edward and Mike. They'd seemed to get along on Friday, so I wasn't too worried about how the evening would go. My smile became more genuine, and I didn't even mind the smirk Mike gave me when he saw it.

He sat in my office for a few more minutes, but he thankfully changed the subject. We talked a little about some projects we had coming up, and he reminded me that the next trip was mine - I owed him after he took the Denver trip.

I groaned and sat back with a sigh, running my fingers through my hair. The mention of the trip reminded me of the one I was possibly taking with Edward. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to decide if I should bring it up - did I even really want to go?

"Spill it, J."

At the sound of Mike's voice, I glanced up in surprise. I had started sketching again without being aware of it, and Edward's lips were now in the middle of the page, letting me know I'd spent way too long in silence. My eyes widened as I sat forward, resting my forearm over the picture.

Jesus fucking Christ, Whitlock...

Filling pages with his eyes was bad enough, but his lips? I shook my head in an attempt to clear it. "Sorry, what?"

Mike frowned at me, tilting his head even as I saw his eyes flicker to my pad. "I said, spill it. Something's on your mind, so out with it."

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair as I decided to do just that. "I was thinking about our schedule for next week?"

He leaned forward again, giving me a curious look, but before he could say anything, I asked whether or not it was possible for me to take off for a week. Mike stared at me for a moment - I hardly ever asked for time off like this, especially not on such short notice. Normally, I planned things well in advance, and he knew it.

"J, is everything okay back home?"

I grimaced, beginning to regret bringing this up. "Yeah, the family's fine, Mike."

Sitting back in his chair, he continued to watch me. "You sure? You know that if there is anything, we'll figure something out, but right now is not a good time to be taking off, J - not with the trip to D.C. coming up."

I ran my hands over my face a few times, leaning back into my chair as well, sighing. "Yeah...forget I said anything, Mike..."

After making sure everything was alright - to the point where I almost wanted to smack him - he finally left my office, and I was able to take a few minutes to myself. I felt both irritated and relieved that I wasn't able to go with Edward, and that was a thought that gave me pause, making me wonder why that was. Why was I even trying to go on a trip with him? He said he was going to visit family as well as to work, so...

A glance at the clock told me that it was almost lunchtime. I decided to grab myself a sandwich, so I told Felix I was taking an early lunch and went down to the corner deli. After ordering a roast beef on rye to go, as well as a cup of coffee, I went back to my office. Part of me had wanted to be outside for a while, but I wanted to call Edward about the trip as well as the weekend, and that wasn't a conversation I felt good about making in public. It wasn't anyone's business, after all.

Polishing off the food quickly, I called Edward. I smiled when he answered on the second ring.

He sounded happy, and I could almost hear the smile in his voice as he greeted me. "Hey Jazz, what's up?"

"Not much, darlin'. Umm...was actually calling to let you know I talked to Mike about next week, and...I'm sorry. I have a trip coming up myself in a couple of weeks, and we need to get a lot done before I have to go, so..."

"Oh...it's okay, baby...I understand." I could hear the disappointment and sadness in his voice, even as he added, "Thank you for trying, though. I'll miss you."

I hated knowing that my not coming along had caused him to feel that. I wanted to do something to lift his spirits again, so I said, "That wasn't the only reason I called, though."

The curiosity was evident in his "Oh?" and I couldn't help but smile. I was certain he'd say yes, and that he would like the idea of a double date.

"Yeah, was wondering...how would you feel about going out on Friday? Dinner? Maybe a movie or something? I thought we could..." I paused, biting my lip as I felt nerves flutter in my stomach. Feeling ridiculous, I continued, "Go on a double date with Mike and Jess? Hang out together?"

Silence.

I was beginning to worry when I heard him give a breathy chuckle. "A double date? Yeah, sure. What time?"

I told him I'd pick him up around six, and that he didn't need to dress up, as the restaurant wasn't fancy. I wanted to go to Aro's, though I didn't tell him that because I wanted to keep him guessing. We chatted for a while, and I thanked him again for the weekend and reminded him that Saturday morning was another pottery class with Emily. I asked him if he was sure he wanted to keep taking them, and he sighed. I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, "Of course I am, Jazz. How could I resist time with Emily...and of course you and that damn clay?"

I chuckled, shifting in my seat as I imagined seeing him so absorbed in that studio again. After a few more minutes, though, I had to get back to work. He told me he would be holed up in the darkroom most of the week, as Kate had needed help again with a shoot, but he assured me he would be done, ready, and waiting by six on Friday.

I spent the rest of my day working on the project for the D.C. trip. As I was heading out for the day, Mike stopped me to let me know that Jess should be off on Friday night, so we were good to go. I called Aro's as I was walking to my car to make reservations for Friday night - he was happy to hear we'd be stopping by and was curious about who I was bringing along. I didn't tell him, though. In truth, I wasn't sure what to say, or how to classify Edward. Sure, he would be my date, but I was beginning to realize he was much more than just that...a thought that, frankly, unnerved me a little. It was one I didn't quite know what to do with, so I pushed it away for the time being.

The rest of the week consisted of meetings with Ben and Bree, a few conference calls to Sanders & Sons in D.C. as we got everything in order for them, and a lot of coding and organizing.

The only thing of note that happened that week that wasn't work related was Ben coming up to me on Wednesday morning, looking dead on his feet. When I asked him if he was okay, he groaned and said that Bella had been crying most of the night for the past couple of nights. Angela had tried to handle it on her own so he could sleep since he had to work, but she had been in dire need of sleep herself, so he had taken over. They had tried everything and were at their wits' end. Not even singing Bella Beatles songs seemed to be working.

"Strange, wonder why she's not responding to that anymore. It seemed to work fine for Edward. Then again, she settled down very easily for him, anyway..."

Ben asked if he had done anything special, but when I told him I had no idea, he looked almost defeated. I wrote Edward's number down on a piece of paper and handed it to him, taking pity on him as I told him to call and ask Edward himself. I doubted it would do any good, but it was worth a shot. Ben gave me a thankful smile that crumpled into a yawn as he went back to work.

By the time Friday came along, I was more than ready for it to be five o'clock so I could leave and get ready for our date. Mike had confirmed that he and Jess would be at Aro's at six-thirty, and after checking that everything was done for the day, I finally made my way home. Thankfully, I had opted to dress for casual Friday again, so I only needed to freshen up a bit before running out the door. Before leaving for work, I had packed a small bag with all the clothes I had somehow ended up borrowing from Edward over the past few weeks. The bag also held a few of my own clothes, though I hadn't added them until the last minute. I wasn't sure how I felt about the thought of staying over again - or rather, of assuming I was - and I didn't know how to ask him.

Another thing I had made sure to pack was a spare helmet, as well as the cover for my bike. I had checked the weather reports to make sure it would be fine to drive, but there had been a warning for possible rain on Saturday, so I figured I'd better be sure. I wanted to go on my bike, though; the idea of having Edward sitting behind me was too tempting, and I had wondered why I hadn't taken him for a ride before - well, not this kind of ride, anyway.

After securing everything on the motorcycle, I hopped on and made my way over to Edward's place, enjoying the nice weather. I knew that this would likely be one of the last times I'd be able to go for a ride this year, and I wanted to make the most of it. I pulled up to the curb and got off, grinning as I pulled out the extra helmet after taking off my own helmet and hooking it on my arm. My smile faded only slightly as I grabbed the bag of clothes and walked up to the door.

Edward opened the door within seconds of my ringing the bell, causing me to chuckle. His eyes darkened and widened a little as he saw I was wearing my leather jacket and was carrying the helmets. I heard him mutter, "Fuck. Me," as he grabbed my collar and pulled me to him, kissing me hungrily. He pulled away when I awkwardly tried to put my arms around him - easier said than done, considering I had two helmets on one arm, and a bag on the other.

He gave me a puzzled look as he noticed the bag, making me blush a little as I said that I figured I should give him his clothes back at some point. He grinned, shaking his head as he took the bag from me and went inside, putting it on the bench by the door. He turned to look at me and nodded at the helmets with an excited grin. "Is one of those for me?"

Flashing him a crooked grin of my own, I stepped up to him, holding out the spare helmet. "Yup. See which one fits you better. You have a leather jacket, right?"

He took the helmet from me and put it on. "Yeah, I do."

I helped him adjust the straps, making sure it fit right and was secure. He chuckled at my fussing, but I just shrugged and told him to deal with it and grab his jacket. The helmet seemed to fit him, so he didn't see the need to try on the other one. I went back to my bike and started it up while I waited for him to lock the house and put his jacket on. My eyes were on him even as I put my own helmet on, and I moaned softly at the sight of Edward wearing a leather jacket and dark blue jeans. He flashed me a quick grin before taking a seat behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I placed my hand over his briefly and I felt him tighten his grip a little in response, making me smile. The feeling of his body pressed so close to mine combined with the bike's vibrations as I straddled it excited me. It seemed natural for him to be there, even more so than when Emily rode with me. After giving his hand one more squeeze, I smiled and took off, enjoying the hell out of the all-too-short ride to Aro's. I had half a mind to just keep riding, but I knew that Edward had been looking forward to tonight - and, in truth, so had I.

When we got to Aro's, I was grateful that we'd taken the bike, as parking was scarce for cars, but I was able to find a spot close to the restaurant. Edward climbed off the bike, taking the helmet off and revealing a huge grin, bright green eyes that held excitement, and hair that stood every which way. I laughed and shook my head, taking my own helmet off and putting it in one of the bags on my bike. I took Edward's, putting it in the other bag before straightening up, running my fingers through my hair with a grin. He rolled his eyes at me even as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Returning it tenderly, I let my fingers run through his hair in an attempt to tame it - a little, at least.

He pulled away with a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he said, "Futile effort there, cowboy; might as well give it up."

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, grinning slightly. "Cowboy, huh?"

He smirked, nodding as he slipped his hands under my jacket and hooked his thumbs through my belt loops. "Yep. My very own Texas cowboy, steel horse 'n all."

I brushed my lips against his, murmuring, "If you say so...doc..."

He kissed me back, his whole face alight with his smile, and I couldn't help but smile in return. His happiness was infectious, and I let myself bask in it for a while as I tried to push away thoughts of him being gone for a week. I threaded my fingers through his, tugging lightly on his hand as I led us into the restaurant.

As soon as we were inside, Aro descended upon us with his usual vigor. He embraced me, letting me know that Mike and Jess were already at our table before focusing his attention on Edward. I grinned as I turned to him. "Edward, this is Aro, he owns this place...best restaurant in Boston."

My eyes cut to Aro, who was watching us appraisingly. "Aro, this is...Edward."

I watched with amusement as Edward held out his hand to Aro in greeting, only to find himself in an embrace of his own as Aro clapped him on the back. He said that any friend of mine would always be welcome at his establishment, and that he was pleased to finally meet him. Edward's eyes were wide and dancing as he gave the man a brief hug in return - I shrugged, not sure what to say; I'd never really brought anyone here on a date before, nor had I told Aro about Edward.

Aro ushered us to our table, telling me that Gianna would be with us with my usual order. He glanced at Edward, who looked lost, so I held up two fingers, indicating that he would have the same. I knew Edward loved Sam Adams, so I felt comfortable enough to make that assumption.

Mike and Jess were chatting as we approached the table, both of them looking up as I said, "Mike, Jess...started without us, I see?" I nodded to their half-finished glasses of beer.

"Hey! There you are, J!" Jessica hopped up and wrapped me in a big hug, patting my back. I could tell from the way her head was angled that she was checking out Edward, and I caught her whispered, "Damn."

I chuckled and squeezed her tight before letting her go with a quiet, "Behave." With a wink, I raised my voice and said, "Edward, you already know Mike...and this beauty is Jessica."

She cut her eyes to me, her cheeks flushing as her eyes brightened happily. I didn't hold her attention for long, though. "So good to finally meet you!" she said, hugging Edward and kissing his cheek. I felt the grin on my face as I watched his eyes widen when she wiped away the lipstick she'd left behind.

He caught my eye and smirked when he'd gotten over the initial shock. As soon as she stepped away, he reached up and surreptitiously wiped his cheek with the back of his hand before reaching out to shake Mike's hand.

Bet he doesn't have to do that shit too often...

Thank God.

