“Good. Very good. So, do you want to do a Skype session tonight? The offer’s on the table.”
The light turned green. “Actually, I think I’m okay. For now, at least.”
“Well, that’s good to know. Let me know if that changes tonight, though. I’ll be in the office pretty late.”
“Well, I’ll let you know if anything changes for tonight. And thank you for everything you’ve done.”
“You’re more than welcome, Jasper. Take care of yourself.”
I hung up the phone call as I pulled into the driveway. Piper hopped out and came quickly to my side, already sensing my tension. My routine had been obliterated. And while I didn’t feel myself spiraling, I wasn’t grounded, either. I hung on to her scruff as we walked up to the front door. I drew in a few deep breaths as she pressed against the side of my neck. I closed my eyes. I placed my free hand against the front door.
Then, I let out a groan.
“I need a shower,” I murmured.
I made my way inside and went forward with the rest of my routine. I got Piper some food and water. I shed my clothes as I walked up the stairs, then shuffled into the bathroom and turned on the hot water, ready to burn the stench of the day off my skin.
Which led me into my favorite part of my evening routine.
After drying off and getting into some pajamas, I heated up some leftovers. Piper came outside with me, and I ate on the porch, one of my favorite pastimes. I gazed up at the full moon. I felt myself relax underneath its soft glow. Dinner went down with ease before we made our way back inside. And I guess I was so grounded that Piper didn’t find the need to follow me upstairs.
So, I lay in bed by myself.
With thoughts of Khloe swirling through my mind.
I wish she was here.
My bed still smelled like her. I rolled over and sniffed deeply as my cock slowly began to rise. Sleeping with her in my arms was the best night of rest I’d gotten in years. And I wanted that again. With her. I didn’t think we were at a spot where I could just call her and tell her to come over, though. We weren’t nearly there.
Were we?
Don’t fuck it up, Jasper.
No. Better to be safe than sorry.
My muscles relaxed into the bed as thoughts of her swirled in my head. The way her body moved against mine. The silky smoothness of her skin, slithering along my body. The way she bucked. The way she rolled. And when the echoes of her soft sounds filled my ears, my cock leaped with joy. I slid my hand underneath the band of my pajamas. I gripped my girth, slowly stroking as my precum slicked my dick. I closed my eyes and imagined her there. I imagined her lips wrapped around my thickness. Imagined her humming with pleasure as the warmth of her mouth enticed me.
“Oh, Khloe,” I groaned.
My cock pulsed in my palm. My breathing became ragged as the memory of her invaded all my senses. My toes curled as I envisioned her kissing up my stomach, tracing her tongue along my skin, seating herself against my pelvis, and sliding up and down my dick.
“Fuck,” I growled.
I stroked faster. My back arched up from the mattress. I grunted and panted, fucking my hand while I imagined her in bed with me. Moaning. Begging for more. Spraying her juices against my body as I took her in every way I wanted. Her, riding my cock off into the sunset. Her, sitting on my face while I drank her down. Her, pinned beneath me, jumping with every thrust of my hips.
“That’s it. Suck a little harder. Just like that, Khloe. Oh, hell.”
As my balls curled up, my dick released, coating my stomach in strands of cum made for her body, for her and her alone.
“Oh, Khloe,” I whispered.
What I wouldn’t have given for her to have been with me.
Chapter 21
Khloe
My eyes shot open as I gasped for air. My skin tingled and my body hummed with need for him. Holy hell, my dream had been hot. The sexiest and darkest dream I’d ever had.
With Jasper at its helm.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
I inched a hand down my stomach and under my panties, all the way to my pussy lips. I dipped between my folds, feeling how slick I had become. My head fell off to the side. I shivered and shook as my fingertips massaged my swollen clit. And as the digital clock on my bedside table struck two in the morning, my toes curled.
“Jay. Jay. Yes. Fuck—me—yeah.”
Even as the pleasure cascaded through my system, though, the orgasm was hollow, the pleasure not enough. It wasn’t what I wanted. It wasn’t what my body needed. And the orgasm only made my body beg for more.
More of him.
More of Jay.
My eyes fell to my phone. I’d never be able to fall back asleep. Not like this. I reached for my phone as my other hand cupped my pussy. I felt my lower lips swelling at the thought.
He’s asleep, Khloe.
It didn’t stop me from texting him, though.
He isn’t going to respond, Khloe.
It didn’t stop me from sending the message, though.
He’s going to think you’re insane, Khloe.
I woke up thinking of you. I hope you’re okay.
And as I pulled my hand out from inside my panties, my cell phone lit up.
Funny. I’m up and thinking about you, too.
I grinned as I dialed his number.
I wonder what kind of “up” he’s talking about.
“Hey there,” he said sleepily.
“Well, hey,” I said.
“What’s got you up?”
“I should be asking you that same question.”
He sighed. “Oh, you know. Same old. Just a nightmare.”
I shot up in bed. “Are you okay?”
“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed as silence fell over the phone.
“I suppose I could be better,” he said.
“Can I do anything?” I asked.
“Nah, I’m sure you’re ready to go back to sleep.”
