Waiting For My Real Life To Begin
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 22
Jasper entered his home that evening, more than ready for the day to be over. He was physically exhausted from his duties of supervising and drilling new recruits, but more than that, he was mentally fatigued from the many worries that weighed heavily on his mind, chiefly among them this new woman who’d come to town.
There was just something about her that had him feeling very uneasy. Never had he reacted so negatively to someone and it had him baffled as there was nothing overtly offensive about her aside from her initial forwardness. Still, he trusted his instincts and wasn’t happy that she was seeking dealings with his father, but for now, there was nothing to be done about it. He would just have to be watchful and wary.
Hanging his hat on the rack by the door, he tucked his gloves under one arm and made his way into the parlor looking for his wife and smiling when he found her there as she stared out the window.
She must have been deep in thought because, after tossing his gloves on a table, he was able to wind his arms around her waist without her turning to greet him. She even startled as he placed a kiss on her neck.
“Oh,” she said with a sharply indrawn breath and a hand placed on her chest. “Jasper! You startled me.”
She turned her head to see him and he took her velvet lips in a gentle kiss that soon heated into something more as he drew her close against his body. “Hmm,” she moaned as she buried one hand in his hair to pull him even closer as her lips parted and the kiss deepened. “Welcome home,” she whispered against his warm, wet lips when they broke for breath. He simply smiled and nipped and sucked her bottom lip as their kisses continued.
While they kissed, his hand slowly reached down and drew up her skirts and before she knew it, he was beneath the layers, stroking and circling her slick bud as she gasped and keened into his parted lips.
“I want you Isabella,” he murmured between hot, wet kisses placed just below her ear and she panted as she pushed back against him while meeting his heated green gaze over her shoulder.
“Then take me,” she said simply as she challenged him with a smirk and an arched brow.
He grinned wickedly.
With a few sharp, quick tugs, he had her center bare and himself out and in hand, and as he urged her to lean against the table, he filled her in one long stroke. She tossed her head with a low moan, biting her lip to stifle a louder cry as he drew his hips back and began to slide into her again and again, his hard, thick cock stretching and stroking inside her deliciously as he held her hips, grunting with each thrust as he fucked her.
“Ahhh,” she cried as she pushed back into him while gripping either side of the small table to ground herself. Neither seemed to notice the various decorative items that jostled and fell from the table, some shattering into pieces as they struck the wood floor. “Jasper…oh god Jasper…” she moaned as the coil at her center tightened deliciously. “Yessss,” she hissed, just as he pulled her up flush with his chest. Grasping her chin, he caught her lips in a kiss while his hips continued to thrust powerfully into her, nothing but the sounds of kisses, pants, moans and groans echoing around the room as they climbed higher together.
As his heated open-mouthed kisses trailed down her neck, his hands circled around her; one to squeeze and massage her breast while the other found and circled her clit as she cried out, her breathing labored between her parted, kiss swollen lips.
“Oh god…oh god…” she chanted, close to delirium from the sensations he elicited within her. “Jasper…please…” she begged and he growled as his thrusts increased in strength, grunting out each time he seated himself deeply inside her.
It was then that he began to feel her tighten around him and his lips curved into a smile as he kissed and nipped the satin skin of her shoulder. “That’s it baby doll…you’re ready for me…just let go…that’s it,” he panted while bending his knees just a bit to change the angle. She cried out loudly and he felt her pulse around him just as he clenched his jaw, seated himself one last time and filled her in hot spurts as a dizzying orgasm overtook him. “Isabella,” he breathed out as he held her limp, sated form against him, his forehead resting on her shoulder. “I love you, baby doll.”
She laughed breathlessly while clutching to his arms that still encircled her. “I love you too Jasper Whitlock,” she said, her tone laced with wonder and a bit of humor as he hugged her close while smiling against her cheek.
Outside, in the quiet shadows of the evening, a man’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring in anger, jealousy, and hate as he watched the silhouette of the loving couple through the sheer curtains of their window.
For all his life it seemed, Jasper Whitlock had always bested him in every way. He’d even been rejected from the officer’s corp and all he would ever be was a grunt while that whelp Whitlock was a Lieutenant at seventeen.
Now, here he was, alone and lurking in the shadows, having to watch as his nemesis made love to the only girl who’d ever caught his fancy…
As he watched them finish and share a tender embrace, he leaned over and spat, his eyes narrowed as his anger simmered.
