Chapter Four
Jasper
“Well, that was interesting.” Cameron had gone downstairs with our visitors. Ostensibly to be a good host and to lock the door. Now he was back.
Wouldn’t be surprised if he said something to Rayne.
Or at least glared that super sexy glare.
Because when Cameron was annoyed, he could give as good as he got.
Funny how I knew so much about him and it’d only been a couple of weeks. Signing up for badminton had been the first thing I’d done when I arrived in town. Well, second, after meeting my boss. “I hadn’t pieced together how you know Wally.” I stood in the kitchen.
“That’s what you took out of that discussion?” He gaped at me.
I continued putting the mugs in the dishwasher. “I think your friends are perfectly lovely. Although, I have to say…talk about opposites attract. Everett is so…stiff. Rayne is so…friendly.”
Cameron titled his head. “Everett loosens up once he gets to know you. Rayne is just… yeah, he’s Rayne.”
“And you know Denali Williams.” I pointed an accusatory finger at him as I hip-checked the dishwasher closed.
“I’m quite certain she didn’t come up at any point in our very short acquaintance, so I can hardly be blamed with not sharing that tidbit with you. And I’ve only met her a couple of times. Until Rayne, no one had ever tried to set me up with her.”
I burst out laughing. “Yeah, okay, I can see Rayne doing that.”
“You have no idea. If I’d been so inclined, I would’ve been a much better match with Ursula.”
“Why?” I almost asked if she was as rigid as he was. Then I remembered last night’s blow job and figured maybe that wouldn’t be the right tack to take.
“Well…” He leaned against the counter. “Ursula is very logical. Denali is…a free spirit. I think one would have to be pretty uninhibited to be an actor.”
“And you don’t find that attractive?” Careful about poking the bear.
“Well, I’m not an exhibitionist.” He cleared his throat. “Although that’s questionable after my behavior last night.”
“You were drunk.”
“Perhaps. But that doesn’t justify what I did.”
“See, you’re carrying around some weird kind of guilt. If anything, it should be the reverse. I was the one who hit on you—even though I wasn’t certain if you would be interested. I was the one who led you away from the party—even though you weren’t really able to properly consent. And, finally, I was the one who blew you. If there was any taking advantage, it was me of you.”
“That’s not how I see it.”
“So we agree to disagree.” I crossed my arms. I wasn’t going to yield on this. I just hadn’t realized how drunk he was. Hell, he hadn’t had any experience with a man before.
“I offered food. It’s sort of midafternoon. So we can have something light and then a heavy dinner, or I can prepare something heavier now, and…”
“Ah, so you’re planning to keep me around.”
He winced. “That is rather presumptuous of me.”
I moved toward him, careful to telegraph my move. “I think it’s kind of sweet. You want to get to know me better.”
“Now who’s being presumptuous?” Yet his smile belied any animus he might be feeling.
“What are you wanting? Because I’m super easy.” Oh God, I did not just say that…
He cocked an eyebrow. “Well, that makes things interesting. For all I know, you have plans for tonight. Hell, for five minutes from now.”
I burst out laughing. “Uh, no. If I get a text from Taryn, then I might have to go and clear snow. But she’d bring the plow to me, and if it snows that much, then I have much bigger problems than where I might or might not be.”
Did I make any sense?
“It’s snowing lightly.”
“So I’ll be fine.”
“You plow snow?”
“Yeah. Taryn hired me. You know her, right? Sorry, I knew just about everyone in Fort St. John, so I sort of assume Mission City—”
“Taryn rescued me on the side of the road when I got a nail in my tire and I discovered my spare was deflated as well. She towed me to MATH Automotive. Maddie changed the tire, rotated all of them, and did an oil change. I know Maddie, Amber, Taryn, and Holly. They’re…amazing women.”
“They run a repair shop? Taryn didn’t mention that. She just asked me if I could drive a snow plow. Which I can. Got plenty of experience doing that up north.”
“Ah.” Cameron eyed me. “You haven’t actually said what—”
“Wilted celery, blow job, heavy dinner.”
He blinked. “I’m sorry?”
I advanced toward him. “We were moving toward something, and then we got distracted, and then we went from food to snow and talented women, and I’m circling us back. That frapp was pretty filling. So I need to pee, and then I’d like to give you another blow job.”
He pointed behind me. “Bathroom. I don’t have any wilted celery. That’s Rayne. And, I’m certain Champ will have eaten it before the afternoon’s out. He loves vegetables.”
“So do I.” I bolted for the bathroom. Because my bladder really did feel like it was going to explode. That said, if he’d asked me to blow him there, I’d have dropped to my knees. He’d tasted so freaking good. A taste I wanted again.
