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Disclaimer: This story is absolutely rated M and is for the mature audience. If you are under 18 stop now and find another story. For the entirety of this story Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all its story line and recognizable characters. I like my characters with a little more edge to them, hence,

Only At Night

Chapter 1

The Tease

I climbed in and slammed the door to my car. Before I even had the key in the ignition my cell started singing the tune indicating that it was the walking dick head I called boss. He wouldn't be so bad if he spent less time trying to get into my pants and more time actually trying to do his job. "Yeah Jay?" Maybe I should just fuck him and get it over with.

"The court filings are on the top of the file folder labeled pleadings." Shit, can't he even come up with a plausible excuse for calling me at 9:00 on a Friday night!!

I could just imagine mounting his tweezer weiner, I wonder which way to face to make me less likely to hurl; would it be better to face his sweaty balls and stinky athlete's feet or the beer keg gut and whiskey onion breath. The thought made me shudder.

"Did you need anything else Jay? I'm out at the moment. Ok have a good weekend."

Ugh, I have got to get a better job, but where else am I going to have the flexibility to finish school and get paid this ridiculous amount of money. I would just have to endure it. There was no other way I would be able to afford what I needed and have the flexibility I needed.

I headed for the bar looking to release some of this pent up aggravation. Damn, the parking lot was already packed. I circled around and parked on the street in front of the bar. Good, Emmett was bouncing, I wouldn't have to wait in line or deal with any bullshit. I walked straight to him and he smiled. I planted a kiss on his cheek and snuck in behind him earning me killer looks from the amateurs in line. By the time I reached the bar Mike had two shots ready and waiting. I handed him my purse and as soon as he tucked it safely away under the bar we partook in our Friday night ritual; "1, 2, 3 fuck it." and we each threw back our shot.

Ahh, better. "So, what's it look like tonight Mike?"

"The usual." He wiped the bar down as he spoke.

"I'm dancing." I announced slipping off the bar stool.

I walked off to the dance floor scanning the crowd seeing too many familiar faces. There was nobody in view that I felt like giving a repeat performance, so for now I would be content to dance alone and play the tease. What the hell, I was good at it. I slowly swayed my hips and closed my eyes letting the music flow through me; move me, hips following to the rhythm coursing through the floor. It was no more than a minute before the annoying sound penetrated my solitude, what the hell.

"Hi Bella."

That's fuckin' original, not even worthy of opening my eyes. I turned my back to the annoyance and kept dancing.

"Um, did you want to dance Bella?"

What the hell did it look like I was doing? "Get lost."

"Sorry."

Shit, now I need another drink. I opened my eyes and oriented my self to the bar and danced my way across the dance floor. Half way there I spotted him.

He was sitting at the back alone and he was watching me. Oh good, I loved an audience.

I caught Mike's eye and nodded. When I finally made it up to the bar he held another shot out to me and counted us off, '1, 2, 3'. I handed him back the glass and took my drink from him, sipping at it through the tiny straw before handing it back to him for safe keeping.

My audience was still watching so I shook my ass all the way back to the floor just for him. He wasn't disappointed; he was smirking when I reached the floor turning to face him. Raising my arms over my head and swaying my hips in slow little circles watching him watch me. He didn't move, just watched from his perch at the back of the bar. Oh this was going to be fun. He was new, I'd never seen him before, I would have remembered. There were so many that I would have just liked to forget and so few worth remembering and fewer still that I ever bedded twice and never in my own bed. It just wasn't worth it; they always saw it as an invitation to overstay their welcome.

I slid one arm down my side grazing my breast and stroking my thigh for him. He liked it, so I continued, bending my knees and gyrating toward the floor, sure that we would be able to get a glimpse of the black lacy thong under my too tight and too short skirt. He smirked, but still he didn't move, just sat and watched.

I felt someone come up behind me and a firm hand grab my waist. "Don't you look fuckable tonight, Bella. Who's the new president of your fan club over there?" Hmm, James. He ground his hips into my back and whispered into my ear. James was fun and came in handy once in awhile, but it had been quite awhile. He avoided commitment almost as much as I did; we got along because of that fact, no strings.

