Chapter 23
Chapter twenty-three
Jasper
Abbie laughed when the five of us walked outside and she spotted the limo in the driveway.
“This is ridiculous,” she’d said, shaking her head as she smiled wide.
“Damn right it is,” I told her. “We’re riding to Billings in style.”
And maybe… maybe I had ulterior motives.
Maybe I wanted privacy.
Maybe, if I were lucky, I’d be able to see her stretched out across the leather seats in that dress.
And lucky me… none of the guys fought me on it when I suggested it a week ago. Well, I knew Beau wouldn’t have—I’m more referring to grumpy one and two.
Fifteen minutes into our drive I see the nerves start to take hold of Abigail.
She’s sitting between Beau and me, with Lincoln across from us, and Lawson beside him. Lawson and Lincoln are nursing another glass of whiskey, while Beau and I opted for a glass of bourbon, and Abigail’s glass of white wine sits untouched in her fingers.
She hasn’t taken a single sip.
Instead, she keeps smoothing her hand down the slit of her dress.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Fingertips tracing the edge of the green silk, like she’s trying to make sure it’s lying just right.
As if there could be anything wrong with it, because, fuck… that dress.
It shouldn’t be legal how good she looks in that dress.
The deep emerald fabric hugs her chest in a way that makes me fucking ache. And the slit along the side runs high enough that every time she shifts I catch a glimpse of her smooth thigh—since the second I saw her I’ve had the unyielding urge to bend down and bite it.
She looks like something out of a goddamn fantasy.
I have never—and I mean not once in my entire life—been prouder to have a woman on my arm than I will be tonight walking into that gala with her.
Which is exactly why I know she’s scared.
Because she’s asked us at least a dozen times if we were sure. If we were comfortable. If we understand what it’ll look like when we show up together.
All five of us.
This isn’t the life my sister leads. We’re not in New York City. We’re not billionaires, we’re not—well, I’m still not exactly sure what they do besides that but that’s neither here nor there. And we’re not like her friend Harper and her mafia boyfriends either. Yeah, you heard me… mafia.
My point is, we’re just four well-off cowboys, running a ranch, in the middle of Montana. This isn’t something you see every day. And around here, it probably won’t be wildly accepted.
And yet… none of us give a fuck.
But we know she does.
Which is exactly why the four of us discussed how we would handle this before tonight.
We agreed on one thing… she sets the pace when we’re in public.
We won’t hide her.
We won’t tone down the affection.
But we won’t push unless she’s ready.
And right this minute?
She’s not ready.
So, I lean in close while the others continue to chat about the new cattle we got. My mouth brushes just below her ear, the hair from my mustache tickling her sensitive skin just like I know she likes. “Nervous?”
“How can you tell?”
“You haven’t stopped fidgeting with that dress since we got in here.”
Her fingers freeze.
She glances down at herself like she didn’t even realize she was doing it. “I just—it’s just a lot.”
“The dress is fucking perfect, Red. You’re perfect.”
She shoots me a look. “You know that’s not what I mean.”
I do.
Her voice drops to almost a whisper. “I don’t—I don’t want to embarrass you. Or bring any unwanted attention.”
Lincoln’s eyes flick up at that. Lawson goes quiet. And Beau’s jaw tightens just slightly. Because whisper or not, we all heard her say that.
“Embarrass us?” I say roughly, tipping her chin toward me. “Abbie Girl, there is not a chance in hell you could do anything to embarrass us. Especially when the only thing you’re doing is loving us.”
Lincoln nods. “We’re not hiding the way we feel about you.”
Beau leans in and presses a kiss to her head. “You’re ours, Darlin’. That’s not something we apologize for.”
I press a slow, deliberate kiss against the curve of her neck.
“You say that now until everyone starts looking at us.”
I lean back just enough so she can see my entire face.
“I promise you, none of us care that anyone might look at us.” My thumb traces lightly over her knee.