As I listened to Jessica launch into full-on chatter mode, I unzipped my jacket. Edward stepped behind me, his hands going to my shoulders as he helped me pull it off, and I felt a faint flush of embarrassment before I decided to go with it. It was just so...him. He liked to help me, to show affection that way, and I wasn't going to stop him now simply because Mike and Jessica were there.

Of course, one look at the smirk on Mike's face when I helped Edward with his coat made me wonder if maybe I'd made the wrong choice.

Nah, fuck him.

It wasn't hard to remember that it was Edward I hoped to be going home with - not Mike - so I relaxed as we took our seats and began talking. Well, more accurately, we were listening as Jessica told us about her latest trips. Edward picked up the menu and began reading, but I already knew what I'd be ordering, so I turned my attention to Jess.

I listened to her with a small smile as my hand went to Edward's thigh, kneading it lightly. Before long, Gianna appeared with our drinks, a huge salad with plates, and a basket of bread sticks. I took her hand, kissing the back as I thanked her. She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear with a smile. I saw her curious eyes flicker to Edward and cleared my throat. "Darlin', I'd like you to meet Edward, my...date."

I felt a stirring of panic as I tried to figure out exactly what I should call him, but I hoped no one else noticed my little pause.

When I glanced at Edward, he was just smiling happily as he held out his hand to shake Gianna's. I completed the introductions, still feeling off balance until Edward's warm hand was on my knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles.

She asked if we were ready, and I shot Edward a questioning look - I knew the others would be all set. At his nod, I said, "I think we're ready," and motioned for Jessica to go first.

"I'll have the pumpkin tortellini," she said with a winning smile as she handed her menu - still closed and unused - to Gianna. Mike ordered cheese ravioli, to much teasing from Jess about his being a child.

When Gianna got around to Edward, he said, "I think I'll have the linguine ai frutti di mare con fra diavolo."

My eyes widened a bit at the way his voice wrapped around the words, and I shifted in my seat while I placed my own order for lobster ravioli.

"That sounds pretty damn good," Edward said, squeezing my knee before his hand trailed up my thigh as he leaned closer. "You know you have to share, right?"

I snickered, trying to ignore the heat of his palm on my inner thigh. "That won't be a problem."

"So, Edward..." We both turned our attention to Jessica when she spoke, and I could tell from the wicked gleam in her eyes that I was in trouble. "How'd you two meet?"

Yup, definitely in trouble.

She knew damn well how we'd met, considering I'd been late to meet the gang at this very restaurant that night. She just wanted to see if Edward had the same story to tell - and to see me squirm.

He took a sip of his beer, and his hand squeezed mine under the table before he turned to her with a smile. "Well, actually, I was at my favorite tattoo parlor talking to my favorite artist when he walked in..." Then, he put both his hands on the tabletop, lacing his fingers together as he leaned forward and lowered his voice conspiratorially, his eyes completely focused on Jess as he licked his lips. I saw the way she leaned in, and I bit back a smile to see him purposefully flirting with her that way. Mike looked almost pained, torn between a smile and a grimace. I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair.

I had to admit...I was pretty damn curious to hear what he'd have to say, too.

"I'd like to say it was love at first sight." He glanced at me and winked, making my eyes widen.

Love?

I swallowed, but if he noticed, he didn't let on. He kept his attention on Jess as he went on, "But I'm afraid I can't. My first thought was actually that he looked a little boring..."

I couldn't stop my indignant "Hey!" and he laughed, leaning over to kiss me gently.

"Let me finish..." he murmured against my lips, and I grumbled, sitting back in my chair.

He chuckled. "But then he came a little closer, and I really got a good look at him - his lips, actually - and I was done for." I felt my cheeks heat as I studiously kept from looking at anyone at the table, Edward included. I took a sip of my beer and pretended not to listen, though I didn't miss a syllable. "I was doing research for my book - has Jasper told you about it?" At their nod, I saw Edward flash me a smile out of the corner of my eye, but I couldn't quite meet his gaze. "Anyway, I sort of used it for an excuse to hang around..."

I listened as he recounted our first meeting. I knew now, of course, that he'd been interested from the beginning, but it was still different to hear it like this - firsthand from Edward, but told to a new audience. He explained the mix-up about little Bella, and we all laughed together. I shook my head, thinking about the sleepless nights, all the worrying, wondering if he was into me or not. And in the end, it was pointless - all just a result of a stupid misunderstanding.

"So anyway, after I had all the pictures developed, I called him to see if he wanted to get together...and I might have...tormented him just a little bit." He snickered, and I wondered if he realized his tongue ring - the plain black one, I was both relieved and disappointed to see - was between his lips while he presumably remembered that day.

"Fucking unfair," I muttered under my breath.

He laughed outright then. "Serves you right," he said. "Rub for goddamn luck..."

Jess was watching us curiously, but I wasn't about to explain all of that - especially when I saw the knowing gleam in Mike's eyes. He'd given me the belt buckle, after all, and I could tell he'd figured it out. I squeezed Edward's thigh and murmured, "Truce?"

"Yeah, I think we're even." He cleared his throat and raised his voice. "Anyway, once all the confusion was out of the way, I asked him out." He took my hand under the table, making me smile as he turned the conversation back around. "So what about you two? How'd you meet?"

"Well..." she started, only to be interrupted by Gianna and Aro as they brought our food as well as refills of our drinks - though Aro had switched mine to water, as he knew by now that I never had more than one beer when I was driving. I grinned when I saw Mike eyeing Edward's plate - he caught me looking at him and grinned as he reached over with his fork, spearing a piece of calamari onto it quickly. Edward watched almost in shock as Mike put the calamari in his mouth, giving an appreciative hum. Jess and I both started laughing at Edward's expression. I took one of my ravioli onto my fork and held it out to Edward as I leaned forward, chuckling as I said, "Well, you did say to share, right?"

He shook his head, huffing slightly as he said, "Yeah, with you," before accepting the bite of ravioli. Grinning, I quickly snatched a shrimp off his plate and popped it in my mouth. He rolled his eyes at me and began to eat, keeping his eyes on our plates and watching with amusement as we each stole bites from each other. Eventually, Edward seemed to be comfortable enough to steal a few bites from Mike and Jess, too, causing Jess to give me an approving nod as she winked at me.

As we were eating, Edward looked at Jess and said, "So, you started telling me how you and Mike met?"

Jess's eyes lit up as she nodded, wiping her mouth quickly before taking a sip of beer. "Mhmm. Yeah, Mike here swept me off my feet the first time we met - or, should I say, he knocked me off my feet? I was filling in for someone and was running late, and as I'm hurrying through the terminal, someone comes running from one of the side corridors and basically bowls me over. Mike here thought he almost missed his flight, and was running to get to his gate." She leveled her gaze to Mike for a moment and said, "Now you know why they say 'don't run' all the time."

She grinned as he rolled his eyes at her and sat back, his arm resting on the back of her chair as his fingers idly played with her hair. She turned her attention back to Edward as she continued. "Anyway... after helping me to my feet and apologizing profusely, we each went on our way. Turns out, he had misheard the boarding message and was actually on my flight. I was shocked to see him, but he apologized again and turned on the charm. I didn't think much of it; plenty of passengers flirt with us all the time, but a few days later, he was on the flight back to Boston - my flight, again. By the time we landed, he finally managed to get me to give him my number - I still don't know why I did, because I've never done it before." At the narrowing of his eyes, she added, "Or after, for that matter."

Edward and I had both continued eating as she spoke and were done by the time she finished talking. He wiped his mouth and grinned at her. "How long ago did this happen?"

Jess tilted her head as she looked tentatively at Mike for a moment. "Umm, I think it's been about three years now; hasn't it, baby?"

Mike nodded. "Yeah, something like that."

Edward watched them both with an amused smile. "Wow. That's pretty amazing."

Jess chuckled softly and excused herself to go to the restroom. Mike got up to help her out of her seat, and she kissed him briefly, smiling at him as he asked her if she wanted her usual for dessert. As soon as she was out of earshot, I rested my elbows on the table and leaned forward. "Dude, since when are you so whipped?"

He frowned at me as he sat back down. "What the hell, man? I'm not whipped."

I raised an eyebrow at him and grinned. "Oh, really? I've never seen you help Jess with her chair like that before. Did she give you a 'talking to'?"

"Shit... it's just easier." He shrugged, then flashed a grin and took a sip of his beer. "Besides, I'm looking to get some tonight, and it never hurts to put in a little extra effort. Make sure the odds are in my favor, you know?"

I snorted and glanced at Edward, who was just watching us with a small grin on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but Gianna stopped by, asking if we were ready for dessert. We placed our order, and by the time she left the table, Jessica was walking back toward us.

Mike hastily changed the subject, asking what we thought of the Red Sox game that was starting soon, and I gave him a knowing look as I stood up and said, "Here, let me help you with that, darlin'...since Mike's not going to," as I pulled out Jessica's chair.

Her smile was beaming as she thanked me, and I could practically feel the daggers Mike was shooting at me. He had half-stood and sat back down with a huff as Jess smiled at me and sat with a soft, "Thanks." I grinned at Mike as I took my seat again.

My eyes remained on him as I said, "So Jess, do you two have any plans for later tonight?"

Mike kicked my shin hard in response, glaring at me even as Jess said that they were going to go home after dinner, since she had to work the following morning, so she wanted to be sure to get plenty of rest. I rubbed my shin, stifling a chuckle as Mike mouthed, "Fucker," at me. Edward put his hand on my thigh, squeezing it lightly, and when I looked up at him it was to find him holding back his laughter - I could see his shoulder shake slightly, and his eyes danced with mirth. I winked at him, and he cleared his throat before asking Jessica where she'd be flying to this time.

She grinned, saying she was going to be flying to Vegas again, staying there until later that evening and then flying back home - she said she was going to try and get a couple of hours shopping in while she was there. As she was talking, Gianna arrived with a tray of desserts, placing tiramisu in front of Jessica, Edward, and me, while Mike had ordered a small serving of cannoli. Aro followed behind his daughter and poured coffee for everyone.

We thanked them both and assured them that everything was just as good as it always was. I hadn't even noticed that the place had continued to be very busy, and I realized that they even had a waiting list going, though knowing Aro, the people waiting wouldn't wait for very long. Even so, Aro told us to take our time, relax, and enjoy dessert as he left the folders with the checks in the middle of the table. I knew he meant what he said and that he would never rush us; his customers - especially those of us who were here all the time - were like his family. The thought made me smile as I took a bite of my dessert.

I heard Edward hum, causing me to look up at him - I grinned at the look of bliss on his face. He blushed slightly when he caught me staring at him and shrugged. "What? I haven't had tiramisu this good since Italy."

I chuckled. "You should let Aro know; he'll love you forever." Putting my fork down, I quickly wiped my mouth with my napkin and excused myself. Edward's eyes widened, and he hurried to stand, pushing his chair back as he helped me with mine. I shot him an amused glance, but he just smiled.

One look at Mike's face told me he was dying to say something to Edward, but I knew he couldn't - not with Jess sitting there. I stepped away from the table, and Edward pushed my chair in. As I was walking away, I heard him say, "What? I was just taking your advice, Mike."

I repressed a chuckle as I heard Mike cough, likely choking on his coffee. The sound of his reply was lost in the clatter of plates as I passed by a table being bussed, but I made a little reminder to myself to thank Edward for that jab at Mike when we got home.

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EPOV

I grinned as I took my seat again, watching Jasper's back as he walked across the restaurant. I realized my tongue ring was between my lips and brought it back into my mouth as I turned to Jessica and Mike. I'd had a great time with them all night; it was fun - and enlightening - to see Jasper with his friends.

There had been no tension or weirdness, which I was glad to see. I'd been a little worried when he asked me to go out on a double date - not because I didn't want to, but because, given the way Jasper had acted off and on over the last several weeks, I wasn't sure how he would take it. I'd been pleasantly surprised, though, and I was happy to see that he was his usual teasing self with Mike.

I could see in Mike's eyes that he wanted to give me shit about helping Jasper with his chair, but he couldn't say a damn thing without giving himself away - and my arched eyebrow told him that, oh yes, I would absolutely tell Jessica.

Everything.

He bit his lip, narrowing his eyes at me as I took a bite of his cannoli. He finally just laughed and shook his head, muttering something I couldn't catch under his breath.

We were finishing our dessert, just chatting comfortably, when Jasper returned. I stood, helping him with his chair again. I knew he was perfectly capable of doing it himself - obviously - but I really did feel like helping him...and rubbing it in Mike's face a bit more as well.

