Chapter 10
JASPER
The bus is quiet—too quiet. Ash is snoring, Jace’s headphones are leaking some old punk, Silas is sprawled on the small sofa with a book over his face, and Micah’s shoes stick out from behind the curtain of the last bunk.
I can hear the click of Sawyer’s phone. She thinks I don’t notice her—curled up in those tiny sleep shorts, bare legs, tank top riding up every time she shifts.
She looks soft, distracted, vulnerable. My favorite.
I wait. I watch her from the shadow of the kitchen and let the seconds drag, the anticipation coiling tight in my chest. She’s scrolling through her phone, bottom lip caught between her teeth, looking like she’s somewhere else.
I stalk down the narrow hall, and she senses me before I even say a word—her body goes tense, fingers curling around her phone. I lean into her bunk, one hand braced against the wall, blocking her in.
“You really think you’re staying here tonight?” My voice is rough, almost a growl. “I told you earlier—I’d take my time with you. Ruin you the way you deserve. Did you think I was bluffing?”
Her breath stutters, eyes flicking up to mine. I can see the question there—the hunger and the fear, the challenge. I reach in, fingers sliding over her bare thigh, leaving chills behind.
She opens her mouth to argue, but I cut her off. “Get up. You’re not sleeping here.” She doesn't move so I do.
With no warning I stoop, grab her by the back of her thighs, and lift her right out of her bunk. She gasps, arms flying around my neck, legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. She’s light in my arms, but she makes me feel heavy.
I don’t say a word as I walk her down the narrow hallway, feet thudding, daring anyone to look. Silas cracks an eye open; I glare at him and he shakes his head, but he knows better than to say anything.
When we get to my door, I pin her between me and the metal, bringing my hips up into her so she feels exactly how hard I am for her, how desperate I am to ruin her. My mouth finds her throat, biting down, just shy of too rough. She moans soft and broken for me.
“You thought I ruined you earlier?” I snarl, words hot against her skin. “That was nothing.”
She squirms, hands clutching my shoulders, and I love the way she trembles—half afraid, half wanting. I grind into her again, making sure she knows there’s nowhere to hide, no escape. Just us and the fire I plan to leave under her skin.
“You’re not walking out of here the same. I’m gonna make sure of that.”
Only then do I let her down, hitting the button for the door to slide open while I keep her trapped with my body. The second it’s open, I drag her inside, hitting the button. As soon as it’s shut, I press her right back against the door.
With one hand braced above her head, the other roaming up the inside of her thigh. She’s trembling, breathless, pupils blown wide as I press my body into hers, making sure she feels every inch of me.
“Did you like that earlier?” I murmur, lips against her ear, biting down just enough to make her gasp. “You like knowing anyone could’ve seen us earlier? That you’re all mine and there’s nothing you can do about it.” She lets out a breath and nods.
I drag my hand up, palm rough on the curve of her ass, the edge of her tank top riding up with every movement.
My mouth is at her throat, her jaw, teeth scraping skin that’ll show marks tomorrow.
“I could keep you on edge all night, make you beg and cry. Do you want that, baby? Want to fall apart just for me?”
She squirms and tries to protest, but I don’t let her. I grind against her, my cock straining through my sweatpants, applying just enough friction to drive her insane. “Say it. Say you’re mine. Say no one else gets to touch you.”
Before she can answer, her phone lights up in her hand—Blake’s name. The sound pierces through the room, shrill and needy, and I see her freeze, torn between terror and desire. She’s wondering if I’m going to stop.
I grin, cruel and mean, pressing my hips harder into her. “Answer it,” I whisper, lips at her ear, voice a filthy dare. “Go on. Let him hear you. Let him know exactly what you’re doing while he’s begging for your attention.”
She shakes her head, eyes wide, but I grab the phone, thumb swiping to accept the call, pressing it to her ear before she can protest too hard. “Go ahead, Sin. Tell him you’re busy.”
As she stammers, I slip my hand beneath her shorts, fingers finding her wet and wanting, I draw slow, teasing circles against her that make her whimper.
“Use your words, baby,” I murmur, nipping at her neck. “He can’t see, but he can listen. Make him wish he were me.”
Blake’s voice is tiny and angry. “Sawyer? Where the fuck are you?”
I don’t stop. I keep rubbing slow, teasing her right to the edge as she tries to catch her breath, tries not to moan.
“Tell him you’re busy,” I snarl, tongue hot at her ear. “Tell him you’ve got someone better. Or let him listen while I make you scream.”