He would just have to continue enduring it…for now.
~o0o~
Later that evening, Damon Salvatore was just shaking hands with a business associate on the boardwalk outside the Whitlock offices when a familiar scent wafted to him on the evening breeze.
He smirked mentally as he bid the other man a good evening and calmly parted ways, feigning ignorance to her presence. As he began walking in the direction of his home, he wasn’t surprised in the least when he felt a feminine arm entwine with his. “Lovely evening for a stroll, wouldn’t you agree Mr. Salvatore?”
He didn’t even glance at her. “That it is, Miss Pierce,” he drawled, falling silent thereafter.
After several moments of silence, he was gratified to hear her huff. “Are you going to speak at least?” she asked petulantly. “Lord knows I’m fit to burst with curiosity about you, and it’s hardly polite to ignore me so.”
He arched a brow, still staring straight ahead. “You sought me out did you not? Why is it then incumbent upon me to make conversation?”
“I did seek you out,” she pouted. “But you could at least be a gentleman now that I’m with you and speak.”
He chuckled darkly. “I am no gentleman, Miss Pierce, and you are no lady,” he stated dryly. He still had yet to even glance at her.
She sucked in a sharp breath, the hand on his arm tensing. “I am a lady,” she insisted, her voice just above a hiss and he smirked coldly.
“If you insist,” he said, humor now lacing his tone.
He could almost hear her teeth grind in frustration. “You’re laughing at me,” she ground out and he affected a bored expression.
“I assure you, I find nothing humorous about you,” he said, his eyes a frosty blue as he stared into the shadowed distance.
“Damon!” she finally exclaimed, hurrying around to step in front of him with a hand against his chest.
He stared down at her, his face blank and eyes cold until one inky brow rose in silent question.
“Damon,” she murmured, her tone soft and cajoling now. “Please, won’t you speak with me?” Her hand rose to caress his cheek as her head tilted. “Please?” she continued. “We were so good together, even with you as a human…I’m sure it would be even better now…” she coaxed as her hands ran over his shoulders and down over his lapels while her eyes followed their path. Looking back up through her lashes, she stepped closer and cupped his cheek while her thumb caressed his full bottom lip. “Wouldn’t you like to try?”
When no answer was forthcoming, she leaned up and kissed him, gently at first and then more boldly, her tongue lightly tracing the seam of his lips as her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.
When he didn’t respond, she ended the kiss and looked searchingly into his eyes as a crease knit her brow. “What happened to you?” she murmured, seeming genuinely puzzled.
He stepped back from her. “Perhaps I’m no longer so easily entrapped.” He gave a slight bow. “Good evening to you, Miss Pierce,” he said as he stepped around her and continued on his way leaving her frozen in surprise behind him.
He didn’t even allow himself a smirk until his door had closed behind him. She had taken the bait, and now he’d set the hook.
As he entered his library, he tossed his hat on a chair and moved to the sideboard to get a drink. Pouring a double aged bourbon, he downed half of it and refilled the glass before finally taking a seat in a plush armchair.
Loosening his tie as he stared out the window into the night, he reached up absently and touched his lips as an old, familiar pain ghosted through him from the renewal of memories he’d thought long dead.
He was confused by her reaction this evening. It had seemed almost…real…
His fist clenched and he took a hearty pull from his glass as he growled lowly. He couldn’t do this—couldn’t afford to do this. She was a cold, heartless bitch and he’d do well to keep that in mind. It was crucial that he do so…
Still—his traitorous heart and mind colluded—that reaction—that moment of concerned bewilderment on her part had him almost reeling. Could it be possible?
Had he…misjudged her…this whole time?
~o0o~
Late that night, by the meager light of three ritual candles, cards were shuffled expertly by the hands of one imbued with the wisdom and power of an ancient blood-line; one with gifts, chiefly among them the gift of The Sight.
Carefully, she laid out the cards as she concentrated on the future of the one she worried most for at the moment. When the last card was laid, she breathed deeply three times and began to turn and read them.
When she turned the last card, she drew in a sharp breath, her eyes going wide. “Oh lord,” she breathed. “What have you done now?” she muttered as dread laced her tone. Hurriedly, she gathered the cards and reshuffled, one question urgently circling through her mind as she did so… ‘Will I be able to fix it?’
