Locke: Outtakes

1/28/2020

Locke Outtake Seven: After the Shot, Bella's Point of view

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After the Shot: Bella's Point of View

This outtake contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. 18+

It had been three weeks since New Year’s Day. Thankfully, we were back in Dallas. Jasper had not one but two appointments that morning. The first was in the hyperbaric chamber and then with his therapist. He found them both exhausting, so after I dropped him off to take a nap. I needed to do a bit of shopping.

We were mostly living out of his hotel. My bed was too small for him to be comfortable. I refused to leave him alone for any amount of time. Honestly, I knew his wounds weren’t that bad, but I was still scared to lose him. It was hard to be apart. But in my heart, I knew that he needed me just as much.

Running to the store, I picked up more of his medication and the supplies I needed to pack his wounds. While I waited for his prescription, I selected snacks and things to keep us entertained that evening. We were spending a lot of time in bed watching Netflix or reading. I was getting a ton of editing done.

Then I got to the small art supply section. I hadn’t seen him draw since he was shot. Running my fingers over one of the leather journals, it only took a second to decide I would get him a gift.

To go with his new art book, I also picked out some better quality colored pencils, a box to put them in, and a sharpener. Finally, I got some smudging sticks and a gummy eraser. His mother had gotten him some nicer markers at Christmas, but I wasn’t sure if he had these.

When I got to the hotel door, I realized I had forgotten my keycard. I knocked on it twice, having to adjust the bags in my arms awkwardly so that I wouldn’t drop them. It took him a few minutes to shuffle out of bed, opening it just a crack to see who it was on the other side. He expected me to come in.

“Oh, darlin,” he mumbled, opening it the rest of the way. Jasper was only in his sleep pants, his arm in a sling. With the other, he quickly reached for some bags. I allowed him to take the lightest. “I’m sorry. Here, let me help you.”

“It’s okay. I got it,” I promised. “I’m sorry that I woke you.”

“No. It’s okay. I’ve been asleep for like three hours now. I need to get my ass up,” he practically slurred, ambling towards the table. He could barely lift his feet, he was so exhausted. I pouted a little. Placing the bags on top, he leaned against it. “Is there more in the car?”

“No. This is it,” I answered as I shut the door behind us, locking it. I went to stand beside him. When my hands were free, I ran them gently down his back. I kissed his shoulder. “Why don’t we change your packing? And then I’ve got you something to eat and a treat.”

He groaned softly. “Could we-”

“Jasper,” I interrupted, my voice firm. We did this almost every time. He hated it with a fiery passion and tried to put it off for as long as possible. At first, I allowed it. But when I realized what was happening, I started putting my foot down.

“Fine,” he answered with a sigh, taking the sling from around his neck before tossing it onto the table with a dull plastic thud. Jasper sat down in a chair, pouting like a child as he did. With his hands in his lap, his eyes stared forward.

First, I got the stapled bag with his pain pills. I took one of them out and brought it to him. It was large, oval-shaped, and white. He despised them and how dizzy they made him feel. Taking it from me with a frown, he popped it into his mouth once I handed him the bottle of water. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the action, the tablet challenging to get down.

I lined up all the supplies while he sat in silence. He began ripping off the old bandaging, stuffing it into one of the empty bags right away so that he wouldn’t have to look at the blood and gore left on them. He kept his eyes straight ahead, his mouth a tight, angry frown.

After washing my hands, I started to clean his wounds. Biting my lip, I considered asking him a question, but I kept it to myself. He glanced up, scrunching up his face as he examined me.

“What?” Jasper questioned gently.

I thought about just shaking my head and ignoring him, but I was too curious. “How many times have you been shot?” I asked, wiping away some excess antiseptic on his pec. It was an odd brown-red color, drying quickly. It stained everything.

“Several,” he said blandly.

“Is this your first time while in the FBI?” I inquired next, going to get the gauze.

With his eyes still ahead, Jasper slowly shook his head. “No.” He snorted softly before smiling for a second. “I was once when I first started. Within two months, but it was just a graze with a small-caliber. Idiot dropped his gun and tried to reach for it. And it went off. He had surrendered, too.” He lifted his pants leg to show me the tiny red scar. No hair grew around the little patch. “He kept apologizing, saying he didn’t mean to.”

Since he was willing to tell me about that, I went further. “What about the other times?”

“Do you really want to know about that?” He asked in return. I nodded. “I’ll tell you one day, I promise. I’m not sure that I’m ready yet. This is still too fresh. It makes them all hurt.”

“Okay. I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “No rush. I was just curious.”

“No.” He shook his head, reaching for me with his right arm. He ran his hand down to my wrist. “Normally, it would be fine. It’s just-” he stopped himself and sighed. His fist dropped back down into his lap. “I really dislike that you have to take care of me.”

“Well, it doesn’t bother me at all,” I told him honestly, carefully putting the packing into place. He grimaced slightly. Next, I put the new gauze on. He took over, holding it so that I could get the tape.

Jasper smirked a little. “I know. It’s because you’re so great at it. You always know exactly what to do.”

I quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek.

When I finished, I went to go wash my hands once again after throwing all the trash away. He hadn’t moved from the chair, so I sat down in his lap. He put his uninjured arm around me, gingerly raising the other to push my hair out of my eyes.

“Thank you,” he finally said, leaning his face against mine.

“Of course,” I replied, turning to kiss his cheek once again. This one was lingering, though. “My big strong hero.”

Jasper scoffed. “Hardly.” He tried to look away from me.

I sharply took his chin. “No. You will not act like that just because I woke you up from your nap.”

“I’m sorry,” he remarked quickly, averting his eyes even as I held his face.

Carefully brushing my fingers through his wild blond curls, I pressed my lips to his forehead. “It’s okay. I know that it’s more than that, but I won’t let you make up lies because you’re depressed right now. You’re my hero. It’s a fact whether you like it or not.”

His arm tightened around me, and Jasper buried his face in my neck. Lightly, he pecked it. “Mm, you’re my angel.”

“So, are you ready to eat, handsome?” I questioned, tilting my head to the side a bit to give him better access. He shook his head just a little. “Would you like your gift then? I got you something to do tonight.”

Pulling back, Jasper put his chin on my shoulder. “Oh? What’s that?”

I reached forward and took the bag with all the supplies in it and placed it in my lap for him to examine. Carefully, he sorted through it. His teeth began to dig into his bottom lip, his breathing picking up.

“Is it okay?” I asked worriedly.

“Yeah!” He promptly responded. “It’s great, darlin.” Taking the book out, he opened it up to feel the paper against his fingertips. “Thank you. This is awesome. It’s very thoughtful.”

“Would you draw me a picture tonight?” I began to kiss his ear lightly, letting my lips linger against it. I wanted to give him a project, something to focus on, and I knew he would do whatever I asked him to.

Jasper hummed for a moment, smiling just a little. “What shall I draw you?”

“Anything you want.”

“And what if I want to sketch you in the nude?” He offered seductively.

I pulled my hair away from my neck for him. “If that’s what you want.”

Slowly, he began to undo the buttons of my red flannel shirt. Underneath, I was wearing a tank top. He pushed his hand inside, his nose going over the back of my ear. “It might take hours to do it in the detail that I’d want to.”

“Well, you better have me stretch out in a comfortable position then,” I smirked at him. Jasper chuckled softly. “I don’t mind,” I swore. “I’ll do whatever you want.” Especially if it made him smile again.

“Get undressed for me,” he demanded in a low tone, pulling at my tank top so that it came out of my jeans.

I stood up and threw off my flannel first, tossing it into his lap. Then I kicked off my sneakers. Leaning forward, he popped the button on my pants for me. Wiggling them down my thighs, I pushed them all the way to the floor. When I bent down to remove my socks, Jasper stopped me.

“No. Leave those on. And your panties. Take off your shirt, though.”

Removing my tank top, I put it on top of the other one in his lap. “What about the bra?”

His eyes raked slowly over my body. Sitting around and doing nothing but stress eating ‘helped’ me gain all but ten pounds of my weight loss back. He was happy about that, especially since it went straight to my chest and thighs.

“Take it off.”

Popping the hooks, I added it to the growing pile.

We hadn’t done anything since the day he was injured. He had been in too much pain, and I was too afraid of hurting him. But I longed for him, and I wanted him to take control, even in just a little way. Neither of us was ready for a scene, but this was different.

“How do you want me?”

Jasper picked up the journal and opened it up so that it was lying flat on the tabletop. He pointed to the couch. It was a gray microfiber with large buttons, the back high. “Get a blanket from the bed,” he instructed. “And some pillows.”

Tossing them onto the sofa, I pulled the soft white down comforter off to drag along with me. Playfully, I wrapped it around me like a hood and cape, going over to flop onto the cushions. “Like this?”

“Get comfortable.” He genuinely smiled at my attitude. Going to his luggage, he pulled out his other tin of art supplies. He kept them in the one I gave to him with cookies. Putting it on the table, he walked to the couch. “Lay back and put your feet up.”

I did as I was told. He adjusted my arms a little, moving the blanket so that it was opened over my stomach and legs but covered my breasts. He rested one of my feet on top of my calf, bending my leg at an angle.

“That’s perfect,” he concluded when he finished arranging me how he wanted me, sprawling out across the couch. Running his fingers up my thigh, he moved them over my bare belly for just a second. “You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I answered as I blushed. It was so hard not to argue, but I wouldn’t spoil this for him with that. He hated it when I disagreed with him.

He leaned over for a moment to kiss me, one arm holding himself up while he automatically held the other to his chest. It hurt whenever he moved it, tugging at the wounds. I tried my very best not to shift from the position that he put me in, just tilting my head back for his sweet mouth.

Sitting down at the table, he quickly began the light outline in pencil. It was amazing to watch him work with so much concentration. Obviously, he was enjoying himself, too. His eyes traced every inch of my body repeatedly.

“Draw me like one of your French girls,” I teased in a hushed voice, making him stop. Laughing, he looked away from me for a second.

“Need to get you one of those big-ass tacky necklaces,” he mumbled, sharpening his pencil.

“No. I need a collar.”

Jasper stopped again, the pencil resting in his right hand on the table. His eyes got a little wider. He liked that idea a lot. “Hm…” he murmured as his cheeks flushed.

“Have you drawn me in one already?” I questioned with a smirk. He didn’t answer. “I want to see it. Is that all I’m wearing?” He still didn’t speak, his face getting redder. His grin pushed to the left side of his mouth, his eyes on the paper. “Jasper!”

“You’re assuming there is just one,” he interjected. I hadn’t looked at the art book he had kept only for me, but I knew he had finished filling its pages. And that it was sitting in the safe with his guns, my books, and usually his wallet. He considered these the most important things in his life, not in that order.

I giggled. “What kind of collar?”

“Different styles,” he said as he continued to draw.

“If you were to buy me one, what would you have me wear?” I pressed.

He ran his tongue over his teeth for a moment, his eyes moving over my legs. Finally, he smiled. “There are a few I like that I’ve put on my list of things I’ll buy when I get a place.”

“Oh! A few?” I excitedly declared. “Tell me about them. Which is your favorite?”

“I think I’d have to see them all on you first before I decide,” he replied, taking another pencil out of the tin. “There is one that is bejeweled with an O-ring that I think I’d enjoy at least drawing you in. I mean, with you as a live model and not from my imagination.”

“Order it, and we can do that soon,” I offered.

“You’ll let me sketch you naked repeatedly?” He teased with a smirk. I just nodded. “You’re too good to me.”

I scoffed softly. “You know I enjoy this, too. I may be quiet, but I am an exhibitionist. I enjoy showing off for the right person.”

“Am I?” He asked, his eyes on mine. “Am I the right one?” I winked at him, making him chuckle.

“Tell me about the others,” I giggled.

“Mm… there’s a thick red leather one, it has an O-ring, too. A black one that looks like a belt. And something studded. It’s thin. They’re all going to look incredibly sexy on you.”

“Do they come with a leash?”

“One, but that’s not really what I want them for. You’re not a bitch, and I’ll not lead you around like a dog,” Jasper earnestly stated.

“What do you want them for?” I urged softly, biting my bottom lip as I felt my cheeks heat. He was turning me on so much.

“The ones with the rings I’d like to use for clamps. On your nipples and between your legs. Connect them with a chain.” My mouth hung open in a horny grin. “I want to fuck you from behind while you’re on your hands and knees, but only after I give you a good spanking and spend some time with the riding crop.”

