by Piper Rayne
Two inches in and then out.
“The sooner we get there, the sooner we get home and I can wrap my mouth around your cock until you come down the back of my throat.”
He slams into me. I knew that’d do the trick.
I’m full. So full that I’m seeing stars. He drags himself out of me and in an instant I’m desperate to feel that fullness again.
He grabs my hair and pulls me up a bit so his other hand can grab my nipple. He licks my neck and I’ve never craved a man like I do Jasper.
As he moves in and out of me, my hand moves to my clit.
“Keep touching yourself,” he whispers in my ear and my head falls back to his shoulder, my lips searching for his. He kisses me, his tongue deep, our mouths ravenous.
“Harder,” I pant and he thrusts hard and deep, his balls smacking me right where I need them to. Every time he pushes into me, I’m in sensory overload. Pleasure rockets from deep within my pussy and my ass until I’m a writhing, panting mess.
“Like that?” he asks and his hand skims around my waist, keeping me in place while he drills into me over and over and over again.
Faster than ever before, he leads me up that rollercoaster track and I don’t even have time to gasp for another breath before he rounds me right over top of that hill. My hand falls off my clit, my body weakening, but his firm arms hold me up. He pulls the butt plug from my ass mid-orgasm and I scream in pleasure—babbling what I have no idea.
I’m a trembling mess and Jasper must notice because he lets me fall to all fours, his hands on my hips, bringing me to him over and over again.
“Jesus, you feel so fucking great,” he yells and I moan, a second orgasm quickly rising to the surface. Seems this rollercoaster has more than one peak.
He thrusts into me, rocking my hips into his pelvis more, and a couple minutes later, we’re both on the bed, sweaty and spent. He pulls out of me and I lie there making a mess of my sheets, but uncaring.
“Let’s stay in,” he says. “Give me five and I’ll be ready again.” He smiles and I shake my head, sitting up.
Grabbing my towel from my shower, I clean myself up. “We promised. Plus, my friends want to meet you.”
I move to the bathroom to use a wet washcloth. He follows me, washing himself at the sink.
“You can take a shower,” I offer but he shakes his head.
“No way. I want to smell you all night,” he says, bringing his hand to his nose, inhaling deeply.
And just like that I’m wet and ready again. I step up, rise to my tiptoes and plant a kiss to his lips. “God, I missed our loud fucking.”
“Me, too. I forgot about that soft whimper you do right after you come.”
“Let’s get tonight over with.” I fall down to my heels and go get dressed.
By the time we arrive, Cole, Whitney, Lucas and Tahlia are waiting for us. From the ten texts I received I know they’re annoyed, but that orgasm was worth it.
“Hey, guys,” I say, barging into the lobby of the building we’re meeting at. Jasper follows behind me, like always. His stride is confident. “So, this is Jasper.” I put my hands out in the air like I’m introducing Brad Pitt. Well, he’s my Brad Pitt.
They each smile at him and introduce each other. When Lucas steps up, Jasper tilts his head. “Lucas?”
Their handshake grips a little firmer. “How are you, Jasper?” Lucas asks.
“You guys know each other?” Cole asks and Whitney and Tahlia share a look. I remember Lucas telling me Jasper was an asshole back in the day and I might have purposely left out the fact that Jasper would know someone here tonight, in case it made him not want to come.
“We were at Harvard together,” Jasper says, a genuine smile on his lips.
“Yeah,” Lucas mumbles, that casual easy-going personality he’s known for lacking at the moment.
“Okay, guys, I know there’s like bad blood or whatever, but we’re all adults now. So, kiss and make up,” I say.
Tahlia laughs, although it’s an uncomfortable laugh. Whit stares between the two guys and Cole looks utterly confused as to what’s going on.
“Bad blood?” Jasper asks, apparently clueless about the fact that Lucas didn’t like him. “I don’t know about that. I was an asshole back in the day, granted, and I had a giant chip on my shoulder for the rich boy here.” He gestures at Lucas. “I’m sorry if I ever offended you, man, but I’m not that guy anymore.”
