Chapter 25 Jasper
TWENTY-FIVE
JASPER
It’s been three hours.
I’m pacing like a tiger in a fucking zoo, ready to claw my way out of the confines just to find Carter, to have her in my eyesight.
Ever since the moment I met her at the Row Party, she’s barely been out of my view, always a few minutes away, but tonight, being kept in the dark is almost like torture, except I’d give whatever the fuck it took to see her, even if only for a few seconds.
My sassy little demon princess is out on a date with another man – my best friend – but all I want is her back in my arms, even if only to confirm that she’s alive, breathing, and ready to rip out my organs for worrying about her too much.
I’ve resisted the urge to call her, but just as I give into the itch, she stumbles through the door, Tyson right behind her as she literally looks like she’s been to war and back.
Her heels are in Ty’s hands, her face is streaked with makeup, and her clothes completely in disarray, the exact opposite of the way she left earlier tonight.
Without thinking, I step straight to him, looking into his eyes as I let the rage that’s been brewing out on the only person I’ve ever truly thought of as family.
“What the fuck did you do to her?” I scream, about ready to rip his head off his body, but Carter steps between us, her soft hands caressing my cheeks, forcing me to look down into her eyes.
“I’m fine, Jasper. But I really need something from you,” she whispers, her soft voice easing the anger I felt deep in my bones only a few short moments ago.
“Anything, Principessina,” I say, wrapping my arms around her, not wanting to let her go after being deprived of her touch for what felt like years.
“Bend me over that table and fuck me until I can’t stand,” she purrs, luring me directly into her trap with the voice of a sex-kitten, and I eat it right up.
“You want me to wreck your perfect little pussy?”
“Please, Jasper. I need you,” she begs, and I nearly fall apart in her arms, the unmistakable consent one of the hottest things that has come out of her mouth.
In a split second I spin her around, pushing until her hips crash into the table, and her ass is perfectly positioned for me.
Rather than wasting time, I lift her skirt, swiping her lacy panties to the side, but revealing a black toy lodged into her pussy, and I swear, my life flashes before my eyes.
“Is this what I think it is?” I ask, feeling the wetness pool around my fingers as I push the toy in further, her body writhing against the table at the slightest touch.
“Hold her arms behind her back,” Tyson orders, sliding a chair out and sitting down directly across from Carter, his eyes locking into hers.
“I don’t think I can,” she whimpers, an exasperated, shaky breath leaving her chest as I reach for her hands, clasping them together right above her ass.
“You can, baby girl. One more, just for him,” Tyson says, and she nods, submitting to him with complete trust, her body relaxing with his words.
He pulls out his phone, and she sharply inhales, almost like a trauma response, but the buzzing from the vibrator fills the silence, echoing around the room.
On the highest setting, it doesn’t take long for her to fall apart, and I have a front row seat to the most beautiful view where my girl succumbs to her desires, relinquishing control while Tyson dictates exactly how and when she gets to orgasm.
Unable to resist, I swipe my palm across both of her ass cheeks, the sharp sting only adding another layer to her pleasure, and judging by the strangled moans leaving her lips, she’s right there.
“Fuck, Tyson!” She screams, her legs shaking uncontrollably as the release consumes her, and just when she thinks it’s over, I rip the toy out, replacing it with my throbbing cock, pushing into her with ease.
“Fucking hell, Jasper. You feel so fucking good,” she groans, and I release her hands, latching onto her shoulders for support as I pound into her so hard, the table begins scratching the floor.
“You’re so wet for me. Tell me who this pussy belongs to, Carter,” I rasp, my resolve breaking already as her walls clench around my cock, the overwhelming urge to spill my release into her taking over complete control.
“You, Jasper. I fucking belong to you,” she wails, her piercing screams ricocheting off the walls, landing like music to my ears as I pick up the pace, feeling how close she is already, even after the vibrator.
Tyson wraps his hands around her throat, and instantly, she relaxes, falling into submission while he chokes her so hard, I’m sure she’s seeing stars.
Her body convulses against mine as she reaches her climax, but he doesn’t relent, and I pound into her even harder, hoping to trigger the spot that sends her into overdrive.
“This isn’t going to hurt, baby girl,” Tyson says, pressing gentle kisses along her cheeks while he reassuringly talks her through it.
Without words, she’s forced to feel everything we’re doing to her, and the second her pussy pulses, I pull out, her release soaking us both as I simultaneously shoot my load on her ass cheeks, painting a picture on her flesh and marking her up in the most devilish way.
Inhaling a deep breath as Tyson releases her throat, she immediately falls to her knees, and we both race to comfort her after such a powerful moment.
I’ve never been into aftercare, usually because the girls I’d slept with in the past preferred to run as soon as the deed was done, but with Carter, I’m learning as I go, determined to make her feel good at every turn.