“Can you use the flogger, too?” I hopefully asked.

He looked up at me. “Do you want me to?” I nodded slowly. Jasper adjusted in his seat, a little aroused, too. “I definitely will.”

“You’ll need to gag me if you do that. There is no way I could be quiet for even a second.”

“I know,” he smirked.

Biting my lip, I considered my next question. “If I’m wearing your collar, will that make you my Master?”

He tilted his head to the side as he considered what he wanted to say. His tongue darted out for a moment to lick his bottom lip. “I’ve never really thought of myself as that,” he replied quietly. He absently went to scratch his wound, just the edge of the gauze and tape. His voice was getting higher as the pain pill kicked in fully. “No one has ever called me ‘master.’ I’ve almost always been ‘sir.’”

“Is that something you want to try?”

Jasper pursed his lips for a moment. “I don’t know. I don’t really want to be your ‘Master.’”

“Wanna be my Daddy?” I asked in a childish voice, surprising him.

Laughing loudly, he sat back in the chair. “Someone has called me that,” he admitted. Jasper looked away, his cheeks pink before he cleared his throat. “Alice, actually.”

“I know,” I snickered. “I’m well aware of her kinks. I write stories for her all the time,” I reminded him playfully. “I really want to ask for your versions of your experiences with her, just to see how it compares.”

“Are you sure you’d want that? Do you want to know how I worked over your best friend?”

It was hard not to snort at how he worded it. “I already know in elaborate detail.”

He chewed on the end of his pencil. “I don’t know if I could add anything to the story then. I imagine I’m more clinical in my descriptions. She’s a decent storyteller.”

“She can’t tell me if you liked it or not.”

Jasper leaned on his uninjured hand, his elbow on the table. “Well, it happened more than once, so I didn’t dislike it, but she’s not on that couch right now. What does that tell you?”

“That you don’t wish to hurt my feelings by telling me that, yes, you enjoyed boning my best friend.” He laughed again. “You can enjoy the sex but not be into a person romantically.”

Sighing at my attitude, he rolled his eyes. I wouldn’t give up. “Yes, it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t what I’d want regularly, but she is fun to spend time with. Actually, her personality is great, and I like hanging out with her nonsexually. But I’m not really attracted to her that way. She’s pretty, sure. But she’s not got what turns me on.”

“Which is?”

He stood up from his chair, putting his pencil down on the tabletop. Jasper pushed the blanket away from my body, leaning down to run his fingers first over my lips and down my chin. They smoothed down the center of my chest. “Can I just say all of this?” He quipped as his palm traced my hip.

Pushing up on one hand, I tugged him to me with a kiss. His fingers curled over my cheek, squeezing my ass as it became more intense. Drawing back suddenly, he struck it with a pop.

I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth. “Harder,” I breathed.

He pushed me onto my stomach roughly with his palm on my hip and began to hit me repeatedly, moving from one cheek to the other. I pressed my face into the pillow, moaning and giggling in pleasure. He chuckled, gripping one side tightly for a second. Kneeling over me, he leaned down to kiss between my shoulders.

“Your ass looks so good,” Jasper whispered in my ear, his palm sliding down underneath the fabric of my panties.

I missed the attention desperately. His expert fingers began to play with me, moving inside me. I was already wet from all the flirting and spanking. Carefully, he pulled my underwear down my legs as he kneeled.

With me on my stomach, he began to eat me from behind. My arms were pinned underneath me, my fingers curling into the blanket that was still tucked beneath my body. He moaned against me, enjoying the taste. He continued to toy with me with his hand.

After making me cum twice, he began to kiss up my back until he pressed his face into my shoulder blades. “Wow. I’m so dizzy right now.”

“Oh!” I quickly shifted so that I could roll over onto my back. Sitting up, I made room for him beside me. “Are you okay?” I asked as I pulled him onto the cushion.

His head leaned against it. “Yeah, just the pill and all the blood is in my cock now,” he joked, pulling me into a kiss.

I giggled against his mouth, rubbing my fingers through his hair. “What would you like to do? What do you think you’re up to?”

“Come here,” he mumbled before he pulled me into his lap. Within a moment, he readjusted so that he was inside me, his arm around my waist. He just removed himself from his sleep pants.

My fingers rested on his shoulders gently, too afraid to move. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Put your hands on the back of the couch,” he offered. I did so, stretching my arms out above my head to reach. He smiled when I had to adjust a bit, and my breasts swung in his face. “Yeah, just like that, darlin.”

With his palm in the middle of my back, he held me to his chest as I rode him. His other hand rested lightly on my waist. Sliding it down my spine, he gripped my ass so hard that I called out in surprise. My head fell forward as I came once again.

“I love you,” he gasped against my skin. “Fuck. Bella,” Jasper moaned my name against my heart as he followed behind. “I love you,” he repeated, resting his forehead against my breast.

Bringing him quickly into a kiss, I breathlessly showed him how much I adored him. “Are you okay?” Nodding, he smiled up at me. I pushed his damp hair out of his face. “I love you, too.” His eyes sort of drifted closed as he laid his head against me. “Dizzy still?”

“Yeah. Fuck,” he grumbled.

“Why don’t we get cleaned up and I’ll get you something to eat? That’ll make you feel better.” He nodded against my chest. “You’re not in pain? Does anything hurt?”

“No,” he chuckled, bringing his hand up to my jaw. “Let’s get something to eat, though. You’re right. That’ll probably help. Why don’t we go down to the restaurant, huh? We should get out of this room for a little while.”

Putting both of my hands on his jaw, I gave him a slow and gentle kiss. “I’d love that.”

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1/21/2020

Locke Outtake Six: Alternative Universe: If Edward was smoother.

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Locke Outtake: If Edward was slightly smoother, Bella's Point of View

This an alternative universe outtake that does not take place in the Locke story. This story contains graphic sexual depictions. Reader discretion is advised. 18+

It was only two days after the ‘hotel incident,’ as I was referring to it in my head. Jasper had returned to Albany, and I was missing him already. We didn’t get to speak that much, only a few texts here or there.

I got up early because I needed to run some errands. My truck needed an oil change and a new front tire. And I had to go to the dry cleaners and run to the grocery store. I was already dreading the workload.

Dragging my feet getting ready, I showered, blow-dried my hair, and finally got dressed. Tanya had given her goodbyes when we passed each other going to the bathroom. She had an early modeling shoot before working at an event later in the day. It was brief and a little awkward, but that might have been because of me. She was trying. I just felt weird.

When I came out of my bedroom, Edward was leaving Tanya’s. He was wearing his forest-green scrubs that matched his eyes, his hair slicked back away from his forehead. My heart sped up when I saw him.

“Bella,” he greeted with a small smile. He was blushing a bit. “Or should I say, Marie?”

Laughing awkwardly, I glanced away as I flushed, too. “Um… When I play, it’s actually Isabella,” I explained before scrunching up my nose. “I’m sorry that I freaked out on you. I was just so worried that you were hurting my friend.”

“No.” He shook his head quickly. “I get it. I do. I’m happy that you care so much about her. It’s nice to know that you would fight for her. I really thought you’d punch me, though,” he laughed.

I covered my face with my hands to hide my brightening blush. “Oh, I was.”

“Thank you for your restraint,” he teased, lightly touching my arm. The contact was electric, even if he was gentle. “I mean, it’s something that I’m into, just not when I’m not expecting it.”

“I was planning on decking you in the face and knocking your lights right out. I don’t think you’re into that.”

“You could have certainly tried,” he smirked as he looked me over as if he was sizing me up for a fight. “I’d like to see your effort.”

I tilted my head to the side to look at him. “Do you really want me to punch you?”

Edward ran his tongue over his teeth slowly, his dark eyes focused on my face. “No. I want you to try so that we can wrestle around on the floor before I pin you down and fuck you hard.” I gasped. “I’m sorry, I just blurted that out. Jesus.” He looked away from me as he flushed himself. “I- I didn’t mean to-” he cleared his throat, looking down at his feet. “What the fuck am I doing? Why am I so nervous?”

“Why are you nervous?” I repeated.

He came just a little closer to me. “Because I really want you. Right now. But I’m sure your boyfriend would kill me if I tried.”

I opened my mouth slowly, but no sound came out. Swallowing, I stared at his face. I was too much in shock to look away. Finally, I whispered. “He’s not my boyfriend, actually.”

“Why?”

“What?” I asked in confusion.

He took a step toward me. “Why is that idiot not dating you?”

Laughing, I shook my head. “He’s not here enough. He works a lot, and his job is important. I realize that he doesn’t have time for me or some outdated romantic ideals that I might have. Jasper is my friend. That’s all. We have fun when we’re together, but he’s made it clear that’s all I am.”

“Do you want more?”

“Does it matter what I want?”

He put his hand on my cheek, his thumb gently brushing over my temple. “It should, Bella. He’s a fool for not-” Edward stopped, shaking his head. “I agree with you. He’s not here enough. You deserve more attention and effort than that. I know Tanya worries about you being lonely.”

I brought my hand up to his wrist, but he didn’t move. His smooth palm pressed against my skin as his fingers curled into my hair. He leaned in a bit, his face so close to mine that I could taste his sweet breath on my tongue. It was minty from just being brushed.

“You shouldn’t do that. Tanya-” I began just before his lips pressed to mine.

He tugged me closer with his other hand. My waist was flush with his own as my head tilted back against the force of his mouth. “Shh. It’s okay. She knows,” he said when he pulled away for just a second before kissing me again more forcefully.

Sliding it down to my ass, he cupped it as he held my body to his for a long, delicious moment. My fingers gripped onto his shirt, just holding on as he ravished my mouth. When he pulled away, he did so with my lip between his teeth.

“I have always thought you had the most perfect lips of any woman that I have ever seen,” he declared against them, brushing his thumb along my chin. “Women pay thousands of dollars to have lips like these.” He kissed me again, this time more urgently. I moaned softly. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Have you?” I whispered in surprise. There was no way he could want me. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

Pressing his nose to my hair, he breathed me in. “I’ve wanted you since before I saw you on your knees in that hotel room, Isabella. I can’t tell you all the fantasies I’ve had about you.” He kissed my cheek. “I never imagined you might want to do them, too.”

“Like?” My mouth asked before I could stop myself.

Edward began to kiss my neck below my ear, his hand holding my throat as he did. His teeth slowly dug into my skin, biting me gently. Whimpering, my fingers automatically went to the back of his head to hold him to me. Then again, deeper.

“Oh, god… Edward…” I called his name, trying to get my mind to function again. His other hand gripped my ass tighter. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“You have a girlfriend.”

“Who loves to watch me fuck other women,” he interrupted.

I opened my mouth just a little, drawing in a quick breath. “Well, she’s not here right now to watch.”

“Would you enjoy it if she did?” Smirking, his hand moved down my chest to my breast. My nipples were hard, and he lightly brushed his knuckles over my t-shirt. “I know that you like to be watched. Maybe we can show her what she’s been missing.”

Pushing him back gently, I looked into his intense green eyes. “I don’t want to be your side chick.”

“Do I seem to be the kind of man who has a ‘side chick’?”

“Then what would I be?”

He ran his fingers over my aching nipples again, watching his hands as he did. “My submissive.”

“And what if I just don’t want to submit?” I pushed back again. His big hands came to my wrists and brought them above my head on the wall, pressing me against it before he kissed me again. He held them in one hand. “Why would I want to watch you make out with your girlfriend when you’re not in the mood for me?”

Edward dotted kisses from my ear to my lips. “I promise you won’t be lacking for attention.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“You would sit and watch because you’re a good girl who wants to please me. Because you know that I will reward you for following my orders. I’ll give you everything that you need whenever you need it. And sometimes, she’ll be watching us. Or… maybe I can watch you two.”

I shivered as his nose dragged over my jaw. He was hard against my stomach. “She probably wouldn’t like that.”

“Tanya’s a horny slut who likes attention in any way she can get it.” I exhaled loudly at his words, making him chuckle. “She loves threesomes. She’s been hinting at one with you for years.”

I flushed brightly, looking away from him. When I did, his mouth went to the nape of my neck. His teeth dug into it again, making me moan. “I want you right now. Please?” He smirked against my cheek, kissing it. “I know that you want it, too. Let me have you.” He cupped my breast, squeezing it roughly. “Tell me to fuck you, Isabella.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered almost automatically. The words just came out.