Lucas smiles. “Your best friend still Drew Ashland?”
Jasper nods.
“No kid richer than Drew.” Lucas laughs and Jasper follows suit.
“That is true.”
Look at my man being all mature and apologizing. Isn’t he the sweetest?
Lucas shoves his hands in his pocket and rocks back on his heels, back to the guy with no worries I’m used to.
“Okay.” I clap my hands and everyone looks at me. “Now that’s settled. Let’s go attack some zombies!” I raise my hands and head over to the check-in counter.
Yep, we’re doing an Escape Room because how else should friends bond than by arguing with each other? With three alphas in our midst, this should be a huge bonding experience for them.
We all sign the release papers and watch the video. We have an hour to free a government spy before he’s killed. Good times.
Once the employee has locked us in our room and started the timer we all scatter to separate areas to scour.
“Let’s remember, I’m the investigative reporter.” Whitney pushes her chest out and uses her thumb to point at herself.
“Hate to break it to you, but there’s no Google Search available,” Cole jokes and Whitney narrows her eyes, trying to get out of his hold, but he tightens his arms around her shoulders.
“No messing around, we need to find the key,” I say, scrambling over to a bookcase.
Jasper goes to the desk. Lucas and Tahlia head over to the corner. Cole and Whitney start going through all the books.
“Why aren’t you looking?” I ask Lucas and he laughs.
“I did this for one of the adventure dating nights.” He shrugs and now it makes sense to me why Tahlia isn’t bossing him around, telling him what to do.
“Is that how you two met?” Jasper asks, stopping his search for the moment.
“We can chitchat at dinner. Look!” I point to what he’s supposed to be doing and he shakes his head.
“I think I can talk while I search.” Jasper talks to me like a fifteen-year-old sassing back to his mom.
“Don’t make me take you over my knee, Jasper,” I say and laugh.
“Don’t make me take you over mine,” he snips back and everyone says, “Ohh.”
He walks over to me and I roll my eyes in annoyance even though I’m anything but. “Get away.” I squirm as he tries to take me in his arms, looking for somewhere to kiss.
“Oh, my God, I never thought I’d see the day. Lennon is a smitten kitten,” Whitney says, her hands on her hips while she stares at me with amazement.
“I’m not a smitten kitten.” I let Jasper put his arms around my waist and kiss me.
“You so are,” she says back and laughs.
“Whatever.” I kiss Jasper once more before smacking his ass. “Get to work.”
He laughs and although I know he’d like nothing more than to smack my ass back, he heads to the desk, searching the drawers.
Cole finds the key and we all run over to the next door.
“Clues,” Tahlia says.
“Puzzles,” Lucas corrects.
“Okay, guys, I’m great at clues,” Tahlia says, practically pushing people out of the way to find some huge puzzle only she can solve.
“It’s puzzles,” Lucas corrects her again.
“And this isn’t Survivor. There are a bunch of puzzles we need to solve,” Cole says.
Jasper stays quiet during the whole exchange, which makes me happy because then I don’t have to worry about anyone’s head being bitten off. I love Whit
and Tahl, but Cole and Lucas are pretty new to our group, too, and we just patched Lucas and Jasper’s relationship back together.
Four of us go from puzzle to puzzle, solving and cheering. There are only two of us who take a seat and chat about the good ole days—Jasper and Lucas.
Not that I’m paying too much attention, but I hear them recalling names back and forth between each other and laughing about this or that. Then as Cole and Whitney are arguing about how to solve one of the puzzles and Tahlia’s trying to make sure we have everything in order, Lucas asks, “Whatever happened to Gina Freemont?”
My entire body freezes. I doubt there were two Ginas. Yeah, I know it’s a common name, but something deep inside me says that’s her. Brady’s mom.
Jasper doesn’t miss a beat. “Last I heard she was down in Miami,” he says and for a second I think maybe I was wrong. It is a different Gina. “I’m sure you heard we had a child.” He just throws it out there.
