Chapter 31 – Jasper Cleary #2
"I like it on the island, but I had no idea he was so close. I mean I guess I should have known. He had me meet him that day at Nash's for a reason, but I thought it was because it was out of the way, less likely for him to be seen with us." Riley frowns.
Hearing her describe even such a small facet of the shitty way he treated her has my teeth gnashing together.
"You can't leave us," I whisper. I actually bite my lip to keep from saying more and begging her not to go. My gut flip flops as I realize Jeremy very well might run her off the island. That's not okay. The guys are happy with her.
More than that, she's finally being treated the way she deserves to be treated. She can't run off with the girls now… the guys would be heartbroken. Fuck, I would be too. Not to mention Cove.
"I have no one , Jasper," Riley's voice breaks. "If something happened to me… Thank God, Felicity signed those papers. No one knows about their father. I have no family outside of a druggie mom and an uncle who abused my brother. It fucked him up so bad he-"
I hold her to my chest. I'm completely out of my depth here.
Cannon or Finn would know how to handle this.
They're both well adjusted and in touch with their emotions.
Cannon can be a cold, reserved fucker, but never in the middle of something like this.
It's always after the crisis when he pulls back.
I'm drowning in her sadness and I don't know how to help. Fuck. I better figure it out or the undercurrent will drag us both down.
"Jeremy Northbrook will never get his hands on your kids. Nor will your mother or uncle. I assure you of that," I say the words and pray she can hear the truth in them. "Do you honestly think Kiki or Fefe would let anything happen to those girls?"
"No, but you know what a family like Jeremy's can do."
"Cannon's father used to be the mayor of Portland.
One of his other fathers is a well-respected attorney as you know.
Killian and his biological father have their own fame I won't get into because he still hasn't told you about it.
Finnegan is probably your best bet. His family pack is one of the richest in the UK. "
"Why doesn't he have a British accent if all his family lives in England?" she asks, running fingers over my chest.
"His accent is a bit of a mish-mash of dialect oddities isn't it?" I muse. I have noticed that myself over the years. "I'd say it's likely because his family shipped him off to various boarding schools before he hit double digits."
"That's a whole different kind of terrible than I grew up with."
"We all carry some damage, don't we?" I soak up the feeling of her body pressed to mine.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"You're safe," I tell her. "The girls are beyond safe with three alphas keeping a lookout. Don't stress Riles. Please?"
"I'm alright," she says unconvincingly. "How about that? Our shitty exes ended up together. Now that's some poetic justice."
"I'm so sorry I dragged you along to this." I shake my head and roll us gently so she's still on my arm, but I'm mostly hovering over her.
"It's fine. I knew he had to marry some chick his family picked out for him.
That part doesn't even bother me. Not anymore," Riley says, blinking up at me.
"I'm scared for my kids, that's all. God, in the dream I had, he was trying to take Lily because she didn't want to ruin her body by getting pregnant. Is she that type?"
I swallow thickly, glancing away.
Cynthia absolutely does not want to procreate. We were actually on the same page about that.
I didn't realize how much fun kids were until I started hanging out with Cove.
Lily is cool too, but she still craps herself, so I think we'll bond more when she gets older.
Though I do find it incredibly precious when she's so hungry she tries to eat your face off.
The other morning I was nuzzling my cheek to hers and the little beast tried to feed from my cheek.
I realize I'm grinning down at Riley and she's frowning up at me.
"Sorry, I was recalling the other morning when Lily did her best zombie impression and tried to eat my face off," I say, nuzzling my cheek against hers. "She will never touch your children. Cynthia intended to use a surrogate to birth any children she may need to have."
Riley snorts. "I can see that. She's beautiful, if I had that type of body I might have thought twice about—" She pauses. "No, I can't even lie. I loved being pregnant."
"Cynthia might be pretty on the outside, but trust me when I say her insides are ugly," I say, glancing away. "I thought she loved me. She was much different when we met. I fell into the honey trap."
Riley nods, her hand tilts my face to hers. "It happens, try not to beat yourself up too bad. We all make mistakes."
My heart pounds against my ribcage. Riles is too damn sweet for her own good.
She's just seen the man who knocked her up twice and then abandoned her to get access to his family money…
and she's comforting me. My hand frames her head and I nuzzle my cheek against hers.
She starts secreting soothing pheromones and I'm fucking done for.
The vibrating purr that starts in my chest is so unexpected I stare down at Riley in shock. Her tiny hand gently pushes my mouth closed. Fuck, I bet I look like a fool. Riles smiles softly up at me.
My mouth goes bone dry as I stare down at her.
My lips brush over hers and Riley grips my arms for dear life.
Her sweet cake batter scent fills my nostrils as I tease my lips over hers.
Finnegan blew my mind with his comments of how Riles sticks up for me.
I'm fairly sure I don't deserve her confidence, but I'd like to.
Our breath mingles as I cage her in with my body.
"Jasper," Riley murmurs against my lips. Her eyes are so damn expressive. She trusts me. I'm really not sure she should. It's been beaten into my head my entire life… I know what a fuck up I am.