“Good girl,” he murmured before he kissed me again. Letting my hands go, both of his went to my face to hold me in place. His mouth was powerful and demanding, and I could hardly keep up with him.

He began to back me up into the living room, leading me towards the couch. We stopped in front of it, and he started to remove my belt from my jeans with a smirk. “You enjoy getting spanked. That’s your thing, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I breathed, swallowing as I watched him run his fingers over the soft brown leather.

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like for me to spank you, Isabella?” He seductively asked. “I have.”

My eyes couldn’t meet his hot gaze. “Yes. Of course, I have.”

“Of course, you have?” He repeated in a softer voice. Edward lifted my chin with the belt. “I knew that I made you nervous. I figured you were just shy.”

“I’m not,” I admitted. “I felt guilty for being attracted to my roommate’s hot boyfriend, who is very much out of my league.”

“We’re both in a different league because we’re not playing the same game as everyone else.”

I had no idea what to say.

Edward put the belt down on the coffee table before he lifted my shirt above my head. He tossed it to the floor, smirking to himself as he looked me over slowly. I had never felt so exposed before in my life. “The way your blush covers your skin is lovely. Just from being told the truth. You really are an innocent little thing.”

I snorted as I turned my face away. “You were coming to watch me get beaten and fucked. I’m not innocent.”

“Innocence is a state of being or mind. You are because you flush at a compliment merely hinting at your beauty. Because your hands are shaking right now.” He walked behind me and unhooked my bra before slowly pushing it off of my shoulder. Gently, he pulled my hair away from my neck so that he could nibble on the nape.

“Oh,” I whimpered as my arms automatically went up to my breasts to cover them. Chuckling, he ran his tongue up the back of my ear.

“Mm… That’s why you’re innocent. Put your arms down. I want to see your tits.”

He brought his hands to mine and straightened out my arms so that they were at my sides. Pressing his palm to my bare stomach, he pulled me back against him so that his erection ground against my ass.

“Do you feel that?” He asked as his hand moved down to undo the button of my jeans. “Do you feel how hard you make me?” I could only nod my head. “I’ve been fantasizing about you in that little black skirt for months now. You will wear it for me while over my knee.” Edward pushed my pants down my thighs until they were around my ankles. I stepped out of them and my shoes, kicking them to the side.

Walking in front of me again, he looked me up and down slowly as he tilted his head to the side. His lip caught between his teeth for a moment, his expression hungry. Not wearing anything alluring, I was only in my boring white cotton panties. I brought my arms up again to wrap around my stomach but didn’t cover my breasts. I didn’t feel sexy in my tube socks that were men’s because they were more comfortable.

“You are delicious, Isabella.” He reached forward and plucked at my nipples roughly. One and then the other. “Get on the couch on your hands and knees.”

Trembling, I automatically crawled onto the cushions. My hands shook so violently that the tremors went up to my arms and shoulders. I tried to take several deep, calming breaths, but they weren’t doing anything.

He smoothed his palm up and down my spine, coming to stand beside me. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”

“Yes, you will,” I whispered as I closed my eyes.

His hand wound around my hair. “Well. Just a little.” And then he smacked my ass hard enough to make me sway. I moaned loudly in surprise, my mouth hanging open. Then, again and again, each time much harder than the last. I cried out, my fingers curling into the sofa. Again, again, again, again, again. He continued until my ass was stinging, and I fell hard onto my elbows.

“Do you like that?” He stopped, his grip tightening on my hair to the point of pain.

“Yes!” I gasped.

“Can you handle harder?”

“Yes,” I repeated quickly. As soon as I did, he hit me harder than Jasper ever did with even the belt. My eyes got huge. “Fuck!” He struck the other cheek, the power of which shoved my face into the plush microfiber.

Edward marked me with his powerful hands. He was leaving deep bruises, kneading the spots after. Finally, he picked up my belt.

“I love that I can tell how much you like it. Your panties are fucking soaked. Is this how you thought about me spanking your cute ass?” He teased as he dragged it between my legs. I nodded as I closed my eyes and swallowed. I had thought about him taking me in every way that I could.

When the belt cut across my thighs, I yelped. The next made my eyes water. Blood began to rush through my ears as he continued, and I became dizzy. The second it was proving too much, he stopped. I couldn’t move, just trying to catch my breath. His smooth fingers moved over my overly hot skin. The burn was painful.

Pulling my panties down my thighs just enough to expose me, he hummed in pleasure. Shockingly, his long finger pushed into my drenched pussy. He added another after a moment, curling them until he found the right spot inside me. His expert movements were not slow or gentle.

“Fuck, Edward…”

“When you submit to me completely, I’ll take you to my place and do that to you properly. I have a whipping bench that would be just perfect for your pretty ass.” I shuddered at his words, and he chuckled. “Oh, yes. I’m going to tie you to it and spend some time using you for my pleasure.”

His fingers worked faster, and he leaned down to spread kisses all over my stinging skin. They felt too cold, my flesh flaming hot. His other hand began to play with my clit. As soon as I started to cum, he bit down into one of my cheeks. I shrieked in surprise.

I came so hard that it went all over my thighs and down his hands. Instead of stopping, he started to lick and kiss between my legs while roughly massaging me once more. One orgasm turned into another. When he pulled away, his fingers pinched my clit.

“Oh, yes. Drip, Isabella. Make a mess for me.”

When he finally stopped, I heard him quickly getting undressed. My eyes were so blurry that I couldn’t see. Pushing my face into the couch, my heart threatened to come out of my chest. Then I felt him crawl behind me on the sofa, his thighs flush against mine.

“Please tell me you have a condom on!” I cried out somewhat coherently.

Edward pressed inside for the first time. I had felt it but had not seen him, and I realized how huge he really was. Whining, I bounced back against him to take as much of him as possible.

“Of course,” he promised, his hands on my hips as he adjusted me in place. “Arch your back.”

I glanced behind me as I did. His hands smoothed down my sides, pulling me tight against him. His movements were savage and fast, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounded into my body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimpered, cumming around him violently. He spanked me hard, and I lost all grip on my reality. He finished a few moments later, silently.

I fell forward onto my stomach, covering my face with both of my hands. A million things went through my mind at once. Shame washed over me, arousal still throbbing between my thighs. My ass hurt as did my head. Slowly, I rolled over onto my back.

Edward was standing over me, finishing cleaning himself off with his scrub shirt. He walked into the kitchen to throw away the condom, washing his hands before he came back. I couldn’t move. He leaned down to press a kiss to my lips, his hand tenderly running through my hair.

He picked up his cell phone wordlessly and pressed a few numbers. “Hi, Kate? It’s Dr. Cullen. I’m sorry about the short notice, but I have to cancel my day. I had a personal situation come up that I need to deal with.” He offered me his hand so that I could stand. I looked at it for a long second before I took it. I was still shaking. “I should be back tomorrow, but I’ll give you more warning if I need to change my schedule again. Thanks, sweetheart. No, I’m fine. It’s not a bad one. Once you get done with that, take the day off. Yeah. No, that works. Okay. You, too. You’re welcome. Have a good day,” Edward finished as he pulled me to his naked chest. He leaned down to capture my lips again. “I’m going to spend the rest of the afternoon fucking you on every surface of this apartment.”

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1/14/2020

Locke Outtake Five: I love you: Jasper's Point of View

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I love you, Jasper's Point of View

I put in for a few positions out of Dallas/Fort Worth the following day. That was step one. What I didn’t expect was to get a call the next week.

“Hale,” I began, absently bringing my phone to my ear as I looked over some pictures of a crime scene that we were at the night before. I was looking for particular ones.

“Hi, Dr. Hale, this is Dr. Irina Anastas, calling from the Dallas office.”

“Yes. How may I help you?” I taped the picture of the girl’s body onto the whiteboard. We didn’t even know her name yet. She was in a cheap fake leather dress and had a collar with a large O ring. Her neck was bruised as if he led her around like a dog.

“I was calling about your application. You put in for the position with the Behavior Analyst Unit?”

I quickly placed the file down. “Oh, yes. I did. What can I do for you?”

“I was rather hoping that you could come to work for me. Well, with me. You applied for my current role, and I will be taking over as the lead. I’ve been reading all of your files, and I have spoken to some people here, and I have to tell you that I am very impressed with your record and credentials. It isn’t opening until mid-January. Is that a problem?”

For a long second, I let the information sink in. “No. Not at all. That would be great. That would give me time to make a clean transition. I’m elbows-deep into the I-90 Tracker-”

“I know!” She said excitedly. “What a thrilling case! I’m surprised you would wish to get away from something like that. This is the kind of work that makes careers and puts your name in books.”

“That’s the last thing that I want. I am so ready to get away from it. Honestly, I need to get back to Texas. I’m sick of traveling, and I’m tired of the hustle. I need a home base.”

“Well, that’s great news for me!” She almost giggled. She sounded young, but it was hard to tell over the phone. It didn’t matter. I would respect her as my boss. “So, do you want the job?”

“I’d like to hear a few more details before I agree to anything if you don’t mind.”

“Yes!” Dr. Anastas replied cheerfully. “Good. I hoped that you’d say that. Never agree to anything without knowing as much as you can first.”

I spent an hour speaking to her before I finally accepted. I knew that I was from the beginning, though, but so did she. She still made the sale’s pitch.

Then it was time for the next step in the plan. I had to get back to Texas and beg Bella to forgive me. Which was the hardest part.

Jerry, my boss, was a prick, and he hated me. And I never understood why. I wasn’t nipping at his heels for his job. I didn’t want it. It was hard to respect him when he looked down at me. As much as he could from his short height, at least.

Knocking on his door, I waited for him to call me in. He didn’t look up from his laptop. He was typing with only his middle fingers, maybe managing ten words a minute. “Dr. Hale. What do you need?”

“I need to take a few days off.”

Finally, Dr. Marcus peered at me. “Why?”

“Personal reasons.”

“That’s not good enough.”

I tilted my head to the side slightly, his tone striking me wrong right away. “I don’t feel like that is any of your business, sir.”

“Well, if you want to take days off, I will have to use your reason to decide whether to give it to you-”

“With all due respect, sir, this is not a request. This is me telling you that I am taking time off. I don’t really need you to ‘approve’ it.”

He shoved his glasses up his slender nose with his middle finger. “And if you leave without-”

“I will go above your head if I have to. It won’t be a problem to do so,” I spoke as calmly as I could. Frankly, I would quit on the spot if he denied it. Over it all, I didn’t even care if I got the job in Dallas anymore. I had enough money to support myself until I found another one if I had to.

Jerry scoffed at me, pushing his chair back so that it squeaked angrily against the cheap tile floor. “You’d regret that.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed one of the few numbers that I had on speed dial. He picked up within just a second. “Dr. Hale!” Dr. Aro answered brightly. He was the head of the entire BAU for the whole of the FBI, and Marcus was terrified of him.

He loved me, though, because every year I bought him a very expensive scotch as a Christmas present. I had learned from a young age from my parents that big gifts win hearts.

“Dr. Aro. Hello. I’m so sorry to bother you, but I hoped that you might help me with a problem.”

Jerry’s eyes got huge. He hadn’t expected that. I put it on speaker so that he could hear everything that was going on.

“Of course! I am always ready to help one of my brightest stars. What can I do for you?”

“Well, it’s a personal issue. You see, I need to take some time off to deal with some important family matters, and Dr. Marcus is threatening to deny it, even though he doesn’t have the authority-”

“Ah,” he interrupted. “Yes. He is a little man who thinks he’s more powerful than he is. When did you need off? I will arrange it for you.”

“Thank you so much, Doctor,” I grinned. “I’d like to leave on Saturday.”

It was so enjoyable to watch the asshole’s face just turn redder and more sweaty with his anger. And there was nothing he could do. He was already making my life hell. I wouldn’t be working with him much longer. It was worth it.

“Not a problem at all. How many days off do you need?”

“Five altogether. I’d like to return to work on Thursday. I’ll probably have a later start, though, since I’m flying in.”

Aro laughed a little. “Young man, you work a hundred hours a week. I don’t think it really matters when your day begins. Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him if I must,” he said as if it disgusted him. I smirked to myself. “I hope everything is okay with your family, though.”

“Yes, sir. I need to be there in person for something that is very important to me. It’s significant enough that I would have resigned if I hadn’t gotten it, so thank you.”