Trying to act like I’m paying more attention to the puzzle in front of me than to their conversation, I tip my head further down.
“Yeah, I heard something about that right before I left, but I’d forgotten until just now.”
I turn around and shoot Lucas an annoyed look. He catches me and bites his lip. He forgot until now, my ass. Before Jasper can turn around, I move my attention back to Cole, Whitney and Tahlia.
“Well, she’s out of the picture anyway. It’s just me and Brady and now Lennon.”
I think my heart just floated out of my body and right into Jasper’s hands.
I turn around and Lucas has a cheesy smile on his face, making Jasper turn around. He catches the sight of me and the smile on his face widens. He holds his arms out and I walk right into them.
It feels like home here, nestled into his hard chest. Home used to be a stranger’s bed, a bottle of booze and a hangover the next day. This home is so much better.
My arms wrap around his waist and he kisses the top of my head. I peer up to his face, needing his lips on mine. Then our kiss gets a little PDA-inappropriate.
“Yeah, I think I’ll join them,” Lucas says, rising from the chair and leaving us.
Jasper walks us back into a corner and we make out like a pair of teenagers falling in love for the first time.
27
I’m on Jasper’s kitchen counter and he stands between my legs, his hands buried under the boxer shorts I borrowed from him last night, running along my ass. My lips are on his, our tongues gliding and sliding together while my hand ventures down to rub the hard erection tenting his pajama pants.
A door opens down the hall and little feet barrel toward us. I startle and Jasper turns to adjust himself.
“Brady!” I exclaim, hopping down from the counter. “You’re awake,” I say like I’m not pointing out the obvious.
“Yep.” He climbs up on the breakfast stool. “Morning, Dad.”
“Morning, bud.” Jasper keeps his back to him, beating the eggs. I giggle inside because I’m sure he’d rather I was beating him at the moment.
I sit next to Brady. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Chocolate-chip pancakes.” He nods with confidence, the six-year-old’s final answer.
“You got it.” I walk around the counter and Jasper turns after finally getting his tonsil-tickler to relax.
“I’m making eggs,” he says as though we have to make a choice.
“We’ll have both,” I say with a giant smile to appease him. I walk over and kiss his cheek.
“Not too close, I’m liable to rise to attention again,” he murmurs and I glance at Brady, who’s playing with his McDonald’s toy from last night.
Who do you think got him that? Not Mr. Responsible, I can tell you that.
I peer into his pantry, finding the Bisquick, and since unlike my house I know he has eggs and milk, I figure all I need is chocolate chips.
“Well, color me surprised,” I say, pulling out a bag of chocolate chips.
“Daddy makes the best,” Brady says.
“The best what?” I ask, putting everything out on the counter.
“Cookies.” Brady smiles and Jasper sneaks a look my way, pouring the eggs on the griddle.
“Your dad bakes?” I ask with an I-don’t-believe-it tone and Jasper laughs, while Brady’s head moves up and down with a huge grin.
“Dad, make them,” Brady asks, but Jasper’s already shaking his head.
“How about tonight? We’ll watch a movie, and have cookies and milk?” Jasper offers, turning around and hitting Brady’s nose with the end of the spatula.
“A fort. We need to build a fort for Lennon.” Brady hops down from the stool, having already moved on to another thought. “I’ll go get the blankets.” His footsteps paddle down the hall again.
I measure and mix the pancakes, already knowing where everything is because as of this past week, I’ve been here more than my own place. I call that progress, ladies and gentlemen.
“Hmm… can I say, I’m surprised you’re so handy in the kitchen?” Jasper comes up behind me, his hands slowly moving down the front of my boxers. “Still wet,” he whispers.
I look down the hall to see blankets being thrown out of the closet.
“Well, that’s probably all you,” I deadpan.
His hand glides the wetness around my clit, making it swollen before that sweet ache sets in. It turns out you can have sex with kids in the house. You just have to wake up extra early. And by that, I mean I’ve been setting my alarm for an hour before Brady gets up. Seems an orgasm is just as effective as caffeine in the morning. Well, almost.