“Come on, baby girl. Let me clean you up? We don’t want you to get an infection,” Tyson says softly, scooping her into his arms while her head instinctively falls onto his chest.
“Jasper,” she breathes, holding a hand out while the other snakes around his neck, and I immediately lock my fingers into hers, providing the safety she feels when we’re both within an arm's reach.
“I’m here, my little ice princess. We’ve got you.” I follow a few steps behind while Ty carries her to the bathroom, shutting the door as she handles her business with privacy.
“We should tell her our plans,” he says, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, not wanting to pop this bubble we’ve been in.
“What if she runs? That’s a lot of weight to put on someone, them being the sole reason you choose to blow up the only life you’ve ever known,” I argue, keeping my voice low as the water begins to run from the sink on the other side of the door.
“She won’t run. We can’t just outline a scenario and expect her to blindly follow, though. If we’re including her, we should do so all the way,” he counters, and as much as I hate to admit it, he’s right.
If we want her to run away with us, it can’t be a surprise. She’ll want all the details, and likely, a hand in how we take down our fathers long enough to escape.
“Fine. We’ll tell her,” I say, but just as the words leave my lips, the door opens, and even though the exhaustion is painted on her pretty face, her eyebrow kinks, head tilting to the side as she steps closer to us both.
“Tell her what?” She asks, hands on her hips while she reads our faces, those icy blue eyes shifting between the two of us at a rapid pace.
“Let me run you a bath and we’ll talk? It’s important, Carter,” Tyson says, his tone soft, yet serious, and she agrees, stepping aside to let him in the bathroom.
“May I?” I tug at her shirt, expecting push back, but she lifts her arms, allowing me to strip her down to nothing while the water runs into the tub, the smell of flowers in the air as Ty adds her favorite bubble bath mixture.
“Sit with me?” She pleads, her eyes meeting mine as I remove the fishnets, exposing her bare skin, her dark hair and tan skin standing out against our plain white shower curtain.
Instead of answering her with words, I strip out of my clothes, holding my hand out to hers as I slip over the porcelain, feeling how scalding hot the water is as it sloshes over my calves.
“You think I’d ever say no at the chance to hold your body against mine?”
“I forgot, you’re obsessed with me,” she jokes, rolling her eyes as I help her over the edge, sitting first so she can settle her back against my front comfortably.
“Well, spit it out. You’ve got me anxiously holding my breath over here,” she sasses, and I can’t help but smile, her fierce attitude one of my very favorite things about her.
“We want to get out from under the family,” Tyson starts, and she shifts a bit, trying to sit up, but I wrap my arms around her chest, gently tweaking her nipples until she relaxes.
After what we just did, plus whatever games Tyson played with the vibrator, my girl needs to envelope herself in tranquility, even if only for a few minutes while her brain catches up to the heights her body was taken to.
“Wouldn’t you have to kill them?” She asks genuinely, the bubbles reaching her chin as she sinks lower into the water, but her hands stay intertwined with mine across her chest.
“That’d be the only way to make a clean break, yes,” I offer, the cold hard truth the only thing leaving my lips as we fully immerse her into our world.
“You’re important to us, Carter, which means when we run from the carnage, you’d be coming, too,” Tyson says, laying it all out on the table for her to either take, or leave.
Admittedly, I’m afraid of what she’ll say next.
If it’s a no, then she walks away from us at the end of this war, likely taking our hearts with her as she goes.
If she says yes, agreeing to fight this battle with us, her safety is at risk, and that’s a tough pill to swallow, knowing that having her completely is exactly what could be the thing that hurts her, or worse.
Neither scenario is ideal, but that’s the reason why we’re doing this, to better all of our lives and allow us the opportunity to plan for the future, together.
“I’m with you. For it all.” She rests her head against my shoulder, a deep sigh of content leaving her chest as she makes her decision in less than a second.
Just like that, she’s with us, and for some reason, that confirmation plants seeds of hope in my heart, believing that no matter what happens, or how bloody this will get, by the end of it all, we’ll all come out on the other side of it stronger than ever.
If there’s one thing I know, the blood and violence is her bread and butter.
She’s just like me, and when it comes to getting her hands dirty, I’d never find a better sidekick to stick with me through the thick of it.
I’m more confident with her than without, and as we prepare for a battle that they’ll never see coming, I can’t think of anything better than working with Carter, learning exactly how she operates in the heat of the battle, and offering her a few tricks I have up my sleeve, too.
I’m sure she’ll impress me more than she already does on a daily basis, likely finding ways to be better than me at nearly everything, but I welcome a challenge, especially when it comes to peeling back another layer of my most fascinating subject.