He took a sip of his coffee as soon as he sat, but then he reached out, resting his arm on the back of my chair as he idly played with the hair at the nape of my neck. He pushed away from the table slightly, crossing one ankle over the other knee while we talked.

A few minutes later, Jessica said, "Oh, I've been meaning to ask you, J...have any plans for your birthday yet?"

I perked up at the mention of Jasper's birthday. I knew it was coming up in just about a month, and I'd been toying with the idea of asking him out already. I didn't want to risk him having plans with someone else, but I didn't want to look too overzealous either. So I hadn't said anything...yet.

This was just the sort of information I needed, and I silently thanked Jessica for asking her question, even when Jasper wrinkled his nose and took his hand off the back of my chair. He reached for his coffee again, draining the last of it before he said, "No. And thanks for reminding me."

"You don't like your birthday, baby?" I was genuinely surprised. He was such a fun-loving guy, and I absolutely loved birthdays. Kate and I always made a big deal out of each others', planning elaborate celebrations; I'd had something similar in mind for Jasper's.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, and my hand followed automatically, tucking one of his waves behind his ear as I turned to face him. Mike and Jessica faded into the background along with everyone else in the restaurant as I looked at him.

God, he's beautiful.

Jasper's birth was definitely something to celebrate. I felt my resolve strengthen even as he shrugged and said, "I don't know. I don't dislike it, I guess. Just another day."

Not a chance, Mr. Whitlock.

I wasn't going to let him get away with ignoring his birthday - not this year, not when I was so thankful to have found him. Jessica cleared her throat, bringing our attention back to them. A smile flirted at her lips, but she didn't say anything about our completely ignoring them.

"Well, you can get over it, Jasper Whitlock. You know we're going to do something, so you might as well get used to it - and tell us what you want, or there's no telling what these idiots will plan." She nudged Mike's shoulder playfully as she spoke.

Jasper laughed and said, "Alright, alright...I'll think about it, okay?"

She nodded. "Good! Better let us know soon, though...otherwise, I'll set them loose."

Giving his little half-grin, Jasper chuckled and nodded, turning the conversation back to Jessica's work. She glanced at her watch and yawned reflexively, covering her mouth with her hand as she said, "Excuse me...I'm so sorry."

Mike smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulders, rubbing her upper arm. "We need to get you home, babe...can't have you passing out on your feet tomorrow."

She sighed but nodded in resignation. Jasper picked up the folder with our check, peeked inside, and pulled cash from his wallet, slipping it into the folder before dropping it back on the table. I bit my tongue to keep from arguing with him - he'd asked me out this time, and if he wanted to treat me, I'd let him. Mike paid for their food as well, and then we all stood and began putting on our jackets. Jasper reached out, straightening my collar as Mike said, "Oh, hey...I nearly forgot. Are you guys busy tomorrow afternoon?"

I glanced at Jasper, and he shrugged before turning back to Mike. "Not really...just hanging out..." His voice was hesitant, like he wasn't quite sure, and I reached over, squeezing his hand to let him know that, yes, I definitely wanted to spend more time with him. He didn't look at me, but I saw the way his lips twitched as he squeezed my hand back. I turned to look at Mike questioningly.

Mike was standing behind Jessica, rubbing her arms gently after having helped her with her jacket. His eyes flickered from Jasper to me as he said, "The guys are going to go play some baseball tomorrow, and we could use another couple of players, if you're interested."

I felt Jasper tense at Mike's words, and I glanced at him, surprised to find that he looked...hurt? I frowned, but wasn't left wondering why for very long as Jasper said, "What? Why didn't I know about this until now?"

Mike shrugged. "We just figured you'd rather spend some time with your guy, J."

Jasper's fingers ran through his hair as he muttered something under his breath that I couldn't catch, a look of distress on his face. I couldn't help but think that the fact his friends had left him out of the loop had upset him - and judging from the look passing between Jasper and Mike, as well as the concern on Jessica's face, his friends really meant a lot to him - and he to them. I squeezed his hand again, rubbing soothing circles on the back of it with my thumb. He seemed to relax a little at the contact, though his eyes still looked a little troubled - almost as if he was unsure of what to do.

Turning to Mike, I smiled. "Sounds like fun. I'm game, if Jazz is."

Both Mike and I looked at Jasper, who was frowning, his eyes cast downward. I tugged lightly at his hand, and he seemed to snap out of whatever was going through his head. "Oh...yeah, sure...usual time and place?" He glanced up at Mike, who nodded.

"Awesome," Mike said, but his voice was a little strained as his eyes searched Jasper's face. We said our goodbyes after that, with Jessica hugging each of us in turn. Mike hugged Jasper and then held his hand out to me.

He gave me a genuine smile as he shook my hand, saying, "We had fun tonight. It was really cool to get to hang out with you some."

From the corner of my eye, I saw that Jasper's quiet smile had returned. "Thanks for going out with us. I'm glad I got to know you both. Maybe we can get together again soon."

"I'd like that," Jessica answered as we all started heading toward the front of the restaurant. We made idle small talk, and soon, we were parting ways on the sidewalk outside. Jasper and I stopped, watching them get into their car and wave as we stood hand-in-hand.

As soon as they'd pulled away, I turned to Jasper and slipped my arms around his waist. "Everything okay, baby?"

His hands went to my hips as he gave me a crooked grin. "Never better, darlin'," he answered, tilting his head to kiss me.

I wasn't quite sure I believed him; I started to pull away, but he pressed his lips against mine more insistently, his tongue slipping into my mouth as he gave a breathy moan. I couldn't resist him – as if I ever could – and he was the one to finally break our kiss as he murmured, "Been waiting all damn night to do that…"

"Oh, yeah?" I waited until he nodded before kissing him hard. "Sounds familiar…" I said, pulling away with a mischievous grin of my own.

"Goddamn tease," he muttered, but there was a playful look in his eyes.

We watched each other for a moment until I couldn't resist. I had to know. "Seriously, are you alright?"

He sighed, stepping to the side, though he took my hand as he began to lead me to his bike. I felt the grin on my face in spite of my worry for him as I thought about riding on it with him again. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just…" We reached his motorcycle as he trailed off, a frown on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair and then shrugged. "I'm not used to them making plans without me. Just made me feel a little out of it."

I nodded and kissed him softly before stepping back to give him space. "I understand if you'd rather go alone." I felt a stab of rejection even saying it, but Jasper was already shaking his head.

"I believe the invitation was for both of us, Princess." He winked and squeezed my hand before reaching into his saddlebags to grab a helmet. "Really, though, I'm fine with it. It just sort of took me by surprise…" He held my helmet out, but instead of handing it to me, he caught my outstretched hand and tugged me closer, wrapping his arms low around my hips with the helmet pressing into my ass. "Besides…I kinda like the idea of watching you get all hot and sweaty out there…"

"You just want me for my body," I grumbled.

His grin brightened. "Not 'just'…but I'd be a damn liar if I said it wasn't somewhere up on my list."

We kissed again as he held me close, and I could feel both of us growing harder. I realized on some level that he was trying to distract me, but the longer our lips moved together, the more trouble I had holding onto that thought…or caring about it.

I can always ask him later.

Jasper bit my bottom lip and gave a little grunt as he stepped away, muttering under his breath about needing to leave now. I grinned, finally taking the helmet from him and putting it on. He watched me for a minute, his eyes roaming my body from my feet all the way up to my head before he shook himself. He put his own helmet on and then climbed onto the bike before gripping the handlebars and nodding. "You just gonna stand there and watch me all night?"

I rolled my eyes as I realized I'd just been staring at him the way he had soaked me in. I threw my leg over the back of his bike and climbed on, pressing my body close against his. I couldn't be sure because of the way the helmet muffled sound, but I thought I heard him mumble, "God damn," before he started the motorcycle and pulled away.

The whole drive home, I kept my arms around his waist and my chest pressed against his back. I knew I could sit up straighter, give him some room, but I couldn't seem to make myself. At stoplights, my hands roamed his chest, and I felt my fingers tighten on the leather of his jacket as I imagined what lay beneath.

The combination of the wind against my skin, the vibrations between my legs, and Jasper's warm body so close to mine was arousing, and by the time we arrived on my street, I couldn't wait much longer. I unzipped Jasper's jacket as he pulled to a stop against the curb across from my house, and he chuckled as I slipped my hand inside.

His laughter turned into a moan when I tugged at his nipple ring through his shirt, and his hands reached back, grabbing my thighs as he leaned into me. Our helmets were awkward, in the way, and I sat up at last, pulling mine off as quickly as I could. Jasper did the same, but neither of us stood.

He glanced over his shoulder at me and smirked. Instead of saying anything, though, he just leaned back and kissed me, his tongue parting my lips as I put my arms around him again. I rested my hands on his knees, letting my free hand slide up as my fingertips drifted inward, kneading his inner thighs. He moaned softly and deepened our kiss as best he could.

We kissed unhurriedly for a few minutes, simply enjoying our time together, and then he pulled away with a content sigh. "I don't think I could ever get tired of kissing you," he whispered.

I smiled, placing one more gentle kiss on his lips. "Good…'cause I don't plan to let you stop."

"Mmm…" he sighed and then covered my hand with his. When he didn't move or say anything else, I cleared my throat. I wondered what he was thinking, if he wanted to come inside…if he would rather go home. I swallowed and took a shallow breath, not liking the sound of that last option.

Just grow a pair and fucking ask him already.

"Hey, Jazz?"

Great start.

"Hmm?" He kissed me again, a soft meeting of his lips against mine in the dim light of the streetlamps that gave me the courage I needed.

"Will you stay tonight?" I murmured. I could hear the hope – and the fear – in my voice, and I was sure he probably could as well.

I was surprised when he just gave a sheepish grin. "Your clothes weren't the only ones in that bag…"

He trailed off with a faint blush on his cheeks as his eyes flickered back and forth between mine. I could tell he was trying to read my expression, but he really didn't need to try so hard. At the realization that he'd come over with the intention to spend the night with me, I tightened my arms around him, making him grunt as I pulled him close and kissed him thoroughly. My lips traveled from his, moving down over his jaw, nipping and teasing the skin between his ear and the collar of his jacket. He laced his fingers through mine, arching his back with a moan. His head tilted to the side, giving me more room, and I lavished him with attention until his hand slowly moved mine down his chest, trailing over his abdomen and coming to rest just between his thighs.

I could feel his hard length beneath my palm, making me inhale sharply as my lips rushed back to meet his. He kissed me with abandon and then pulled away, quirking a grin at me as he said, "Mind if we take this inside, Dr. Masen? I don't know that you want to give your neighbors a free show of all the things I plan to do with you."

I gave him a half-grin in return as I leaned in, tracing the shell of his ear with my tongue before I whispered, "Fair enough…but you gotta promise me something."

"What?" I could hear the frown in his voice, making me chuckle.

"Someday soon, you'll take me out for a ride and park this bike where you don't mind me doing all the things I plan to do to you on it."

"Jesus Christ, Edward," was his nearly inaudible response as I chuckled and climbed off his motorcycle.

Even though I could tell he was just as excited as I was about what would happen as soon as we were behind closed doors, he opened one of the saddlebags. I watched with amusement as he spread out the cover for his bike, carefully checking each side to make sure it was well-protected. When he caught me watching him with the helmet balanced under my arm, he shrugged.

"Can't have anything happenin' to my baby."

"I agree." I nodded to my car parked just in front of his bike. He took my helmet from me, and we walked up the path between my rose bushes together. I climbed the steps first, unlocking the door before I held it open for Jasper.

Inside, he hung up our helmets, and we took off our jackets and shoes in silence. As soon as I stood, though, his hands were on my hips, and he leaned close, his lips brushing mine as he whispered, "Can I please take you upstairs?"

"You damn well better…" I teased, pressing my hips against his. He moaned when he felt my arousal, but he took the time to kiss me tenderly before turning around.

His fingers laced through mine as he led me upstairs, and I felt somehow like he was taking care of me. I enjoyed the way he was making himself at home. I followed behind, our arms stretched between us, and he walked us straight to my bedroom, stopping only once he'd reached my bed.

We shared kisses and caresses, undressing each other slowly as our lips followed our hands. The only light was that streaming in from the hallway, and Jasper reached over, turning on my bedside lamp. When my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, it was to find him smiling at me.

"Needed to see you," he said simply.

