by Alexa Riley
“I’ve only ever wanted you Jasper.” He takes a step towards me, and I retreat a step back, putting my hands up. He can’t touch me. If he touches me, it will be like last night all over again. I’ll melt into him and probably never let go. Pain flashes across his face at my retreat. “My mom.”
I force out the words because I know he loves my mom, too. Jasper’s mom was gone when she found out tricking Ned into knocking her up wasn’t going to get her a place in his home. Her plan had failed and she’d left town, never looking back at either Jasper or Ned. My mom was the only mom Jasper ever knew. The only woman Ned had ever brought around him, and I know she means as much to him as she does to me. Mom is hard not to love. She gives you no choice but to love her. She’ll do anything in the world for you, and I don’t want to hurt the one thing she cares about most in the whole world—her family. And Jasper and I are messing with that by doing this.
“Our mom,” I correct. “We could rip this family apart, and I know it means as much to you as it does to me.”
“But you want me. You just won’t act on it because of our parents?” he asks and takes another step towards me. I back up even more, but my back hits the house as he closes the distance between us, caging me in. He plants his hands on either side of my head as he leans down to get even closer. I stare up at him, not sure what to say. “Say it,” he pushes. “Say you want me.”
“Jasper, how could you not know that? I followed you around everywhere until you stopped wanting to be around me.”
“I stayed away from you because I knew how bad I wanted you. That if I got too close, things like last night would happen. But now—”
“Nothing’s changed,” I say, cutting across him. “If anything, it’s worse.” I can see the hope in his eyes. That we can really have this, but we can’t. I plead with him. “Knowing this isn’t one-sided only makes it hurt more.”
I’m trying to get him to understand how hurtful this is going to be. That now we both have to move on, despite knowing the other wants this, too. My hand goes to his chest, and my fingers dig into his shirt. I don’t want to let go, but at the same time I’m telling him we can’t do this.
A half-smile pulls at his perfect, full lips, and I remember what they felt like on me last night. I want them on me again. Maybe we could have just one more moment, because it’s going to hurt when we have to end this.
“Then tell me to stop,” he says simply, leaning in even more as his mouth comes closer to mine.
I don’t tell him to stop. Instead, I let my body take over like it did in the dark, and I raise up on my tippy toes, closing the distance between us. My fingers let go of his shirt, and I slide my hand up around his neck, pulling him closer.
My feet leave the ground, and I know we are moving, but my eyes fall closed and I get lost in Jasper. Lost in all the things I’ve ever wanted. That feeling of home slides back into place, and I’m exactly where I’ve always wanted to be. I lost it this morning when I found myself alone in bed, and I want it back now more than ever. Maybe we can steal a little more time. No one ever has to know.
9
Jasper
I grip Libby’s ass and carry her through the house and out the back door. I have to break our kiss for a second to find the doorknob, and she looks at what I’m doing.
“Where are we going?”
“The barn,” I say, gripping her ass cheeks harder and stomping across the back yard and to the field where it sits.
“Why are we going out there?”
Her sweet breath hits my neck, and I feel her soft lips place kisses there as I walk as quickly as I can. “Because I’ve dreamed about taking you out there since before I should have. And it’s a good place to watch in case Mom and Dad come back early. We can say we went to feed the horses.”
Her thighs squeeze my hips, but she pulls back, and her green eyes are wide with nerves. “Jasper, I’ve never…” She stops, and then tries again. “I mean, I’m a virgin. I don’t know what you wanted to do, but I’m not real experienced—”
“Stop talking, baby girl. I’m too fucking hard to hear you talk about your virgin pussy. Just let me get you up in the barn, and then I can think.”
My aching cock pulses between us, and I have to grind my teeth together to keep from cumming in my jeans. Fuck, I can’t think straight. Libby wants me. She wants me the same way I want her, and we’ve both been pushing this away because we thought it might hurt our parents.
