Chapter 18
Dinner wasawkward for the first five minutes, but when Jasper asked my mom a few questions about her job, she finally started to relax.
The woman loved her job. Always had, and probably always would. I was fairly confident she’d work in some capacity until the day she died or the people she worked with forced her out.
The conversation shifted smoothly from there, and the time passed quickly with good food. Jasper’s hand was on my thigh for almost the entire meal, so he was either left-handed, ambidextrous, or just incredibly skilled at eating with both hands.
I loved it.
Absolutely loved it.
The constant touch made me feel important.
Treasured, maybe.
As cheesy as it sounded, it did.
We stayed at the restaurant for a few drinks after dinner, and while I didn’t feel a thing from the alcohol, it was still fun. Maybe it was even more fun, seeing the way everyone else loosened up as they drank.
Though it wasn’t late when we made it back to my parents’ place, everyone turned in. Vi headed to our old room, my parents went to the one they shared, and I led Jasper to the guest bedroom I always claimed when I stayed there.
Though there was plenty of space for me and Vi to have our own rooms growing up, and our parents had tried to talk us into it repeatedly, we’d always insisted on sharing until we moved to Scale Ridge.
He carried our stuff into the room, and I closed the door behind us. Leaning my back against it, I watched as he set our bags on the desk beside the bed.
The way he moved… damn.
And I didn’t want to walk away from him.
That particular realization was still at the front of my mind, and I was starting to wonder if it would ever leave again.
“You’ve been quiet,” he said, leaning up against the desk after he turned to face me.
“I’m always quiet with my family. They’re all loud.”
“I noticed.” He studied me, like I had him. “What have you been thinking about?”
“You get along with them really well. My mom’s still grumpy about it, but I can tell she’s coming around. I didn’t think it would happen this fast.”
He nodded.
“What did you talk to my dad about?”
“Get in bed with me, and I’ll tell you.”
My gaze flicked to the bed. When I looked back at him, he was already peeling his shirt over his head, on his way there.
Yummm.
My attention lingered on his muscular back and abdomen.
He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his thighs before stepping out of them, and sliding into bed.
My body warmed.
I bit my lip.
His eyes slid down my figure slowly. “You coming?”
“Yes.” I finally eased away from the door and pulled my own shirt over my head. It joined Jasper’s on the floor while I closed the gap between us. My leggings were on the ground soon enough, too, and he pulled the blankets up long enough for me to slip in with him.
My bra wasn’t comfortable, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to jump his bones again, so I was going to leave it on until I made up my mind.
He pulled me to his chest, and my entire body warmed further at the feel of his hot, bare skin.
“You’re basically my personal heater,” I mumbled against him.
“Happy to be. I work best when you’re naked, though.”
I laughed, and felt his lips brush my forehead for a kiss.
His hands settled on my back when I relaxed against him. “Your dad was friendlier than your mom. Said he’s had a few mated pairs in his operating room at different times. He asked me about the thunder, and if I intended to marry you the human way.”
Curiosity had my forehead creasing. “What did you say?”
“That I already had a ring, and was just waiting for the right moment.”
My eyes widened. “You can’t lie to him, Jas.”
“It wasn’t a lie.”
I ripped my head off my chest, my body arching slightly against his as I did. “When did you get a ring?”
“After I left you with Vi.”
“How did you know I’d want a wedding?”
“I told you, I watched you at August and Elodie’s. You kept staring at them. I couldn’t tell what you were thinking, but you definitely didn’t look upset by what you saw.”
“I was wondering what it would feel like to have what they do,” I admitted. “A companion. Someone to live my life with.”
“And?”
“And when I was talking to my mom, I realized I have that now. And I don’t want to walk away from that. From you.”
Jasper’s chest rumbled against me. “Good. I can’t let you walk away now even if you want to.”
“Because you wouldn’t be able to fly anymore.”
“Because I’d lose my mind, Sweetheart. You’re mine, whether you like it or not, and I’m not letting you go.”
“That’s kind of hot.”
“Is it?”
“Mmhm. It’d be hotter if you said that while you were inside me, though.”