“No, no! I wouldn’t have allowed it. Especially since I just approved your new position. Alright, I hope that it all goes well. Let me know if you need any more time. You have quite a bit of PTO here from what I see on the computer. Don’t forget to relax every now and again.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “Thank you again,” I answered before we hung up. Staring directly at Jerry in the face, I gave him a long minute to do something if he was man enough to. He wasn’t.

I turned and left without a word.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t think of the exact words I wanted to say to Bella. I knew some of them. The important ones. Apologies and accepting responsibility for my actions, then I would beg on my hands and knees if I had to. I needed her forgiveness. I needed her.

Alice called as I arrived at the airport that morning for my flight. We talked every single evening on the phone. She had gotten Bella to agree to go out for lunch with her that day.

“So, what’s your strategy?” She said instead of ‘hello.’

“Tomorrow, I go to her place, not too early, with a bouquet, and I beg.”

She snorted. “That’s all you got?”

“What else do I have?”

“I really don’t know. Just… be sincere and honest. Tell her the truth. Tell her how you feel as clearly as possible.”

“Yeah, I plan to,” I replied, mumbling out the words as I hurried to my gate. “First, I have to get her to open the door. If I can get her to do that, well… We’ll go from there.”

“Yeah. Okay. Oh, she just pulled up outside. I can see her truck out the window. I’ll try to talk to her, and I’ll text you tonight. Maybe see if I can get any helpful information.”

“Thank you so much. You are a great friend.”

“Yup, I know. Have a safe trip.”

The entire flight, I thought about what I wanted to say. Nervous energy filled my body. The closer I got to Texas, the more anxious I became. By the time I landed, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to wait until the following day. My rental car was already waiting for me when I got there, all they needed was my signature. It was one of my father’s businesses. They all knew me.

I stopped at the grocery store to pick up the flowers. I purchased the nicest bunch they had. They sat on the seat beside me on the drive there. I kept stealing glances at them at every stoplight.

They were not nearly enough. But I didn’t know where else to start. Cake seemed too… Personal. Too meaningful. Just… Too much.

Her red truck was in the parking lot. I parked next to it. My sister would have loved it. She was a vintage mechanic. Everyone was in the car business in my family but me. Emmett was Dad’s top salesman and was grooming him to take over when he fully retired if he could. I doubted it. If anything else, he needed to get away from Mom at least every once in a while.

When I got to her apartment, I glared at the door for a long time. My hands were trembling. Finally, I swallowed my fear and knocked quickly. It was so soft. I didn’t expect her to hear it and was about to do so again when it opened just a crack.

Anticipating that it would go further, I took a step forward. It didn’t, and I rocked in place with my quick halt. I couldn’t even tell who opened it.

“Um, hi.”

“Jasper?” Bella’s voice questioned from on the other side.

“Bella! Hi! Um… Can- Can I please talk to you? I- I really… I’m- Please?” Idiotically, I babbled. In my head, I cursed myself for sounding so stupid.

“You’ve ignored me for a month-” She started right away strongly. As she should have.

She was right. I put my hand on the frame to keep myself stable. “I wasn’t. I was scared, and I knew that I couldn’t do this over the phone. Please? Will you at least open the door? I realize that I don’t deserve even that, but I want to at least try to-” I stopped when I realized that I was rambling again. I tried to take in a deep calming breath. “Please?”

There were several moments of silence before she unhooked the chain and pulled it open. The door slammed against the wall.

Standing in front of me was the most beautiful woman in the world, under a layer of… goop? Honestly, I had no idea what the hell it was. Certainly, it was beauty products, but it was in her hair and on her face. It looked as if she had gotten in a food fight at Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory.

She gestured with her hands in front of her. “Well, come in,” she growled, unamused already by the situation. Not that I could blame her.

I dropped my eyes, trying not to stare at her as I came into the apartment.

“I have imagined this going a thousand ways, and not one of them started like this.”

She laughed, but it was a little mean. She walked a few feet in front of me, crossing her arms over her breasts as she did. Bella was self-conscious about being only in her robe.

“All of this shit comes off in a few minutes. So, you have until then. Better talk fast.”

I didn’t really think she would let me get this far. Taking a deep breath, I tried to remember all the things I wanted to tell her. They kind of slipped away from me. I had never been more ashamed and frightened in my whole life. I couldn’t even look at her.

“I’m sorry. I am worthless for making you feel this way. I want you to know that everything you said that night was true. You don’t deserve this. You deserve so much more than me. And you deserve way more than two nights a month,” I began. She said nothing. “And that’s why I didn’t tell you how I felt after the movies and why I didn’t say anything after. Because you deserve more than what I can give you. And I tried to convince myself that you’re better off without me and that, maybe, hurting you, so you could move on, was the right thing. But it wasn’t. It was cruel and weak. And I will regret that for the rest of my life.” My voice became thicker, and my emotions got the better of me. My eyes darted away again with my humiliation.

“But I’m selfish,” I admitted to her. I wouldn’t lie about that part of myself. She needed to know that. “And I want you. I’ve wanted you for months. And I know that I don’t deserve you.” I looked at the inadequate roses. “I knew that I couldn’t do this over the phone.”

Her face scrunched up, making the drying goo wrinkle in places. “What do you mean, you want me? What is that even supposed to mean? You had me.”

“And I wasted that precious gift. I realize that. I want you, Bella. I want you to be mine. In every way.”

Once again, she laughed bitterly. She glanced away, her fingers curling around the sleeves of her robe. “I know. Look, I know. I am so sorry. I am willing to beg. I’ve wanted-” Pausing, I chuckled darkly, and I shook my head to myself. This was me being the most brutally honest that I had ever been in my life to anyone. I knew that I was a closed-off person. But if she forgave me, I would make her understand. “Every time I see you, I just feel in awe of you and unworthy because, Bella, you’re so brave and strong. And smart. And I knew that you deserved more than what little time that I could give you so, I held back. Or I tried to. But I want more. So much more. I want to give you everything, and I knew that I couldn’t come to you without real proof of my feelings and my intentions. So, I put in for a transfer for a permanent position here in Dallas.”

Bella’s eyes got massive, a tiny breath escaping past her glistening lips. They were sticky. “But you love your job!”

“No. I like my job. I love you, Bella.”

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Locke Outtake four: After the Slap, Jasper's Point of View

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As soon as her hand connected with my face, I wanted my heart to stop.

“You don’t have permission to touch me anymore!” Bella hissed angrily, spitting the words at me with more venom than I had ever heard her use before. Not even towards Edward when he touched her.

It was done. I had achieved what I had set out to do. I knew what I would accomplish when I punished her, how it would make her furious. My treatment had been purposeful and cruel. I had just expected her to stop me before we got to this point. But in my mind, she could now move on, and so could I. It was the only way that I could keep myself from going back to her time and time again to use her body like the selfish monster that I was.

But I was more than that. I was a fiend, degrading her for my pleasure. I deserved that slap and a million more.

She rushed away, slamming the door in my face.

Holding my cheek in my hand, I stood motionless for maybe ten full minutes. The sting faded, but the pain in my jaw lingered. She wasn’t a dainty little thing. She could easily hold her own, and she didn’t hold back when she gave me what I earned. I would have a bruise for sure.

Finally, I just crawled into bed. But I couldn’t sleep. Time lost all meaning as I stared at the ceiling. The hit replayed over and over in my mind. When my phone beeped, I jumped. Usually, I wasn’t a nervous person, but my heart started to thunder in my chest at the tiny sound. My stupid brain wanted it to be Bella, but I knew it wasn’t.

It would never be her again. My spirit shattered. It took a few moments to bring myself to look at the screen. The message that was waiting surprised me a little.

It was an email from Edward. He titled it, ‘You are a worthless piece of shit.’

“Just in case you deleted this, I wanted to make sure you saw that. You are the worthless piece of shit. What the actual fuck did you do to that girl? I was an idiot, sure, but I had no real intentions of hurting her. You fucking saw how she felt about you and you… I don’t even know! She won’t tell us. And she’s been miserable for weeks now already. She’s barely eating or coming out of her room. Tanya says she has lost weight. So you’ve been dragging this crap out to hurt her a little more, I guess? And I thought I was sadistic. Sick bastard.

Bella was so hysterical that she fainted. Just blacked the fuck out in the middle of crying. I honestly think that she went into shock. I had to carry her to bed, and she barely registered it. So, I will stay up and check on her every hour or so for my sake of mind as a doctor. Because I care about her more than either of you give me credit for. I have known her for two years, and I am human. Which is more than I can say about you.

If I find out that you physically hurt her, I don’t care what threats you hurl my way. I will make you pay. And I won’t use my bare hands. But I won’t kill you. I will knock your pathetic ass out, give you massive breasts, and a tiny nose that Michael Jackson would have been proud of, so everyone will know what kind of freak you are for the rest of your life. For every scar you gave her tonight, I will provide you with one to match.

She says that she hit you. Fantastic! I hope it fucking hurts. I don’t know what happened between you, but I know Bella well enough to say that she doesn’t deserve whatever you did. There is nothing she could have done that would make it okay to abuse her this way. Nothing. She’s a good girl. A genuinely decent person.

She’s in love with you. You have to see that. You’d have to be the worst fucking detective in the world not to figure it out. Does that mean so little to you? I don’t understand what you’re doing. You’re too old to be such a fuckboy. Grow the hell up.

I don’t care if you hate me, or ignore me, or whatever, but you better make things right with her. Apologize like a real man and disappear from her life because you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.

Rot in Hell.”

Bile churned in my belly. I had made her blackout. Her reaction was so strong that she-

I ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet, emptying the entire contents of my stomach. There wasn’t much. I had skipped lunch because of my nerves, and breakfast was hours before. I dry heaved for a couple of minutes, snot dripping from my nose onto the seat.

When they finally stopped, the tears started. Laying on the floor on a stark white towel, I sobbed like a child. One arm curled around my aching stomach while my other hand went to my mouth.

‘Bastard’ wasn’t the right word for me. I was worse than that. Monster and fiend were too mild.

For the briefest moment, for the first time since my tenure in the service, I considered suicide. I quickly pushed the thought away because I instantly knew that Bella would blame herself. I could never allow that to happen, even if I just wanted it all to stop. Every single day of my life was filled with death and murder and the memories of my career as a professional killer. And I had snuffed out the only thing that held any sense of hope for the future.

I laid on the floor until I had to pick myself up to go to the airport. Sam backed up a little when he saw me. I was sitting in a chair, slouched down as far as I could. I hadn’t even bothered with a tie. My button-down was half undone to reveal my stained undershirt. My eyes were dead ahead.

“Are you sick?” He questioned right away. Slowly, they rose to gaze at his face. “You look… I don’t know. Green, I guess?”

“Yeah,” I lied, hugging my stomach tightly with both of my arms. I cleared my throat as my eyes went back down to the floor. No, it wasn’t a lie. I was a sick person. Mentally ill. Edward was correct. I was a twisted bastard.

“Can I get you something?” Sam asked, looking around for one of the many overpriced stores that sold that kind of shit in DFW. But we both knew that none of them were open yet. We were always on some of the earliest flights. It was barely seven in the morning. The employees were just starting to come in. The airport was quiet since almost no one was there.

“No,” I snapped. He raised an eyebrow in my direction, sitting across from me. “Sorry. No, thanks.”

He shook his head. “No. It’s fine. I’m a grumpy asshole when I’m ill, too. It’s alright.”

I felt bad for him. He didn’t understand that this would be me for the foreseeable future. There would be no way out of this funk. I had hurt the woman that was my soul-mate, and it seemed like mine would be forever black. It would be more than tarnished. It was that before. It was dying, rotting away in my core and leaving nothing but a shell.

My anger lasted only about two days. It was too exhausting to maintain. The depression set into a degree that made it hard to even get out of bed. Not that I saw it often. I tried to bury myself in my work, which was easy to do.

We just kept finding bodies. Little dead girls scattered like forgotten toys in the gorgeous Northern New York woods. The colors were amazing, the landscape a mix of red, orange, yellow, but brown was taking over. November was bringing colder weather. It made it so much more morbid.

Most people associate black with death, and with good reason. But for me, it was always brown. The rusty color of dried blood, of the dull crunchy leaves under their bodies and mud that speckled their cheeks as their opened eyes stared lifelessly into the void.