I know that they love us and they want us both to be happy. This isn’t some fleeting feeling that’s going to go away in a week, a month, or even in fifty years. I’ve loved Libby since the moment we met, and I haven’t stopped for one second to think about being with anyone else.
When I get to the barn, I walk by the horse stalls and go over to the station at the end that holds all the riding equipment. I grab a blanket, then move to the ladder that leads up to the top loft. I climb up with one arm, holding her with the other, and I can feel her hands roam over my muscles as I do it. I thank God right now that I’m in good shape, because she seems to appreciate the effort.
Stepping off onto the loft, I look around and see the area is perfect. There are hay bales spread out all around us, and there is a big opening that faces directly towards the house. From here I can see if anyone is coming, but they wouldn’t be able to see us unless they were a few feet away. I place Libby on the ground and walk over to the stack of bales. I lay them out like a big king-size bed. I unfold the thick wool blanket and spread it out over the hay, the fresh smell of fall and clean linen filling the loft.
Afterwards, I take Libby’s hand and pull her to me, bringing her body close to mine. I brush my fingers through her dark hark and stare into her beautiful green eyes. We are quiet for a moment, just looking at each other, before I speak.
“You are so goddamn beautiful. You know I love you, right, baby girl?”
She bites her lip and nods, a blush hitting her cheeks.
“I love you as my sister, but I love you more than that, too. It’s deeper for me. This right here?” I hold her tighter to me to emphasize what I mean. “It’s not stopping. We’ll figure out a way to make this work and a way to make Mom and Dad understand. But you’re mine, and nothing’s changing that. Now or ever.”
“But, Jasper—”
“No. You let me handle this. I’ll take care of everything.” I give her a soft kiss on the lips to ease the sting of me cutting her off. “The most important thing is that you love me the way I love you. Right?”
She nods, but I wait, wanting to hear the words. “Yeah, I love you, Jasper. As much as I’ve tried to deny it, I’ve been in love with you as more than a brother for as long as I can remember.”
“And I’m the only one you want?”
“The only one I’ve ever wanted,” she admits, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Then I’ll take care of the rest. The only thing that matters is that you and I are together. The rest is just details, and there’s no need to worry about it right this second. We’ve got plenty of time to figure out how to make this work.”
She smiles at me, and I can see some of the tension leave her body. I give her another soft kiss, but this time, instead of pulling back, I deepen it, sliding my tongue in her mouth and taking over. She tastes so fucking good, and before I know it, I’ve walked her over to the blanket and pushed her back down on it.
“Get naked for me. Let me see all of you,” I order as I move my mouth down her neck and grip her hip.
She fumbles with the buttons on her shirt for a second before finally drawing it off her shoulders. I wait for her to take a breath and then calm her nerves, because I want her as turned on as possible before I put my mouth on her cunt.
My hands go to the waistband of her shorts, and I look up to her eyes. She nods her okay, and I unbutton them and slide them down her legs. I grab her cotton panties, taking them with the shorts, and I stand up, looking down at her. Her shirt is open, showing her bare breasts, and my eyes
eat up every naked inch of her as they travel down her stomach to her pussy. Her legs are closed, keeping it from my view, and I smile down at her. She's even more perfect than I imagined.
“Show it to me, baby girl. I’ve waited so long to see it. Show me that sweet little virgin pussy of yours, baby sister, because I want to eat it. And then take it.”
I see the look of desire burn in her eyes as she licks her lips and then slowly starts to move. The blush has run from her cheeks down her chest, and her rosy pink nipples are hard as rocks. She draws her knees up a little and slowly spreads them, letting her wet, pink lips show and open for me, revealing her little clit that’s begging for my mouth. But I don’t move yet. Instead, I just stand there, staring at fucking perfection laid out before me.
Her pale skin against the dark blanket, her hair spread out around her. She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t look away. My eyes roam over her, and I drop to my knees, licking my lips and needing a taste of her little pink cunt.
“You’re mine, Libby. And once I have your cum on my tongue, there’s nothing that’s going to change that.” Not that anything ever was.