Instead of answering, I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him with me. We kissed as we shifted toward the center, our bodies brushing as our lips whispered against each other. I moved to my hands and knees, hovering over Jasper as he settled onto his back. He ran his fingers through my hair as he watched me.

I lowered my head, taking his nipple between my lips as I teased it with my tongue. The click of metal meeting metal made me smile, and I sucked harder, enjoying the way his hips shifted as he hissed. His fingers tightened, tangling my hair further as I reached up and twisted his other nipple, hard enough to make him groan.

He began muttering, whispering those words of encouragement I loved to hear in his voice, and it was to the sound of partial phrases that I kissed my way down his torso, my breath heating his skin.

"Oh, God…"

"…mmm…like that…"

"Holy…" He groaned as I kissed the base of his cock, teasing him with just the tip of my tongue. "…fuck…"

"Christ, Edward, when you-…"

I smiled against his skin, placing open-mouthed kisses from his base to his head. I moved my lips to his abdomen, my kisses alighting now here, now there, so that he was never sure where he would feel them next.

His knees lifted from the mattress and pressed against my sides as I settled between his legs. His hips were rocking, his hard length brushing my jaw as he began pleading.

"Fuck, can you…please just…I need…"

I fucking loved seeing him like that, and I dipped my head lower, my tongue tracing the divide between his balls before I took one into my mouth. I caressed him gently, my lips and tongue exploring every inch of him before I trailed my tongue back to his head. I swirled it around the swollen, purple flesh and was rewarded with the sight of Jasper arching his back as his hands fisted the sheets.

Letting my tongue ring stutter along the rim of his head, I hesitated only a moment more before taking him deeply, feeling him hit the back of my throat at once as I relaxed and tried to suppress my gag reflex. He was panting, his hips dropping down to dig into the mattress again, but I didn't give him the chance to recover.

I followed right along with him, sucking and swallowing as I began to move my head slowly up and down, tasting him, loving him. His hands moved to the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair at the nape of my neck as he pushed me down insistently. I smiled as best I could with him filling my mouth and just let him take over as he pulled and pushed, his words no longer coherent.

He yanked my head away at once, and I licked my raw lips, raising my eyes to find him watching me, panting. I gave him a crooked grin, and he shook his head, muttering, "So fucking unbelievable…"

He sat up like he was going to kiss me, but in the next second, he grabbed both my wrists and pushed them toward me, forcing me to sit up straighter. He kept moving, his lips finally finding the join of my neck and shoulder as he licked and nipped at my skin. He guided me backward with subtle movements until I found myself lying face down on my bed, my head near the foot with Jasper hovering over me.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice immediately losing the breathy quality my teasing had given it. He lowered his weight onto me, his knees going to either side of mine as he straddled me. His dick was nestled against my ass, and he kissed all along my back. I felt him pay particular attention to the tattoo on my left shoulder blade, and I sighed softly, resting my cheek on the mattress. I reached back with both hands, holding onto his knees while I tried to let him know wordlessly how much the gesture meant to me.

He spent a few moments calming himself as he covered me in gentle kisses and caresses, and I basked in the glow of what I was sure was his love. It had to be. I had never felt this with anyone else, felt the care he put into each touch, and I wondered if he was in love with me, too – and if he knew it, even though he wasn't telling me yet.

I could feel myself tensing at my questions, and I shoved them all away resolutely. I didn't have time for this – for the worry and the dejection. I was leaving in a couple of days, and I wanted to spend the time I had with Jasper making love to him, enjoying him, not obsessing about what we were…or were not.

Jasper's kisses became more urgent as his hips began rocking against mine. He bit my shoulder, his teeth clinging to my skin as my blunt nails dug into his knees, and just that easily, my mind was again focused completely on him and what he was doing to me.

I became increasingly aware of my body, and I felt the heat of Jasper's lips searing my skin as they followed the path from my neck down my spine, where he broke away, scattering kisses all along my ass and upper thighs. He bit me hard enough to make me jump, and then he chuckled as his hands rubbed the sting away. His weight settled back on me as he spread his forearms to either side of mine.

"Do you want me, Princess?" he whispered, his breath hot on my ear.

I shivered. "God, yes…"

"What is it you want, baby?" A series of kisses from my shoulder all the way up my neck, a nipping at my ear. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

I couldn't answer. I bit my lip as I nodded, and he thrust his hips harder against me.

"I'm sorry, darlin'…I missed that. Did you say no?"

"Oh, God." I gasped. "No, no…I mean, yes. I mean…"

Jesus fucking Christ…is it really that hard?

I growled, struggling to organize my thoughts before I panted out, "For the love of…fuck me, Jasper. Please."

His face was pressed against mine when he smiled, and I felt the scratch of his stubble as his cheek lifted. He reached over, his fingertips finding my chin as he turned my face to his. He kissed me passionately, our tongues brushing before he parted with a breathy, "Mmm…all you had to do was ask."

I couldn't help but smile at the playful look in his eyes, but my cock was painfully hard trapped between the mattress and my body, and I couldn't take his teasing anymore. He must've seen the pleading in my eyes because he chuckled quietly and kissed me once more before his weight disappeared.

My overheated skin felt cold as soon as his body left mine, making me shudder. I listened to the scrape of my nightstand drawer and then the sounds of Jasper searching inside it. He wasted no time, as I heard the rip of the condom package and then the snap of the lube before he shut the drawer.

His cool, slick fingers brushed against my entrance as his other hand ran lightly along my thigh before cupping my ass. His finger slipped inside, and I bit my bottom lip, my toes burying in the sheets. After a few passes, a second finger joined the first, then a third, and soon, I was propped up on my forearms, my head hanging down as my shallow breathing broke the silence of the room.

Jasper's fingers disappeared, and I felt him turn, reaching for something with his other hand. He balanced himself above me, handing me a pillow. I smiled at the thoughtful gesture as I hugged the pillow to my chest, but before I could thank him, his head was pressing against my entrance, and I groaned loudly.

Fuck yes…please…

I knew I was gone, past the point of rational thought as I pleaded with Jasper in my mind. He straddled my legs so that his knees were on either side of mine while my thighs were pressed together. I moaned, closing my eyes in anticipation of how it would soon feel. He granted my silent request, sheathing himself within me in one smooth motion.

I stretched. I burned. And I fucking gasped out loud at the exquisite sensation.

He grunted as his body settled against mine. I could feel all of him, his chest pressing against my back, his biceps encasing my ribs, his thighs squeezing mine. His right hand snaked beneath my chest, his hand reaching up to grasp my shoulder, and as he began to move, his left arm wrapped around me, his hand cupping my chin as he turned my face toward his.

His lips were against my ear as he panted and moaned with each thrust, whispering quiet words I couldn't understand. His tongue traced the shell of my ear before he bit the lobe, making my fingers grip the pillow nearly to the point of pain.

He began scattering kisses along my neck and shoulders, his forehead pressing against my head before he'd lift himself again. My world was dominated by Jasper – his weight, his scent, his sounds – and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He pulled away slightly, moving more to his hands and knees, and the change in angle had me squirming, pressing my ass up higher as I moaned and begged for more.

I could feel the tension in my abdomen, the tingling in my thighs that let me know he was hitting that most sensitive place inside of me. He was relentless, his hips rocking against mine as he reached beneath me with one hand, finding my nipple. He rolled and pulled it between his fingertips; I could feel his sweat dripping onto my overheated skin. I just wanted more.

On every level.

I realized my husky voice was grunting and panting, asking for just that – more – and Jasper took heed. He was thrusting faster, harder, and my knees tried to spread to give him more room. His legs on either side held them together, though, and he straightened further, one hand gripping my shoulder while the other went to my ass. He clung to it tightly, holding me close as the pounding of his hips drove me to distraction.

At once, my head was void of coherent thought. All I could do was feel: feel my toes curl and my feet cramp as Jasper's hard length drove into me, stretching me and bringing me to new heights. I had very rarely felt this much pleasure when bottoming. I welcomed it, focusing what attention I had left on the physical sensations.

"Oh, God!" I think I cried out as my whole body tensed. My arms hugged the pillow closer as I buried my face in it. My thighs tightened, my ass clenching around Jasper, who kept moving as I rode out my orgasm.

"Did…" he panted. "Did you just..? You did…oh, fuck…" I heard a hiss, and then both his hands were on my hips, lifting them from the bed as his pace doubled. I was aware of him moving, his fingers gripping, our skin slapping…but it was as if it were far away from my blissful little bubble as I slowly relaxed.

Soon, he thrust into me harder than before and then froze, holding on for a moment before he gave three more thrusts in quick succession. His hand rubbed lovingly over my back from ass to shoulder and back again in soothing circles before he pulled away from me. I turned my head to the side, resting my cheek on the pillow even though it was cold and wet from my apparent drooling. I heard rustling as he moved, but I couldn't make myself look to see what he was doing as I just lay there in awe.

He settled to my right, lying on his side so that I could see his face. He was wearing a grin somewhere between smug satisfaction and disbelief. I chuckled, reaching out to cup his cheek.

"Yes, you were fucking amazing," I answered his unspoken question. I laughed outright when his grin grew even wider. "Come here, you," I murmured quietly.

He complied at once, lifting up on his elbow so that he could lean over and kiss me. Our lips moved languidly together while his fingers caressed my cheek. "I'm sorry," he whispered when we parted. "I've just never had that happen before…"

I smirked at him. "Well, I can't say it's never happened to me, but it's not often." I smiled at him softly, placing tender kisses on his cheeks and lips when his face fell slightly. I moved to my side and wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him to me so I could whisper, "That's the first time with someone, though."

He pulled back, raising an eyebrow. "With someone?"

I nodded, grinning mischievously. At his curious expression, I chuckled. "I like toys." I shrugged. "And porn. And I might've played a bit with different stuff…" I was having too much fun, watching his eyes widen. I wasn't sure if it was at the fact that I enjoyed those things or that I was admitting it so freely, but one thing was for damn sure – if Jasper and I were going to be together, that would be something he would learn sooner or later.

And the sooner he knew about it, the sooner we could…play.

He watched me in silence. He was still smiling, but he seemed at a loss as to what to say, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those beautiful eyes.

"Does that bother you, baby?" I said finally.

He blinked and shook his head quickly. "Oh, no. I just…" He trailed off, frowning a bit before he continued, "I just haven't really ever gotten into that."

He caught my frown – I'm sure I must've looked disappointed – and his eyes gleamed wickedly. "Not because I don't want to try it…" He leaned forward, biting my bottom lip before kissing me thoroughly with a needy groan. When we parted, he stayed close, moving his lips to my ear, where he whispered softly, "I've never…really been with anyone long enough to get there."

His arm went around my waist, his hand trailing up my back and coming to rest between my shoulder blades as he pressed close to me. He kissed my neck, nipping at my jaw, and I slipped my knee between his, my arm tightening around his waist. My fingers caressed his skin lovingly as I heard what he wasn't saying.

And then he did say it.

His voice was so low I had to strain to hear it, but the words were unmistakable. "I want to get there with you."

I froze for a moment, stunned that he'd actually said it aloud. I forced my fingers to keep moving. I kissed his jaw and whispered simply, "We will," before bringing my lips to his. I was worried that if I said anything more, I would say too much – tell him everything I felt – and that then my time with him would be cut all too short. It was enough that he'd admitted to wanting more with me than he'd had with the other men he'd been with.

Shit. Just "enough"?

I couldn't kid myself. That one simple statement had me soaring, my heart light and my head fucking giddy as I couldn't help the smile that spread on my face. We kissed for long, perfect moments before, at last, I pulled back with a small, content sigh. Jasper's smile was a little sheepish, a little shy, and I fought the urge to wrap him in my arms so tightly I'd probably crack his ribs.

This man fucking owns me.

The thought was simple but true, and I flashed a smile at him that he returned. He sighed, reminding me of the pottery class with Emily in the morning, and I smacked his ass lightly as I said we'd better rest up, then. As he rolled off the bed with a groan, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd be lucky enough to have him with me all weekend again.

I was pondering ways to peek into his bag to see just how many clothes he'd brought when I stopped myself with an admonition to be open. "Hey," I said, ridiculously feeling a little nervous, especially considering what we'd just done, "do you think you can stay the weekend?"

He grinned at me. "You're about to leave me for a week, Princess. 'Fraid you're stuck with me for the next couple of days."