When I slept, my nightmares turned into full terrors. More than once, I woke up to pounding on my door because I was screaming like a banshee. Sam once and another time it was a hotel employee, asking if I was okay.

Not long after I destroyed my soul, I received a phone call from Alice. We hadn’t spoken in a while. I almost expected her to not talk to me again, to support her friend. I would have understood. Honestly, I didn’t deserve her friendship, anyway. I was too much of a coward to reach out.

“Hale,” I drawled. I had gone to dinner with Sam at The Gavel at his insistence. It was hard to eat half of my burger, even if it was good. “You can have this,” I murmured to him, pushing it in his direction. I stood and started to walk towards the door to get out of the noise.

“Hey!” Alice began quickly. “Do you have a minute to talk?”

“Uh, yeah,” I replied quietly. We had never spoken on the phone before. We both preferred to text. I just knew that I was about to be told off. I braced myself for it as I went through the exit and walked into the frigid air. It burned my cheeks.

“Are you okay?” She asked in a tiny voice. “I haven’t heard from you, and I’m worried. What happened with Bella? She isn’t talking to anyone.”

I scoffed, resting against the wall. “I fucked up. No. No, I’m not okay.”

“Alright… Well, what the hell happened, huh? How did you fuck up? We’ll fix this. You two are perfect for each other, and I know that she loves you.” People kept saying that she did, but I knew that wasn’t true. At least, not anymore. She might have been before the movies. “I’ll help you.”

I almost began to cry. I hadn’t since that night. Quickly turning the corner to get away from the crowd of smoking officers, I went to the little alleyway beside the building. “You can’t, baby. You can’t help me.”

“Yes, I can! I will help both of you. Just tell me what happened, and we can figure it out.”

“No. I screwed up too much. I don’t deserve it, and it wouldn’t do any damn good, anyway. Even if Bella forgave me, we’d still have the same giant-ass problem,” I explained to her in a rush.

“Which is?”

“That I’m here, and she’s there,” I snapped. It should have been clear to her. We had spoken about it before.

Alice clicked her tongue in disappointment. “Then fucking get here, moron. It’s not that hard. You’ve talked about how you’ve gotten offers from everyone and their Mama. Can you not get a job in Dallas? Or were you just bragging to get laid?”

“What? No,” I questioned, “I-” I stuttered.

“Did it not occur to you that maybe settling down with her is what you’re meant to do? You’ve been complaining that you’re unhappy doing this. You love your job, I get it. And you’re doing phenomenal work. But Bella came into your life for a reason.”

Roughly, I moved my palm over my eyes. “I don’t believe in that kind of stuff.”

“I do! Bella was made for you. She is everything you need! When you were with her, you were happier than I’ve ever seen you. And you bitched about your job more than ever before. Get a clue. Go home to your girlfriend.”

“She was never my girlfriend,” I whispered.

“Then change that! Get a job in Dallas and beg her to be yours because that’s what she really wants. She won’t say that because she’s scared and has issues dealing with her emotions. But she loves you-”

“Has she said that to you? Has she stated that she loves me?”

Alice hummed for a moment. “No. She hasn’t. But I know her. You made her so happy.”

“I wasn’t there enough to do that!”

She bitterly laughed. “Uh, yeah, you were. Now, imagine what you could do if you… oh, I don’t know, actually lived in Dallas.”

Licking my lips, I looked up to the dark gray sky. It was cloudy and I couldn’t see the moon. “You don’t even know what happened. She will never forgive me, and I don’t want her to. I deserve to rot in hell for hurting her,” I mumbled, using Edward’s parting words as I wiped away a stray tear that wanted to escape. “I don’t want forgiveness. I want her to move on and have the life she deserves. Without me.”

“Ugh, you’re an idiot, but I’ll help you no matter. So, call me when you pull your head out of your ass and are ready to work on this.”

And then my friend hung up on me. I pulled it away from my face to look at it in confusion. It wasn’t how I expected it to go at all.

Two days later, for the first time since that day, I picked up her book. I didn’t mean to. It fell from my luggage, my bag slipping off the bed and onto the floor. Cursing, I shoved everything back in, but I saved it for last. It had sunk to the bottom of my things because I felt as if I touched it, my hand would suddenly be engulfed in flames.

When I did, nothing happened.

I just held it for a long time. The word ‘miss’ repeated over and over in my head as I stared at the simple tattered cover. My only piece of her. I missed her. I missed Alice. I missed my family. I missed my friends. I missed her stories. I missed her food. I missed her lips and her vibrant brown eyes. I missed stability. I missed sleep. I missed laughing. I missed her jokes. I missed her voice. I missed Bella. I missed her. I missed her. I missed her. I missed her…

Finally, I opened up the book. Just to read the first page, even though I almost had it memorized at that point. It dropped back to the ground by my feet.

“To my personal FBI agent. I can’t thank you enough for making every moment with you so special. All my love, Isabella Swan.”

I could hear her say it in my ear in her sweet, cheerful voice. It punched me in the gut. I doubled over in pain. There she was, telling me in her own hand that she loved me. I had no idea when she did it.

“Fuck!” I roared, covering my face with my hands. The tears I had been fighting since the airport finally spilled forward. “Fuck.”

It took about ten minutes for me to calm down enough to make the call. My fingers were trembling. Alice answered on the third ring. Thankfully. “Hello?”

“How the hell do I fix this, Alice?” I began right away, panicked and desperate. “I love her, and I need her. And I fucked up too much, and I don’t-”

“Wait!” She promptly interrupted me before I could go too far off the rails. “First, you tell me exactly what happened, and we’ll figure it all out together. And I’ll try to talk to Bella too. Don’t worry. We’ll fix it.”

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Locke Outtake Three: Christmas at the Canvas: Jasper's Point of View

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Bella was taking her time in the bathroom to get ready for bed. I quickly changed into my pajamas and crawled onto the mattress with her untitled book. I didn’t wish to start reading it at my parents’ because I knew that once I started, I wouldn’t want to stop. Even if I didn’t get very much time, I wanted to glance at the first page, at least. I picked up one of the red pens to make notes if I needed to, putting my glasses on.

I got thirty pages in, but I was a quick reader. Unsurprisingly, I was already totally absorbed in the plot and in love with the characters. It was hard not to see Bella as the female lead. I heard everything in her voice, and it made me smile.

“I hope you know that I want your honest opinion on it,” she began when she finally came out. Bella was wearing her blue satin robe, her legs bare. I could only assume that she was wearing something underneath to torture me. Probably her crop top again or maybe some tiny nightgown. But I didn’t mind. As long as I got to hold her in my arms.

“I promise that I’ll give you one,” I swore instantly, but she made a face in answer. “I’ll have you know that I’ve already used one of the red pens.”

She tilted her head to the side just a little to gaze at me. “Oh? And what corrections do you have for me?” She asked in a bit of a pout, playing with the ends of the thin belt.

I laughed a little because it honestly wasn’t much. “There was a double period on page five,” I answered as I closed it. It was tough not to stare. Her deliciously thick thighs were exposed, giving me a lovely view. I wanted to tear it off of her to get to what was underneath.

Bella shook her head for a moment, clicking her tongue as she glanced up at me. “Ah. Damn typos,” she said, almost mockingly. Then she took off her robe, setting it to the side. “So, would you like to keep reading, or are you ready to get on your knees for me?”

It took a moment to realize what she was saying. It was hard to focus on anything but her sexy red lace lingerie. She hadn’t worn anything like it for me before.

“Yes!” Carelessly, I tossed the story to the side. I practically threw myself at her, making her giggle as I snatched her up in my arms. My lips instantly found her own, needing to feel every single inch of her gorgeous body.

“Oh, my,” she simpered as I suckled at the nape of her neck. Her head fell back, holding me in place against her silky skin.

Then an idea popped violently into my mind. “Are you sure? This isn’t February. There is no rush. I mean it. I will wait until you’re ready,” I promised. She had to know that I would do it. February wasn’t that far away, and she was more than worth the wait.

She pursed her lips a little. “I was joking about that,” Bella answered as she pulled on my shirt. Automatically, I tugged it off and threw it to the floor. I brought her to me again so that I could feel her skin on mine. “I miss you. I need you.”

“Oh, thank God,” I answered stupidly as I began to kiss down her collarbone. Giggling, she held me to her breasts as I kissed her over and over again. Her fingers scratched over the back of my neck, causing shivers to run down my spine. “You’re so sexy. Is this part of my Christmas presents because I love the wrapping paper.”

“Well, it’s not like I could give it to you in front of your parents,” she teased, shaking her ass just a little.

She wasn’t wrong about that. I threw her onto the bed as I laughed at her attitude. I hurriedly moved over her, kissing any place that my lips could find once again. Nibbling along her shoulder, I slid down her neck and to the center of her ample breasts.

“Actually, I have another gift for you,” Bella spoke in a sweet voice.

“Oh?” I asked eagerly, though not enough to take my mouth off of her. I was on a mission. “I’m pretty sure that it won’t top this.”

“How would you like to do a scene on New Year’s?”

That wasn’t something that could happen. There was no way that I could take time off to come back to Texas that fast. There were a million problems with that even if it was all that I wanted on this planet. “Oh, darlin, I’d love to. But I can’t arrange to be off that quickly, and I’ll be-”

She brought her hand up to stop me, moving it along my shoulder. “I know. I thought that I could come up to New York for a few days. Even if we just get to sleep in the same bed for a little while, it’s all I want.”

“Really?” I asked in surprise. “I will have that New Year’s Eve night off and the next day. It’s just not enough time to fly home. Are you sure?”

Bella nodded her head quickly, grinning up at me proudly. “I already bought my tickets. Don’t worry, free cancellation,” she informed me as her fingers moved down my forearm. She was smiling so brightly. “Hopefully, you’ll catch that motherfucker before, and you can come home to me.”

She was incredible.

“That is an awesome gift. Wait,” I paused. “You’re ready to do a scene? Really?” I laughed, actually giddy with the possibility.

Her eyes moved over my body warmly, appraising me. “Not tonight.” She began as she pushed my pants just a little to make a point. “But it’s exactly how I want to bring in the New Year. Being completely and totally yours. We can do whatever you want.”

I had honestly believed that we were months away from having another scene. I thought that she would make me work so much harder. But I knew that these were the things that both of us needed. She was willing to give herself over to me again after I had screwed up so badly. I was almost in awe.

Slowly, Bella ran her tiny fingers along my jaw before she began to kiss it. Biting gently, she let her nose run over my cheek.

I had to plan the perfect night for her.

She moved to the other side, kissing across my chin. “Do you want to go out?”

“Whatever you want. I’m yours.” Bella placed her lips against my ear as she spoke. It felt so good.

“What day will you come in?”

“Thirtieth.”

We were only going to be apart for a couple of days. I thought my heart was going to explode with happiness. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle being away from her for almost a month, again.

“Should I book a hotel, or can I stay with you?” She questioned.

If she was going to spend all that money on a flight for me, I was going to get her the finest room that I could. The one the FBI provided was a disgusting pile of rubble better suited for criminals than cops. “I’ll book you a nice one. I’ll stay with you there. You don’t want to stay in that shit hole. When will you fly back?”

Almost lazily, Bella shrugged her shoulders. She sat up a little so that our noses were practically touching. “I haven’t bought my return flight yet. I thought that I’d talk to you first. I didn’t want to impose for too long.”

Imposing was the last thing that she would be doing. Bella would be keeping me sane. I couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmingly happy.

“You can stay as long as you want, darlin. If you don’t mind me working, I just want to come home to you.”

Falling back slowly against the mattress, she grinned up at me sweetly. “I can write anywhere,” she paused, purposefully teasing me as she ran her hand down my stomach. “I’ll stay for as long as you want.”

If she only knew about the ring in my jacket pocket. I couldn’t help but laugh when I thought about it. “What if I want to keep you until I get the transfer? I’m working until the fifteenth,” I asked seriously.

Jerry wasn’t going to let me leave until the very last moment after the stunt that I pulled to get the new job. It was worth it, though. I had already spoken to my new boss about it, and she didn’t have any problems waiting for a few days while I got settled.

“Two weeks ain’t long. Have you bought your tickets home yet?” She questioned softly. I could only shake my head in answer. “We can fly home together. If you wanted to.”

“You are going to be so bored alone all day,” I blurted out anxiously. She was going to be for eighteen hours at a time. Bella had to understand that.

