Chapter 20
Twenty
I’m not feeling very worky today.
—Jasper to Cutter
JASPER
I never thought I’d find a woman in sweatpants and a camisole sexy, but I decided that in all likelihood, I just hadn’t seen Calli so underdressed before.
I’d been her neighbor for months now, and I’d never seen her anything less than perfect.
There’d been no running out to check her mail in short shorts.
There’d been no tight Lycra pants and tight tank tops.
Calli was always fully dressed.
That was why, seeing her so haphazardly clothed, even if she was in a ratty pair of sweatpants and a worn-out camisole, was really turning me on.
I’d just shoved my hand down the front of my sweatpants to readjust my dick when she turned around and locked eyes with me.
My hand down my pants froze, fingers wrapped around my cock to position it better down the length of my thigh.
Her eyes took me in, hands down my pants, dick hard and straining the gray fabric, and a look of torture on my face.
Her eyes went from my torso to my hand, back to my face, then back to my hand.
I pushed my dick down, which didn’t really work, and removed my hand from my pants.
“You know,” she said softly.
I waited for her to say more, but she didn’t.
Which had me so goddamn curious that I put my food onto the counter and leaned a hip against the granite.
“Know what?” I pushed, making no effort to hide my hard-on even though I probably should have.
I couldn’t have her.
I’d made Searcy and Doc promises when they helped Calli find a home. I’d promised to always watch out for her. And somehow, I didn’t think fucking their sister was on the list of appropriate things they’d wanted me to take care of.
“I don’t know.” She licked her lips, her eyes once again trailing down the length of my exposed chest.
If this were any other person, I’d think they were staring at the scars. But with Calli, I didn’t think she even saw them.
It was like they were there, but they didn’t affect how she saw me.
Sometimes, when I’d catch her staring, I’d just know that she was looking at something other than my imperfections.
Her cheeks would always heat, and she’d look away.
For the longest time I’d told myself it was because she was uncomfortable around me. Uncomfortable around everybody.
But the more I stood there thinking about it, the more I realized that it was literally just me.
She always fought with me.
She always competed.
She always watched me.
She watched me like I watched her.
She competed with me like I competed with her.
Honestly, fighting with her never ceased to make me fucking ache for her.
Was that what it was doing for her, too?
I suddenly straightened, unsure what the hell I was going to do, but knowing I was about to do something.
Or I would have had she not come to the same conclusion at the same time.
With one swift move, we both reached for each other at the same time.
I had her in my arms and up on the counter among the discarded Chinese food containers in the next breath.
“What are we doing?” she whispered, her lips only a hairsbreadth away from mine.
“You know exactly what we’re doing, Calamity.”
She growled and reached up to run her fingers through my hair, then she dug her fingers in and yanked my head back.
I laughed at the ceiling, which only served to piss her off more.
Ignoring the pain or the clutch she had on my hair, I leaned forward and caught her bottom lip between my teeth and bit down.
She hissed in a breath, her hands digging in deeper, and leaned closer as she jerked against me when I nipped at her chin.
“Careful,” I said when her leg jerked and the water bottle she’d been drinking out of earlier spilled to the side.
The water hit the floor, and I lifted her from the counter and turned us toward the bedroom so we didn’t make any more of a mess.
Her legs wrapped around my hips instead of finding the floor, and I took that as all the encouragement I needed.
My ass hit the soft mattress, and the bowl of popcorn went flying, hitting the floor with a clatter.
Popcorn went everywhere, but I was too far gone to care at this point.
Not with Calli finally in my arms, exactly where I’d been pretending she shouldn’t be.
She stayed in my arms and followed me down to lie flat, her breasts pressing against my hard chest and practically spilling out of her camisole.
I couldn’t stop myself from smashing my lips against hers, my hand going to her hair and tugging her impossibly closer.
The moment her tongue touched mine, my cock jerked against the soft press of her pussy against me.
I was forced to pull away when I couldn’t catch my breath—my god, what was she doing to me?
When her forehead rested against mine, her breath mingling with my own, I couldn’t stop the words that slipped from my lips.
“You know where this is going?” I asked when I pried my lips from hers.
“Yes,” she answered simply, nipping at the base of my neck, at the split between smooth skin and scarred.
“Are you on birth control?”
She bit her lip but nodded her head. “IUD.”
I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to run a path from her collarbone to her throat.
“I’m clean,” I promised, hoping that would be enough, even though I knew it shouldn’t. “After my last time, I got checked. Haven’t been with anyone in well over two years.”
The monotony of finding a woman willing to overlook my scars got old fast.
It was also slightly discouraging when most of them had to have a little liquid courage to overlook them.
With Calli, though, she wasn’t scared of the scars. She wasn’t even flinching as she ran her tongue up the length of my throat, tongue tasting the bumpy, fucked-up skin that most girls shied away from.
For her, I was normal.
I wasn’t some broken, messed up looking man.
I was what she wanted.
