Chapter 41 #2
“I can’t believe we just did that, that we’re doing this right now.” Her chest heaves, her breasts rising and falling with every breath.
I roll my hips, fucking in and out of her, my thumb playing with her sensitive bud. “Jasper,” she whines.
“Yes, Lotus Flower?”
“You feel so good. I want you to fuck me. Fill me up. Let me ride behind you with your cum dripping from my cunt, staining your pretty black seat.”
“Fuck,” I growl. Sliding my hand up her body, I wrap my hand around her neck while I continue to play with her clit. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby,” I grunt as I start to fuck into her. “You drive me crazy. Every time I see you, I want to fucking consume you.”
She gasps when I tighten my grip on her throat, my thumb moving faster, rougher.
“Gonna fill this cunt.” The bike starts to rock. “Gonna pump you full of my seed.”
“Yes,” she sobs out, her nails digging into my thighs. “Fuck, Jasper. Yes, right there.”
“Take it,” I snarl. “Take my fucking cock like a good little slut.”
“Oh god. I’m gonna cum again.”
“That's right, cum for me. Make a fucking mess on my bike.”
“Oh, fuck, yes, Jasper!” she shouts my name as another orgasm rips through her. She grips my cock like a vise, body shaking from her release.
It triggers mine, and I’m unable to hold back anymore.
With a savage growl, I pound into her a few more times before bottoming out. My cock swells inside her, cock pulsing free and filling her up with my cum.
My body tingles, feeling like I’m high. And I am. On this woman. She’s mine. All fucking mine.
Moving my hand from between her thighs, I grab her helmet, undoing the strap and pulling it free.
Then I’m lifting her up, my hand still around her throat and crashing my lips to hers.
She moans, melting into my touch, parting her lips so I can thrust my tongue inside.
I kiss her like a starved man, tongues tangling together. She makes me fucking feral.
“I fucking love you,” I growl out, breathing heavily as I pull back from the kiss, my forehead to hers. “I hope you know that.”
She leans back, looking up at me with bright, awe-filled eyes. “I love you too.”
My eyes flick between hers, my chest feeling tight. I’m not good with emotions that aren’t anger and control.
This woman makes me feel like I have no control over anything.
And maybe that's okay. Sometimes.
“Let’s go on our date,” I tell her.
She gives me the sweetest smile, and damn it, there goes my heart again. What is she doing to me?
I pull out, a gush of my cum following. “Guess I am really making a mess of your bike,” she giggles.
“Worth it,” I chuckle, putting her panties back into place.
I help her off so that she can climb back on behind me.
She wraps her arms around me, resting her head against my back, and we’re off.
A half hour later, we pull up to our destination.
“No way.” She laughs as she climbs off. “This is where we’re going?”
I take my helmet off, shake out my hair, and nod.
“You are the best,” she grins. “And Jasper, baby, you really are turning into a softie.” She grins wider, stepping up to me and giggling at the growl that rumbles in my chest. “Don’t worry,” she whispers. “It can be our secret.”
I roll my eyes, but kiss her hard before climbing off after her.
She has no idea how much I’m willing to do to make her happy.
Seeing Nola’s eyes light up as we step into the Audubon Insectarium is worth feeling completely out of place.
Over the next few hours, we slowly make our way around the place, checking out everything it has to offer.
I get the odd look from some parents, some kids hiding behind them. Others gape up at me in awe, pointing out my tattoos.
I pay them no mind, my full attention on my Lotus Flower.
She’s a bubble of pure joy and excitement as she gives me a full rundown of all the butterflies they have here.
Nothing of what she’s telling me clicks; I just enjoy listening to her talk and watching her light up over something she’s passionate about.
When she’s not looking, I snap a few photos of her as she holds some of the butterflies.
It’s moments like this that you’d never guess that she has a dark side. She’s two sides of the same coin.
After we spend a few hours here, we head home.
“Thanks for everything,” Nola says when the bike is parked in the garage. She hands me the helmet, and I hang it off the handlebars. “I’m not sure how I’ve lived here my whole life and have never been there. I’m going to have to go back again soon. It was so beautiful."
“Just let me know when you want to go again, and I’ll take you,” I mutter. “You hungry?"
“Starving,” she groans.
We head inside the house, and we’re immediately hit with the smell of homemade pizza. Wesley is oddly a good cook. So is Sylas. Guess when your parents don’t give two shits about you, learning to fend for yourself is something you gotta do.
It makes me appreciate my parents even more.
“What’s going on in here?” Nola asks, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Did you make pizza?”
Wesley turns to look at her over his shoulder. “We did,” he says.
“Mushroom and onion to be exact,” Sylas chimes in. “Well, for you because that shit is nasty.”
“Is not,” she laughs. “Oh my god, it smells amazing. Is it ready?”
“Yup. Just fresh out of the oven, but it’s hot.”
She does this adorable happy dance, she does every time she gets to eat one of her favorite foods.
We all watch her in awe, unable to not be obsessed with everything this woman does.
“I’ll make you a plate, and we can take this into the movie room.”
“Movie room?” Nola looks between us. “We’re watching a movie?” she asks hopefully.
“You wanted to see Ready Or Not 2, right?” I ask her.
“Yes!” She claps her hands. “Ah, I’m so happy.” She rushes over and gives each of us a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” She grins up at me, her smile so wide I can’t help but return one myself.
“You’re welcome, Lotus Flower.” I grip her chin, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, loving the way she melts into me.
We all settle on the couch and start the movie.
I never used to think I was capable of having a regular relationship before, I always thought that we were too damaged and fucked in the head for anyone to be with, for Nola specifically to be with.
Then moments like this prove me wrong.
She’s exactly what we all needed, the little bit of humanity in all of us.
We’re not going to be Prince Charmings, or hopeless romantics, but as long as we do the small things like this, I think we’ll be alright.
We spent so long worried that we wouldn’t be able to give her a normal life, a life she deserved, but all along, this was exactly what she wanted.
Our normal looks different, but it works for us.