“There’s something sexy about knowing a part of me is still swimming inside of you.”
“Let’s hope there’s no egg for it to swim into,” I joke and he kisses my neck.
“Would that be so bad?” he asks, and I don’t turn around right away, but my whisk circles a little faster.
“What?” I ask in a squeaky voice.
“Never mind,” he says and steps away.
Leaving the batter on the counter, I step back until I see his eyes. Staring into his eyes, I ask my question once more. “What did you mean by that?”
He shrugs. “I’m not going to lie, Lennon. The thought of you pregnant has crossed my mind.” He shrugs again and I can tell he doesn’t want this to be a big deal.
“But will it stretch out my tattoos?” I whine and he continues to stare at me, no smile present. I hit his shoulder. “I’m kidding. I know I’m not a traditional girl, but you’ll have to marry me first. And of course, you’ll have to ask my dad,” I say, hoping that scares him off for the foreseeable future. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t pictured the three of us as one big happy family and what it might be like in the future, but it’s too soon to be talking about kids. At least for me.
“Speaking of your family, your brother called me yesterday.”
Uh-oh. The whisk sinks down into the batter as panic flares and all my muscles tense. “Jacob?” I clarify.
“Yeah, he called about a client he wants me to meet with. Funny, but he didn’t mention anything about me dating his sister.” He turns around with a plate full of scrambled eggs.
I switch places to make the pancakes, not wanting to stay on this topic. I’ve yet to tell my brother I’m dating Jasper and I’ve yet to tell Jasper that I knew who he was before I met him. Surely he won’t care at this point.
“Um, my dad has a retirement party in a few weeks. Why don’t you guys come?” I offer the invitation that should’ve been extended weeks ago.
He steps up beside me and dips his face in front of me. “You’ve told your brother about us?” he asks, though the tone with which he asks tells me he already knows I didn’t.
“I will. I promise. Before the party.” I put up my Girl Scout fingers like I did when I was five.
“You better. I didn’t mention anything to him because you said you wanted to tell him, but I’m not comfortable keeping it from him.”
“I don’t know why you’re keeping it a secret. I’ll tell him if you’d like.” He drops the chocolate chips on top of the pancakes.
“It’s fine. I’ll do it. I’m sure he’ll have no problem with it,” I say, not believing my own words. “I feel like you’re hiding me.” I turn the tables to get the heat off of me.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Your parents. I’ve yet to meet them.” I pop one of the chocolate chips from the bag into my mouth.
As though I wiggled my nose like Samantha from Bewitched, I hear a key insert in the lock and freeze in place. Jasper moves but before he can do anything, an older couple walk in and give Jasper and me the once-over.
“Mom,” Jasper says, with a warning in his tone.
“Grandma!” Brady screams and runs into the room with stacks of blankets. “We’re making a fort tonight for Lennon.” He places them on the couch.
“It appears she already spent the night.” Her eyes scan over my body slower than a CT scan, logging every tattoo, the fact I’m in Jasper’s boxers and my tight tank top.
“Dad.” Jasper shakes his dad’s hand and then he rounds the corner back to me. “Mom and Dad, this is Lennon. Lennon, these are my parents, Natalie and John.” He places his hand on the small of my back, as though he’s presenting me to them.
John smiles, and I can see where Jasper gets all those smiles I love so much. Natalie’s not so friendly, but I’ll give her credit for at least trying to cover up her scowl.
“Hello.” I step forward, offering my hand.
John shakes it like a man should shake a woman’s hand, a little loose but enough that it still shows his strength. Natalie on the other hand barely grips my hand.
Finally, Brady joins us, interrupting the awkwardness.
“Why are you guys here?” he asks and Natalie mocks offense.
“We wanted to see you. It seems you never come visit us anymore,” she says, her gaze veering over to me.
“I told you, we’ve been busy.” Jasper’s bitter tone can’t be missed, but no one says anything.