I pissed, washed my hands thoroughly, and emerged to find Cameron washing my straw. “Don’t forget to take this with you.”
“Yeah, okay.”
He pointed to the bathroom. “I need to go as well. Too much tea.”
“Fair enough.” I grinned. “What did we decide about food?”
“Uh, blow job now, lasagna later? If you want to stay. I put some in the oven. With a timer.”
My eyes widened as I grinned. “I love lasagna. My favorite. My mom makes it.”
“Do you…do you miss your mom?”
“Sure. But I needed to move on, you know. For me, the Fort was a dead end. Not for others, but…for me. I’m applying for some scholarships at the university. Maybe take some agricultural courses or something. Maybe some forestry courses online.”
“I know a guy who works for the city doing forestry. Uh…Dean. I could see if he might give you a job.”
“I’m really happy with Wally. He’s giving me this chance, right? It got me down here.”
“Right. Sorry, I forgot.”
“Okay, enough talking about work, trees, and my mother.” I mock winced.
He laughed.
We switched spots—he entered the washroom, and I poked around this main floor, eyeing the stairs upward. Do I dare take him to the bedroom? What would make him most comfortable? All the while I mentally rubbed my hands in glee. I hadn’t imagined we might get a second date when I’d shown up for badminton this morning. I’d just hoped he wouldn’t be freaked out.
Clearly, he wasn’t.
He emerged from the bathroom a moment later, his hands gripping each other.
I moved toward him. “Your pace and you can say no at any time.”
“Yeah. Consent’s a thing.”
“Yep.” I grinned. “Bedroom? Living room? Home office? Give you a good memory for when you’re doing paperwork?”
“No.” His wide eyes assured me he didn’t have the daydream of being sucked off with someone under his desk. “I think…is my bedroom okay?”
“It’s fine. But first…” Again, I moved toward him—carefully giving him every chance to pull back.
He stepped forward.
I ran my hands up his chest, then wrapped one arm around his neck and brought him to me for a kiss. Where I expected hesitation, though, I didn’t get it. The moment our lips touched, his mouth opened and, with my little oh of surprise, he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
Naturally, I welcomed his tongue. I hadn’t expected dominance, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him.
Our tongues parried.
My cock stiffened against his.
We held on with a desperation—at least on my part—that I hadn’t expected. Once I’d realized we would be having more fun, I’d sort of thought maybe something quick. Or light.
But this?
Intense. Super, super, super intense.
His chest rumbled. “We need to take this to my bed.”
“Yeah, I’d agree.”
He grasped my hand.
The contrast was so strong.
Yet I shoved that thought out of my mind. Just because I’d only had one boyfriend, and just because he’d been a redneck, didn’t mean I wasn’t open to all possibilities. I’d had more liberal friends in high school—and many had moved away. As with any small town, I’d discovered, mine had people I didn’t want to associate with. I wasn’t like that.
While I’d ruminated, we’d ascended the stairs and made our way to Cameron’s bedroom.
The soft, pale-green-colored walls suited. His duvet was a matching green with cream throw pillows. Two chairs by the huge window drew my attention. “You must love to sit and read there. Do you get sunlight?”
“I do. Nothing more enjoyable on a Sunday morning.” He pressed against my back, his erection brushing my ass.
After making a note to check out the pile of books on his nightstand, I turned in his arms. “What do you want?”
He ducked his head.
I tipped his chin. “It’s okay to be honest and just say you want me to blow you. Because I’m all kinds of down for that.”
“But I should reciprocate.”
I pressed my index finger to his lips. “There’s no should—either in the bedroom, or anywhere else in my life. I give. If, one day, you feel like reciprocating, that’s great. If this is a one and done, I’ll be disappointed, but I won’t make things awkward. You’re my badminton buddy.”
“Who couldn’t remember your name.” He bit his lower lip.
I burst out laughing. “I took that as a compliment—that your mind was so blown you couldn’t help yourself. I might’ve also chalked it up to you being drunk. I shouldn’t have—”
He pressed a finger to my lips. “There is no should—either in the bedroom or elsewhere in my life.” He hesitated. “Well, in my professional life, there are plenty of them. I have ethical obligations that require me to do certain things.”
“Which we are not going to discuss now, if it’s okay with you.” I grinned. “Although just hearing you speak turns me on. You have such a sexy, resonant voice. Makes my balls tighten and my cock harden.”
His jaw dropped open.
I pressed a kiss to his lightly stubbled jaw.
Clearly, he hadn’t shaved this morning.
He pressed our foreheads together. “I don’t know how to do this.”
