- FIFTEEN #4
"It's... complicated," he said, reaching out to push my hair behind my ear, his hand settling on the side of my neck, oddly comforting.
"It means you're a mystery and being a mystery in this realm can mean a lot of trouble.
There are a lot of fae, especially Dark, who would want to catch you and figure you out.
Especially after word of that stunt in the market gets around.
Luckily, we don't plan on being here long and you can burn people with your bare hands.
So at least no one is getting too close to you. "
"Baba Yaga said she would train me to understand The Green and fae and maybe help me learn about my powers and ancestry..." There, I put it out there. I had felt like I was keeping things from him by keeping that offer locked away.
"I can teach you about The Green and fae. And it might not be as easy for me as it is for her, but I will work with you on your powers and figuring out your ancestry too. And you don't have to be locked in a sexless convent to do it."
I felt my lips tip up at that, my lady bits certainly agreeing that sex with Jasper was certainly preferable to not having sex with Jasper.
"But how can you do that when we are back home?
You said yourself that your powers were dull there.
What if mine become like... just having perpetually hot hands when I'm stressed out or something?
" I said with a smile, but not entirely convinced that wasn't a possibility.
"We'll figure it out. There's nothing saying we can't step into the very border of The Green and work on it."
"Except that your parents have it out for us."
"They might be stubborn, Cece, but they aren't going to take up a border patrol indefinitely. They will sense me when I step over. But you saw how long it took to get from where we came in to my parents' land. We would be long gone before they got anywhere near us."
I swallowed a little, nodding. "So you..." I lost my nerve after the first two words.
"So I, what?"
"You plan to... keep this going if or when we get out of here?" Christ, that sounded kind of needy and pathetic. We had sex once. Once. And I was dusting off that old relationship question.
"I certainly didn't get my fill of you after one fuck.
In one fucking position because we're both all kinds of messed up right now.
Yeah, I plan to continue this... in every room, on every surface, in every position, and in every hole.
I am going to fuck you until you swear you can't take anymore then prove to you that you can.
And," he added while all kinds of chaos was going on between my legs and I was sure, absolutely positive with his leg positioned where it was, that he could feel how turned on I was getting again.
"And?" I asked, my tone a little dry as I struggled to deep-breathe my libido back into hiding.
"And then if you want to sit around and talk and eat and shit like that... I'm up for that too."
"You don't really seem like that kind of guy."
"I'm not. But I've been strapped with your pain in the ass self," he said, giving me a wicked little smile, "for days on end without getting sick of you yet. So I figure it's worth a shot without all the near-death shit."
"That's such a... romantic way to put it," I said with a smile of my own.
"Yeah, that's me- Prince fucking Charming."
"Please tell me you're decent," Doyle's voice called, still a bit off. "Well, I mean, Celestine, sweetheart, I would be totally fine with seeing you indecent, but Jasp... you and me don't need to know each other that way."
"We're decent," Jasper called back, leaning in and running his nose against mine before giving me a soft, sweet, two-second kiss to my lips. "If we get out of here..." he said.
"Yeah," I agreed. "If we get out of here."
"That dog of yours is in a sour-ass mood about you two getting it on," Doyle declared, dropping down against a tree a few feet away. "I could hear him whining the whole time we were walking around. Guess he thought he had a shot with you."
"Um, do barguests turn into humans?" I asked and the twinkle in Jasper's eyes gave me my answer.
"No," Doyle answered anyway.
"Oh, gross," I said with a head shake. "I'm never going to look at him the same way again."
"Or climb on his back and ride him?" Jasper suggested, looking way too amused.
"Shut up, you," I said, small-eying him.
"What? Not into some inter-fae-species nasties bumping?" Jasper teased, making my face heat up. "Doggy-style, perhaps?"
"Oh, my God. I hate you," I declared, rolling onto my side away from him to hide my discomfort at the idea of Onyx wanting me that way.
Jasper's body moved in behind me, his legs cocking under my bent legs, his arm folding over my stomach. His head rested behind mine and his breath tickled my ear when he declared just loud enough for me to hear, "No you don't."
And he was right.
Cuddled up with him right there, orgasm-contended, comforted by his large body around mine, holding onto me like I was something special, yeah, I got the feeling that what I felt for Jasper wasn't anything near hate.
In fact, it just might have been the complete opposite of that.