And just that easily, I found myself humming and smiling like an idiot as we stripped my bed. The mess I'd made was spreading rapidly, so the comforter had to be tossed into the laundry with my sheets. I grabbed a new set from the linen closet, and we talked comfortably about the next morning's class as we made the bed together, topping it with a spare quilt.

Soon, we were standing beneath the dual showerheads in my bathroom, letting the warm water wash away the stickiness of our activities and relax our muscles. We dried off, and Jasper put both the towels in the hamper before reaching for two Q-tips. I couldn't help chuckling at him again as he cleaned his ears, but he just rolled his eyes with a grin.

When he took my hand before leading me back to my bed, I was overcome with the sense of rightness I felt at having him here with me, and that feeling was only strengthened when he settled in behind me, his body curving around mine as he reached up to set his alarm and click off the lamp. "Good night, Edward," his soft voice rumbled before he kissed my cheek.

"Good night, Jasper," I whispered, covering his hand on my chest with my own as I closed my eyes.

Gray early morning light was filtering through the edges of my curtains when Jasper's alarm sounded. I was flat on my stomach, my head resting on the sheets instead of my pillow, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Jasper sprawled out on his back. His lips moved as he muttered something, and then he sprang up, reaching over and slapping at my nightstand blindly.

When the annoying beeping finally ended, he flopped back down with a huff, throwing one arm over his eyes. I grinned, wide awake, and moved closer so I could rest my head on his shoulder. His arms encased me automatically as he mumbled, "Mmm…morning…" and shifted his hips so that he was lying slightly on his side.

"Oh, no, you don't…" I muttered. As much as I would have loved to stay in bed with Jasper awhile longer, I wasn't about to let him miss breakfast with his sister again. His eyes were still closed, but his lips formed a small pout as he tried to snuggle closer to me. "Not a chance, Mr. Whitlock," I whispered, brushing those full, pouty lips with mine.

Before I could finish what I was going to say, his hand tangled in my hair, and he pulled me closer, his lips parting mine. I gave myself to him for a moment, letting him direct us as he deepened the kiss. He rolled on top of me, straddling my hips, and his blue eyes opened for the first time as he sat up.

I tried my best to ignore the way our bare cocks brushed together – and especially the way it made me want to throw him down on the bed and take him now. Instead, I ran my hands up and down his thighs, trying to calm him – hell, calm both of us – as I said, "Morning, Jazz…"

He leaned down without answering, intent on kissing me again, but I put my hands on his shoulders. "As much as I love where your mind is heading, we've got a date with your sister, baby…"

I heard the slight hesitation in my voice, and I knew if he pushed me, I would probably cave. Thankfully, he just gave a cute petulant groan and pouted at me again as he climbed out of bed. I stared unabashedly at the sight of him nude and aroused as he walked straight into my bathroom, grousing along the way.

As he used the restroom, I threw back the covers and stood, stretching my arms toward the ceiling. I heard the water running, and then Jasper was back, looking slightly more awake. His hair was an absolute mess, the result of falling asleep with it wet last night, and it made me a little worried to see what mine might be like. He knelt down in front of my dresser and rifled through his bag, pulling out a leather toiletries case.

When he stood and passed by me again, he paused this time, giving me a crooked grin as he said, "Good morning, by the way…" He winked and reached behind me, squeezing my ass with a chuckle before disappearing into the bathroom again.

"Shoulda let me finish," he called out just before the water started running again. I laughed, shaking my head as I ran my fingers through my hair and followed after him.

Yeah, shoulda.

I felt somewhat proud of myself for being the responsible one as I went to grab my toothbrush from the shower. I joined Jasper at the sink, and I couldn't help but snort at my reflection. Jasper had wet his hair, making it somewhat manageable, but I knew from experience that there was no hope for mine. We got ready in easy silence, one of us occasionally making a comment or asking the other to pass something, and soon, we were getting dressed.

We were both wearing jeans and t-shirts, knowing now that the studio would likely get messy. I went into my closet and came out wearing a baseball cap that made Jasper grin.

"What is it?" I asked, cutting my eyes over to him as I picked up my phone and wallet.

He was sitting on the edge of my bed, putting on his socks. "Titans, huh?"

"Of course," I answered simply. "Gotta root for the home team."

He snorted. "Home team, my ass…you know Tennessee stole them from Houston, right?"

I grinned. "Didn't have to steal them…everyone knows Tennessee's better than Texas."

The flash of indignation in Jasper's eyes was priceless, and he sputtered, arguing with me all the way downstairs. He was still going when we stopped to put on our shoes; I just couldn't help poking and prodding him, making little comments I knew would get under his skin about the blues and sports. By the time we walked outside, he was too upset to even stand there as I locked my front door. He stalked down the walkway, making me laugh under my breath.

I caught up to him on the way to my car – we were taking it instead of the bike since we'd have Emily – and grabbed his elbow. He narrowed his eyes when he saw my grin, but he didn't fight me when I put my arms around him. "I'm sorry, baby." I chuckled. "You're just too damn fun to mess with. You know, some of my favorite things are from Texas."

He looked at me pointedly, his hands still hanging by his sides as he said, "That so?"

"Mhmm…" I kissed along his jaw, and he gripped my elbows at last. "Cotton…damn good chili…real cowboys…" I nibbled on his ear as his arms wrapped low around my waist. "And you."

He squeezed me tight and sighed quietly before his lips found mine. When he pulled away, he murmured, "You're still an ass."

"I know," I answered with a grin. He rolled his eyes but smiled, kissing me again before taking my hand.

"Let's get going, Dr. Masen…so we can see what Emily thinks of your 'Tennessee is better than Texas' theory."

I laughed as I slid behind the wheel of my car. We teased each other all the way to Emily's dorm, where she was waiting for us on a bench near the curb. She put a bookmark in the novel she was reading and stuffed it into her bag as she hopped up and walked toward us. Jasper got out, scooping her up in a huge hug, and I could help but notice that she seemed more…subdued than the other times I'd seen her.

When she got into the car – insisting on sitting in the backseat – I could tell through her reflection in the rear-view mirror that she was tired. There were dark circles under her eyes that she'd tried to hide with makeup, but she couldn't stifle her yawn.

Jasper asked her what was wrong, and she shook her head. "Nothing's wrong, Spurs…I've just been up all night studying." She grumbled under her breath, and I caught something about big brothers before she raised her voice. "You can't even let me say hi before you start in?"

I glanced at Jasper just as he cut his eyes at me, our playful mood fading. By the time we'd gone two blocks, though, Emily was chattering away like normal.

Maybe she's just not a morning person…

Something about the whole situation made me uneasy, but the more Emily talked, the more Jasper seemed to relax, so I took my cue from him. We stopped not far from Emily's dorm at a little bakery where we all had various bagels and coffee. Emily ordered a gigantic banana nut muffin as well and split it among the three of us. I paid for breakfast, making the two of them frown slightly at me, but neither said anything other than "thank you" as we headed out again.

We were all chatting easily, teasing each other a little, when we pulled into a parking spot near the pottery studio. Jasper had brought up the Texas-Tennessee argument and had blown up when Emily said, "Well, Tennessee is better in some ways…"

"Emily Claire!" Jasper sounded scandalized, and I could tell he hadn't caught the mischievous gleam in her eyes. Those gray-green eyes were focused on me in the mirror, and she winked, lifting her index finger to her lips in the universal sign for "Shh…"

He spun in his seat, set to launch into her, and caught her. His eyes narrowed, but she just giggled and crossed her eyes at him. "Serves you right, Spurs. Loosen up!"

She opened her door and hopped out of the car, grabbing her bag and throwing it over her shoulder. Jasper's face swung around to mine, his eyes incredulous.

I chuckled. "Sorry, babe…she's too much like you."

He reached out and pinched my nipple, making me jump. "Too much like me, huh? I think it's you two who are too much alike for my own good." He tried to look at me sternly, but a grin quirked his lips. He rolls his eyes and leaned over, kissing me hard before he disappeared from the car just as quickly as she had.

"Definitely too much alike," I muttered, killing the engine before climbing out and pocketing my keys. I walked behind the two of them, watching them act like kids as Jasper "accidentally" tripped Emily. He had a strong hold on her upper arm and didn't let her fall, but that didn't stop her from turning around and punching the shit out of him. She huffed, brushing her hair back out of her eyes, but I could tell from the way she was holding back a smile that she loved spending time with him.

The sight made me ache, but it was one I wouldn't have missed for anything; I loved seeing him this way. I enjoyed watching siblings interact. I'd always been mildly fascinated by Tanya and Emmett and the relationship they shared. It was much like Jasper and Emily's – mildly antagonistic but built on love.

I didn't have long to ponder their relationship, however, as we were soon back in the pottery studio in our aprons. Our first job was to trim the bowls we'd created last week, now that they were dried to something that felt a lot like stiff leather. I spent longer on mine than anyone else, wanting to make sure the lines and curves were as close to perfect as I could get them. Now that it was drying, I could pick out more flaws, but overall, I was happy with my first attempt.

When I'd finished, Carmen directed me to the clay, and I brought it back to my station, beginning a new bowl. A quick look around showed me that everyone else was focused on their own work, so I threw myself into mine, fully immersed in the soft feel of the clay, the stronger resistance, and the way it molded to my fingers.

I had a much harder time centering my piece this time, and my sides seemed uneven to me. I started over several times, grumbling to myself, and the hours passed so quickly that I was surprised when I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand and looked up to see that I was – again – the last one working.

Jasper was sitting a few feet away on a stool, his feet sprawled out in front of him as he leaned back against the counter. His hands and face were clean, and he'd removed his apron, but he seemed completely relaxed and unhurried as he watched me with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Where's Emily?" I rubbed my nose as something tickled it, and he smiled softly, standing up and walking a few steps closer.

"Having tea with Carmen." At my questioning look, he reached out, rubbing clay off my nose as he said, "We've been done a little while."

"Oh," I said stupidly. "Sorry…I didn't even realize…"

"Don't apologize," he interrupted. "I enjoy watching you work."

I dipped my hands into the bucket of water, rinsing off some of the bigger clumps of clay and turned to face him, my hands resting palm-up on my knees. He stepped between my legs and put his forearms on my shoulders with his hands linked behind my head. "Do you mean to be so fucking…suggestive?"

I bit my bottom lip, half-smiling up at him as I shook my head.

He groaned. "God damn…"

"What?" I asked quietly.

"I think that just makes it hotter…" he answered before kissing me hard. He pulled away far too quickly for my liking and smiled down at me. "Come on…let's get you cleaned up."

We set to work, putting things away and washing up. By the time we were finished, Emily and Carmen were just returning. Carmen gave each of us a hug and told Jasper and me that we were "good boys." She asked if we would all be there for next Saturday's class, and when I said that I would be out of town, Emily's face fell.

I smiled at her. "Sorry, Lee…I'm flying out Monday and won't be back until the next Monday."

She pouted – looking so damn much like Jasper it was eerie – but I shrugged, telling her there was nothing I could do. She was somewhat mollified when I gave her a hug, and soon she was perfectly fine again, chattering about how she and Jasper would trim my second bowl for me. Jasper stood by silently, his thumbs stuck in his back pockets as he stared at the ground, and I let myself hope that he was thinking about how much he would miss me…because I sure as fuck would miss him.

Carmen walked us to the front door, and as soon as we were back on the sidewalk, Emily turned around. "So where do you guys want to go for lunch?"

"Actually…" I began. "I was thinking I'd drop you two off somewhere. I'll just grab something at home." Emily and Jasper turned to look at me with nearly identical expressions – curious eyebrows raised, small frowns on their lips.

Jasper was the first to speak. "Why?"

"Yeah, why?" Emily pressed, her hands going to her hips.

"Because I've crashed three of your dates now. You need some time together," I said firmly. "Alone."

Jasper's frown deepened, but I could see the light in his eyes – gratitude, I thought, even though it warred with the expression on his face. It strengthened my resolve, and I took each of their hands, walking in the middle as I led them to my car. They grumbled and fussed, protesting, but I wouldn't be budged…not this time.

"Look, I need to do some laundry anyway." I saw Jasper's cheeks redden out of the corner of my eye, and I smirked as I was reminded of the comforter I needed to wash. "And we're supposed to be meeting the guys in a little bit, right?" Jasper nodded. "So I need to get that done, and you two need some time together."

