Chapter Ten
Jasper
Iknow Sarah is standing behind me long before she ever makes a sound. I feel her eyes on me as my feet keep pace on the treadmill, fighting for the last mile on a steep incline.
I don't turn around, determined to finish my run. I know damn well what'll happen if I see her standing there. I'll say fuck it, stop the treadmill, and fuck her instead of finishing my workout.
Keeping my hands to myself is a serious problem around her. Let's be clear, it's not one I have any intention of fixing. But it's a problem, especially since I have to let her leave every morning.
I'd rather tie her to my bed and see how many times I can make her come before she begs for mercy.
She's so sweet when she begs.
The last few days have been the best of my life. She's over here after work every night, letting me take care of her the way she deserves. I may be going overboard, but I don't really give a shit. I've got three years of being an idiot to make up for. I'm not stopping now.
I'm not ever stopping.
Olive has, mercifully, kept her promise. She isn't hounding Sarah or asking questions. She's giving her space and time. Although I'm not sure how much of that is my sister being patient and how much of it is because she's still convinced her new neighbor is a serial killer.
For the record, he isn't. I looked into him. He's a goddamn professor on sabbatical while he finishes his doctorate. But I'm not telling my sister that. Her obsession with him is keeping her out of my business. I'm not ruining a good thing.
Sarah whimpers behind me, and every good intention I have goes flying out the window. I slam the button to stop the treadmill, spinning around to face her.
Jesus. She was stunning in my bed this morning, her hair all wild from my hands, her lips still swollen from my kisses, my marks on her tits and her round belly. She's indecent in her little skirt and modest blouse, like an angel sent to tempt the devil.
Her bottomless blue eyes meet mine, and my dick stands at attention, pointing at her like a divining rod.
"Baby girl," I rumble, my gaze dropping from her face to her tits and then lower.
"Hi," she squeaks, wringing her hands together. "Um. I just…came to say bye. I have things."
"Things?" I cock a brow, wiping sweat from my forehead.
"Y-yes. Work and stuff," she mumbles, her eyes locked on my cock. "Things."
She's begging to be fucked right now.
I take a step toward her.
She squeaks and jumps backward.
My eyes narrow on her face, something unholy shifting through me. Is she trying to run from me?
I take another deliberate step in her direction.
She backs away again.
"Stay right there, baby girl," I warn her, my voice soft. "If I have to chase you down, you aren't making it to work on time today. You might not even be able to walk."
"But…but…"
"Stay right there."
She gulps, the pulse in her throat fluttering so hard I can see it from here. Christ. I want to taste the way it races while she's screaming for me.
I take another step toward her.
Her body practically vibrates. I know she's going to run. I want her to run, just so I can show her what happens when she does. But I don't know when to expect it. She's always been braver than she realizes.
She manages to stand her ground until I'm two steps away.
I don't think she even thinks about it. She just bolts, fleeing down the hall as fast as she can in her modest little heels.
I let her have a headstart, give her time to think that she might actually make it, that she's going to outrun me.
She isn't. I've spent two decades running five miles every morning. I doubt she's ever even jogged a day in her life.
My hand slams against the front door right as she wrenches it open, slamming it closed again.
She whimpers, her body plastered to it. I press against her, making her watch as I flip the lock. My teeth sink into the side of her throat, just hard enough to shock her.
"I warned you not to run," I breathe in her ear.
"I'm sorry!" she sobs, her whole body shuddering against the door.
I wrench her away from it, hauling her up over my shoulder. My hand comes down on her ass in a hard smack, making her jerk and moan.
I smack her ass again as I storm back down the hall, not stopping until she's flying through the air.
My hand is behind her head before she lands, easing her down on the bed. Her wide eyes meet mine, so dilated with desire, they're my favorite shade of midnight.
"Did you really think you could outrun me?" I ask, yanking her shirt up to reveal her tits. Her skirt comes up too, her panties shredding in my hands.
"Yes. No," she sobs, already arching for me, already soaked for me. "I'm sorry!"
"What'd I tell you?" My teeth close around her nipple. "You don't ever apologize for making my cock this fucking hard."
She sobs wordlessly, her back bowing from the bed. Goddamn. She's beautiful when she's desperate to be ruined, all pink and quivering and sweet.
I bite her other nipple, yanking my sweats down. "If you want to apologize, you can do it with your mouth around my cock," I groan, already straddling her body. "Wrap those perfect lips around me, baby girl. Show me how good you can be for me."
I brush the head of my cock against her lips, growling when her tongue flicks out, tasting the head. She's going to ruin me with that mouth, the same way she's already ruined me with that smile, her voice, and every single other thing about her.
I don't make a move to stop her. Instead, I cradle her head, helping position her as she takes tentative licks, growing bolder by the second.
By the time her lips envelop the head of my cock, sucking me deeper into heaven, my hands are in her hair, and I'm praying to any god willing to listen for the strength to stay still and let her do this at her pace. If we do it at mine, she's going to be stretched wide and choking on nine inches.
