- EIGHTEEN #2
"The redcaps are here?" he asked, looking confused, pulling the door closed and moving inside.
"Mostly at night, but sometimes during the day for reasons unknown."
"They followed you from the work camps all the way here?"
"Why the hell else would I be living in an old iron train car with no plumbing or electric or... anything?" I asked, sitting down on the bed I had made by flattening out several seats of the car. "You're not dead," I said, my voice a little hollow.
"No, I'm not. You're not dead either," he said and I heard his footsteps moving toward me. His hands landed on my knees as he squatted down in front of me.
"Jasper, where have you been?" I asked and I could hear the tears in my voice. I knew they were in my eyes too.
"Looking for you. This whole time, honey, I've been looking for you."
I swallowed hard, believing him, wondering what took him so long to find my jasper breadcrumb trail. "Doyle? Jade? Onyx?"
"Doyle is with Jade and our mom at Baba Yaga's. Jade is..."
"Yeah," I said, nodding, not needing it repeated.
"She's getting better day to day though." He paused, squeezing my knees. "Honey, tell me about the redcaps."
"I don't know honestly," I admitted. "They were at the work camps. They chased me so I used the light Baba Yaga gave me to get to the human realm. I ended up in nowhereville Pennsylvania and some nice people fixed me up and..."
"Fixed you up? What happened?" he asked, voice strained.
"Nothing. I had some cuts on my arms from the trees.
Just some stitches and they braced my ankle, gave me clothes and food and a train ticket back home.
You know," I said, looking up into his eyes that had been haunting me, eyes I was sure I'd never see again, "you might have mentioned that time moved differently.
I about had a heart attack when I saw months had passed.
My piece of shit super gave all my old stuff to Corbin so I had to go there and get it back.
And then, well, I went to Jade's new age shop and... "
"Bought everything in the fucking store?" he asked, lips twitching as he looked around, taking in my piles of books, my talismans, my gemstones.
"Just about. This has been a sucky couple of months, but at least I learned some useful stuff."
"Back to the redcaps... what are they doing when you see them?"
"Sometimes, actually... most of the time, they seem to just be watching me. At night, though, they close in more and start that freaking chanting."
"Chanting? What do they say?"
"It's mostly gibberish to me. The same as the nightmares."
"They haven't tried to touch you, grab you, nothing?"
"I've kind of..." I trailed off, a little embarrassed to admit that I had hid away like a coward.
"Cece, they're redcaps. They're Dark and fucked up fae. No one would think you're chickenshit for hiding away in your little iron fortress. You are new to all this and were completely alone. You did what any sane person would do."
"What do you think they want with me?"
"It's the powers most likely. Whoever they are working for knew about them when you were a baby and I'm sure it's gotten back to them how much stronger they are now, how they've evolved."
"But why would they care?"
"You saw what my parents did to the draca. Some fae collect other fae with useful powers. And yours, especially for a Dark fae with a lot of enemies, you could be very useful."
"I don't want to be useful," I said, shaking my head.
"But you also don't want to be completely human anymore either," he told me. "Don't even try to deny it, I can feel it."
"Yeah, I forgot to get that black moonstone I guess," I said with an eye roll then felt myself smile at being able to be annoyed by him again.
"Well then it's good luck that I didn't," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small black tumbled stone.
I reached for it, curling my hand around it for a second, then putting it down. I didn't want to hide from him. "It's been three months since I've had you in my head. I kind of learned to miss it," I admitted.
"Oh, yeah? Anything else you missed about me?" he asked, fingers dancing up my bare thighs, toying with the hem of my towel.
I felt a spark at his touch, coursing upward and igniting desire deep in my core. Sometimes, it felt like it had just been hours since he was inside me. Sometimes it felt like years, like maybe I had imagined it, that it never happened.
"It happened," he said, dropping down onto his knees and reaching behind his back for his shirt.
He dragged the material up, exposing his toned stomach then his chest. The letters had healed, no longer looking fresh, ragged, and painful.
They were a reddish shade of pink, raised, but no longer anything but what they were- scars.