"Feel like putting on a show James?" I whispered up into his ear never taking my eyes off of my stanger.

"Whatever." He simply didn't care if I used him to turn on my prey. Hell, I'd done it for him a hundred times. He was very good at putting on a show, his hands slid down my sides and crossed over my stomach lingering in front of my mound before making their way back firmly grasping my ass and ending in a quick slap as he whispered into my ear that it was working and he'd see me later. He slowly backed away and turned to dance with someone else as I walked directly towards my target locking in his gaze before turning for the bar and Mike. Mike was wearing a shit eating grin, it seemed he was not impervious to my antics and he purred as he handed me my next shot, my turn to count us off, '1, 2 and 3'.

"Found something you like Bella?"

"Just having fun."

"Uh huh. Well you better be careful."

"Oh, I'm always careful Mike. What's he doing now anyway?"

"Watching your ass." He pretended to wash a glass.

"Tell me what he thinks of this." I bent over from the waist and adjusted the strap on my sandal, slowly and deliberately rising back up bit by bit winking at Mike as I became level with the bar.

"Well, I think that did it, he's flagging the waitress." Mike said as he turned to replace the glass he had now washed twelve times.

"Give me my purse, I'll see ya tomorrow."

I turned and leaned against the bar and watched him make his approach.

Ohhh, he was tall. I couldn't wait to climb up that and wrap my legs around. A disheveled mop of golden curls hung slightly into his eyes. I could see the washboard abs rippling the front of his black button down shirt. It was untucked and all but hid the package underneath pushing at the denim fabric of his jeans demanding to make it self known. Mmm, nice strong thighs, not overly muscular, but certainly good enough for endurance. Boots! Seems I wrangled myself a cowboy, oh hell yeah. I'd be happy to Save a Horse and Ride a Cowboy. Giddyup. He walked straight to me never breaking eye contact. He reached me and slid one booted foot between my high heeled sandals and leaned directly over my left side to talk to Mike; his hip against mine. Mmm, he smelled delicious, like an orange blossom mixed with spice.

"I believe this should cover yours and the little lady's drinks this evening." Oh hell yeah, he has a southern drawl, this ain't no pretend cowboy. He placed a bill on the bar and I heard Mike gasp lowly from behind me. "And then some, sir." Mike said reaching his hand across the bar for the bill. "Good, the rest is yours. Have a nice night now."

"Thank you." Mike handed my purse to the stranger and turned to the cash register.

My cowboy leaned back away from me and held out my purse to me. I took it continuing to stare into his ice blue eyes as he reached out for my hand. He encircled my little hand into his big strong one and pulled me gently, walking behind him, to the door. Emmett raised his eyebrows to me; it was always his way of asking me if I was ok. I gave him a wink and a slight nod. Emmett puffed out his chest and in his best, deep tough guy bouncer voice said "Have a good evening, I'll see you tomorrow." That was his way of letting my prey know that I would be missed and he knew exactly who I left with. I didn't really have friends but these guys were probably the closest thing to it I'd had in years. They watched out for me and protected me as best they could given my proclivities. After all, once I walked out that door there really was no telling what kind of mess I'd get myself into. That was why Emmett always insisted his number was the first one in my speed dial, all I had to do was hit "1".

Usually I could handle myself and believed I was a pretty good judge of people. I stayed away from the ones that set off my freak radar; granted the setting wasn't all that high. For what I needed, you had to be a bit of a freak to start with.

A cab door opened and I climbed in sliding half way over across the seat. The orange blossom and spice crawled in next to me shutting the door behind him and leaned forward to the driver whispering a destination. It was too low for me to hear and I really didn't care. The mystery was turning me on and I could feel myself getting wet from the anticipation of riding him with nothing but those boots on. His hand settled on my knee and his fingertips caressed up my inner thigh stopping just at the hem of my micro-mini. His fingertips were mere centimeters from my heated sex. I looked directly into the mirror and watched the cab drivers nervous face. He was thrilled at the thought that he was going to get a show. I spread my knees slightly waiting to see what my cowboy would do and kept my eyes on that rearview mirror and cabbie. I had to choke back a laugh when the cabbie's eyes widened in shock and excited anticipation. Cowboy started rubbing small soothing circles along the sensitive skin just out of reach of my sex. I reached my arm under his and lightly traced my fingertips up his leg toward the bulging in the center. I was worried the cabbie was going to crash since he wasn't even pretending to watch the road anymore, as my fingers traced up the zipper and over the rock hard package waiting for me to unwrap it.