Making a face, she scrunched up her nose in confusion. “What do you think I do every day? I’ve been alone for years. That won’t be. And maybe I can go to New York City for a day. It’s about three hours by train, so maybe if I had an early morning, I could go for the afternoon and come back that evening. Or maybe if you get a day off, we can go together. I can go out and explore.”

I would get a day off. And I would take Bella to the city and to a gorgeous dinner. Maybe a play, too. Or whatever she liked. I would really take her out on the town.

“That would be great. You’re really willing to spend that long with me?” I asked anxiously just to make sure.

She actually laughed at me, the sound a little sarcastic. “Um, I don’t know how to break this to you, but I’m kind of hoping to spend a lot longer than that with you,” Bella declared with a roll of her eyes.

My heart stopped a little as my breath caught in my throat. I felt as if I was on my fire, my face glowing. Maybe I could just propose with the ugly ring, and we could get it redesigned after, I thought briefly. But I quickly pushed it away, nodding my head. “Yeah. Me too,” I finally babbled out before kissing her. She was so deliciously sweet, her lips minty. “We aren’t leaving this bed tomorrow.”

“You mean that you’re not going to fuck me in the shower?” She questioned as she pulled my sleep pants off finally, my boxers going with them. My cock was as hard as it could be as since she removed the robe. It flopped against her soft bare skin. “And bent over the table. On the floor. The dresser. Can we go to the loveseat, at least? I really want to ride you there.”

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as my fingers trailed over her stomach. “You make many splendid points. Goddamn, you look so good. You’re going to wear this for me during a scene,” I continued to babble as my mouth made its way to her chest. Gently, I nibbled and fondled her breasts through the sexy bra. It felt terrific against my lips.

I had missed her breasts so much.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.

The words brought me out of my head. That wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want to be her Master or Dom. I wanted to be her equal. Lovers. But I knew that she was just teasing. And I knew that part would seep into the romance, but I wasn’t ready for it yet. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I kissed up her chest. As I had when I came to beg for forgiveness, I had thought about how it would go. I tried to figure out how the moment when we made love for the first time would happen. Of course, I should have realized that I couldn’t plan anything when it came to Bella. She always surprised me in some way.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks, and now I don’t know what to do. I’m actually nervous.”

She pouted a little as she played with my hair. “Why? It’s just me.”

“I know. That’s why. It’s you. I used you before, and I don’t want to do that ever again. I want you to feel adored and wanted. I did everything wrong-”

Bella shoved me onto my back with a laugh, interrupting my moment of panic before it could build too much.

“No. We wouldn’t be here if you did,” she told me with a smirk as she straddled my waist and put my hands on her ass very purposefully. “Now,” she paused, wiggling in place to tease me, “you’ve made some rather grand promises, Dr. Hale, and I hope that you intend to keep them.” She began to press her mouth against my chest, leaving little kisses as she gazed up at me. “You said 'days.'” Then she bit my nipple.

Grunting softly, I gathered her up in my arms so that I could kiss her once more. I needed my lips on hers, to taste her again. Wrapping my fingers around her curls, I grabbed her ass with my other hand. I missed her soft skin so much. Gripping and massaging, we began to move against each other until we were both panting.

Suddenly, I wanted to try something. I smacked her ass. Not hard, just a gentle little slap. She moaned softly, grinning against my lips. I couldn’t help it. I laughed at her reaction, just happy.

Hurrying to take off her bra, I threw it to the floor. Her perfect breasts swung in my face. I wanted to shove my face them in before I buried myself in her.

Then I realized something.

“Fuck, we need condoms.”

Bella smirked some as she shook her head. “The shot. Remember?”

No, I didn’t. It had been a long day, but I wasn’t going to admit that.

“Are you sure?” I questioned nervously. I wanted everything to be perfect, and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. She actually laughed at my reaction, nodding. We had already fucked without a condom before, and she didn’t have a problem with it then, either. I was just over-anxious, and we both knew it. “Okay, I’m sorry,” I chuckled as well, shutting my eyes as I tried to calm my nerves. They weren’t going anywhere. “I hope that you’re ready for this,” I said stupidly as I raised my eyebrow at her. Yes, I hoped that she was ready to be disappointed with my lackluster performance and cumming within a minute of being inside of her again.

“I hope that you are,” she replied as her lips curved up to one side impishly. Her beautiful brown curls fell over her shoulders and onto her breasts. The only thing that she was wearing besides her lacy panties was the necklace that I had gotten her Christmas.

Right then, I decided that my lock would be the only thing that she wore until we left the hotel.

Taking control of the situation, I pushed her back so that I could roughly kiss her again. She squeaked softly against my mouth, smiling. Making my way down her body, I made sure to adore every spot that I could.

I was more than ready to worship her on my knees.

Going to the floor at the end of the bed, I brought her to the edge. She laughed, her head falling back against the mattress. Burying my face between her legs, I kissed every inch of her thighs that I could. My hands smoothed over them, wrapping her legs around my face. Her panties were visibly wet already, and I had to taste them. When I did, she moaned loudly.

“Shhh…” I breathed.

“You shhh… I’m going to get loud tonight,” she said just as sassily as she could, bobbing her head so that her hair scratched against the blanket. I chuckled at her attitude. It was exactly what I wanted. I needed her to be as loud as possible. Tracing the edge of her panties with my tongue, I gathered as much of her taste as I could. I had to have all of it. “And I’m going to cum everywhere. Oh, god.”

“Yes, you are,” I said with a small grin as I licked her again. She had no idea about all the wonderful situations that I had imagined for her. For us.

One of her favorite things was when I just pushed her panties over to give her attention. Kissing her through the fabric, my fingers moved up and down her thighs as I tasted her through it. Making sure that I covered every delicious soft inch, I moved them to one side, finally. Bella sighed happily as soon as my tongue touched her.

“Jasper,” she whispered softly, her fingers moving in my hair. Her heel slid up and down my back slowly, her thighs becoming stiff as she got closer. She wasn’t even going to need my fingers yet. “Fuck,” she whimpered as her back arched just a little. “Oh, god. Yes!” She called as she came for the first time.

“Good girl,” I praised as I kissed her lips lightly. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, spreading her legs wider to give me better access.

I very gently pushed one of my fingers inside of her. “You’re so good at that,” she whimpered softly.

“Oh, am I?” I teased, leaning down to lick her again. She whined softly in answer, her toes curling against my back. “What’s your favorite position to be eaten in?” I asked next, pushing a second finger inside.

“All of them?” She giggled, scratching her nails over the back of my neck. I nipped at her thigh, making her squeak softly before moaning. “Um… On my knees from behind, sitting on your face, sixty-nine with you on top and fucking my mouth at the same time, like this… Um, are there other ways?” Bella listed, trying to be silly.

“If so, we’ll figure it out.”

I flipped her onto her stomach, drawing her onto her knees with my hands on her hips. “Yay,” she laughed into the blanket. Smacking her ass hard, I began to attack her with my mouth from behind.

After another orgasm with just my tongue, I added my fingers once again. Bella was moaning wantonly into the mattress, dripping onto my face as she came twice more. I began to kiss up her back. My erection brushed between her legs, teasing us both.

“That was amazing,” she breathed, wiggling her ass against me. “I love you.”

Kissing her ear lightly, I whispered, “I love you, too.” I pecked down the back of her neck. “So delicious,” I breathed, my hand moved over her arm. “How should I taste you next?”

She pushed me onto my back, pinning me down while she kissed me in return. My hands went to her hair, holding her to me. Her lush lips moved down my chin, her hand wrapping around me tightly.

“I’m not going to last too long if you play with me like that. I haven’t gotten off in like two months, and I swear that I’m going to go off at a moment’s notice,” I mumbled.

“Not at all?” She asked in surprise, holding onto me as she looked up at my face. “I’ve been masturbating like crazy,” she proclaimed, making me moan loudly. Bella giggled softly. “Why haven’t you?”

“I haven’t been in the mood, and then when we got back together, I wanted to save it for you. I don’t know,” I mumbled awkwardly.

Biting her lip, she looked over me with a naughty smirk. “When was the last time…?” She trailed off.

“Before the mall. In the shower, while getting ready. I knew that I was going to have to behave, and I thought that would help. I was wrong,” I frowned.

Bella tilted her head to the side in confusion. “You didn’t cum when you fucked me? I thought-”

I actually scoffed. “No. It was a struggle to even stay hard. Between my guilt and your anger, that wasn’t going to happen. That was-”

“Terrible,” she agreed with her own frown. “Neither of us will allow that to happen again, though, will we?” She commanded, squeezing my erection to get my attention. Groaning softly, my head fell back.

“No, we won’t,” I promised.

“Good,” she said before she leaned down to take me into her warm little mouth. Her plush lips smoothed over my head.

Gently, she played with me. Whenever it was starting to get to be too much, she would stop to kiss around it while still tenderly stroking me with her soft hand.

“Bella,” I moaned her name quietly. “Darlin…” But she didn’t stop. Finally, I grabbed her by the arm and threw her back onto the bed beside me. She giggled as I climbed on top, her hands sliding over my cheeks to pull me down for a kiss.

Without another word, I slipped inside of her. “Yes,” she whimpered against my lips as they fell open in a gasp.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growled as I adjusted our position slightly to hit inside her just a little deeper. My fingers squeezed her thigh, pushing until I could go no further. She almost purred, her eyes closing tightly. “Put your legs around me and hold on.”

As soon as her ankles locked around me, she came again. It was so intense. Bella was calling out loudly in my ear, shouting my name. Her nails scratched down my back, probably drawing blood.

“I love you. I love you so much. I will love you for the rest of my life,” I chanted in her ear, trying to hold on for as long as possible. It wasn’t going to be enough, though.

“I love you, too,” she gasped. “Mine,” Bella breathed in my ear. It was all I could take. “Yes! Oh, fuck, Jasper. Yes…” She came again, squeezing me tightly.

Collapsing beside her, she instantly rolled into my arms so that we could kiss. We were both slightly sweaty. Her wild hair was sticking to both of us. I pushed it off of her cheek and away from her forehead, looking into her vibrant chocolate brown eyes. They were light melted, semi-sweet, warm, and inviting. She smiled, her nose wrinkling just a bit. It was a lovely rosy pink. I pecked at it gently.

“I am so glad that I didn’t make you wait until February,” Bella teased as she pressed my palm into her skin.

“Me too,” I laughed in agreement.

Her eyes quickly glanced down. “You’re still hard.” I looked down as well, just in time to see her fingers go around me.

Biting my lip, my head fell back against the bed. “Yes, I am…”

With a sharp shove of her other hand, she was on top of me in a second, and I was inside her once again. I gasped in surprise, earning a wicked giggle from her. “Are you ready for this?” she quipped, leaning down to capture my lips in a fiery kiss.

I brought my hips up to slam into her, my hands going to her waist to hold her down onto me. Bella threw her head back, her eyes closing in pleasure. “I certainly hope that you are…”

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Locke Outtake Two: Dropping off Mamaw: Jasper's Point of view

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Honestly, I’m not sure that I had ever felt so exhausted after a day when I didn’t have to work. I loved them, but my family was insane and emotionally draining. I forgot how wildly extroverted everyone was compared to me, except for Rosalie. She would just quietly tease me whenever Bella wasn’t in the room.

“Aw, you’re so in love,” she whispered in my ear as she brought me a mug of the spiked hot apple cider that she had kept slipping her husband all day. He was starting to smell strongly of Crown Royal Apple and was obviously smashed. “It’s so cute. You’re all mushy and shit. It’s weird.”

“Shut up,” I hissed at her, but she just smirked.

Rose leaned on her elbows over the couch. “She’s adorable, though. Really. But I think that we know what you’re into now.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” I demanded quietly, turning to look at her sharply.

“You like a girl with a big butt. You can’t keep your eyes off it. Every time she gets up, they follow it around,” Mamaw said with a mean smirk, pointing at her own eyes with her two fingers. She focused one of them on me. “You keep coping a feel, but you’re not as sneaky as you think you are. I see what you’re doing. Leave that poor girl’s rear alone.”

I flushed bright red. Both Emmett and Rosalie snickered to themselves, obviously amused. Usually, she gave them a hard time. They were enjoying the change.

Bella and Mom came out of the kitchen, giggling as they spoke to one another. She went in after dinner to help her clean up, which was a big plus in my mother’s book. She was already in love with my girlfriend, too.