“In fact… let them look and know that they don’t get to touch.
Let them see that we have the most amazing woman anyone could ask for.
Let them be jealous of somethin’ they can’t have.
Let them judge. I dare one of them to say it to my face. ”
“Jas—” she breathes.
“I don’t know if I will ever be able to adequately describe how perfect you are for me.
For us. There will never be enough words to explain how proud we are to have you at our sides.
You set the pace,” I remind her. “If you want distance, we give it. If you want hands off, they’re off.
But don’t you dare think for one second we’re ashamed of what we have. ”
Her lashes flutter as she absentmindedly spins the untouched wineglass between her fingers.
I take it gently from her hand and set it beside mine. Lifting my hat, I place it on the seat next to her before glancing toward the front to make sure the partition’s up and the driver can’t see a damn thing.
Satisfied, I drop to my knees on the limo floor in front of her.
Her breath catches. “Jasper, what are you—”
My hand settles just above the strap around her ankles.
Bare, soft, warm skin.
I look up at her through my lashes and let my palms glide slowly up her calves.
“Relax,” I murmur, and she shivers. “Let me take care of you.”
The material of her dress parts easily when my fingers find the slit. I spread the fabric wider, revealing the long stretch of her thigh.
That’s when I see a piece of black lace there… just waiting for me to find.
Delicate.
Filthy.
Perfect.
“Fuck, Red.”
From across the Limo, Lawson lets out a low curse while Lincoln groans, “Sweetheart…”
Beau wraps his hand around one of her thighs, spreading her wider for me. “Told you guys I knew what the fuck I was doing.”
I glance up at him, smirking. “Remind me to thank you later.”
Then, my focus goes right back to her.
To the lace hugging her hips.
To the way her fingers are now gripping the edge of the seat.
To the way her chest heaves beneath the bodice of her dress.
“Let me show you how desperate I am for you, Abbie Girl.”
My thumbs press into the inside of her knees, urging them farther apart.
She doesn’t resist.
So, I lean forward and press my mouth to the inside of her calf and slowly drag my tongue along her leg until I press a kiss just below her knee.
Then another, higher this time.
And another.
By the time I get to the third kiss, I can’t take it anymore. I let my teeth sink into the meat of her thigh, biting her gently.
She exhales a sharp breath, and one of her hands slips into my hair.
I kiss along the already purple mark before continuing my slow, deliberate path up her thigh.
And when my face stops just shy of that fucking piece of black lace, I press a gentle kiss against her pussy before glancing up at her.
“Tonight, you walk in there knowing every single one of us is proud to claim you. That we would burn it all down before we let anyone disrespect you.” My fingers flex gently at her hips. “And before we even get out of this car, I’m going to make damn sure you remember exactly how wanted you are.”
Slowly, I drag the flat of my tongue along her pussy, tasting how much she wants me, even through the lace. “Already so wet for me.”
As much as I want to rip these off of her, I want to see them on her again even more.
So, I carefully slide her panties down her legs and over her heels before stuffing them into my pants pocket.
A sly smirk spreads across my face as my gaze moves from her pussy up to where I see Beau dragging his tongue along the slope of her neck as he drapes the leg he still has hold of across his lap.
And when my eyes find Abigail’s I find her not looking at me or Beau, but across the limo at Lincoln and Lawson.
“You gonna take care of our girl or do we need to come over there and do it?” Lawson asks roughly.
“Hmmmm.” A slow smile spreads across my face. “I think Beau and I got it.” Leaning forward, I bite down on her other thigh, letting the gasp that spills from her lips wash over me. “Don’t we, Red?”
She doesn’t answer me, so I lightly slap her aching pussy before planting a soft kiss on her clit. “I said, don’t we, Red?”
“Might wanna answer him, Darlin’. Jas can get a little bit bossy,” Beau murmurs in her ear.
“Yes,” she says softly, and that’s all I need before my tongue meets her pussy.