Without an iota of a doubt, I believed him. Whether he meant blow jobs in general, or men in particular, I was taking him way out of his comfort zone.
“How about you pull back that lovely duvet, position yourself in the middle of the bed with some comfy pillows behind your head, and loosen your khakis?”
“Won’t they get creased?”
Right. “Well, you can take them off. Or I can just drop to my knees here and we repeat last—”
“I want to see you.” His voice came out husky. Needy.
“Do you have pajama bottoms? We’re not planning to go out again, so how about you get undressed? Then you’re comfortable.” I would’ve been happy with naked, but I didn’t want to push my luck.
His eyes lit, those pupils nearly blown in the gray light. When I’d glimpsed the window, I’d noted the snow falling heavier.
“Yeah, okay.” He made a beeline for the walk-in closet.
I put my phone on the nightstand so if Taryn called, I’d be able to take the call. I hoped didn’t we’d get a foot of snow while I was blowing Cameron.
The lasagna.
I pictured the countdown timer, did some quick calculations, and set my phone for what I figured would be a couple minutes early. I couldn’t be certain if Cameron set the timer to let him know or if it would cut the heat. Regardless, I didn’t want burnt lasagna.
Although I’d totally eat it.
“Like this?” Cameron emerged wearing—
“I’m not allowed to laugh, right?”
He rolled his eyes. “A gag gift from Tanner and Kade last Christmas. I’d somehow mentioned I still had the same pair of pajamas from university—and how they were falling apart. I totally would’ve worn them until they actually fell apart but…”
The thermal shirt was a bright, bright, bright red.
The pants were white and covered with… I advanced. “Are those reindeers, uh, fucking?”
“Gay reindeer.”
“Oh my God, I want a pair.”
“I’m certain I can arrange that.” He rolled his eyes.
I pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m going to enjoy blowing you ten times more knowing naughty reindeer are watching me.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Admit it, you love that about me.”
His eyes flashed again. “You’re growing on me.”
Close to an admission that this was more than just a second blow job. “On the bed.” I pulled down the duvet.
He arranged pillows in the middle of the bed, behind his head, and laid down.
I cursed my tight jeans—
“You can take them off.” Cameron gestured with his chin. “Seems only fair.”
“Thank you.” I unbuttoned them, scooted out of them, and carefully put them on one of the chairs so my wallet and change didn’t fall out.
He burst out laughing. “Is that a candy cane on your dick?”
I grinned. “Wally was discussing festive ideas. I didn’t plan on buying these—I also bought reindeer ears for when I’m in public—but these underwear just…worked. You know?”
“Uh…” He cocked his head. “That’s one, uh, hard candy cane.”
I rubbed my cock through my boxer briefs that yes, sported a candy cane. The look only worked when I was hard, though. Otherwise it fell flat.
Literally.
“I want you to pull your cock out.”
His eyes widened. But he obeyed, pulling his pajama bottoms over his hips and then pulling out his cock and balls.
I licked my lips. For all my ex had turned out to be an asshole, we’d been adventurous in bed.
A bead of precum leaked.
I scrambled onto the bed so I could straddle Cameron’s thighs and lick the tip.
He groaned.
Our gazes met.
“You okay?”
He nodded.
“Cool.” I grasped the base of his shaft and slowly nibbled from that point all the way up to the crown. Then I swirled my tongue around the head.
Our gazes held.
His intense focus—that I’d witnessed many times on the court—was completely concentrated on me and, obviously, what I could do to him.
Do for him.
I tongued his slit and, before he could react, I sucked the crown into my mouth.
Another moan.
Using that as encouragement, I pulled him into my mouth—continuing to swirl and suck and give all I could give.
His hands moved to my hair, and he threaded his fingers through it.
Still, we continued to gaze at each other.
I took him to the back of my throat, while my right hand cupped his balls.
He bucked.
I used my left hand to hold his hips steady, even as I backed off a little—because breathing was a thing.
He shut his eyes for a moment.
Please open them again. I want to see them when I make you come.
As if he heard my command, he did just that.
Still, we held gazes.
Finally, I sucked as hard as I could. Working him with my tongue and using every creative trick I had in the book.
He pulsed in my mouth. “Jasper… Jasper, I’m, uh—
Coming. I had the thought even as his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily, again focusing on breathing while continuing to give him maximum pleasure.
Finally, his eyes closed as he arched his shoulders back.
His body shook, even as the rigidity waned a bit.
I continued to suck until I truly believed he had nothing left.
He sighed.
I pulled off him with a pop. I kissed his cock, then crawled up his body so I could give him a big old kiss.