“We can make that happen.” His hands slid up to the clasp of my bra, and slowly undid it before peeling it off my body, freeing my breasts. He rumbled again at the sight of me. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“I feel the same way about you.” I pressed my thigh against his erection, making him growl. “We have to be quiet in here. Think you can handle it?”
“You should be asking yourself that question.”
I scowled. “You don’t think you’ll have a hard time with being quiet?”
His lips curved wickedly. “Nah.”
That was a challenge, if I’d ever heard one.
And my mind immediately went back to his words earlier, about following my commands.
“Prove it,” I said, and slid down his body.
His eyes narrowed as he watched me move toward his feet, stopping when my mouth was level with his cock. I silently dared him to tell me to stop, but we both knew he wouldn’t.
I’d never given him a blowjob before, which meant he’d never had one before.
And considering his obsession with going down on me, he had to be interested in it.
When he didn’t say a word, I freed his cock from his boxer-briefs.
The thick length of him sprang up, pointing toward me.
My eyes remained on his as I wrapped my fingers around his silky hardness and slowly lowered my lips to his tip.
His jaw clenched.
His cock throbbed.
His desire leaked onto my hand.
When I finally took him between my lips, a low, tortured groan rolled through my mind.
He couldn’t stop the rumble in his chest, but it was quiet enough not to stop me.
I bobbed on his length, taking him deeper in my mouth, and he buried his fingers in my hair. His grip was tight, but not painful.
The taste of him filled my senses as I dragged my tongue across the underside of his cock, and his hips jerked. He didn’t taste unpleasant, like some of the guys I’d been with—he tasted like fresh air felt in my lungs.
Natural.
Right.
Maybe even a little addictive.
He groaned again, more animalistic.
“You like that?”I asked him silently.
“Fucking love it.”His voice strained. “How do I taste?”
“Amazing.” I bobbed again, harder, and he snarled quietly.
“I’m going to lose it if you keep doing that.”
“That’s the point, Jas”I teased.
“You going to let me fuck you after you swallow my pleasure?”
“Hell yes.”
“Good.” His grip tightened in my hair, and I moved my hand as I bobbed over him again, working his whole length. He swore into my mind as I repeated the motion once, and again, pushing him over the edge.
He was breathing hard, his eyes hot and intense as he watched me swallow his pleasure. I dragged my tongue over his tip to lick him clean as I released my lips from his erection, and he throbbed in my fist.
In the blink of an eye, he had me on my back, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He had my panties on the ground and his mouth on my core before I could ask what he was doing.
A loud gasp escaped me when his teeth caught my clit lightly, his hands landing on my breasts.
“Stay quiet, baby,”he growled into my mind, as he dragged his tongue around my clit.
“Mmhm,”I moaned into his mind.
He licked me.
Bit me.
Soothed it with his fingers before he recaptured my breasts, dragging his thumbs over my nipples.
His teeth left my core for a moment, and I had to bite back a cry at the loss of his touch.
They landed on the inside of my thigh—and I had to stifle my groan with my hand as his teeth sank into my skin, sending intense waves of pleasure through me.
I climaxed quickly with the sensations, but he didn’t stop.
He released my thigh and recaptured my clit, dragging me back to the edge so fast it made my head spin.
“You still with me, baby?”his growl rolled through my mind, intensifying the intimacy of the moment.
“Think so,”I breathed.
“You ready for my cock?”
“You tell me.”
The response earned me a wicked chuckle, and he gave my clit one last love bite before he rose to his feet, taking off his boxer-briefs as he stepped up to my core. “You’re so fucking sexy.” His voice was low and gravelly in my mind.
“Ditto.”
He laughed, using his grip on my knees to open me up wider and lift my ass off the bed. The head of his cock met my center, and my hips arched a little, pressing him to my opening. “How do you want it today?”
“Slow and rough, Jas.” That was our specialty.
He rumbled in approval, and pulled me closer as he thrust into me slowly.
My breathing grew shallow as he bottomed out inside me, rocking a few times in a way that made me moan.
“Quiet,”he warned.
“You feel way too good to be quiet.”
“Feel free to scream into my mind.”
He pulled out and thrust again, and I forced myself to keep my mouth shut, crying in pleasure mentally.