I cover her sweet pussy with my lips and give her one long lick. The taste of her makes my mouth water for more, and I close my eyes, moaning at her flavor. I bring my face down a little, brushing her cunt lips with my nose, wanting her scent all over me. Marking me as hers. My tongue dips into her virgin opening, tasting her crisp, ripe cherry that has yet to be popped.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside you. I can hardly get my tongue in.”
“Jasper. Please don’t tease me.”
“You can be as loud as you want out here, baby girl. Nobody is going to hear us. You can be quiet tonight when I sneak in your room, because I’m coming to get it again. I want you sucking me off, and then I want to hold you while you sleep.”
“Oh God, that sounds so dirty.”
“It is dirty. That’s why your little kitty here likes it. But remember, tonight when I’m inside it, you need to be quiet. We don’t want Daddy to hear you. I’m your daddy now, baby girl, and your little moans are only for me.”
I cover her cunt again, and this time I suck her clit while flicking it with my tongue. Her fingers grip in my hair, and she lets out a loud cry as her body tenses and she gives me what I want. Her pussy leaks sweet cream, and I lap it up as her cunt pulses with the force of her orgasm. She’s clenching like she’s trying to find something to grab hold of, and I’m more than ready to give her something to fill it up.
She sits up, and I straighten as our lips connect. The taste of her pussy on my mouth as she kisses me only gets me fucking harder. My hands go to her nipples, pinching her hard peaks, and her hands go to my jeans, wrestling with my belt. I help her pull my cock out, and she strokes it up and down. The feel of her hand on my cock is enough to have me spilling a little into her palm. I lean forward a bit, and the wetness of her cunt brushes the tip. I grunt out a curse at the same time she does. The sensation is too fucking good, and I won’t last seven more seconds.
But none of that matters, because as I look up, I know someone has seen us. And not only have they seen us, but they’re coming our way.
“Goddamn it!” I hiss, grabbing the blanket and throwing it over Libby’s naked body. “Owen saw us, and he’s coming up here.”
10
Libby
Jasper puts his cock back in his pants, righting himself, before grabbing my shorts and pushing them up my legs. He’s dressing me himself as I button my shirt back up. One of the most incredible moments of my life has been taken away from us. Like always, the outside world is reminding us that we can't be together.
“Shit,” I mumble to myself.
Jasper buttons my shorts before leaning in and placing a kiss on my lips. “I got it, baby. Stay here.” He turns and jumps down, ignoring the ladder, leaving me alone as a panic takes hold. What did Owen see? Why is he even here? God, it’s as if the universe is pushing against us.
“What are you doing here, Bishop?” I hear Jasper snap.
“Looking for Libby Bell.” Owen says the name everyone at school always called me.
“She’s busy,” Jasper growls, and I know things are about to get bad. I make sure my clothes are all right before I pop up.
“Hey!” I put on an extra-wide smile, trying to play it cool. Owen’s eyes come to mine. The traces of the punch he took are still on his face. I do a stupid little nervous wave as they both stare at me, and I wonder if Owen knows what was going on.
“Libby.” Owen nods at me. I turn around and make my way down the ladder.
“Eyes on me, fuck-face,” I hear Jasper growl. He’s starting to sound more like a jealous lover than an overprotective brother, and I wonder if Owen is picking up on that, too. I glance over my shoulder as I work my way down the ladder, seeing Owen pulling his eyes from my ass and back to Jasper.
His eyebrows rise, and I can see it click in his head as he starts to shake his head.
“I see. You don’t want anyone touching your little sister, ‘cause that’s your job. Is that what you two are doing out here? Take your sister out to the barn to fuck her so no one can hear? I guess you wanted to keep her your dirty little secret.”
My face burns, but Jasper is flying at Owen, wrapping his hand around his throat and pressing him up against the side of the barn. I scream out.