They both gave in finally, and I drove them to a little deli that Emily loved. Along the way, she told us all about the heavy workload she had at school and said she was going to have to call it a day early anyway – she would be holed up in her dorm room for the rest of the weekend, working on several assignments. Jasper glanced over his shoulder at her, and I could see the worried look in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

When I stopped at the curb outside the restaurant, Emily grabbed the back of my seat and leaned forward, kissing my cheek. "Thanks, Edward! You can join us if you want, you know…"

I smiled at her. "Now, don't go starting that again…you're welcome. You two call me when you're ready to be picked up, alright?"

"We will," she said and gave me an awkward hug around the seat before climbing out of the car. She shut the door, but instead of getting out, Jasper took my hand.

Curious, I looked over at him, and I found him gazing back at me earnestly. "What is it, baby?" I asked quietly, lacing my fingers through his.

"What would you say if I told you I really wanted you to go to lunch with us?"

His question threw me off guard, and I frowned at him. "I'd say of course, sweetheart. You know that, right?"

A war was raging behind his eyes, one I didn't understand in the slightest. I reached up with my other hand, cupping his cheek and tracing his lips with my thumb. "Talk to me, Jazz…"

A smile flickered across his lips before he kissed my thumb. "Thank you," he answered, though I really didn't see how it had anything to do with our conversation. "I just…needed to know."

I nodded slowly, smiling as I leaned across the console and kissed him gently. "Anything you need from me – anywhere you need me to be…I'm there. I promise."

He kissed me again, our tongues brushing as his hand cupped my chin. When we parted, he rested his forehead against mine and said, "Thank you," once more. He sat up straighter, smiling at me as his voice returned to normal. "See you in a little while?"

I nodded. "Whenever you call."

That same smile flirted with his lips as he nodded and got out of the car without another word. I watched the two of them on the sidewalk; Emily tickled him, and he squirmed before putting his arm around her shoulders and walking her into the restaurant. Once they'd vanished behind the glare on the glass door, I checked the rear-view mirror and pulled away from the curb, heading toward home.

I really did have a lot of work to do, and I didn't want to waste the time I had with Jasper doing it, so as soon as I was through the front door, I kicked off my shoes and got to work. I docked my iPod and turned it on, letting some classic rock blast through the speakers so I could hear it throughout the downstairs.

I made sure my phone was set to vibrate and dropped it in my pocket, taking the stairs two at a time as I gathered my laundry. I carried the hamper – overflowing yet again – down to the basement and dumped it on the floor before sorting it and starting the first load.

I wandered into the kitchen and stared into my refrigerator, trying to figure out what I wanted for lunch. I knew we'd be playing baseball in a few hours, so I didn't really want anything too heavy – nothing like puking to impress the guys. I settled for a monster sandwich and a bottle of water, eating it at the bar before I quickly did the dishes.

As I walked by my piano, I considered sitting down for a few minutes and playing, but I decided I might as well make use of the time I had alone, since it seemed like it would – thankfully – be short this weekend. I cleaned my bathroom upstairs and straightened my room before it was time to switch out the laundry. The time passed quickly, and I was just finishing up dusting the living room when my phone vibrated against my thigh.

I smiled at the Jasper flashing on my screen when I flipped it open. "Hey, baby," I said. "You guys all done?"

"Hey there, sugar," Emily's teasing voice answered. "I had no idea I was your baby…I won't tell Jasper if you don't."

My cheeks heated as I laughed and then cleared my throat. "Hey, Lee Lee…sorry about that."

She giggled. "Don't be. It's kinda cute. And yeah, we're done…Jasper just went to the restroom, so I decided to call you – you know, see if I could get you to say anything incriminating."

Thank God I didn't.

We talked for a couple of minutes more before Emily said, "Oh, shit…here he comes. See you soon?"

The line disconnected, and I chuckled, closing my phone and slipping it back into my pocket. After putting away my cleaning supplies, I stopped by the downstairs bathroom to wash my hands and make sure I still looked okay. As soon as my shoes were on, I was out the door, realizing halfway to my car that I was whistling with a stupid grin on my face.

The things that man does to me…

I drove across town, wondering what, exactly, it was about Jasper that affected me so strongly in every way. There really was no answer – nothing that I could pin down and say, "This is why I love him." I just did. Completely. And he made me feel more alive that I could remember feeling since I was a little kid catching lightning bugs with Emmett and Tanya when I visited them for a week each summer before my dad died.

I spotted Emily and Jasper standing outside the restaurant and parked at the curb again, but before I could even shut off the engine, she turned, said something to him, and took off running. He stood for a split-second as if in shock, and then his long legs were in motion, carrying him straight past her as he reached the passenger door and opened it.

"No fair! I called it!" she complained, but it didn't do any good as he plopped down in the seat and turned to grin up at her. "Brat!" She pushed his head back against the headrest while he chuckled.

He closed the door as she opened the back one and climbed in. I met her gaze in the rear-view mirror and said, "Shotgun?"

She frowned, muttering. "He always cheats."

"Being fast isn't cheating." Jasper's voice had a smug edge to it that made me laugh, and I listened to the two of them bicker as I drove to Emily's dorm.

They were still going at it when I pulled into a parking spot, and I was beginning to wonder if Emily was really upset – right up until she said, "Yeah, yeah…love you, Spurs." She kissed his cheek, and he smiled.

"Love you, too, Lee Lee."

She kissed my cheek then and told me goodbye. When she got out of the car, Jasper followed and wrapped her up in a hug. I heard him murmur, "Take care of yourself. Call me if you need me, 'kay?"

"I will," she answered as she hugged him fiercely. She didn't let go until he grunted, and then she ducked down, waving at me once more. "Have a good trip, Edward!"

Jasper sat down again, the door still open, and he watched her with a silly smile on his face until she disappeared into her dorm. I didn't say anything, just letting him have this moment, and I didn't put the car in gear again until he'd closed the door and buckled his seatbelt.

"So what'd you do without me?" he asked as he put his hand on my thigh.

I shrugged. "Cleaned some…did some laundry. Had to wash a comforter…"

He squeezed my thigh and chuckled. We talked about nothing in particular on the way home, and when we made it there, he followed me downstairs while I switched out more of the laundry and took the first load out of the dryer.

I took the laundry basket to the den, where he insisted on helping me. It was a little strange watching Jasper fold my clothes, but there was something comforting and familiar about it as well. He held up a pair of boxers, raising an eyebrow at me over them. "I didn't know you had a pair like these, too," he teased.

"I don't." I snickered at his expression as I explained, "They're yours."

"Oh." He looked torn between embarrassment and amusement before he tossed them at my face.

I caught and folded them, and Jasper grew uncharacteristically quiet for a few minutes. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, "Hey..."

I glanced up as I finished folding a towel. "Yeah?"

He gave me a small smile, but he shifted in his seat nervously. I turned toward him, reaching over to take his hand. He gave mine a small squeeze and said, "I was just wondering...do you need a ride to the airport on Monday?"

The fact that he was nervous was both cute and a little frustrating. I didn't make anything of it, though, just feeling touched that he'd thought of me...and wanted to be there for me. "Sure, that'd be great - do you think you can get the time away from work?"

He nodded, a smug grin on his lips as he said, "Mike'll just have to deal. I'll take a half-day."

"Sounds perfect, then." I smiled and leaned over, kissing him before straightening and picking up another towel.

We worked companionably until it was time to get ready to play baseball with the guys. Since Jasper didn't have his glove with him, I stuffed two into a backpack after he assured me the other guys would bring everything else we needed. We changed out of our jeans – with Jasper chuckling when I did put underwear on this time – and into shorts. I was confused when he handed me my jeans again…until he winked and said, "Let me take you for a ride, Princess."

I grinned as I put them on over my shorts while he walked into my closet to pick out a hat. He borrowed a Red Sox baseball cap from me, sneering at my Titans one again, and soon we were dressed in our leather jackets and helmets and climbing onto Jasper's bike.

I didn't know where the "usual place" was, so I just enjoyed the scenery as Jasper sped down the streets of Boston. My arms were around his waist, and I was struck with the sense that this was just how things should be – Jasper in my arms as we went to meet friends. It felt right. Whole, somehow.

We stopped at a ballpark not far from his apartment, and as soon as I stood and took my helmet off, I recognized a couple of the guys. Mike waved us over, but I followed Jasper's lead, stowing my helmet before kicking off my shoes and getting rid of my jacket and jeans. Catcalls reached my ears along with a joking comment about waiting until we were alone, and my eyes flickered to Jasper's face to see his reaction. His cocky smirk was in place as he called back, "You're just jealous, Eric!"

He draped his jeans over the seat of his motorcycle and put his arms on my hips, pulling me close to kiss me. My eyes widened in surprise before closing of their own accord, and I let myself get lost in the feeling of his lips on mine until I remembered where we were. I took a small step back, smiling at him as I whispered, "I believe we have a game to play, Mr. Whitlock."

His eyes were dark with desire, and I saw his jaw clench as he nodded. "You're mine tonight," was all he said as he took my jeans from me and rolled both pairs together, stuffing them into my backpack after pulling out the gloves and holding them under one arm. We put our shoes back on, I picked up our coats, and he slung the bag over his shoulder, taking my hand as he led me over to his friends.

There were about a dozen guys there, and I didn't catch all their names as I focused on the faces I knew. Eric winked at me – I didn't miss the way Jasper's hand tightened around mine. I couldn't help but grin as I held out my hand to shake Eric's. I shook hands with Mike as well, and as soon as my eyes landed on Ben, I said, "Oh, damn…I have a CD for you at home, but I didn't think about you being here today. I'll give it to Jazz to bring you on Monday, okay?"

He grinned and nodded. "Thanks, man…you're a lifesaver. I nearly skipped out on today just to take a nap."

"Ugh, that sucks. Hopefully this'll work for you." I felt a little strange offering it, but Ben had sounded so desperate when he called me Wednesday afternoon that I felt like I had to do something. I caught Jasper's curious look and leaned a little closer to whisper in his ear, "I recorded some Beatles songs for Bella so Ben could try them."

He looked confused for just a moment. "Wait…recorded…you mean it's you singing?"

I nodded, frowning at his disgruntled look.

"Where the hell is my CD?" he asked by way of explanation. I laughed, putting my arm around his waist as he playfully muttered.

I also made a mental note to make Jasper a CD.

Mike took over the introductions as there were a couple of guys Jasper didn't know. I glanced at Jazz often, trying to gauge his reaction as each person was introduced to get a feel for what he thought of them. When Mike got to a guy in the very back, Jasper's eyes widened as he literally did a double-take – his eyes glanced over the man and then snapped back.

"Demetri," Mike said simply, pointing him out. Demetri gave a little wave as Mike concluded, "And Felix." The biggest guy in the group – about four inches taller than Jasper and a hell of a lot wider – nodded, grinning at me.

My eyes drifted back to Demetri when I noticed Jasper watching him intently.

Dear God, tell me that's not an ex-boyfriend…please…

Mike announced that he and Jasper would be the leaders of the two teams and made a big production of having Felix toss a coin to see who would choose first. My focus, however, was on Demetri. My heart sank as I studied him; he was young, in amazing shape, and…gorgeous. I couldn't shake the jealousy and self-consciousness I felt in the wake of Jasper's staring at him.

"Hey," Jasper's voice said quietly as he tugged on my hand. I blinked, glancing around to find that everyone was walking off toward the field. He'd put my backpack and our jackets somewhere, and we were the only two standing there as he watched me with a concerned look on his face. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, feeling bile rise in my throat as I convinced myself that they had been lovers. I couldn't shake the inevitable questions – how did I compare? Did he want Demetri back? Were they...?

I couldn't even finish the last one, couldn't let myself wonder if they were still seeing each other.

Jasper wouldn't.

"Who's that Demetri guy?" I blurted out.

Jasper frowned at me and stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Eric's ex-boyfriend. They were together for a long time, and I'm just…surprised to see him here. Eric didn't mention them getting back together."

"Oh," I breathed – and in truth, it felt like the first breath I'd taken in long minutes. For the first time, I had a sense of understanding, to a certain extent anyway, about why Jasper freaked out on me with both Garrett and Seth - and I didn't have whatever ghosts haunted Jasper stalking me.

I watched the comprehension dawn in his eyes, and he gave me a small, rueful smile. "Sorry, darlin'…I didn't mean to worry you."