"And now something else is going to happen," he told me, grabbing my knees and tugging slightly, making me slide forward on my seat.
"Lie back," he said, his voice sexy-rough, his meaning unmistakable.
"Cece," he said when I just sat there dumbly.
I looked down to see him leaning down, planting a kiss on the inside of my knee.
"I've done very little but sit around at night thinking about tasting you, about being inside you again.
Every night for months. I don't want to wait another minute. So lie back."
And, well, yeah.
I scooted forward a bit more to give me enough room to go flat on my back.
As soon as I did, Jasper reached up and pulled at the tuck I made by my breasts.
He exposed me slowly, like unwrapping the last birthday present, like he wanted to savor the moment.
The air in the car, the feeling of the scratchy towel, and Jasper's fingers brushing under the swells of my breasts had my nipples hard and straining.
His hands moved up and cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks until I let out a small gasp at the contact.
His eyes heated as his hands trailed down over my belly, across my hips, then down my thighs.
He grabbed my knees and pressed them upward and open, trailing his fingertips up my inner thighs in a way that sent a rush of desire to my core.
He leaned forward, kissing up the trail his fingers had blazed.
Then his lips were on me, his tongue tracing up my cleft and finding my clit easily, working over it in lazy, impossibly sweet strokes.
His lips closed around the sensitive bud, sucking in a soft pulse-like motion, making my hand slam down on the back of his head, holding him to me, begging for more.
And Jasper wasn't in a teasing mood. He was in the mood to show me just how much he had been thinking about having his tongue and lips on me.
His teeth brushed over me, making me jolt at the pain-pleasure mix that had me letting out a surprised moan.
He rumbled his approval against me as his tongue started to work me faster, more unrelenting.
His lips closed around my clit again, humming an intoxicating vibration through me as his tongue pressed me hard, making me cry out his name as my body jolted with an orgasm that made me see white for a moment, my legs shaking, my breath getting caught in my chest, everything about me washed in the sensations.
Jasper lifted up, planting his chin right under my belly button, watching me, waiting for me to come back down.
When I looked down, he gave me a somewhat lazy smile.
"Better than I imagined," he said, pushing up, his chest brushing up my belly, my breasts, settling heavy on top of me, his lips a mere inch from mine.
"You with me?" he asked, watching my eyes which were, no doubt, as hazy as they felt.
"Always," I said, watching as his eyes deepened slightly.
"Good, 'cause I have plans for you," he said, giving me a wicked little smile.
"All talk," I said, giving him a smirk.
"All talk, huh?" he asked, pushing up, making me let out a small objection that only made him chuckle as he stood, reaching into his pocket for a wallet, pulling out a condom, then tossing the billfold somewhere to the side.
Watching me, he reached for his waistband and pushed his pants off his hips.
I pushed myself up, my sex clenching at the sight of his hard cock.
The memory of how he felt inside me flooded my system.
I reached out, touching his hip, pulling him forward.
I tilted my head up, looking up at his head ducked, his eyes heavy, anticipating.
I reached out, closing my hand around him, stroking down to the base and slowly leaning forward, running my tongue over the head, already slick with desire, tasting him, taking him in.
My lips closed around him, the groan he let out settling with a shiver deep inside me, knowing his pleasure was at my mercy, high on that power.
I worked him slowly as his hand went behind my neck, fisting in my hair, tightening each time I stroked back upward and ran my tongue over him, teasing the sensitive spot right under the head.
"Fuck honey," he said, his hand yanking hard on my hair as I continued to take him, faster, deeper, twisting my head as I moved.
"Okay... enough," he said, pulling hard enough to make his cock slide out of my mouth.
His hand stroked down my cheek before I lost his touch so he could rip open the condom foil and protect us.
He gave me a devilish little grin as he reached out and held me under my chin, pulling me to my feet by it.
"I've had a long time to think about how I wanted to fuck you next... "
"Did you make a decision?" I asked as he pulled my body flush up against him, my belly doing a delicious little quiver at the contact.