Jasper entered his home that evening, more than ready for the day to be over. He was physically exhausted from his duties of supervising and drilling new recruits, but more than that, he was mentally fatigued from the many worries that weighed heavily on his mind, chiefly among them this new woman who’d come to town.
There was just something about her that had him feeling very uneasy. Never had he reacted so negatively to someone and it had him baffled as there was nothing overtly offensive about her aside from her initial forwardness. Still, he trusted his instincts and wasn’t happy that she was seeking dealings with his father, but for now, there was nothing to be done about it. He would just have to be watchful and wary.
Hanging his hat on the rack by the door, he tucked his gloves under one arm and made his way into the parlor looking for his wife and smiling when he found her there as she stared out the window.
She must have been deep in thought because, after tossing his gloves on a table, he was able to wind his arms around her waist without her turning to greet him. She even startled as he placed a kiss on her neck.
“Oh,” she said with a sharply indrawn breath and a hand placed on her chest. “Jasper! You startled me.”
She turned her head to see him and he took her velvet lips in a gentle kiss that soon heated into something more as he drew her close against his body. “Hmm,” she moaned as she buried one hand in his hair to pull him even closer as her lips parted and the kiss deepened. “Welcome home,” she whispered against his warm, wet lips when they broke for breath. He simply smiled and nipped and sucked her bottom lip as their kisses continued.
While they kissed, his hand slowly reached down and drew up her skirts and before she knew it, he was beneath the layers, stroking and circling her slick bud as she gasped and keened into his parted lips.
“I want you Isabella,” he murmured between hot, wet kisses placed just below her ear and she panted as she pushed back against him while meeting his heated green gaze over her shoulder.
“Then take me,” she said simply as she challenged him with a smirk and an arched brow.
He grinned wickedly.
With a few sharp, quick tugs, he had her center bare and himself out and in hand, and as he urged her to lean against the table, he filled her in one long stroke. She tossed her head with a low moan, biting her lip to stifle a louder cry as he drew his hips back and began to slide into her again and again, his hard, thick cock stretching and stroking inside her deliciously as he held her hips, grunting with each thrust as he fucked her.
“Ahhh,” she cried as she pushed back into him while gripping either side of the small table to ground herself. Neither seemed to notice the various decorative items that jostled and fell from the table, some shattering into pieces as they struck the wood floor. “Jasper…oh god Jasper…” she moaned as the coil at her center tightened deliciously. “Yessss,” she hissed, just as he pulled her up flush with his chest. Grasping her chin, he caught her lips in a kiss while his hips continued to thrust powerfully into her, nothing but the sounds of kisses, pants, moans and groans echoing around the room as they climbed higher together.
As his heated open-mouthed kisses trailed down her neck, his hands circled around her; one to squeeze and massage her breast while the other found and circled her clit as she cried out, her breathing labored between her parted, kiss swollen lips.
“Oh god…oh god…” she chanted, close to delirium from the sensations he elicited within her. “Jasper…please…” she begged and he growled as his thrusts increased in strength, grunting out each time he seated himself deeply inside her.
It was then that he began to feel her tighten around him and his lips curved into a smile as he kissed and nipped the satin skin of her shoulder. “That’s it baby doll…you’re ready for me…just let go…that’s it,” he panted while bending his knees just a bit to change the angle. She cried out loudly and he felt her pulse around him just as he clenched his jaw, seated himself one last time and filled her in hot spurts as a dizzying orgasm overtook him. “Isabella,” he breathed out as he held her limp, sated form against him, his forehead resting on her shoulder. “I love you, baby doll.”
She laughed breathlessly while clutching to his arms that still encircled her. “I love you too Jasper Whitlock,” she said, her tone laced with wonder and a bit of humor as he hugged her close while smiling against her cheek.
Outside, in the quiet shadows of the evening, a man’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring in anger, jealousy, and hate as he watched the silhouette of the loving couple through the sheer curtains of their window.
For all his life it seemed, Jasper Whitlock had always bested him in every way. He’d even been rejected from the officer’s corp and all he would ever be was a grunt while that whelp Whitlock was a Lieutenant at seventeen.
Now, here he was, alone and lurking in the shadows, having to watch as his nemesis made love to the only girl who’d ever caught his fancy…
As he watched them finish and share a tender embrace, he leaned over and spat, his eyes narrowed as his anger simmered.