"That's it," I rasp, my eyes locked on her face as she sucks me deeper, her lips stretching around me. Her eyes water as she tries to take more, every unpracticed move driving me wild. "Goddamn. There's heaven, and then there's you with my dick down your throat, baby."
I pulse my hips, stroking her cheek. "Good girl. You suck me so fucking well."
She whines around me, the sound sending vibrations all the way to my balls. I jerk back, my cock falling from her lips. If I don't, I'm going to be coming down her throat in two seconds flat.
Her wild eyes meet mine, but I don't give her time to say anything before I fall on her, flipping her onto her stomach. My hands cradle her hips as I yank them up, positioning her right where I want her.
"Jasper!" Her head flies back, her voice nothing but shock and desire when I smack her ass before burying my face between her cheeks from behind.
I eat her the way she deserves to be eaten. There's nothing polite about it. I fucking devour her, gorging myself on her pussy and her cries and the way her little hole clenches and flutters every time I circle it with my tongue. I don't give her what she's begging for, though. Not yet.
I make her wait, make her ride the edge until she's so desperate, all she can think about is coming apart for me. Work doesn't exist for her in this moment. Nothing outside this bed and her own pleasure does. She's just sweat and cries and mine. So fucking mine.
I slam into her, one hand on her shoulder, the other around her hip to keep her still. I don't mess with her hair since it's in a neat little bun. But I wreck the rest of her, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as she splinters around me, convulsing so hard she damn near bucks me off.
"That's it, baby girl," I groan, fucking her through the orgasm. "Keep coming for me just like that so you remember what happens when you run from me."
"Please," she sobs. "Please."
"Nu-uh." I wrap my hand around her jaw, tilting her head until her eyes are locked with mine. "You don't run from me, baby girl. You don't hide from me. I want every single inch of you. Every inch."
"Daddy," she whimpers, her eyes wild. The raw vulnerability in her voice—the hope that I mean it and the fear that I don't—kicks me right in the fucking heart.
I love this girl. Christ, I love her so much I can't breathe through it. I'm tired of keeping that to myself, of carrying it like it's a secret. It isn't. At least, it shouldn't be.
"I love you, Sarah. I always have."
She sobs my name again, shattering into pieces. I groan, planting myself deep, and let the way she milks me tip me over the edge with her.
"Hey," I murmur, grabbing her hand before she can slip out the door half an hour later. She's been quiet…quieter than normal.
It worries me.
I can practically hear her thinking, trying to work through everything in her head. I know I need to let her do that, give her time to process just how wild I am for her, but it's not what I want to do.
What I want is to be her daddy, put her on my lap, and force her to tell me every thought, every fear that's holding her back. I want to force her to say it back. But…this is one of those things that not even Daddy can carry for her.
She doesn't know what it is to be loved, let alone how to process that she might already be. She hasn't had that since she was a kid, losing her family in the most traumatic way possible.
If I try to force her into hearing me or accepting it, all I'm going to do is force her right out the door. And if I try to make her talk this one out before it's even straight in her head, I'll cause an explosion.
You don't back someone into a corner and expect it to go your way, not when fight or flight is all they know. I have to give her time and be patient. And I have to hope like hell that, when she's worked through everything in her mind, she's still right here.
She peeks up at me through her lashes, her cheeks pink. "Yeah?"
"You staying with me tonight?"
"I…" Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. "You want me to stay again?"
My heart breaks at the question, at the way she asks it like her whole world hinges on my answer, and she isn't sure if she wants to run from that or fall into it.
I tug her into my arms, brushing a kiss across her crown. "I always want you to stay, baby girl. Every minute of every day, I want you right here."
"Maybe I shouldn't," she whispers, her voice so soft I almost don't hear it. "I…I should stay at my own place at least once this week, right?"
"Is that what you want to do?" I ask, tilting her head back until she's facing me. "Or is this you running from what I told you?"
"I'm not running."
"Liar," I whisper.
"I'm not running."
"You are." I brush my lips across her forehead.
"But it's okay, baby girl. I get it. You've spent most of your life alone, afraid to let anyone close because you know what it feels like to lose the people who matter.
You learned that lesson long before anyone ever should, and it lingered.
I know it's going to take time to undo it. But I need you to hear me right now."
"I…" She gulps and then nods.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours, every inch of me for as long as you'll have me.
So while you're panicking today, trying to come up with every reason you think you need to run to protect yourself, I'll be right here, waiting to prove to you that you don't need to do that.
" My thumb brushes her bottom lip. "I'm not going anywhere. "
Tears well in her eyes, and I just want to scoop her up and shelter her from everything—her own mind, her past, the fucking world. I want to be Daddy right now, so fucking bad it hurts.
But, as someone who has been to war, I know I can't fight this one. I'd willingly lay myself down to spare her the smallest pain, but I can't fight her own mind. Only she can do that. And right now, she needs to learn that she's strong enough to do it.
"Get to work, baby girl. I'll give you a little space to work it through." I tip her chin back, forcing her to meet my gaze. "But I meant what I said. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not giving up. I love you."
She stares at me for a long moment and then nods before slipping out of my arms. She takes my heart with her when she walks out the door—every fucking inch of it.