“Not if you need me, no.”
He paused. “If I need you?”
“Do you need me?”
“What if I want you?”
“That works just fine with me.”
He paused again. “I want you, Khloe.”
I stood to my feet. “I’m coming over. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Want me to pick anything up on the way?”
“No. Just get over here as quickly as you can.”
“Done.”
I hung up the phone and reached for my robe. And after slipping into my slippers, I shuffled toward the front door. I grabbed my keys and raced to my car. I cranked it up and did everything but speed like lightning over to his place. I rolled stop signs and blew through yellow lights. I toed the line between “illegal” and “legal” just to get to his place that much quicker. I pulled into the driveway and quickly got out, not bothering to lock my doors.
And just as I stepped up onto the porch, the front door flew open.
He reached for my wrist and tugged me into him. Jay pulled me into his house and crashed his lips against mine. He swiveled me around and closed the front door with my back. His hands pressed against the cold surface, his pelvis pinning me beneath him. His grip was tighter than usual, and his body buzzed with need.
I liked it when he came undone.
Our teeth clattered together as my arms slid around his neck. He dipped down, his hands gripping my ass cheeks. He hoisted me against his body, pulling me away from the door. As he walked us upstairs, I sucked on his lower lip.
“Khloe,” he growled.
He charged us into his room and kicked his bedroom door closed. But he didn’t toss me to the bed. Instead, he pinned me to the wall, sucking on my tongue and nibbling on my lower lip.
“Oh, Jay,” I moaned.
“That’s it. Moan for me, Khloe.”
“Jay.”
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“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Oh, that’s it.”
He kissed down my neck. He raked his teeth along my pulse point. My head fell back against the wall as his body pinned me to it. I felt him slide my panties off to the side. His teeth pulled my tank top down, exposing my breasts. I didn’t even hear his pants hit the floor before his cock fell against my thigh, pulsating, leaking, ready to be inside me.
“I need you inside me. Now.”
He slid his cock inside me, and my body came alive. I gasped for air as he pounded me, pushing my body farther up the wall. He buried his face into my cleavage, kissing and sucking, leaving behind soft red marks. My walls squeezed him. My body shivered for him. And as my juices dripped down his girth, he pinned my wrists above my head.
“So beautiful. So perfect. Holy shit, Khloe.”
I ground against him and whimpered for more. For more of Jay. For more of his body. For more of his touch. His hands tightened around my wrists. His head came up, crashing our lips together once more. I bucked against him and felt myself unraveling, approaching a precipice as my mind fell blank, and my tits puckered with delight.
Then, he pulled me away from the wall.
“What the—?”
He tossed me to the bed, and I flopped onto my stomach. As he grabbed my ankles, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and raised my hips up. I felt my juices dripping down my thighs. He cracked his hand against my ass, making my eyes widen.
“Jay,” I gasped.
But anything else was cut off as he sank his dick back inside me.
“Fuck,” he growled.
The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. His hand wrapped into my hair, and he held my head up so he could hear every single sound I made. My body jumped with his thrusts. My heart soared with emotions. Fireworks burst in my mind’s eye as my walls fluttered around him. And already, I wanted to be thrown over the edge. I wanted to come for him. I wanted to pull him over with me, spiral him into the dark, endless abyss that was the pleasure he afforded me.
“Jay,” I choked out.
“Come for me, Khloe. Do it. Take me with you.”
“Come with me.”
My body pulled taut, and my walls clamped around him. My pussy massaged him for all he had, milking his cock empty. He rutted against me. My ass cheeks jiggled as he snapped quicker and quicker, fucking me senseless as I tumbled over the edge. He released my hair. I fisted the sheets of his bed as my face fell against them. I moaned, unearthly sounds pouring from my lips, soaking into the mattress as my thighs contracted.
“Yes, Khloe. Shit!”
Then, I felt him explode.
Thread after thread of hot arousal filled my body until it dripped down my legs along with my own. He collapsed against me, tumbling us both to the bed. With his weighted body surrounding me, I felt at peace.
For the first time since losing John.
“Jay,” I whispered.
He kissed my shoulder and up my neck. I turned my face just in time to capture his lips softly against my own. Tears welled in my eyes, and he nuzzled my nose before he eased himself up and pulled his cock from between my legs.
Before we both cuddled next to one another in his bed.
“Oh, Jay,” I said, sniffling.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked.
He held me close and stroked my hair, kissing my tears as they fell down my cheeks.
“I can’t—I don’t know—”
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” he whispered.
“I haven’t been this happy in a long time,” I choked out.
He held me tighter before pulling the covers over us.
“I’ve got you. Let it out,” he murmured.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered.
“Don’t you dare be sorry for something like that. Come on.”
I nodded softly. “Okay.”
“Good. Now, you get it out of your system. As much as you need to.”
I felt so pathetic, crying against his chest. Like the weak little girl I felt I had become. But it felt wonderful to not cry alone, for once. To not fill the darkness of my bedroom with my crying, but to be in the comfort of someone’s arms while doing so. Maybe crying wasn’t a weakness, after all. I mean, Jay wasn’t treating me any differently. If anything, he kept pulling me closer. Kissing my forehead. Coaxing me to do more of it.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m right here,” he whispered.