Reaching up, I spread her with my fingers, giving myself better access to what I want—what I’m fucking ravenous for.
In long languid strokes, I work my tongue over her clit as she sinks deeper into the seat.
“Oh… yes…” she breathes.
I listen to every moan, every whimper, every breath while her arousal coats my tongue. Every so often, I feel her thighs start to close in around my head, but Beau remains vigilant and keeps her spread wide for me, all while kissing along her neck and chest, careful not to ruin her hair or makeup.
I take my time. Wanting her to feel everything. Wanting her to feel just how much I love her. How willing I am to spend the rest of my life here—on my knees in front of her—to bring her pleasure.
I want her to know she’s cherished.
Important.
Fucking ours.
“Shit… Jas…” she says as her body begins to tense. And fuck, the way that she says my name is almost enough to make me blow in my fucking pants. But I don’t exactly have an extra suit lying around, so I refrain. “I need more, Jasper.”
“As you wish,” I groan, before picking up my pace.
My tongue flicks over her clit in rapid succession, all while I hum against her pussy, letting the vibration bring her body to life.
All it takes is one look up to see her now fisting Beau’s tie with her mouth popped open—to know that she’s well on her way to falling apart for me.
I can’t help the groan that slips from me as she fists my hair, pulling roughly at the strands.
From behind me, Lincoln utters the words, “Jesus fucking christ,” and I’m pretty sure I hear Lawson let out a deep moan.
But I don’t focus on them.
My attention is on the woman in front of me as the tension in her body coils through her, spurring me on to work harder and bring her closer to the edge. Closer to what I know she needs.
“Jasper… yes. Yes. Yes. Yes—oh—ohmygod. Don’t stop.”
My tongue drives harder against her clit, and I sink one, then two fingers, deep inside her soaking cunt.
“Holy shit.”
I curl my fingers just right and work her clit even harder, all while Beau nips, licks, and kisses along her neck–careful not to leave marks where anyone will see them.
Finally, her back arches.
Her grip in my hair tightens.
And her pussy clenches around my fingers as she comes apart for me.
“Yesssss,” she screams, her hips now rocking against my face as she soaks my hand to the point that I know the cuff of my shirt is going to be covered in her release. But I don’t fucking care.
In fact, I love it.
Once her body finally relaxes, Beau gently lets go of her leg, and she slowly lets it fall to the floor.
I listen as Beau kisses her softly—her breath still coming out in pants—as I kiss my way back down her leg.
When my lips reach her ankle, I let my tongue drag along her skin, drawing her attention down to me.
“Feel better?” I ask with a smile so wide it might actually break my face.
Her chest heaves as she nods down at me. “Much better.” Her hand caresses the side of my face before she drags her thumb along my bottom lip, wiping off her release. “Thank you.”
Reaching down, Beau grabs her wrist and brings her thumb to his mouth.
She smiles at him as it slips past his lips, and he licks it clean.
I watch as his eyes close for a moment—humming in satisfaction—and he adjusts his position on the seat.
Likely as desperate to sink into her as the rest of us are.
Once he’s finished, he lets go of her thumb with a pop.
“Wanted a taste for myself,” he says with a wink.
Abigail giggles as she grabs my hat off the seat next to her and places it back on my head. I’m about to get up when she asks, “Aren’t you forgetting to give me back something?”
I look between her still spread legs, her pussy wet and ready for more. I reach down and pat my pants pocket. “Nah. I think I’ll just save these as a souvenir.”
I get up and retake my seat next to her, planting a dramatic kiss on her cheek.
“So what? I’m just supposed to walk around with no panties all night?”
Before I can answer, Lawson does. “I honestly couldn’t think of a better idea. How about you, Brother?”
Linc shakes his head. “Might be in the mood for some dessert later anyway.”
The five of us laugh as the limo continues to Billings. To where we will show everyone how proud we are to have Abigail Adams as ours.