I felt heat climbing my neck, both from embarrassment and irritation. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…I mean, I didn't think you…" I trailed off, deciding to quit before I just made it worse. There was a light of understanding in his eyes, anyway, and he nodded.

"Mike snagged you."

"Huh?" I didn't understand what he meant until he nodded toward the field.

"You're on Mike's team. Bastard won the toss and picked you first." Jasper chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Hope you're worth it."

"I'll do my best." I smirked as I took one of the gloves from him. "You know what I say about doing things right…"

As I walked away to join my team, he smacked my ass and grumbled. I didn't catch what he said, but I flashed a smile at him over my shoulder and caught him staring at me. He shook his head, rolling his eyes, but he was grinning when he started walking toward his own team.

For the first few innings, no one scored. I was playing a combination of second base and shortstop as we were short players, and I kept my attention focused on the job at hand. Every time I was waiting to bat, though, my mind – and my eyes – drifted as I watched Jasper and his friends.

Several times, I saw his head bent close to Eric's as they walked onto the field, talking animatedly. Their discussions seemed awfully heavy for Saturday afternoon baseball, but I guess that was to be expected, given what the topic had to be.

As we played, I got to know my teammates a little better. Mike was pitching while Ben played first. Demetri was on our team as well, playing in the outfield, but in the beginning, I knew virtually nothing about our other players, except that they were named Max, Will, and Randall. That changed as the teams began learning each others' tricks and the innings grew longer. We talked idly, standing in the dugout as we waited for our turn to bat, and we hurled insults at Jasper's team, congratulating each other on particularly good ones.

I was laughing when we took the field again, and Jasper altered his path to pass close by me, grabbing my hand for a second as he asked breathlessly, "Having a good time?"

He was sweaty and breathing hard with his face all red, and it took just one look at him to make me wish the game was over. I tried to keep all of that out of my eyes, though, as I said, "Yeah, this is pretty cool."

We were standing halfway between the pitcher's mound and home plate while everyone around us changed sides, but that didn't stop Jasper's eyes from roaming up and down my body. "Can't wait to get you home," he growled lowly for my ears alone. Then he fucking winked and grinned, calling out to Felix as he walked away.

"Jesus," I muttered, shaking my head as I went to take my place.

The game was a grueling one, with both sides playing harder as it went on. The guys were serious about their baseball – there was no messing around, no cheating. The lead passed back and forth several times, but the game stayed close. By the time all was said and done, Jasper's team had beaten us by one run.

They came off the field after the final out, gloating all the way.

Mike grumbled, "Yeah, yeah…just means drinks are on you."

The guys laughed, everyone in good spirits as we put away equipment. They seemed to have some sort of tradition as people dispersed with calls of "See you there!" and the like. Several of the guys stopped by to say it was nice to meet me, and I realized as I was returning the sentiment that it was true – I'd had a fantastic time hanging out with Jasper's friends, and it wasn't just because he was letting me into his life, although that was definitely part of it. They were just cool guys that reminded me a lot of my friends.

Our clothes were soaked, and we were gross, but Jasper insisted that we put our jeans and jackets on anyway. One look at his face ended my grumbling, although nothing could end the distaste I felt at the thick material sliding up my damp skin. He leaned over, kissing me as he handed me my helmet. He muttered against my lips, "Big baby…I'll make it up to you, promise."

I laughed and put on the helmet, climbing onto the bike behind him. Soon we were racing down the streets again, the brisk wind cooling my skin. Jasper pulled up in front of the Cask 'n Flagon and patted my hands on his waist before I got off. He stood with a groan, arching his back before taking his helmet off. He took mine from me, stuffed them both in the saddlebags, and took my hand to lead me inside.

Apparently, they were regulars here because Jasper waved to the bartender and took me straight to a table off to the side, out of view of the doors. The guys were spread out at a tall, round table and two booths, all close enough for everyone to talk.

We sat in a booth with Mike and Ben, who let us know they'd already ordered buffalo wings and a round of beer for us all. As if the mere mention had summoned her, a waitress stopped by with a huge tray that she set down before handing each of us a bottle of Sam Adams and leaving a platter of wings on each table.

Before she could escape, Jasper took her hand to get her attention. Her head whipped around toward him, and I saw the flash of anger in her eyes…before she caught sight of his face. He was wearing a small, playful smile, and his eyes were dancing as he looked up at her. "I'm sorry, darlin'…I didn't mean to startle you," he said. "I was just hoping we might get the Home Plate, too."

She blushed, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she said, "Oh, sure…no problem. Can I get you anything else…?"

The way her voice trailed off, it was clear she was waiting for something. I had no idea what, but my lover did, apparently. "Jasper," he supplied, winking at her. "And thanks…but I think that'll be enough to keep us satisfied."

She smiled, her cheeks still a light pink, and walked away looking a little dazed. Just in the doorway to the kitchen, she ran into another waitress and said something excitedly, and I saw them both peek over toward us before she continued inside. I shook my head and turned my attention back to our table, where I found both Ben and Mike just staring at Jasper.

"What?" he asked innocently.

I snorted. Ben rolled his eyes, but Mike was the one who said, "Dude, that shit is going to get your ass kicked some day."

Jasper laughed. "Oh, really? And how's that? I'm just brightening up the poor girl's day."

I punched his thigh, making him say, "Hey!" but before he could get too upset, I was rubbing it gently, trying to soothe the sting.

"What was that for?" he asked.

Mike's bottle was just in front of his lips when he muttered, "Damn, J…gonna be your own boyfriend that kicks your ass," and laughed, taking a sip.

Ben's eyes widened as he hurriedly sipped his own beer, and Jasper and I both studiously ignored the comment. I hoped like hell he was going to say something about it – even if it was to deny it – but he didn't, and I couldn't take the silence.

"You're way too convincing with that shit…" I said, leaning over to kiss Jasper's cheek. "Makes me wonder if maybe I was right about you that first night."

Jasper laughed as he set down his bottle and licked his lips. He shifted against me, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "Sweetheart, your ass is the only one I'm interested in…just never hurts to play the game, you know?" He squeezed my thigh, his pinky brushing my crotch. I sat up straighter, my eyes widening, making the other guys at our table chuckle.

At Jasper's grin, I couldn't help teasing him. "Just make sure you know which game you want to win." He frowned at me in confusion, but I was kept from answering as our waitress delivered the fries Jasper had ordered, seasoned with another blush from her. She looked irritated when he took no notice of her this time, his attention focused on me.

When she walked away to check on the other guys, I murmured, "I could always let you go home with her. I'm sure Eric'd give me a ride home."

Jasper pinched me hard, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in close and growled, "Don't even fucking think about it. I already told you…you're mine."

I heard the edge of pain in his voice and felt a moment of panic. I wondered if I'd gone too far with my teasing – if bringing up Eric was a low blow. I didn't care who was around us, I needed Jasper to know that wouldn't happen – ever – and that was why I could tease him about it.

I reached up, cupping his cheek as I pulled his lips to mine. I was aware of Mike and Ben turning to each other, talking a little too loudly about the game earlier, but I didn't fucking care. I poured everything I felt for him into that kiss, struggling with myself to keep it largely chaste, and it was a relief when I felt his lips moving with mine. When we parted, I whispered quietly, "Jazz, you know you're the only one for me, right?"

Jesus fucking Christ, Masen…

I couldn't decide if I'd just made it better…or worse. Jasper's eyes were unreadable as he stared at me, his face only inches from mine, but then a smile spread slowly on his lips. He didn't answer – at least not verbally – but he kissed me deeply, his lips parting mine as he gave a quiet moan.

And then he jumped, pulling away suddenly as he hissed, "Fuck!" and grabbed at his shin. Mike's eyes were turned toward the ceiling, but I could see the smile he was struggling to contain. Jasper kicked him back, and Ben burst out laughing.

"Serves you right," Mike said. "No making out when the rest of us can't."

Jasper looked suggestively between Mike and Ben, and the two of them jumped apart, their whole demeanor echoing the "Hell no"s that came out of their mouths. We all laughed, and the moment - and my questions - were forgotten as we began talking to some of the guys at the other tables.

Midway through my second beer – Jasper had switched to tea after the first – I saw Eric get up and walk over to a small table by himself. I thought it was odd, but I couldn't get Jasper's attention without alerting everyone, so I kept it to myself, watching from the corner of my eye. Demetri stood a minute later and walked to the restroom. When he came back, I hid my smile as he went to sit at the table with Eric.

I barely knew Eric, but I liked him for some reason, and it was clear even to me that he wanted Demetri back. I drained the rest of my beer, nudging Jasper's knee and tilting my head slightly toward the two of them.

He smiled and murmured, "Nice…" before turning his attention back to Felix and Mike. They were arguing about a play in the seventh inning, and Jasper was gesturing animatedly, smacking the table to emphasize his point. I sat back, stretching my arm along the back of the booth so I could play with Jasper's hair and rub his neck. I joined in the conversation, getting to know the guys better as the afternoon went on.

After about two hours, people started drifting away, stopping by our table to say goodbye. Jasper's team members also left cash to help cover the bill. Eric walked over with Demetri standing a couple of feet behind him. I gave him a pointed look before glancing over his shoulder, and his grin widened. "Shut up," he muttered under his breath, but I could see the excitement and hope in his eyes.

Soon, the four of us were the only ones left, and I thought maybe Jasper was possibly proving a point by staying the latest – that he was just as much a part of the group as always. Anyone could see that, though. In so many ways, he was the heart of this particular group of friends; they all seemed to watch and listen to him, to revolve around him in a sense. He had nothing to worry about.

He surprised me, though, when he laced his fingers through mine and said, "Sorry, guys, but we're gonna head out. I want to get Edward home."

"We don't have to, baby," I said automatically, and he gave me his crooked grin.

"Oh, I want to," he answered.

"Aaand that's my cue," Mike said, laughing. We all stood, talking for a few more minutes at the end of the table while Jasper went to pay the bill. Before long, we'd said our final goodbyes with Mike and Ben both giving me the guy-hug. They told me not to be a stranger, and within moments, I was back on Jasper's bike, heading toward my house.

We were sticky with dried sweat and just generally gross, so without even really talking about it, we kicked off our shoes, hung up our jackets and helmets, and headed up the stairs. When we walked into my room, I went to the closet to drop the backpack on the floor and came back out to find a naked Jasper standing in my bathroom, his hand stretched under the water running in the shower.

He gave me a devilish grin and said, "What are you doing still dressed, Dr. Masen?"

I shook my head, amazed that he was still feeling so…energetic…after the busy day we'd had. He must've seen the exhaustion on my face because he chuckled and dried his hands on a towel before heading over to me. He undressed me tenderly, his lips caressing my body despite the sweat and dirt on my skin. "Come on, baby," he whispered, stepping behind me and guiding me toward the shower.

I moaned as soon as the hot flow hit my skin. My head tilted back as I relished the feeling of the cleansing water washing the dirt from my hair. Jasper joined me, closing the shower door, and his hands seemed to be everywhere as they cleaned and massaged my body. The steam brought with it the fragrance of sage and cedar, making my shoulders sink as I inhaled deeply, relaxing.

I frowned when his hands left me and opened my eyes to see him cleaning himself quickly. When I reached out to help him, he swatted my hands away, giving me a playful smile over his shoulder. He washed his hair without pause, but when I went to do the same, he caught my wrist. "Uh uh," he said simply.

I furrowed my brow, trying to figure out what he was up to, but my brain seemed to be fuzzy as the hot water worked its magic. My chest was growing cold, so I turned around to face my showerhead, my eyes drifting closed as I let my head fall back. I was swaying slightly, and I felt a moment of utter serenity as I listened to Jasper washing behind me.

Then his hands were there, his fingertips scratching my scalp lightly as he washed my hair. I sighed appreciatively and leaned back against him. He chuckled, wrapping one arm around my waist as he held me steady. I could feel him semi-hard against my thigh, and I bit my bottom lip as I felt my own desire stirring.

"Turn around, sweetheart," he murmured, and I did as he asked. He tilted my head back, rinsing the suds away, and then his hands moved to my hips. I felt a rush of cold air when his showerhead cut off.

I opened my eyes, ready to grumble that I didn't want to get out yet, but what I saw before me was not a Jasper who was leaving the shower. He was on his knees, his full bottom lip between his teeth as he gazed up at me. His blond hair was slicked back, making his blue eyes seem all the bigger.

Beautiful.

I reached out, brushing his cheek with the back of my fingers as I said, "What are you doing, baby?"