“We both have to be up in a few hours.”
“Four, to be exact.”
I sniffled hard. “Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
He gripped my chin and pulled my eyes up to meet his.
“Stop. Apologizing. I’m here for you, Khloe. Like I always should have been.”
I sighed. “I’m not upset with you, you know.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “I know.”
“So, you need to stop being upset with yourself.”
I felt him tense, and I knew I had struck a chord.
“Just stop being so angry with yourself,” I whispered.
And that was the last thing I said before the two of us drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 22
Jasper
I smelled her as my eyes came open. I felt the warmth of her side of the bed as I shifted. But when I reached out for her, she was nowhere to be found.
Which woke me up quickly.
“Khloe?”
I sat up in bed and looked around. She wasn’t in the bedroom. I didn’t hear any water running in the bathroom. Had it all been a dream?
No. It smells like her. She was here.
Had she left me?
I looked over at her nightstand and saw her phone sitting there. Oh, no. I knew she’d never leave without that. But then where had Khloe gone?
“Pipes?” I called out.
I whistled for her as my feet hit the floor. But I didn’t hear her coming up the steps. I didn’t hear her panting as she rushed down the hallway.
Where’s my dog?
I groaned as I got out of bed. Something didn’t sit right with me. I reached for my robe and wrapped it around my shoulders as I made my way out of the bedroom. Just as I started walking downstairs, I heard my phone alarm going off. Time for me to get ready to work and get in the shower. But I couldn’t do anything like that until I found Piper.
And Khloe, for that matter.
“Hello?” I called out.
The smell of coffee lured me into the kitchen. Until I saw Piper’s water bowl. Specifically, the water glistening on the floor. From where she had apparently already drunk.
“There you go. Go fetch!”
Khloe’s soft voice caught my ear, and I whipped my gaze up. I saw my back door hanging open softly, so I walked in that direction. I heard Khloe giggling and Piper barking. And as I silently eased the door open, I took in the most incredible sight with my own two eyes.
Khloe, crouched down, clapping for Piper to come running for her.
And here I thought she didn’t like dogs.
“Come on, Piper. You can do it. There you go! Way to go, girl!”
Watching her wrap her arms around my dog sent a punch straight to my chest. It almost took my breath away, really. As my head fell off to the side, I saw Khloe snap. Piper dropped the ball, and Khloe picked it up. Then, she launched it into the backyard. She cheered Piper on as the two of them played back and forth, with a mug of coffee completely forgotten about on the patio table.
The punch to my chest happened again. Only this time, I knew why it took my breath away.
I still love this girl.
How the hell was I going to tell her that? Should I even tell her that? “Hey, I saw you playing with my dog, and I fell in love with you again”? That made me sound like a madman. And yet, it was the truth. Every time she scratched behind Piper’s ear and every time she threw that ball, I fell more and more in love with her. I fell more and more in awe of her.
So
, I stood there, watching the love of my life throw a ball to the savior of my life.
“Jay! Holy shit!”
Her voice pulled me from my trance, and I grinned. She had her hand over her heart, and her eyes were wide. Very wide.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” I said.
“How long have you been standing there?”
I shrugged. “Long enough for both of us to be late for work.”
She paused. “What time is it?”
I leaned back to take in the clock on the wall.
“Uh, almost eight twenty.”
“Holy shit, we are late,” she said.
She clapped her hands and called out for Piper to follow her. But I stepped in front of her. I prevented her from going into the house, and her wide eyes went from startled to frustrated.
“You said so yourself. We’re going to be late,” I said.
“Gotta pay the toll first.”
“What toll?”
I held my arms out. “This toll.”
She snickered before walking into my arms. And when I cloaked her back, I knew I’d never go back. This was what I wanted for the rest of my life. No matter how long I had to wait for it, Khloe was the woman I wanted by my side for the rest of my days.
How the fuck am I gonna tell her that, though?
“You meant to scare me, didn’t you?” she murmured.
I chuckled. “I really didn’t.”
“You know, that laughter tells me otherwise.”
I heard Piper growling playfully, and I shot a mocking glare at her.
“Traitor.”
Khloe giggled. “Hey, don’t get upset with her. It’s not my fault that she likes me better.”
“And here I thought you didn’t like animals.”
“Well, maybe Piper’s gotten underneath my skin.”
“Or, maybe you’re taking your own advice.”
She paused. “Huh?”
I gripped her shoulders and pushed her out so I could gaze into her eyes.
“Maybe you’re letting go of some of the emotions that have been holding you back lately,” I said.
She nodded slowly. “Maybe I am.”
I pulled her back in for a hug and felt her arms languidly wrap around me. Her chilly fingers slowly inched up my bare back. And I didn’t even care. Everything about this felt right. Having her at my side. Making love to her at two in the morning. Waking up to her throwing the ball with Piper in the backyard before we both went into work. Everything about it, I wanted. I didn’t even know I wanted it, either. Until I saw it.
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