It helped that they had shared half a bottle of the cheap-ass wine that Bella had gotten her.

Rose laughed a little louder as I tried to keep my eyes straight ahead, pushing herself off the couch to go back to where her husband was sitting on the floor. He had gotten a new video game system, along with several games, and was playing a sports one on it. She sat beside him, leaning her head against his shoulder to watch.

My girlfriend came to sit beside me again on the sofa. She smiled at me prettily, my family doing their best to make her ever so slightly drunk. They had been giving her at least a drink or two every hour since we had arrived. It was just enough to make her relaxed around them. They knew what they were doing. It was often a trick that they tried with me, but I rarely allowed it. It was also my mother’s favorite way of getting information.

“I am so full,” Bella whispered to me, laying her head on my shoulder as my arm wrapped around her. “And sleepy.”

“We can go soon,” I promised, kissing the top of her head slightly.

“Mm,” she hummed, shaking her head. “No rush, honey. I’m having fun,” she replied before leaning up to kiss my jaw lightly. I could have melted at her touch. Her fingertips grazed my cheek, trailing down my neck.

We were very much in a world of our own. Dad was asleep in his recliner, so Mom took the remote from him to turn on some sort of cheesy Christmas romance movie.

“So,” my sister began with a little smirk, looking over at Bella. “How did you two meet?” She wasn’t very good at small talk, but she was going to attempt it.

“We have a mutual friend. Hmmm… Actually, does she count as an ex?” She teased as she looked up at me a bit wickedly. I rolled my eyes a little.

I shook my head quickly. We were not going to start those kinds of jokes in front of everyone. “Certainly not. We have only ever been friends. I adore her, I do, but...” I trailed off with a tiny laugh of my own. “My sanity is not strong enough to withstand dating Alice.”

“Much to her disappointment,” she continued. “I’ve listened to her sigh over you for years,” Bella smirked, her cheek pressed into my arm as she playfully fluttered her eyelashes. “I was a little surprised when she said that you were looking for new friends to hang out with while you were in town. I figured she would be jealous. Instead, she’s been the biggest cheerleader for this relationship.”

I nodded in agreement. “She has. Trust me, I sent her a huge gift to thank her.”

“What did you get her?” My mom questioned.

It was hard to hide my smirk. It wasn’t dirty, but I knew what she would use it on. “I got her a rather handsome Amazon gift card. She liked it.”

“Question,” Emmett said absently with his eyes still on his screen. “Why was she sighing over him exactly? How boring he is?”

I would have flipped him off, but my mother wouldn’t have liked that, and he wasn’t looking up anyway.

Bella laughed hard. “Um, boring? Hardly. Okay, so… He’s a cop,” she counted on her little finger, “a veteran and has a Ph.D. He’s the most well-read person that I know, and he is a perfect gentleman. And looks like all of this.” She motioned her hand over my stomach casually. “Yeah, I don’t need to be a woman who writes romance to see why she kept sighing over him.”

My face turned neon red. I had never been complimented in such a manner, especially in front of my entire family. Those were all things that I was, sure, but I couldn’t see how any of them were at all desirable or even attractive.

Laughing a little quietly to herself, Mom reached over to touch Bella’s arm. “He does come with a nice resume, doesn’t he?” She winked at me.

“He does!” She agreed, slyly going along with her to tease me further. “You raised an incredible man, and you should be very proud.”

“D’aw,” Emmett laughed, leaning into his wife. He made his eyes innocent and wide as he finally looked away from his game. “Do you feel like that about me?”

“Ha, no,” Mamaw answered for her. Rose just shrugged and nodded in agreement. He frowned at both of them. “You knew when you asked, boy. Don’t play dumb.”

Giggling, Bella shoved her face into my chest to hide it. It was so cute. I wrapped my other arm around her, chuckling as I kissed the top of her head once more.

Not long after, I fell asleep on the couch like an old man. My mouth was hanging open, and my head was back while everyone, but Dad, watched a movie. She didn’t seem to mind, though, using me for a pillow with her legs drawn over my lap.

Sometime later in the evening, Mamaw threw a balled-up wad of wrapping paper at me. It smacked me right in the nose, jarring me awake. “Hey!” She called to get my attention. I frowned a little as I picked it up, examining the crinkled blue angel-themed paper. “I’m ready to hit the road. Willing to give me a ride before you start drooling?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I mumbled, scrubbing my hand over my face. Thankfully, I hadn’t yet. Bella giggled again softly beside. “What?”

She shook her head, standing up from the couch so that she could stretch out. “Nothing. You’re just precious.”

“If you say so.”

Bella sat in the backseat on the drive to my grandmother’s apartment. They said their goodbyes by the car. Mamaw gave her a quick hug, thanking her for the chocolates. I carried all of her many gifts inside. It took a couple of trips. I set them on her kitchen table for her to organize. She disappeared for a moment into her room before I was done.

When she came back out, I smiled at her. “That’s everything, Mamaw. And I will call and text you more. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy,” I said as I shook my head at myself. “We’ll have more visits soon, I promise.”

“I know, baby,” she answered as she came to give me a hug. Her thin hand patted my back. “So, I’ve got something for you before you go.”

“Oh?”

“Now. You don’t have to use it, because it’s old and ugly, but if you wanted to melt it down and have it made into a new one,” she began as she pulled out an ancient green felted box. She opened it up and immediately recognized it as her engagement ring and wedding band.

“Oh, Mamaw, I couldn’t take this,” I began right away.

She shook her head. “I haven’t worn it once since your grandfather died. You know that I’m not the sentimental type. But if you wanted to, you could use that to propose to that girl.”

Pausing, my heart skipping a beat as she said the word ‘propose.’ I bit my lip, gazing at it for a long minute. “It’s only been two weeks.”

“Are you going to marry her?” She questioned. We both already knew the answer to that. I just reached for the box. “That’s what I thought. It’s hideous, though, so get something done to it. I always hated it. Your Pa had the worst taste.”

I laughed, closing it and putting it in my pocket. “Yeah, it’s pretty terrible,” I agreed. “Okay. I will look into it. Thank you so much. It means a lot to me.”

“I’m just happy that you are. And you’re finally settling your ass down! I never thought that I’d see the day. You’re getting too old for all that running around,” she fussed.

Blowing out a long breath, I nodded my head in agreement. “Yes, I am.”

“Well, I’m glad she’s got her claws into you. I like her.”

She walked me to the door. I gave her one last hug and kiss on the forehead. “Good. She’s going to be around for a good long while, I hope.”

“Yeah. She will be,” she whispered. Patting my cheek, she gave me one last kiss goodbye. “Goodnight. Merry Christmas.”

“You too, Mamaw.”

The ring box burned a hole in my pocket the entire drive back to the hotel.

I carried all of our gifts back to our room, Bella helping. It was a lot of stuff. After I put everything on the dining room table, I pulled off my jacket. I felt the weight of the ring box as I did. It made my heart speed up to even think about it. Pushing a nervous breath from my lips, I tried to swallow back some of my nerves. My neck hurt from sleeping on the couch, and I wanted to stretch it away.

“My, what a day,” I finally managed to get out when I turned around. She was standing about ten feet away, watching me.

Bella nodded her head quickly. “It was fun,” she offered. I wasn’t sure if I would call it that. She removed her coat, so I hurriedly took it from her so that I could put it away. She grinned as I did. “Your family loves you. They’re funny, too.”

“They’re insane,” I complained as I went into the closet to put them away. I did hers first, then mine. I looked into the pocket to make sure the ring was still there despite being able to see the outline.

“Oh, for sure,” she giggled lightly. “But, I like them.”

Grinning, I nodded my head just once in agreement. “I think that they like you, too.”

Finally, I turned back around. When I looked at her, I didn’t know what to say. She was so beautiful, her dress hugging her body in a pleasing manner. Honestly, I didn’t know how I was going to continue to behave like a gentleman. Especially since she was now allowing me to swat her ass playfully.

She took a few steps towards me, leaning upon the tips of her toes to bring her lips to mine.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for coming, darlin. I’m sorry that they’re so intense,” I began to apologize, but I knew it was only the tip of the iceberg. I really hoped that she could take them. Swiftly I shook away my fear, just trying to breathe. “They mean well,” I promised.

Bella didn’t seem bothered at all. She carefully unbuttoned my shirt, just the top couple. “They do. I promise that it’s fine,” she assured me as she dragged her palms down my torso, stopping at my hips as she peered up at me. “So, tomorrow, do you want to just spend the day relaxing? We could go to my place, and I can cook for you.”

I loved how well she knew me and my desires. The last thing that I wanted was to be around anyone. All that I required was her. “I’d love that,” I told Bella as I brought my hands to her waist so that I could pull her just a little closer. “Sounds like exactly what I need.”

“Perfect,” she replied before she kissed me again lightly. “I’m going to get changed for bed. Would you mind unzipping me?”

Sometimes, it felt like she was torturing me just a tiny bit, but it was in a way that I enjoyed. She turned around, lifting her long beautiful brown hair away from her neck. Leaning down, I kissed the spot just above the chain. She obviously loved her necklace and kept toying with it. Goosebumps formed as I pushed the zipper down. All I wanted to do was shove the dress to the floor and drag her to the bed. Somehow, I restrained myself.

Confidently, she took her overnight bag from the dresser and strode towards the bathroom. Her hips swayed the entire way. My Mamaw was right. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her ass.

But it was perfect, so who could blame me?

When the door closed behind her, I went to the closest to pick out some sleep clothes for the evening from my suitcase that sat on the floor inside. Even if it was going to kill me, I wasn’t going to force myself onto her. She was in charge of our sex lives now, and I was more than okay with that. If Bella wasn’t ready, neither of us were.

Before I changed, I pulled the ring box out once more to look at it. I smiled a bit to myself. Mamaw was right about something else too. It really was an ugly little thing. But I knew that once I got back into Dallas, permanently, I could look into getting it redone into something Bella would be proud to wear on her finger. When we were both ready.

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Locke Outtake One: Edward's Phone Call: Jasper's Point of View.

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Edward's Phone Call: Jasper's Point of View

I stared out the window, my chin on my knuckles. The pine tree scenery passed by us in the brown-green blur that defined all East Texas driving. We were going well over seventy. Sam always liked to drive fast. Usually, I would complain, but it never helped anyway. I was too much in my own thoughts.

All I could think about was that night. I was going to see Bella again. I was over-the-moon excited, to the point that it made me anxious. The day couldn’t end fast enough. The radio was playing quietly in the background. I wanted to turn it off, but my partner was listening to it, and it would have been considered rude to do so.

“Where’s your head, Doc?” Sam asked, glancing over for just a second before his eyes flicked back to the road. “You haven’t said a thing in two hours. You’re normally quiet, but I’m starting to wonder if you don’t like me anymore.”

I laughed at his little joke before shaking my head. “Oh. Sorry. Just thinking about something.”

He nodded slowly. “Ah. Something. That’s spectacularly vague.”

“Yes, it is,” I agreed with a smirk as I put my arm down to rest in my lap.

Sam sniffed for a moment before pursing his lips. “I’m going to use my world-class detective skills to say that you’re thinking about someone, not something.”

I actually scoffed. “And why do you say that?”

Shrugging, he peeked at me again. “So, I’m not wrong.”

I laughed again at his attitude. “I didn’t say that. I just want to know your logic.”

“Just a wild guess.” Grinning, he annoyingly knew that he was right. “So, what’s her name?”

Rolling my eyes, I blew out a long breath. I laughed just once without mirth, looking out the window again before I glanced back. He wasn’t going to stop until I told him. “Bella.”

“Oh, that’s a very sexy name,” he teased right away. “How long have you been seeing her?”

“We’ve been hanging out for a few months now.”

“So, it’s serious.”

Quickly, I shook my head. “No. We’re not dating.”

“Ah. I see. But you want her, and she’s not interested. Bummer.”

“No,” I scoffed again, covering my eyes for just a second. “No, it’s not like that. I do… I mean, I’d love to date her, but,” I paused, shaking my head. “I’m not here enough. I couldn’t do that to her. We have a mutual friend, that’s how we met, and Bella has told her that she deserves more than two nights a month. And she’s right. She deserves a man who is here to give her the love and attention that she needs. She’s just-”

We stopped at a red light. We were getting closer to the office, only a five or so minutes drive remaining. “Just what?”