He smirked up at me. "Do you really have to ask?"

Before I could say anything else, he leaned forward, taking my cock between his lips. He hummed and licked at the underside, sucking gently as he coaxed me into growing harder, each passage of his lips nudging me toward alertness.

Soon, my fingers were tangled in his hair, my eyes wide as I watched his masterful mouth at work. He licked and sucked, the tip of his tongue trailing along my length before his head lowered to take one of my balls into his mouth. Whenever his lips left me, his hand filled the void, the warmth of his palm stroking me from base to head.

I was panting and light-headed, and I reached out to brace myself against the wall. "Jesus…fuck, Jasper…" I pulled his hair harder than I intended when his teeth scraped my skin deliciously.

I felt him smiling around me, his left hand moving to grip the back of my thigh as he held me in place. As his mouth worked me over, his skillful tongue bringing me pleasure of the highest order, his right hand encircled my base, pumping me in time, while his left hand began drifting. His fingertips, slick from the water and shampoo, brushed teasingly against my entrance, never probing, simply bringing my attention to the most sensitive places on my body.

It was too much, the feeling of Jasper surrounding me, taking such care with me, and his tongue flicking at the tip of my cock was pure heaven. My knees felt like they would buckle as my fingertips gripped the smooth walls of the shower, trying to find purchase. It was no use – I could no more hold onto the glass than I could hold back the surge of pleasure raging through me.

I stiffened, my thighs and ass clenching as my release spilled down Jasper's throat in long spurts he swallowed with a hungry moan. He wasn't finished, lavishing my dick with kisses and licks as he stroked me, making sure he didn't miss a drop. My hands moved back to his head, where I could see them trembling as I struggled to stay upright. With a self-satisfied smile, Jasper placed a small kiss on each of my thighs and stood, pulling me into his arms.

I buried my head in the crook of his neck, grateful for the support and for simply feeling the man I loved hold me close. My arms were around him, my hands gripping his shoulders, and when I finally felt strong enough, I began kissing along his neck, one hand drifting down to his thigh.

I was intent on returning the favor, but before I could touch him, Jasper pulled my hand away. He waited until I looked up at him before he said, "This was about you."

He must've seen the confusion on my face. I could feel him, hard and thick against my abdomen, but he just smiled and shook his head. "Not everything has to be reciprocal, Edward. I just wanted to…" He shrugged. I still didn't say anything, and he chuckled as he leaned in to whisper, "Sometimes delayed gratification is best, right?"

I could barely hear him over the spray of the shower – which was now cooling rapidly – but I felt the gravity of his words. He meant what he said, and for some reason that I wasn't even close to understanding, it was important to him. He really did want to give me this…with nothing in return.

I felt mildly frustrated that I couldn't offer him the same release, but it didn't seem to be about that for him, and I did my best to push my own feelings and desires aside as we stepped out of the shower and dried off. His eyes were happy and bright as he teased me about being exhausted. His playful mood was catching, and I found myself joking with him.

Neither of us felt like going out again, so we dressed in pajama pants and t-shirts, preparing to be complete bums. I was planning to go downstairs to find something for dinner even though I wasn't really hungry yet, but Jasper led me to the bed and pushed me down by the shoulders. "You need to rest," he said simply.

When I frowned at him, he motioned to his pants – yellow and black plaid – and said, "Does it look like I'm going anywhere?"

I chuckled and shook my head while he pulled back the covers and made me lie down. He leaned over me, whispering, "I'll be downstairs watching some TV when you wake up. Have a good nap, baby." He kissed my forehead and brushed my hair out of my eyes, and I was horrified to feel a lump in my throat at the gesture.

If he noticed, he didn't let on; he just walked out of the room, flipping off the light and closing the door. I was sure I wouldn't be able to sleep with my mind reeling, trying to figure out what was happening, but oblivion overtook me, and it felt like only moments later when I awoke to the smell of something cooking downstairs.

I rolled over so I could see the clock, and my eyes flew wide when I saw that I'd been asleep for over three hours.

Holy shit…some "nap"…

It was nearly eleven o'clock. I sat up straight, yawning as I blinked in the darkness of my room before I decided to see what was going on.

I made my way downstairs to find that Jasper had soft music playing in the den, but he wasn't there when I poked my head in. I found him in the kitchen, humming as he leaned down to check something in the oven. Without turning around, he said, "Morning, sunshine," before standing and smiling at me.

"Morning," I mumbled, stifling a yawn with my fist. I blinked again, and his grin widened.

He stepped over to me and put his arms around my waist, whispering, "You're too damn cute for my own good."

I kissed him chastely, mindful of my terrible breath, but he wasn't having any of it as he deepened our kiss before pulling away again. "Pizza alright?" he asked.

My stomach growled at the sound of it, and I nodded with a smile as I went to pull two beers from the fridge. "Sorry about that…" My voice was deep and rough with sleep, but clearing my throat didn't really help. I took a pull from my beer instead and took them both to the bar, where I sat as I tried to wake up.

"Don't be. You were exhausted. And you had a lot more to drink than I did." He grinned at me as he pulled the pizza from the oven. He pulled open a few drawers before finding the pizza cutter and then sliced it before bringing it over to the bar. He put the pan on a trivet, grabbed some paper towels, and we shared our meal right there.

The whole day had felt strangely surreal and absolutely right all at once. I wondered vaguely if I was in some sort of alternate universe – or perhaps a dream – where Jasper's fears had all melted away, and he was truly mine at last. It certainly seemed that way as the rest of the night passed comfortably. We ate and watched a little more Stargate, and I was still tired when Jasper began yawning as well.

After cleaning up our mess, we walked upstairs together with Jasper leading the way as his hand held mine. At the side of my bed, he took his t-shirt off and pushed his pants off his hips before crawling under the covers. I grinned and did the same, the sight of him that way making me realize that I did have a bit more energy, after all.

We made love in the darkness of my room, our bodies becoming so entangled that it was hard to tell where we were separated. As I thrust into Jasper again and again, my I love you's were a silent mantra in my mind. The way he clung to me, his lips never leaving mine, made me hope that he felt the same.

At last sated and cleaned, we fell asleep at once. I was the first to wake the next morning, partially because of my nap the night before – and partially because Jasper was snoring like a freight train. I was face down, my arms wrapped around my pillow, and I could see him when I opened my eyes; he was lying flat on his back, his arms thrown over his head, and his mouth was wide open. I chuckled before closing my eyes, trying to find that blissful sleepy place again, but it was no use. The noise was too much.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, resting my elbows on my knees and scrubbing my face with my hands as I grumbled, "It's a damn good thing I love you so much."

Realizing at once what I'd said, I sat up straight and turned to look over my shoulder at Jasper. His snoring was unbroken, so I knew he was truly asleep. My breath caught in my throat, and I just couldn't stop myself. I turned so that I could reach him, and my hand was on his chest when I whispered, "I love you, Jasper."

It felt so damn good to say the words out loud that I knew I was in trouble. I needed to get out of here – now – to clear my head and let me focus again on why I shouldn't say that…why I couldn't take that step until he was ready. Pushing away from the bed, I did the only thing I knew to do.

I pulled open my nightstand drawer and grabbed my journal, turning to the back and ripping a page out. I scrawled a note to Jasper, letting him know that I was going running but would be back soon, and left it on the nightstand before putting my notebook away. The dresser drawer scraped when I opened it to pull out a pair of track pants, and Jasper made a strange gasping, stuttering snore. He sat up suddenly, saying, "Huh?" just like last time.

I had to laugh. The sight of him, confused and sleepy but in my bed, brought everything back into focus for me. I could do this – I could wait – because he was worth it. "Sorry, baby," I whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep."

"Imup," he muttered, suppressing a yawn. "Time's it?"

I crossed the room, kneeling on the edge of the bed as I stretched to kiss him. "Just after seven, sweetheart. You can sleep as long as you want."

He heard something in my voice that he didn't like, something that made the sleep clear from his eyes as he said, "Where are you going?"

I sat down beside him, taking his hand. "Just going for a run…I woke up a little early."

He flopped back on the bed, rubbing both eyes with the heels of his hands. When he spoke again, his voice was much clearer. "Do you have some clothes I can borrow?"

I protested, telling him again that he should sleep, but he wouldn't hear of it. He cajoled me with kisses and whispered words, but in the end, it was something simple that broke down my resistance.

"You're leaving tomorrow, Edward. I just want to spend time with you."

"Okay," I said quietly. "Help yourself…" I nodded to the dresser, and within minutes, we were both dressed and downstairs, putting our tennis shoes on at the door. The sight of Jasper in a tight t-shirt and a pair of track pants was certainly enough to catch my eye, and I wondered how, exactly, I was going to get through the run without ravaging him a few blocks from home.

He winked as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, and then he took off, jogging down the walkway and halfway down the block while I locked the door. "Punk," I muttered, but there was a grin on my face as I went to catch up with him.

Despite a little teasing along the way, it was actually very easy to run with Jasper. We were roughly the same height, so we had similar strides, and he was clearly in shape. I took him on one of my normal routes, and by the time we'd run the two-mile circuit, we were breathing a little harder and once again covered in sweat.

Our shower this time was dampened by a melancholy that seemed to seep into both of us from time to time. We cleaned one another and shared kisses and caresses, but it was mostly about just spending those moments together.

The rest of the day passed in much the same way. Jasper took me out for another ride on his bike, and we drove aimlessly before I gave him directions to Kettle Cove Village. I had no idea if Collin and Brady were around, nor did I plan to stop, but I was enjoying my time on the back of Jasper's motorcycle far too much to be stuck in the stop-and-go traffic of Boston.

We drove the hour out to the beach with the wind whistling in our ears and my arms wrapped firmly around his waist. I had him swing by Collin's house, but it wasn't until he'd driven into Salem that I was able to explain that that was where I'd spent my Labor Day in a drunken stupor. He chuckled as he wheeled the bike to a stop in a parking lot at the end of a street with several restaurants and took off his helmet. He waited until I'd removed mine and kissed me as he murmured, "Let's not be that stupid again, huh?"

"Sounds good to me," I answered with a smile. We climbed off the bike and locked the helmets away, strolling hand-in-hand down the street. We picked a restaurant at random and enjoyed a lunch of seafood while watching the ocean. Jasper's lobster macaroni and cheese was unbelievable, but he ended up eating nearly half of my yellow curry while I gave him a hard time about his growing love for Asian food.

I could tell we were both clinging to the day, stretching out the minutes as much as we could, but before long, we were on our way back to my house. When we arrived, Jasper waited until I'd kicked off my shoes before pressing me against the wall and kissing me hard. His hands roamed my sides and over my hips, moving to cup my ass as he pulled me close. "Can I have you again? Please?" He didn't give me a chance to answer as he crashed his lips to mine again, pulling away only long enough to utter phrases like "Just one more time" and "Don't know if I can wait a week…"

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away at last, a smile flirting with my lips as I said, "Take me upstairs already, will you?"

Excitement was building in my belly as we climbed the stairs, and the rest of the afternoon was spent naked in my bed. We brought each other to the brink again and again with lips and hands and teasing before Jasper finally made love to me. As I lay beneath him, staring up at his face, I tried to memorize every detail – the way his pursed lips created that little dimple in his chin, the way his eyelids fluttered just before his eyes rolled back in his head, the way his hips rolled and writhed, staying close to mine.

His eyes flickered across my face, and he leaned down often, kissing my nose, my cheeks, my lips. He buried his face in my neck; I could just hear his voice whispering something, but it was too low for me to hear. I understood, though. I could feel what he couldn't say in the way he treated me, the way he looked at me like I was someone precious.

I stroked my length as I watched him, and he matched his pace to mine. When he heard my intake of breath and saw my hand speed, his thrusts increased. His eyes drifted closed only to open suddenly again as if he didn't want to miss anything, and it was with whispered grunts and moans that we came as one.

Much too soon for my liking, our time came to an end. Our feet were dragging as we got dressed and gathered Jasper's belongings again. He kissed me at the doorstep, our lips parting as his tongue brushed mine hungrily. At once, he stepped away as if forcing himself.

Looking into my eyes, he said, "See you tomorrow, Princess," and smiled, reaching out to caress my cheek.

I nodded, unable to trust my own voice, and watched him climb onto his bike and speed away before going back inside to finish packing.

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Chapter 14 ~ Chapter 16

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