Chapter 41
CHAPTER
FORTY-ONE
JASPER
“Where are you taking her?” Sylas asks.
“None of your business,” I mutter, my eyes locked on the building my Lotus Flower is currently in. Her class will be ending any moment now, and with every second that goes by, I’m growing more and more impatient.
“What do you have planned?”
“None of your business,” I repeat myself.
“Are you taking her for a drive?”
I swing my glare his way. “What do you think?” I ask him. “Is it that I’m standing here in riding gear holding an extra helmet for the fun of it?”
“Geez,” Sylas huffs out a laugh. “Someone is pissy. I think you need to get laid, my man.”
That’s what I’m trying to fucking do. No thanks to this asshole. He’s a fucking pussy hog. I swear, any chance he gets, his cock is buried inside my Lotus Flower. If I don’t get some alone time with her soon, I’m going to fucking murder him.
“How about you and Wesley make yourselves fucking useful and have dinner ready by eight.”
“Why eight?” Sylas asks. “Isn’t supper at five?”
“Dinner is whatever time we want to eat,” I mutter.
“And I’m saying be ready at eight. Make pizza, the kind Nola likes.
Nola said something about wanting a normal night with us after seeing some bullshit on a TV show.
If she wants a date night with the three of us, then we’re giving it to her.
But not before I get some fucking time to myself.
Get everything someone needs for a movie night, whatever that entails.
And make sure we have the movie Ready Or Not 2.
She’s been talking about wanting to see that since it came out a few weeks ago. ”
“Oh my god.” Sylas’ eyes light up, and I growl at the enjoyment he’s getting from this. “Has your ice-cold heart started to thaw? I knew you were a big old teddy bear deep down,” Sylas chuckles. “Come on, give me a cuddle.” He goes to hug me, arms stretched out.
I grab my gun, pulling it from its holster, and lift it to his forehead. “Touch me and die,” I snarl.
“You can act all big and scary all you want, but we know you're just a big softie for our batshit crazy queen.” Sylas grins like an idiot.
“Not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.” Nola’s voice has my head snapping forward.
Fuck. Me. She looks gorgeous. She’s got her hair down, and it’s straightened. She’s wearing a flowy dress that goes down to her knees. Her neckline is low enough to see her cleavage, and now all I can think about is being inside her.
When I saw what she was wearing when she got up for school this morning, I approved. It was the perfect outfit, and she doesn’t even know it.
“Compliment for sure,” Sylas says. “Hey, Lola Girl, how was school?
“Good.” She grins. “So, who am I going home with?” She points between Sylas and me.
“Me.” We both speak at the same time.
“Fuck off,” I snap at Sylas. She grins and starts to cackle.
“You’re going with this grumpy ass,” Sylas chuckles. “If not, he’s going to kill me.”
He steps forward, wrapping his arm around her waist and the other behind her head, pulling her in for a heated kiss. “Have fun. See you later.” He nips at her lower lip. “Love you.”
“Love you,” she says breathlessly. Sylas slaps her on the ass, shooting her a wink before turning to face me. He grins, giving me a two-finger salute before climbing into his car and taking off.
“We’re going for a drive?” Nola asks, pointing to the extra helmet in my arms.
“Yes,” I reply, handing it over to her.
“Where are we going?”
“A drive,” I repeat slowly, raising a brow.
“I know,” she laughs. “But is there anywhere specifically we’re driving to or just a ride?”
“Both,” I tell her. “I have plans for the ride, then I’m taking you somewhere.”
“Okay,” she laughs again. “Like, a date?” Her eyes light up, and fuck me if I don’t want to give this girl the whole fucking world.
“I guess you could call it that.”
Grinning, she slides her helmet on, strapping it in place. “Let’s go,” she says excitedly, moving to get on the back of the bike, but I grab her arm, pulling her forward.
“You’re sitting in the front.”
“The front?” she asks. “Are you going to be able to drive like that?
I chuckle, grinning as I slide my own helmet on. “I’ll be just fine.”
“Okay,” she agrees.
“Your front to my front,” I instruct her.
“Like, my body wrapped around yours?”
I nod my head, sliding back a bit, giving her room to climb on.
“Are you sure you’re going to be able to drive like this?” she asks again, leaning back to look up at me. “And how is this going to work? Do I put my feet down next to yours, or?” She kicks her feet out to the side, making me chuckle. “This is stupid. I’m going to sit behind you like normal.”
“Stay.” I let out a low growl when she goes to move. She pauses and lets out a huff.
“This can’t be safe, Jasper.”
“Wrap your legs around me,” I tell her. “And your arms around my neck.”
“What?” she gasps. “Jasper, how the hell are you going to see?”