I run towards them, grabbing a hold of Jasper’s arm and trying to pull him off. But my effort is useless. Jasper has always been a big guy. Probably the biggest I’ve ever seen outside of TV, and there’s no way I have the strength to stop him.
“She’s not a fucking secret. I don’t care who knows. In fact, go ahead and spread the fucking word. She’s mine. Always has been, always will be.”
“No, stop,” I plead, pulling at Jasper. He can’t mean that. I want our little stolen moments together before everything comes crashing down around us. I haven’t had enough of him yet. I need more, and I know if everyone finds out, I won’t be able to have them. Nothing will ever be the same after people find out, and I’m not ready to give this up.
But Jasper doesn’t stop. He only seems to be getting madder, and Owen’s face is starting to change color.
“Please, Jasper. Sweetheart. You’re scaring me.” His eyes move over to me, looking down at where I’m standing and pulling at his arm. It’s like he’s just now noticed I’m trying to stop him. He lets out a breath and then looks back at Owen before releasing him. Owen bends over, choking for air.
“Owen. I’m sorry this got out of control. Jasper didn’t mean what he said.” I try to calm everyone down.
“I did,” he growls, and moves back towards Owen, but I get between them.
I can feel the anger pulsing off Jasper as he wraps an arm around me in a possessive hold. There’s nothing brotherly about the way he’s staking his claim. Owen looks up at me from his bent position and our eyes connect. A look I can’t read passes over his face. Then a half-smile pulls at his lips as he comes to a standing position.
“See you around, Libby Bell,” Owen says as he turns away.
Jasper jerks against me, but I keep a tight hold on the arms he has around me as I watch Owen pick up his hat off the ground. He heads out the barn door without looking back, and a shiver of dread runs down my spine.
I don’t know how long we stand there, frozen in place, Jasper with one arm around me, and me holding him in a death grip, thinking he might go after Owen. But eventually we snap out of it. I release my hold on him, but Jasper doesn’t do the same. I have to jerk myself to get free of his hold, and I look up at him to see he’s still pissed.
“I can’t believe you did that.” I shake my head, a lump forming in my throat.
“It was bound to come out,” he grits, but his face softens when he sees the tears I’m trying to hold back.
“It’s going to rip us apart!” I cry out.
I thought for a moment he was right. That maybe we coul
d have all our special moments together in secret and it would be enough. Or at least soak up as many as we could before it all came out. But now we can’t even have that small bit of happiness. It’s been taken from us, and I’m crushed. The word will spread like wildfire in a little town like ours. Everyone is going to know, including our parents. I have no idea what to say to them to explain what happened.
“Baby girl, I told you I’d take care of everything.” He reaches out, touching my cheek, and the softness and sweetness of it makes me only want to cry harder. I’m close to losing it, losing everything I’ve ever wanted. I turn and break his hold, running back towards the house as fast as I can. When I hit the door, I go straight up the stairs and into my bedroom. I slam the door closed, locking it behind me.
It’s not even a few seconds later when I hear Jasper’s footsteps coming up the stairs.
“I’m tired of you running in the wrong direction from me, Libby. You run and I’m going to chase from now on, I promise you that. I can’t let this go, and I refuse to let you go. Not when I know you want this, too.” He says all of this from the other side of the door, not making a move to break it down.
God, I do want it. I want him so much it hurts. I love him and my family so much, and I feel like it’s starting to rip me in half.
I stay leaning up against the door, not sure what to say. All of this is happening so fast. I went from thinking he didn’t even know I existed to him staking a claim to me. My mind can't seem to catch up.
I see my phone light up, and I push away from the door, wondering if the gossip is already spreading. But I’m surprised when I see it’s a text from Owen.
Owen: Meet me at the lake.
Me: Why?
I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest.
Owen: Maybe I’ll keep your little secret.
A sliver of hope runs through me. I know Jasper and I can never be together, but maybe if we aren’t found out, I can live off our secret times together, if only for a short time. Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Right? The old saying plays over in my head.
