Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
I Wish It Could Be Chaos Every Day
Jasper
I’m lying on my back, shifting Miranda so she is straddling me, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like liquid gold. Her eyes, a deep shade of blue, lock onto mine as she lowers herself onto me, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
“You’re so fucking tight, Miranda,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire. Her walls grip me like a vice, her warmth enveloping me in a way that makes my breath catch.
She moans softly, her head tilting back as she begins to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I can feel every inch of her, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine. It’s intoxicating, the way she takes control, yet still surrenders to the moment.
“That’s it, take what you need, Princess,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer with each thrust. Her skin is soft beneath my palms, her body responding to my touch like it was made for me.
She’s not just tight—she’s perfect. Every movement, every sound she makes, sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
I can’t help but groan, my voice deepening as I lose myself in the sensation.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I mutter, my breath quickening as she arches her back, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
Her nipples are hard, her skin flushed, and I can’t resist the urge to lean up and capture one in my mouth, sucking gently as she gasps, her hands tangling in my hair.
“Don’t stop,” I hiss against her skin, “keep moving for me.”
Miranda’s moans grow louder, her movements more urgent. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her body trembling as she rides me harder, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. I can feel her tightening around me, her muscles clenching in a way that makes my head spin.
“I’m gonna come, Miranda,” I warn, my voice breaking as I thrust up to meet her, our bodies colliding in a rhythm that’s both frantic and deliberate. “You make me lose control.”
Her eyes widen, her lips parting in a silent cry as she nods, her body responding to my words like they’re a command.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I moan, my voice hoarse as I grip her hips tighter, my thrusts becoming more desperate. She’s everything I didn’t know I needed, her presence filling a void I hadn’t even realized existed.
The little sounds of pleasure she makes are music to my ears, and I never want her to stop making them.
As I feel my climax building, I pull her down, our lips crashing together in a kiss that’s both hungry and tender.
Her taste is sweet, her tongue tangling with mine as I roll us over, pinning her beneath me.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my back as I drive my cock into her, the angle hitting a spot that makes her cry out, her body arching off the bed.
“Jasper,” she pants, her voice breathless as she tightens around me again, her nails scratching down my back. “Don’t stop, please.” Her words are like fuel, pushing me closer to the edge. I’m teetering, my control slipping away as I thrust harder, faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck, Miranda,” I groan, my voice breaking as I feel her trembling beneath me, her body on the brink. “Come with me, Princess. Let go.” Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in a silent scream as she shatters around me, her walls milking me in a way that sends me over the edge.
I bury my face in her neck, my body shaking as I spill into the condom, my moans muffled against her skin. Her hands clutch at my back, her body convulsing as she rides out her orgasm, her breath hot against my ear.
For a moment, the world narrows to just this—the feel of her, the sound of her, the scent of her. This right here is as close to perfect as I think anything can ever feel.
Callum looks up the second I walk into the pub, eyebrows raised before I’ve even reached the table.
“Alright,” he says slowly. “You’ve got a look.”
“A look,” I repeat, dropping into the seat opposite and taking one of the waiting pints.
He nods. “Yeah. One of those looks. Something’s happened.”
I stare into my drink. I came here for a reason. I need to talk to someone—and it can't be my brothers.
“I spent the whole weekend with Miranda.”
His eyes widen, then narrow. “The weekend… as in—”
I glance at him. “All weekend… in my bed.”
“Well bloody hell,” he says after a short, shocked pause, leaning back. “That’s… quick.”
“It didn’t feel quick,” I say. “It felt like exactly where I was supposed to be.”
He doesn’t grin. Doesn’t mock. Just watches me for a second, then gives a slow nod.
“So it’s a thing now? You and her?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But it’s something. And it’s not casual. At least, not for me.” My heart starts racing at the thought that she could think this is only something casual.
“I figured,” he says, lifting his glass. “You’ve been looking at her like she’s made of stars for weeks.”
I huff a quiet laugh and clink his glass. “That obvious?”
“Painfully.”
I drain almost half of my pint in one go.
“I know it’s complicated,” I say, quieter now. “I know she’s got history and a child and it’s probably mad. But I like her. A lot.”
Callum shrugs. “Then go with it. Don’t overthink it. You’ll know soon enough if it’s something worth holding onto.”
I nod, but a tiny knot still sits in my chest. Because I already know it is worth everything. The only question now is whether she feels the same.
I swirl what’s left of my pint. “What are you doing for Christmas, then?”
Callum perks up slightly. “Lake District. Taking Stella up for a few days. She’s got this romantic thing about snowy hills and roaring fires and overpriced shepherd’s pie.”
“Very civilised.”
“It will be if we don’t argue over whose turn it is to control the heating.” He grins. “We’re back on Boxing Day though. Stella’s daughter is coming over with her boyfriend.”
“I can’t believe you’re basically stepdad to someone who’s what, fifteen years younger than you?” I say, half-laughing.
Callum shrugs, like it's not the first time he’s heard it. “I’m not her stepdad,” he says, then adds with a small smile, “... yet.”
“Oh, have you set a date?” When Callum got down on one knee at Halloween, it caught everyone off guard. After all, they hadn’t been together very long.
“No, but we’re looking at a few venues up there.” He runs a hand through his hair. “We want to give ourselves a bit of time. I know the engagement was quick, but venues book up early, so there’s no harm in reserving one for about a year from now.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “And here I thought I was the one moving fast.”
“You are,” he says, smiling. “But I should thank you because your chaos makes mine look positively textbook.”
I raise my glass. “To the women that make us do things we thought we’d never do.”
He clinks his against mine, then says, “Exactly. To chaos?”