Riley's pheromones are thumping through my system at a dangerously high level.
"Fuck, Riles," I growl, taking her mouth as my hand caresses her cheek. She's got a tiny scrap of material that barely qualifies as a thong on. I saw it when I helped her into my shirt. It sure doesn't offer her cunt much protection from my raging hard on, especially not when she soaks through it.
What the hell am I doing? Am I really going to take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state?
I believe she wants me. We've been playfully dancing around each other for a while now. Both Killian and Finn have made it clear they have no problem with something developing between me and Riley.
Cannon might be another story.
I've missed him, but I'm also not sure I'm willing to miss out on a chance to build a future with the temptingly sweet little omega. I've got a soft spot for Riley Thomas. The beginning of a real bond that I don't think I can lose, not even to keep Cannon happy.
My impulses are a mess, torn between protecting the tender bundle of omega under me and destroying her delicious smelling cunt.
I pull back from our kiss, gulping for air. Riley's chest heaves, her nipples are hard poking through the fabric of my undershirt. My cock is desperately trying to escape the hole in my boxer briefs.
Riley whines as the head of my shaft slips against her slick fabric covered slit.
"Alpha, please," she gasps. Her eyes are hooded and glassy. Her pupils are fully dilated, blown wide with desire.
"I don't want to take advantage of you," I whisper. My eyes slide shut, but Riley yanks my hair and my eyes pop open.
Riley pouts, frowning up at me. "What's your middle name?"
I laugh, startled by the abrupt change in direction. "Lincoln, why?"
"Jasper Lincoln Cleary," Riley wiggles her pussy against my cock. "Make me come."
"Fuck yes, I can do that," I groan, trying not to thrust into her. If this is what she needs then I won't deny her. My dick is literally sticking out the hole in my boxer briefs. I give her mouth a quick kiss, before sliding down her body.
I don't bother taking my shirt off her. I slide it up, bunching it over her huge tits.
I groan, burying my face in them. Biting the side of one breast without breaking the skin, I slide my fingers down, brushing them over her wet slit.
I swear her pussy is trying to escape the feeble scrap of lace.
My fingers brush around and I feel more skin than I do material.
"You're so fucking pretty," I growl, rubbing her clit over the material. My tongue flicks out brushing over her nipple and she whimpers. My knot throbs in response. Her pheromones flood the air and a low growl reverberates around the room.
Holy fuck, that was me. Riley grins at me shyly from behind her lashes. Her hands shove at my shoulders and I grin against her stomach as I work my way down.
Riles is much softer than any woman I've ever been with. Her stomach is striped in small white stretch marks and my cock jumps thinking about breeding her full of my seed. I lick lines over the proof she carried two babies.
What the hell is up with me lately? That's such a random thing to be turned on by.
Kneeling between her spread thighs, my nostrils flare. Her heat is definitely coming soon .
"Your pussy smells like fucking dessert," I say, diving forward and lapping at her slit over the panties. They're drenched. Riley whimpers, wiggling around.
My hind brain must be fully in charge. I don't think, I rip the tiny scrap of material off, tossing it aside and I fucking feast. The taste of her pussy has my cock a sticky, leaking mess. I bite her clit gently and shove two fingers deep inside her tight little cunt.
"Alpha," Riley gasps, a breathy whimpering sound that makes my teeth ache to bite.
She sure is easy to please. I'm just barely getting started.
By the time she comes for the second or third time, I'm covered in her slick. My hand and face are bathed in the scent of sweet omega sex.
"Jasper, enough," Riley moans. She pulls me up by my hair. She's languid and sleepy as she kisses me. She shoves my shoulder.
When I'm flat on my back she grins down at me. That fucking look is dangerous to a man's heart. Especially with those puffy lips and pink tinged cheeks .
Her small hand wraps around my cock and I moan. Fuck, I'm keyed up . She doesn't bother removing my underwear, and the brush of the fabric over my balls and knot is actually really working for me.
"You don't have to do that," I tell her, but her mouth is already latching onto the tip of my cock. She flicks her tongue over the weeping slit and my back bows up off the mattress.
"You're just full of surprises aren't you, alpha?" she asks, running her tongue over my piercings. Three rows of ladder piercings and she runs her tongue over each one. Swirling her tongue around my shaft she sucks me off.
"I'm not going to last long," I tell her.
Her tiny fist wraps around my knot and it pulses in response to the pressure. She moans, filling the air with even more pheromones. The vibration on the head of my cock feels amazing.
"I'm gonna come," I groan, caressing her face before gripping her hair.
Riley grins around my cock before diving back in with more enthusiasm than I've ever experienced.
Pleasure jolts through my entire body as I fill her mouth.
She laps and sucks my cock like she's licking a goddamn ice cream cone.
Despite my orgasm, I'm still painfully hard, but I won't push for more. I shouldn't have even let her suck me off, not after the day she had.
I pull her up, kiss her thoroughly in silent apology, and roll her onto her side. I shove my cock back into my underwear and line our hips up. I wrap my arm around her and splay my hand over her soft stomach. I purr into her back until we both fall out.