Chapter 20 #2
“I’m a pretty mild-mannered brother compared to some of the men in my club, so I don’t know what has you thinking that I’m hell on wheels,” he says mildly. There is a trace of amusement in his tone, so I take that as an invitation to tease him some more.
I turn around to face him, water cascading between us. He’s already soaked, hair darkened and slicked back. I step forward and respond playfully, “Do all your brothers carry huge guns, shoot drones out of the air, and drag them home like game?”
He tugs me closer, a soft smile curving up the corners of his mouth. “I was born and bred to lead. My old man groomed me to be president of this club from the time I could walk. After all these years, it just comes naturally.”
“I feel safer with you in charge around here,” I say, running my fingers through his wet hair and pulling his mouth down to mine.
The kiss starts soft, but heat builds fast beneath it. My hands explore his chest, then trail lower, my fingers skimming the V of muscle at his hips. He groans into my mouth when I touch him, his cock is hard and thick and ready for me.
He tries to reach for me in return, but I catch his wrist.
“Not yet,” I whisper. “Let me take care of you.”
That overlay of lust is back in an instant, and he leans back, letting me take control.
I drop to my knees, the shower water pounding against my back, his breath ragged above me. He braces one hand on the tile, the other tangled in my hair. He’s not forcing me to do what he wants or even guiding me. It’s his way of being present in the moment with me.
And then I show him what it means to be wanted.
When I grab his cock, Jasper lets out this little sound that’s not quite a moan but something close.
Giving him a couple of strong pumps, I realize he’s already hard and so thick I can hardly get my hand around his girth. That’s when I decide to use two hands.
Jasper has a really nice cock. I have to give him that much.
It’s long, thick, and curved just right for hitting my G-spot.
If we ever get around to having sex, I have no doubt it will be phenomenal.
He also has a nice heavy set of balls. I slide one hand down to cup them and use the other to guide his cock to my lips.
Teasing the head with my tongue makes him wild.
I can tell because he has his hand tangled in my wet hair and he pulls my hair slightly.
By the time I get around to swallowing as much of it as possible, his body is trembling. There is no way I could ever fit all of him in my mouth, so I concentrate on what I can, sucking so hard my cheeks hollow out. I tease the underside with my tongue, making him curse under his breath.
When his cock begins throbbing on my tongue, I know he’s about to come. I keep with him until he’s on the edge, and then I gently grasp his balls a bit tighter, and he shoots straight into my mouth. I do my best to swallow, but there’s just so much of it he coats my lips.
When I stand, my knees ache a bit from the tile.
I can still taste the saltiness of him on my tongue.
Jasper is braced against the wall, head tipped back, and his chest rising.
Water beading on his skin, dripping from his chest, running in rivulets down his stomach.
He looks at me like I just wrecked him. Pride swells in my chest that I can do that to him.
I lean in, pressing a lingering kiss to his chest. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close until our wet bodies are pressed against each other. For a moment, we just breathe the same steam-filled air. My cheek rests against his chest, and his heart is still hammering away.
“I could die happy right now,” he mutters, his voice deep and breathless.
“You’re not dying today,” I murmur. “You’ve got important club business that needs your attention.”
A laugh rumbles in his chest, making his body vibrate against mine. His mouth dips down and presses a kiss to my temple. It’s a sweet gesture that makes my heart beat a little faster. Then he exhales, deep and deliberate.
“Your turn,” he says.
I start to shake my head, but he’s not having it.
Before I know it, he’s grabbing a thick towel off the rack right outside the shower and throwing it down on the little built-in bench in the corner of the shower.
His big, strong hands lift me, guiding me to the seat.
I sit, tilting my hips so he can see everything the Good Lord gave me.
My body is still ramped up from the oral sex I just gave him, and I’m eager to have his hands on me some more.
If I’m honest, I don’t want to be the only one giving anymore.
He kneels in front of me with an eagerness that takes me by surprise.
Jasper acts as though he was born to do it.
“You sure you’re okay with this? I’m not pressuring you, am I?” he asks, hands braced on my knees.
“I want to be with you,” I tell him. I don’t mention that I’ve not had sex in ages or how much I fantasize about how he’d feel inside me.
The words are barely out before he leans in. Jasper kisses the inside of my knee first, then makes a trail of kisses up my thigh all the way to my pussy. His hands coax my legs wider, and I let him because the look on his face says he’s not just doing this for me. He needs it too.
The first touch of his mouth is soft, exploratory. The first flick of his tongue is slow, tentative, and sensual. He takes his time figuring out what I like.
I love everything he’s doing. I press one hand to the tiled wall behind me, gripping onto the bar running along the wall. I feel like I need to tether myself to something solid while I’m carried along on a torrent of pleasure.