The cabbie moaned and sighed in exasperation as he pulled into the drive and up to the doors of the nicest hotel in town. I closed my legs and retrieved my arm as cowboy leaned over palming the cabbie a bill that must have been very large judging by the expression on his face as he said, "Dude, I would have paid you for that ride." My cowboy climbed out and held his hand out to me easing me out of the cab.

Just like before he simply pulled me gently along behind him as he walked to the doors dropping my hand to open it and waving me ahead of him placing his hand on the small of my back guiding me through the door and lobby to the elevators. He didn't move his hand as we waited silently for the doors to open. An elderly lady dressed to the nines holding a tiny dog was standing at the doors as they opened. Cowboy moved behind me giving her room to pass nodding and saying "evenin' ma'm" as she exited smiling at him as she eyed me up and down.

He guided me into the elevator and rather than pushing a button for the floor he inserted a plastic key card into the slot just above the numbers. The door closed and we ascended. He stood silently watching me and all I could think about was riding his cock. Oh, I was so turned on. The doors opened into a marble foyer and he guided me out the door tossing the key card onto a table as he turned and took my purse laying it next to the key card. I walked further into the room and looked around. This wasn't a room; it was bigger than my damn house. There was an enormous living area off to the right and a double doorway at the far wall. To the left there was a dining room complete with a cabinet displaying crystal and china bearing the hotel's insignia. Just to the left of the foyer opening into the dining and living areas was a fully stocked bar and beyond that a doorway leading to what looked like a kitchen. In the dining room and directly across from the double doors in the living area was an identical set of doors. I noticed two smaller doors in the foyer and suddenly wondered which was a bathroom.

"Restroom's over there." he pointed and wandered towards the bar. What the fuck, how did he do that?

I used the restroom and freshened up a bit and came back out to find him at the bar with two shots waiting in front of him. Same whiskey Mike and I were drinking at the bar. So, he was observant. I walked towards the bar and he held my shot out to me. I accepted it and smiled as he reached down for his and gave me a slight smirk and a nod. We threw back the shots and placed the glasses on the bar. He turned to lean his back against the bar and said "dance for me darlin'." I hadn't noticed the music until just then, same type of dance music that played at the bar.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

I stayed where I was and started moving my hips and rolled my head back closing my eyes. I raised my arms high over my head and then slowly, seductively traced my fingers first down my face and neck moving so slowly as I reached my chest and flittered my fingers lightly across my tits stopping to rub circles across the nipples. As they hardened under my touch I moved my hands down towards my stomach and down to my thighs, gyrating my hips in circles, turning for him as my hands made their way across my hips and to my ass, arching my back and throwing my head back and hips out. I continued the routine for several minutes before I felt him in front of me. His left arm circled around my waist, his right hand and fingers tracing lightly down my face and neck mimicking my earlier moves, gently pushing my head back and following to my tits rubbing gentle circles across my nipples pebbling them under his fingers. He pulled me closer to him and ground his hips into mine with that sexy, hot, boot between my feet again. Oh those boots were going to be the death of me. I could feel his tight hard erection against my lower stomach and pushed myself closer into it, aching for it. He moved my head sideways to gain better access to my neck and I felt his sweet breath as he blew lightly across my skin, his tongue darting out and tracing a line from behind my ear to the hollow at the base of my neck. He gently blew light breaths back up the wet line on my neck. He kissed and nibbled at my ear and whispered "I'm Jasper." I moaned my name in response, "Bella."

"Pleasure to meet you ma'm." Jasper whispered seductively.

Oh fuck me.

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