I looked at my lap, down at my hand. “Everything. Everything that I could want in a woman. I’ve never even considered what the whole package entails before, but she’s it. She’s smart and caring, and we have so many things in common.”

“Like what?” He questioned.

Swallowing, I considered all the things that replayed about her in my mind. “Well, for one, she’s a writer. And you know how much I love to read. She was actually my favorite author before we even met.”

“Wow,” he declared loudly as he nodded his head. “So, you’re in love with this girl.” Sam was joking, trying to get a rise out of me. He said it blandly, almost as if he was unimpressed.

I cleared my throat roughly. “I am,” I admitted. “I didn’t- didn’t mean to. But… we ran into someone the other day that she had a crush on before we met. And it just slapped me right in the fucking face. Even worse is that he’s openly interested in her and asking me if he’s got a chance with her. And this arrogant bastard is a hotshot surgeon. So, yeah. He does.”

“Why not tell her how you’re feeling?”

“Well darlin,” I began sarcastically, “I realize that you are one fine ass woman and that you have a chance to fuck the pretty future millionaire boy-toy that you’ve been wanting, but would you mind staying loyal to me even though we won’t sleep in the same bed for more than a few days a year?”

“Damn,” he laughed a little, raising an eyebrow in my direction. “I figured you were a bit more confident than that.”

“It’s not a lack of confidence. I know that she wants me too.”

Sam nodded again. “Okay, so you're just stupid.”

“Maybe,” I muttered quietly before shaking my head. “No. I won’t do that to her. I won’t tie her down. It’s hard enough to be a cop’s girl when you’re in the same state. I know that your wife hates it.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yet she loves the paychecks.”

“Well, she should receive some sort of compensation for dealing with this,” I defended her. “I’m just so scared of ruining what we have right now. It’s perfect. Every moment with her feels so easy. And when we’re apart, it’s harder to… think. My mind is always on her, and when I’m going to be with her again. And she’s always so eager to see me, too. To make me happy.”

“You're definitely stupid,” he muttered to himself. “That shit is so rare, you gotta go after it. I mean, what’s going to happen when she decides to fuck the surgeon?”

The idea made something twist in my gut. “I just hope that she doesn’t forget about me and that motherfucker doesn’t-” I stopped myself and shook my head once again to get the bitterness out. “We’re just friends, so she can do whatever she wants with whoever and I don’t have a right to get upset.”

“You should just tell her. Let her decide what she wants. All you can do is lay it out there and hope for the best.”

“No, no, no…” I mumbled. “She would say yes, and she’ll be alone ninety percent of the time. I couldn’t be that kind of selfish.”

He sighed heavily as we pulled into the parking lot of the Bureau. Waiting to kill the car, he turned to look at me. “Man, that’s shit. I don’t know what to tell you. When will you see her again?”

“Tonight.”

“What do you have planned?”

I automatically laughed and flushed some, looking out of the window for a brief moment. I quickly moistened my bottom lip. “Um, I’m not going to tell you that.”

“Ah,” he laughed as well. But it was slightly mean. “So, this girl that you’re in love with is willing to come over and fuck you whenever you’re in town, but you won’t date her. Yeah, you’re not that selfish. What a fucking tool.”

“Ugh, I know! I realize! Trust me. I am, just not so greedy and self-centered to make her my imaginary girlfriend because it makes me feel better.” I huffed, rubbing my forehead again. My skin was still flushed. The conversation was making my blood pressure increase. “I know that I should just let her go, but-”

“That must be some world-class fucking,” he smirked a little.

“Holy shit, the best. Seriously,” I blurted out stupidly. “I’m just so attracted to her. We feel like magnets when we’re together. And her body is just… ugh,” I groaned, missing her skin, taste, smell. I just wanted her in my arms again, my lips on hers.

“Is what? You got a picture?”

I pulled out my phone and brought up her normal Facebook. Swiftly, I found a photo of her all dressed up for Alice’s birthday a few months before. She was in the tight black skirt that she had worn to see me. Her top was sparkly gold sequins, a mere camisole. It was low-cut, and her bra shoved her lovely breasts up together so that her cleavage was perfect. Her incredible lips were painted red. She was standing sideways beside Alice, her arm around our tiny friend. She was wearing heels and towering over her. Looking over her shoulder, she was laughing at something. I passed the phone to Sam.

“Well, would you look at that ass!” He remarked right away, his eyes getting wider. “Man, she’s a pretty one. Her tits are nice, too. And those are some serious dick-sucking lips.”

“Yes, they are,” I agreed with a smirk.

“So you like a thick girl?” I just shrugged. “We all pretend that we like skinny bitches until we get hungry, and they bring us salads,” he mumbled to himself. His wife wasn’t a thin woman, either. Whenever he went home, she fed him because that’s apparently how she showed love.

I laughed at his words. “Ain’t that the fucking truth? She’s cooked for me a few times, and everything is better than the last. She made the best meatloaf the last time we were together,” I said with a sigh in my voice as I thought about that evening in her apartment.

“I don’t like meatloaf,” he declared.

“I do. It’s one of my favorites. And it was by far one of the best that I’ve ever had. It would make you like it, I promise. Especially with the mashed potatoes. I rarely eat them because most places don’t do them right, but they were perfect. Thick and buttery with just enough little chunks to give it some bite,” I described to him in way too much detail.

“Okay, now you’re making me hungry.”

“Me too. Sorry,” I mumbled as we finally got out of the car. It was time to actually go to work.

After getting ready to meet Bella, I paced around my room. I was too anxious to slow down. It was less than fifteen minutes from six, and my heart was pounding heavily in my chest for reasons that I couldn’t fully explain. We were just going to do a scene. But this night felt different.

I cursed softly when my phone began to ring on the dresser. I figured it couldn’t be anything good. It was either work, or Bella canceling on me. Neither was desirable. Then I saw the name and grimaced.

“Hale,” I mumbled.

“Hey, man. It’s Edward. Do you have a second?”

I really wanted to tell him to fuck off. I didn’t need him in my head before seeing Bella. But since I had been an asshole to him before for no reason, I decided to be polite. He had apologized if he made either of us uncomfortable in an email and was wondering if we could arrange a time to play when Bella was better prepared. I just told him that it wasn’t really up to me.

“Uh, yeah. I have a few minutes. What do you need?”

“So, I was hoping to talk to you again about Bella. I was wondering what your opinion would be if she did decide to play with me?” He came at it from a different angle.

A little part of my soul died with his question. I didn’t want to answer him. My opinion was that she was an angel and far too good for him. He had a model girlfriend already that he treated like an accessory. I didn’t want her to become his toy. There was no way that I could tell him that.

I licked my lips just a little to moisten them, my mouth suddenly dry. “Well, as I said before, my opinion doesn’t really matter. She’s a grown woman with a mind of her own. If she wanted to play with you, it would be her choice and not mine.”

“Well, she keeps saying that she’d have to talk to you first. And I don’t think she would do it unless it was made completely clear by you that you don’t care. But I think she wants to.”

Leaning against the dresser, I found it hard to breathe. I roughly coughed, trying to pull in some oxygen. I wasn’t going to let him rattle my cage. “If she asks, I will, but she should know that I'm not her owner, and she does not have to ask my permission for anything that she does when she's not with me,” I snapped, my anger getting the better of me. “As I've said before, she is not my property, nor will I treat her as such. As much as I care about her, I will not dictate her life. I respect her too much for that.”

I would never play with her or control her as he would. Edward would only use her because he could never care about her the way that I did.

“See, Bella? You don't have to talk to him now,” he spoke in a very cheerful tone, but not to me. It took a moment to fully grasp what he said.

“Bella’s there?”

Panic filled me. What if she was-

“Yes, she's right here, and I must say, I am very jealous of you tonight. Her ass looks fucking unbelievable in this tight little skirt she has on. I have half a mind to carry her off like an animal into the woods. I think I'd like to tie her to a tree and fuck her senseless. So, what do you think, Bella? Should I? Would you like that?”

She still hadn’t said anything. I wasn’t totally sure that he just wasn’t fucking with me for some reason. Then she blurted out loudly, “no.” There was a pause, and her voice became just a little more distant. “I think I was telling you that I needed to talk to Jasper to buy myself some time to find a way to politely say no.” My heart could have exploded. She didn’t want him. “No. I don’t want to play with you. You don’t have permission to touch me, and how dare you corner me like this and-” The good feelings went away as the brightest red-hot anger that I have ever felt before touched my soul. He put his hands on her when she didn’t want him to do so. I was going to fucking kill him. “Jasper, honey, I’m probably going to be a little late. I need to tell this fool off,” she concluded emphatically, unafraid of him despite their size difference.

I began to look for my socks so that I could put on my heavy boots. So I could curb stomp his ass. “Do I need to hurt him?”

“No,” Bella clarified quickly. “He’s just an arrogant asshat who needs to learn that just because he wants something doesn’t mean he gets it. You have to earn the right to touch me because I am fucking worth it. You do not get to feel me up because you’re bored, and your girlfriend isn’t here to entertain you. I am not an easy itch scratcher. You only want me because it would be convenient for you, not because you’re actually attracted to me or even care about me in the slightest. So, you, sir, can kindly fuck right off.”

The words were like a punch in the face. I knew that she was directing them towards that fucker, Edward, but they could have easily been said to me as well. I didn’t deserve her either.

“Bella, give me a little more credit than that. Look, I sincerely-”

“No,” she growled viciously in return.

“You know, for an eager slut-” He began, but I wasn’t going to allow that for even a second.

“Hey, motherfucker! You don't get to call her that. I can because I have her permission. You do not. You will speak to her respectfully, or I will render you fucking speechless. Do I make myself clear?” I shouted into the receiver, surely loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear. I didn’t give a damn.

“Yes,” he answered so softly that I barely heard him. “I apologize. I’m sorry. I obviously misread the situation.”

That was plainly an understatement. Still, until that moment, I wasn’t totally sure if Bella was interested in him or not. But that was something that I would need to think about later.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible, sir,” Bella told me calmly before I heard the door slam shut loudly.

There was just a second of silence.

“You dumb, worthless piece of shit! Who the fuck do you think you are? You touched her? You fucking touched her without her goddamn permission? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry!” He yelled back at me. “I- I… I thought. She was into, you know? She likes pushy guys. You said-”

“Fuck you! Unless she said, ‘please touch me,’ you keep your hands to yourself. If you ever lay a finger on her again, I’ll cut off your tiny dick, and I will shove it down your throat before I rip your head from your shoulders with my bare fucking hands. And trust me when I say, they would never find all of your body.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” he repeated. Edward was truly scared. He needed to be. “I wasn’t going to force myself on her!”

“You were! You were in the middle of forcing yourself on her! The only thing keeping me from going over there and taking you to the police station right now is the fact that I know that I’d never get you there alive,” I threatened as darkly as possible in a growl. I had no idea if I had anything that I could actually arrest him for until I spoke to Bella about the situation. Still, I was undoubtedly going to frighten the shit out of him if I could. “I have lost a lot of sleep over the bodies that I’ve put into the ground, but yours wouldn’t be one of them.”

“I will apologize to her right now. She’s still in the hall. I’m sorry. Look, sorry,” he mumbled before hanging on me.

I roared in anger. I didn’t know what to do. A couple of minutes later, my phone buzzed in my hands. It was a text from Bella. “I'm probably going to be fifteen minutes late. I'm sorry. I'll be there as soon as possible.”

“Are you okay?” That was the only thing that I cared about. As long as she was alright, I would deal with him later.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll see you soon.”

When my cell phone vibrated again, I almost expected it to be Edward. But it was an email from Bella, linking me to not one but three stories that she had written for me to read. I quickly brought them up, my eyes skimming over the details. None were all that long, just a few pages each.

My breath caught when I began to skim through a story where she was in charge and how she would make me worship her on my knees. I would do so gladly, I realized. I knew that she was a switch, but it wasn’t something that we had ever talked about before. It made me instantly and surprisingly aroused.

Plopping down at the foot of the bed, I read it all the way through more carefully than the others. I realized how much I wanted that, to worship her all night. I wouldn’t call her Mistress, but it would be all about her pleasure.

Bella didn’t want Edward, she was already loyal to me. She wanted me so badly that she wished to explore all of her fantasies with me. She had a crush on him for years, and now given a chance, she literally sneered in his face.

There was ten times the amount of nervous energy in my body than there was before. I knew the phone call wasn’t going to be good, but I was certainly glad that it happened.

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