“Lotus Flower, I’m a big man, you're a tiny pixie. Even with the helmet, you don’t take up much room.”
Not giving her enough time to argue anymore, I start the bike up and take off through the parking lot.
She lets out a squeal, wrapping her legs around my waist and locking her arms around my neck.
“You are suicidal sometimes, Jasper Park, I swear!”
My chest shakes with laughter. She’s so cute when she’s pissed.
“Did you have a brain swap or something?” she asks, shouting over the sound of the bike.
“Why?” I shout back.
“Because you’re laughing. You really are turning into a softie, aren't you?” I can hear the smile in her voice.
I roll my eyes. Of course, she’s gotta be a brat about it.
Weaving my way through traffic, I head for the highway. I plan on taking the long way to where I’m taking her, giving me a chance to have enough time for what I have planned.
She clings to me, her body tight against mine. Having her this close settles something inside me. I hate when we’re apart, but unlike Sylas, I’m not going to smother her.
Stalk her and track her, yes. I need to know where my Lotus Flower is at all times, and if I can’t be there with her, I want to know she’s safe.
But Nola is her own person. She has school, work, family, friends. They’re a big part of her life, and I’d never come between that.
“Nola,” I shout loud enough for her to hear me.
“Yes?”
“Take my cock out of my jeans.”
“What?” she asks.
“I said, take my cock out of my jeans.”
“Why?!”
“Do it.”
She hesitates for a moment, but then I feel her unwinding one of her arms and carefully sliding it between us while she has a death grip with the other one on my neck.
I’ve been hard since the moment she climbed onto this bike, and the fact that with every bump we go over has her rubbing against my erection isn’t helping.
Actually, this is exactly what I had planned.
It takes her a moment, but she manages to get my cock out of my jeans.
My attention is on the road, but as she wraps her hand around my shaft, giving it a stroke, my brain goes offline for a moment.
“Fuck,” I snarl.
“What?” she asks. “Is this not what you wanted?”
“Not quite,” I shout.
“Then what?”
“Pull your panties to the side and put me inside you."
“You're joking, right?”
“Not even fucking close.” I groan as she strokes me again.
“We’re gonna fuck on your bike?” she shouts. “While you’re driving?”
“Yes,” I shout back.
“You really do have a death wish,” she says.
But she does as she’s told. It takes a second, but she adjusts her body, and my hand grips the handle bars wheel as my cock slides into her slick cunt.
It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes back as her heat wraps around me. So fucking warm and tight.
“Now what?” she asks, wrapping her arm back around my neck.
“Ride me, Lotus Flower. Make us both cum before we get to our destination.”
“I can’t move!” she yells. “We’ll crash.”
“Figure it out.”
Nola leans her head against my chest, her legs tightening around my waist.
She starts to roll her hips; it’s small and subtle, but it’s enough.
Between the vibrations of the bike, the fact that she’s pressed up against me, and that I’m buried inside her, it’s enough to make me cum.
I keep my attention on the road, moving around trucks and cars as I breathe harshly through my nostrils.
Fucking hell, this feels good. Too fucking good. I want to pull over, fuck her hard and fast.
Why the hell did I think this was a good idea? It feels good, but I want to do so much more to her.
“More,” I demand.
“I don’t want us to crash.”
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life.” Fuck. That does something to my heart and soul.
“Then fuck me, Nola. Give me more.”
She makes a scared sound, but she digs her heels into my ass, giving herself a better angle. She rolls her hips more than before, forcing my cock deeper inside her. I groan, zaps of pleasure coursing through me with every rock of her hips.
It doesn’t take long until she’s riding me nice and slow, and I know she’s chasing her own orgasm, grinding her clit against my jeans, seeking friction.
My balls ache, my cock beyond painfully hard. I’m close, and normally I like to drag things out, but we don’t have time for that.
I grow frustrated, needing more. When she lets out a sobbed whimper, cumming around my cock, her cunt grips me so hard I nearly crash the bike, and I know I'm done with this.
Change of plans.
I pull off onto a side road, heading down far enough so that we're off of the main track.
“What’s wrong?” Nola asks when I stop the bike.
Pushing the kickstand down, I leave the bike running as I put my feet down on the ground.
Grabbing Nola’s arms, I pull them free from my neck and shove her backward.
She lies back, chest heaving as she comes down from her orgasm.
Pulling my helmet off, I hang it on the handlebars.
Running a hand through my hair, I move her dress out of the way so I can see where we’re locked together.
“Fucking hell, Lotus Flower,” I growl, running my thumb over her swollen clit. She whimpers, her pussy clenching around me. “You’re dripping.”