Jasper moans into me like I’m his favorite meal. Every movement is focused, deliberate. When he adds fingers, I almost lose my grip. My hips shift, and he follows the rhythm instinctively, adjusting pressure, finding that perfect spot. This is unlike any sex I’ve ever had.
Pleasure builds sharp and fast in my spine, winding tight with every stroke of his tongue. I cry out louder than I meant to when he sucks on my clit. He groans like my response only made him hungrier.
“You’re beautiful when you’re like this,” he murmurs. “I want you to come all over my tongue.”
When he sucks and taps my G-spot at the same time, I explode with a gush, making a guttural noise I hardly recognize as mine. I have never squirted in my entire life until now. It must be the months of pent-up stress and fear being released.
Jasper pulls me down from the bench and holds me on his lap on the shower floor.
Thank goodness we’re not getting the full spray of the showerhead.
He holds me through it, never once letting me go.
He keeps kissing me, nuzzling his face against my head, and it feels like he’s encouraging me to soak up all his care and, dare I say, love.
That I’m safe in his arms. When I finally catch my breath, I open my eyes to find him watching me.
His face is flushed, and he’s still dripping wet.
This new man of mine looks really pleased with himself, as well he should.
“Are you always this thorough?” I ask, my voice still hoarse from screaming.
He grins, resting his cheek on my thigh. “For you, always.”
He comes to his feet, lifting me as well. The minute my feet touch the floor, we make our way out of the shower. He wraps me in a towel, and slings one around his hips as well, tucking it in on one side. He uses a third one to rub through his hair.
He meets my gaze in the mirror and gives me a smirk that makes me want to roll my eyes and climb him at the same time.
“I think if you end up hanging around, we’re going to be doing that a lot,” he comments. “You good with that?” he asks.
I nod, trying not to sound overly eager. “I certainly hope so.”
“You don’t sound completely sure,” he points out mildly.
I raise a brow, unable to fight the smile forming on my face. “I just had one of the best orgasms of my life. I’m more than sure.”
He laughs and tosses the towel aside. “That’s what I like to hear, darlin’.”
We head back into the bedroom together. He’s in full no-pants mode, completely confident strutting around half-naked while grabbing clean clothes. I try not to stare, but he’s almost irresistible.
He tosses me one of his t-shirts. I catch it in midair and flip it open to see it says Harley with a motorcycle emblazoned across the front. It’s a nice one.
“You sure?”
He shrugs. “I’m sure it’ll look better on you because it’s too tight for me to get over my head.”
It’s soft and smells like him. I pull it over my head without hesitation and grab the leggings I left on the chair last night.
While getting dressed, I ask, “Who did this shirt belong to? I’m not wearing some other woman’s t-shirt, am I?”
“Hell no, you are not. First of all, I would never do something that disrespectful to my old lady. And secondly, I already told you that I never brought women to my suite, so how would their clothing get left behind?”
“Calm down,” I tell him. “I was just joking around with you.”
He’s nearly dressed, buckling his belt. “You are the one thing I never joke about. Remember that, darlin’.”
He crams his feet into his boots and gives the laces a mighty jerk before tying each of them. When he turns to me, I wave him away with one hand, “Have a grumpy day, sir.”
Suddenly, he’s all smiles again. “You think this is how it’s gonna be? You and me parting on bad terms? If that’s what you’re thinkin’, you better think again.”
He rushes forward, scoops me up in his arms, and tosses me onto the bed. When he crawls forward over me, I give his big chest a playful push, “Don’t you have places to be?”
“Yeah, I’ve gotta meet my old man and our tech team. We’re pulling that drone apart today. Hoping to find somethin’ we can use to get the Hyenas the fuck out of our territory.”
I nod, not ready to let him go, but not having much of a choice. “Be careful, Jas.”
“I will,” he says, kissing me one more time, staying a moment longer, like he doesn’t want to leave any more than I want him to. After a few seconds, he forces himself to ease back off the bed, grinning and happy. Looking down at me, he says, “And Tessa, one more thing.”
“What?” I ask.
He gives me that lopsided grin again. “Try not to fall in love with me while I’m gone.”
I lean back on both arms and say in my most flirtatious voice, “It might be too late for that, handsome.”
Jasper immediately moves forward and tries to climb back into bed with me. I playfully use my foot to hold him at arm’s length. “Go, do your job. I don’t want Rock or Queenie accusing me of dragging you off task.”
He chuckles, “It didn’t take you long to figure my folks out.”
I wave with one hand, and he gives me a swift chin jerk before heading for the door. This must be what falling in love feels like. If so, I don’t ever want it to end.
Hauling myself up, I rush to the spare room to find proper clothing. Because I think Queenie is supposed to take me to breakfast and then shopping for baby clothing this morning.