I reached for the hem of her shirt and ripped it off, causing her full breasts to fall free.
“My god, where have you been hiding these?” I asked.
She snorted out a laugh. “Not everyone goes around flaunting their tits to everyone.”
“I kind of like that,” I said. “But feel free to flaunt them around me all you want.”
She hummed as she sat up, allowing me to get an unencumbered view.
The move made her pussy press against my cock even deeper, and I growled.
The view plus the way she was making me feel…
“Take off your pants,” I urged.
She rolled over onto one hip and pulled off her loose sweats with grace and speed.
Meanwhile, I had to work mine over my engorged cock and had so much trouble that she helped me free myself from the confines of my underwear and pants.
“Shit,” I hissed as her fingers closed around me.
I almost came into her hand.
I was about to embarrass myself; I just knew it.
Though I hadn’t exactly stopped masturbating, I hadn’t really gone out of my way to do it, either.
It’d been weeks…
“You’re big, Jasper.”
That was sweet of her to think so, but I was nothing special. I’d seen bigger in my life plenty of times.
Was I bigger? Yes. Was I the biggest? Absolutely not.
“Maybe you’ve just not seen that many,” I teased.
Her eyes flicked up to mine, and something came and went so fast I couldn’t read it.
But she kept me from asking the question that I probably should have by leaning over and taking the head of my cock into her mouth.
I let my head fall back with a groan.
All my muscle aches and pains were gone, and all it took was one talented tongue.
Calli’s talented tongue.
Years ago, when Searcy had just met Doc, Calliope and Searcy had forked some guy’s yard because the guy had tried to force Calli into oral. Calli had done what any sane woman should do and had bitten that motherfucker off.
I hadn’t known her well back then, but my “atta girl” had been voiced when I saw her the next time.
Needless to say, the moment she took my cock into her mouth, the worry was there. Not because I was scared of her doing the same to me that she’d done to that stupid fucking kid, but because I didn’t want her to do something she didn’t want to do. Hadn’t thought through…
“Calli,” I moaned. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“It’s a great idea,” she disagreed with me. “Now shut up and let me do what I’ve been dreaming about.”
In that case…
She squealed when I maneuvered her into position above my face.
Her body went taut as I urged her hips lower.
“If you get to play, so do I,” I growled before pulling her down until she was sitting on my face.
She cried out when my tongue swept through her folds, but I didn’t stop.
“Thought you were going to suck me, Calamity?” I teased. “Your mouth is…”
She growled and sank her pussy farther into my face, muffling the rest of what I had to say.
Sweet Mother of God.
Her mouth closed around my cock, and I swore I saw stars.
My thumb swept through her wetness, and she jerked.
With limited mobility, I pushed that same thumb deep into her pussy while sucking her clit into my mouth.
She cried out in surprise and tried to jerk her hips away from my face, but I held her still with an arm wrapped around her lower back.
She moaned against my cock, her fingers grazing lightly over my balls.
I kept up my fingers and tongue assault, working her higher and higher until I knew she was about to go.
When I was close enough that the next lick would’ve sent me over I growled, “Gonna come down your throat if you’re not careful.”
She ramped up her speed, which ultimately made me do the same.
There was no way that she wasn’t about to come with me.
I gasped in a breath and went back to work, doubling down on my efforts until I felt her pussy start to ripple around my thumb.
She cried out against my cock, and that was all it took for me.
I poured my release into her throat, causing her to gag.
Just as I was about to start spilling out, she closed her mouth around my cock and went impossibly deeper. At the same time, her pussy locked down on my thumb, while her legs clamped around my head so hard that I was being suffocated.
It was, by far, the best way to go, though.
I couldn’t think of a better way. My last breath filling my lungs and nose with the scent of her pussy? Yeah, I thought it might be a better way to go than even dying in battle.
I didn’t know where to focus, and by the time that she let me up for air, I was lightheaded. I didn’t know if it was from my release or the lack of oxygen, but either way, I was happy.
Ecstatic.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she breathed as she turned around and cupped my face with her hands. “Are you okay?”
I smiled, my eyes staying closed, and smoothed my hand up the length of her side.
She pressed her lips to mine, and I blinked open my eyes and pulled her in tight to me.
“Give me two minutes,” I said. “Then I’m getting inside of you.”
She hummed against my lips, and all of a sudden I realized that I didn’t need two minutes at all.
That was just what she did to me.
I was so damn gone for her.
“Please,” she breathed against my lips.
“Anything,” I told her. “Anything you want, and I have the power to give it to you, it’s yours.”
She ran her hand up my scarred side, her fingers dancing over the skin at my neck, and my chin, before she smoothed her finger along the skin under my eye as she said, “All I want is you.”
I growled and lifted my hips, pressing the length of my erection into her heat.
“I swear to you,” I said. “It’ll be better when I’m not so sore.”
She giggled and widened her thighs, her pussy now pressing against my bare cock.
With our eyes locked on each other’s, I slid inside of her.
Or, at least, I tried to.