He would just have to continue enduring it…for now.
~o0o~
Later that evening, Damon Salvatore was just shaking hands with a business associate on the boardwalk outside the Whitlock offices when a familiar scent wafted to him on the evening breeze.
He smirked mentally as he bid the other man a good evening and calmly parted ways, feigning ignorance to her presence. As he began walking in the direction of his home, he wasn’t surprised in the least when he felt a feminine arm entwine with his. “Lovely evening for a stroll, wouldn’t you agree Mr. Salvatore?”
He didn’t even glance at her. “That it is, Miss Pierce,” he drawled, falling silent thereafter.
After several moments of silence, he was gratified to hear her huff. “Are you going to speak at least?” she asked petulantly. “Lord knows I’m fit to burst with curiosity about you, and it’s hardly polite to ignore me so.”
He arched a brow, still staring straight ahead. “You sought me out did you not? Why is it then incumbent upon me to make conversation?”
“I did seek you out,” she pouted. “But you could at least be a gentleman now that I’m with you and speak.”
He chuckled darkly. “I am no gentleman, Miss Pierce, and you are no lady,” he stated dryly. He still had yet to even glance at her.
She sucked in a sharp breath, the hand on his arm tensing. “I am a lady,” she insisted, her voice just above a hiss and he smirked coldly.
“If you insist,” he said, humor now lacing his tone.
He could almost hear her teeth grind in frustration. “You’re laughing at me,” she ground out and he affected a bored expression.
“I assure you, I find nothing humorous about you,” he said, his eyes a frosty blue as he stared into the shadowed distance.
“Damon!” she finally exclaimed, hurrying around to step in front of him with a hand against his chest.
He stared down at her, his face blank and eyes cold until one inky brow rose in silent question.
“Damon,” she murmured, her tone soft and cajoling now. “Please, won’t you speak with me?” Her hand rose to caress his cheek as her head tilted. “Please?” she continued. “We were so good together, even with you as a human…I’m sure it would be even better now…” she coaxed as her hands ran over his shoulders and down over his lapels while her eyes followed their path. Looking back up through her lashes, she stepped closer and cupped his cheek while her thumb caressed his full bottom lip. “Wouldn’t you like to try?”
When no answer was forthcoming, she leaned up and kissed him, gently at first and then more boldly, her tongue lightly tracing the seam of his lips as her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.
When he didn’t respond, she ended the kiss and looked searchingly into his eyes as a crease knit her brow. “What happened to you?” she murmured, seeming genuinely puzzled.
He stepped back from her. “Perhaps I’m no longer so easily entrapped.” He gave a slight bow. “Good evening to you, Miss Pierce,” he said as he stepped around her and continued on his way leaving her frozen in surprise behind him.
He didn’t even allow himself a smirk until his door had closed behind him. She had taken the bait, and now he’d set the hook.
As he entered his library, he tossed his hat on a chair and moved to the sideboard to get a drink. Pouring a double aged bourbon, he downed half of it and refilled the glass before finally taking a seat in a plush armchair.
Loosening his tie as he stared out the window into the night, he reached up absently and touched his lips as an old, familiar pain ghosted through him from the renewal of memories he’d thought long dead.
He was confused by her reaction this evening. It had seemed almost…real…
His fist clenched and he took a hearty pull from his glass as he growled lowly. He couldn’t do this—couldn’t afford to do this. She was a cold, heartless bitch and he’d do well to keep that in mind. It was crucial that he do so…
Still—his traitorous heart and mind colluded—that reaction—that moment of concerned bewilderment on her part had him almost reeling. Could it be possible?
Had he…misjudged her…this whole time?
~o0o~
Late that night, by the meager light of three ritual candles, cards were shuffled expertly by the hands of one imbued with the wisdom and power of an ancient blood-line; one with gifts, chiefly among them the gift of The Sight.
Carefully, she laid out the cards as she concentrated on the future of the one she worried most for at the moment. When the last card was laid, she breathed deeply three times and began to turn and read them.
When she turned the last card, she drew in a sharp breath, her eyes going wide. “Oh lord,” she breathed. “What have you done now?” she muttered as dread laced her tone. Hurriedly, she gathered the cards and reshuffled, one question urgently circling through her mind as she did so… ‘Will I be able to fix it?’
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