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12/17/2019

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

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Christmas at the Canvas: Jasper's Point of View

Warning: this outtake contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for a mature audience only. (18+)

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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12/10/2019

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

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Dropping off Mamaw: Jasper's Point of View

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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