His thumb dragged over my clit while he repeated the motion, giving me exactly what I wanted.
“I’m close, Jas,”I moaned.
He pressed harder on my clit, just like I wanted.
Needed.
And as he bottomed out again, I lost control.
I screamed into his mind, my entire body jerking as the climax tore through me. He thrust into me harder and faster, dragging out my pleasure while he filled me with his.
“We’re good at that,” I panted, my voice barely above a whisper.
“If we were any better, we’d never be able to leave our bed.”
I laughed softly, and he lowered himself over me until his chest was pressing against mine. Though he held most of his weight off of me, the light pressure of his body against mine felt incredible.
He brushed a few strands of hair out of my eyes. “Have you made up your mind about easing into it?”
I made a face. “You know how I feel about decisions, Jas.”
He chuckled. “I know. Just figured I’d ask.”
It was a good question.
And an important one.
If we were going to ease into it as just friends, we’d have to stop having sex. I’d need to put distance between us. There couldn’t be any more staying up all night talking. Or any sneaking around in my parents’ house.
That would be a damn shame.
I didn’t want space between us. I didn’t want anything to change at all, unless it was going to get even better.
“Maybe I did make up my mind,” I said. “At least on one thing.”
He raised his eyebrows, and waited.
“I don’t want my own room. I like living with you. I don’t know if I want to jump in to the mate bond… but I don’t want us to be apart. We’re good together.”
“Thank fuck.” He lowered his forehead to mine and let out a slow breath. “Don’t know if I could’ve followed through with that offer.”
My lips curved upward. “You would’ve followed through.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
My smile widened. “I do.”
One of his hands slipped into my hair, and he tilted my head back as his lips met mine. The kiss was slow, soft, and deliciously sweet. When he pulled away, I immediately craved more. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Baby.”
My throat swelled. “I think I’m falling in love with you too.”
He kissed me again, harder.
Hotter.
His grip on my hair tightened, and his free hand slid down to my breast, taking it in his palm and squeezing roughly. “You’ve been wearing too damn many bras.”
“One bra is hardly—” I gasped when his mouth moved down my throat until it captured my nipple.
He throbbed inside me, and my legs hooked around his ass.
“Too many,” I breathed.
His teeth dragged over my nipple, and I jerked my hips, taking him deeper. “When you have tits this perfect, one is too many.”
“Would you rather I go everywhere topless? Because I’m pretty sure you’d have an issue with me flash—ohhh.”I moaned when he bit my nipple lightly.
“If having you home and naked at all times was an option, it’s one I’d take in a heartbeat.”He released his grip on my hair so he could take my other breast too, and toyed with it. “How long do you want to stay here?”
“Long enough to show my parents you’re here to stay.”
“One week? Two?”
“I’m not sure. Probably something like that.”
“That’s a lot of bras.”
I laughed.
“There’s got to be some way to avoid wearing one.”
“Yeah, it’s called pointy nipples.”
He grunted. “Only for me.”
“They make sheer bras. We could go shopping while we’re here. I’m sure my parents will both be working on and off, so we’ll have plenty of time.”
“Sheer, huh?”
“Yep. Completely see-through.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“I figured.”
He dragged his teeth over my nipple, and I sucked in a breath at the sensation. My hips arched, and I rocked over him.
“Fuck, you feel good, Baby,” he said.
“So do you.”
“I should’ve walked up to you at that damn wedding and told you that you belonged to me.”He thrust again.
“That would’ve been hot. I would’ve totally panicked though.”
“I probably would’ve still ended up scaring the shit out of you while I hauled you off to Mate Mountain.”
“Probably,”I agreed. “But I’m glad you did.”
“Never thought I’d hear that.”His voice was a little playful. He nipped at me again, and my hips arched more.
“Get used to it. I’m not going anywhere.”
He thrust into me again.
“Now, fuck me hard.” The command felt foreign on my lips, but not in a bad way.
He chuckled, the sound low and sexy. “Yes ma’am.”
We got lost in each other’s bodies until we spiraled together again, then fell asleep in each other’s arms, our bodies still intertwined.
It was one of the most beautiful and hopeful nights of my life.