Chapter 32 #2
Our mouths crash together again, but this time there’s so much heat between us it feels like we’re about to burst into flames. Our kisses are rushed now. They’re rough. Biting. Harsh. And god do I love it.
Jasper’s teeth tug at my bottom lip as his fingers undo the button of my jeans, then the zipper. “Are you wet for me, Abigail?”
“Yes, Jasper.”
“Good.” Another quick kiss. “Turn around. Hands on the counter.”
I do as he says. My eyes are glued to him through the mirror.
His pupils blow wide as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock.
My arousal curls deep in my belly as I watch him stroke his cock, his head tipping back on a moan, and I find myself wanting to run my tongue along the muscles in his neck.
A second later, he fists the sides of my jeans and wiggles them and my panties down just until they get past my ass.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Abbie Girl. So eager and ready for me. Aren’t you? ”
“Yes, Jasper,” I pant.
“Shit,” he hisses. “I-I don’t have a condom.”
I shake my head. “I’m on the shot. Haven’t had sex with anyone in years.”
His brows pinch. “What about Law—”
“We didn’t have sex. Not yet,” I clarify. But then I quickly wonder if those two words were the wrong thing to say.
But instead of anger, Jasper’s eyes narrow, and he exhales a shaky breath. “I get to have you like this first?” he asks.
“Yes, Jasper.” It feels like the fifth time I’ve uttered those two words in as many minutes, but I can’t find it in me to say anything else. Because I know I’ll gladly repeat them over and over again.
“Fuck, Red,” he groans while fisting his cock with one hand and squeezing my hip with the other. “You can’t tell me things like that.”
“Why not?” My body tenses as I feel the head of his cock against my pussy.
“Because—” He slips his cock through my folds, coating it in my arousal, and I let my head fall forward with a groan.
“Nuh-uh, Red. You’re going to look at me while I fuck you.
” He notches his cock at my entrance and uses that hand to gather a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look at him through the mirror.
“Because there’s nothing better than coming in first.”
Before I can think of something smart to say, Jasper slams his hips forward and steals the breath from my lungs. “God, Jasper.”
He leans his body forward until his lips brush against the shell of my ear. “I can be whoever you want me to be, Abbie Girl. As long as you’re mine.”
“Yours, Jas. I’m yours.”
“Good girl.” Jasper slides out of me slowly, giving me a second to catch my breath. “Ready?”
There are no words. Not even a simple three letters, so I just nod my head and brace my palms against the counter as he thrusts home again. My hips bite against the counter, and I relish the fact that I’ll have bruises there tomorrow.
Jasper’s tempo stays steady as he thrusts in and out of me. “You feel so fucking good, Abbie. So tight. So wet. So fucking good.”
“Yes, Jasper.”
“Music to my fucking ears.”
Usually, I need clit stimulation to find any kind of release.
And I don’t know if it’s the intensity of the moment, or the fact that people are right outside, or that Jasper wants me as desperately as I’ve wanted him, or maybe a little of all of it, but I can already feel my release barreling forward with no chance of stopping it.
“That’s it. Don’t fight it. Come for me. Come around my cock.”
He lets out a deep groan as I start to tighten around him, and that sound is all it takes. My entire body tenses as my eyes lock with his, and my release crashes into me, wave after wave.
“I’m gonna come, Abbie,” he rushes out as his thrusts stutter. “Tell me where you want it.”
“Come inside me, Jas. Please,” I manage to say through ragged breaths.
Jasper shouts my name, not giving a fuck who might hear us, as he buries himself deep inside of me one last time. I feel him spill his release inside of me, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full. So whole.
The sounds of our breaths float through the bathroom as the two of us stare at one another in the mirror for a moment.
And the way Jasper looks at me—as if the act of us giving ourselves to one another was the answer to all of his problems, even though I know it’s not—burrows its way deep into my soul.
Jasper plants a kiss between my shoulder blades before letting go of my hair. “You okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“I’m perfect, Jas.”
“I’ve always hated it when people besides Joe and the guys call me that. But when you say it—”
“Sexy, huh?” I say, repeating his words back to him.
“So sexy,” he answers with a wink before standing up straight.
He slowly pulls himself out of me, tucks himself inside his jeans, grabs a piece of paper towel, and wipes between my legs.
I smile at the gentleness of the moment, dirty bar bathroom or not.
“Good as it’s gonna get,” he murmurs. His lips plant a gentle kiss on my ass before he pulls up my jeans and panties.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
The two of us go about putting our tops and jackets back on, stealing glances as we do. And once we’re as put back together as we’re going to get, Jasper pulls me to him and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Thank you.”
He doesn’t have to explain. I know exactly what he’s thanking me for.
I’ve been where he was. I know what it feels like to have your emotions take over.
It’s debilitating. All-consuming. Infuriating.
And I know how hard it is to get back in control of it all.
So, I just cup his jaw and say, “You’re welcome. ”
His bright green eyes dance between mine before kissing me once more.
Reaching around me, he unlocks the bathroom door, and when we both step out, Beau’s standing against the opposite wall, foot propped up against it, arms crossed over his chest, shit-eating smile plastered across his face. “You two ready to go now?”
Patting the center of Beau’s chest, I stand on my toes and kiss his cheek. “So ready.”
As we walk back out into the bar, Jasper’s hand brushes mine. Not holding. Not claiming. Just…there. And somehow, that feels like everything. Whatever happens next—whatever lines we’re crossing, whatever truths still haven’t been said out loud—I know one thing with startling clarity.
I’m not walking away.
And neither are they.