She whimpers, barely managing, “I—I can’t talk, Blake. I’m…I’m busy.”
Blake’s voice cracks, confused and pissed. “What the fuck does that mean? Are you with somebody right now? Sawyer—“
I clamp my hand over her mouth as I shove two fingers inside her. “He doesn’t matter anymore,” I whisper, voice crazed. “He’s nothing. You’re mine.”
Her body shakes, the phone still live in her hand as I work her higher and higher.
“Let him hear you break for me,” I growl, possessive and cruel and so goddamn turned on I can barely see straight.
I remove my hand from her mouth, hoping she will give me what I want. “Let him know he never stood a chance.”
SAWYER
Something in me snaps. I slam my thumb on the screen, hanging up on Blake, not caring if the phone hits the bed or the floor. I want Jasper, need him, and I’m done pretending otherwise.
I grab a fistful of his hair and yank him towards me, mashing my mouth to his—kissing him like I want to bite, like I want to hurt. He growls against my lips, fingers never stopping, working deeper, rougher, until I’m grinding against his hand, fucking myself on his fingers, desperate for more.
“Yes, baby. Fuck yourself on my fingers. Fuck—you look so good riding my hand like a desperate slut.”
Oh, okay, praise and degradation kink unlocked.
I claw at his shirt, trying to rip it off, nails dragging over his shirt. “Off,” I gasp, “Jasper, off—” I need him bare, need to feel his skin on mine.
He pulls back just enough, breath ragged, and with one hand still inside me, the other reaches to his shoulder and rips the shirt, then he moves his hand behind his neck, grabbing the back of the shirt.
He drags his shirt off in one rough move, muscles flexing, tattoos rippling in the low light, and it’s so hot it nearly makes me dizzy.
Jasper’s fingers are fucking me right to the edge, every muscle in my body tight with need. Then, when I’m about to fall apart for him, he pulls his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching. I can’t help the frustrated growl that slips from my lips.
He smirks, mouth twisted in wicked satisfaction. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m only making it even. For now, anyway.”
He leans in, kissing down my jaw to my shoulder, teeth grazing my skin as his hands slip under my shirt. His palms are hot, callused, teasing their way up my ribs, barely skimming my breasts before he pauses—making me squirm.
He pulls back, locking his eyes on mine and hooks his fingers in the hem of my tank top. He lifts it slowly, watching every inch of inked skin come into view with that hungry look. When it finally clears my throat, he lets it drop to the floor.
For a beat that feels like forever, he stares at me—chest rising and falling, pupils dilated. I feel stripped, exposed, wanted in a way I’ve never been before. His eyes roam all over me, taking in every single detail.
Then he surges forward, mouth crashing into mine—this time slower, deeper, tasting every part of me. His hands start at my waist, gripping tight, dragging up my sides, making me shiver. His lips find my neck, kissing and sucking, no doubt, leaving my skin bruised.
He finally cups my breast, rough palms sliding over sensitive flesh, thumbs circling my nipples until I’m writhing against him.
He leans back and grins. “You know what I want, Little Sin? I want to hear you beg. Want to see how pretty you look when you’re aching—when all you can think about is my mouth on you. ”
He lowers his head, tongue swirling around one aching nipple, while his other hand squeezes and pinches the other.
The sensation is almost too much. Pleasure and pain blurring, making my back arch up into him.
He sucks, then bites down just enough to make me gasp.
His other hand rolls my nipple between his fingers, drawing another cry from my lips.
My hands fly to his wet hair, twisting and tugging, trying to pull him closer to keep him there, anything to ground myself as his mouth and hands ruin me.
“Please, Jasper. Please— I need you. Please.”
His eyes darken, and he grins like the devil himself. “That’s what I wanted to hear, baby.”
In one swift move, he scoops me up and throws me onto the bed, making me bounce. I barely get my bearings before he’s stalking toward me, every inch of him a predator, a king claiming his feast.
He crawls up onto the bed, eyes almost black and never leaving mine. When he reaches me, he kisses me softly—almost sweet, a tease after all that hunger. But it’s just a trap. He drops his mouth to my neck, licking, biting, sucking bruises onto my skin that make me whimper.
His lips blaze a trail down my chest, swirling his tongue around each nipple, biting until I cry out, then soothing the sting with another lazy lick.
He keeps going, mouth dragging across my ribs, my stomach, tongue flicking every sensitive spot, making my back arch up off the bed, chasing his mouth.