Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“It was. I think you should spoil me because of it.”
“You always want to be spoiled.”
“Can you blame me?” he asked. “And you like doin’ it.” I did. “Were you talkin’ to your girlfriend?”
I rolled my eyes. “You can stop bein’ jealous. I think we all know who I want.”
“I’m givin’ you shit. It’s fun to see you get all riled up.”
I looked down at him, brushed my fingers across his cheek. “She wants us to come over. We can have dinner and hang out or somethin’. It’ll feel good to get out. We don’t go to the bar or meet up with any friends anymore. It’ll be good for us to be around someone else, someone who knows about us.”
Jasper sat up and tried to joke, “You gettin’ sick of me?”
“You know that’s not it. Think about how good it felt at the bar in Asheville that night.”
“Right before everything went to shit.”
“Those don’t have a thing to do with each other. Kendra’s great. You’ll love her.”
He cocked a brow, but I could see the playfulness in it. “Again with the makin’ me jealous. Your life would be easier with her.”
“And yours would be easier with Caroline or Lacey or any number of women. You got a great ass and suck a mean dick. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Jasper laughed. When it came to sex, I was still always the one fucking him. Something about it, Jasper just wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to him. He was much more comfortable now with needing it too, and he did suck me off sometimes.
“You really want this?” Jasper asked, not taking my bait to lighten the mood.
“I do. She’s my friend. I leaned on her a lot when I was sortin’ out my feelings for you. But I also think it’ll be good for us.”
“Okay. But only if you put the groceries away.”
“Deal.” I smiled, feeling it in my chest.
“And cook dinner tonight.”
“Sure…”
“And do the dishes. And—”
“You’re askin’ for a whole lot.”
“I was gonna add that you gotta fuck me tonight real good too.”
“I’d do that regardless.” I moved over on top of him, pulling Jasper so he lay beneath me. “I’ll fuck you real good right now as well, then keep my fingers inside you…and every time my load tries to leak out, I’ll push it right back in where it belongs.” I rolled my hips against his growing erection. “I was also thinking about puttin’ my tongue inside you. I bet you’d like that, like me tonguin’ your hole until you lose your fuckin’ mind the way you do.”
“Fuck, yes. We totally gotta try that.” He wrapped his legs around me, pulled my head down, and pressed his mouth to mine.
We lay there kissing and laughing.
Groceries and dinner would wait.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Jasper
I sat in the passenger seat of Sutton’s truck as he drove to Kendra’s the following weekend. Sutton was rambling on, clearly excited, making me realize that we hadn’t done much of anything with anyone since we started this. The weekend in Asheville had been great. The bar was fucking awesome, but even that was different in that it wasn’t with people we knew. We weren’t going out with a friend for a beer or having someone over at our place. Both of us had always been pretty social people, but our world had become so singular now because we were scared of people finding out our secret.
Well, I was scared. Sutt said he wasn’t ready to come out yet either, but I had a feeling he was doing that for me. It made me wonder if he sometimes regretted this. If he was wishing he hadn’t told me how he felt because it was too much work to be with me.
“You’re quiet over there. You nervous? We don’t gotta go. She’d understand.”
“You don’t gotta baby me. I know we don’t have to.” I wanted Sutton to have this. He deserved it.
He was quiet for a minute, then asked, “Are you ashamed of bein’ with me?”
I’d known Sutton most of my life, and his voice when he asked that sliced through me. He was scared the answer was yes.
“What? No. It ain’t like that. It’s just different. I’m still getting my legs under me and all. The shit with my family don’t help, but I’m not ashamed of you. How could I be? You’re the best person I know.”
“Okay,” he replied, but I could tell he didn’t believe me.
I reached over and put my hand on his thigh, felt the muscle tighten. I wasn’t doing right by him, and I hated myself for it. “I’m not. Most of the time, I can’t believe you chose me, that you put up with my shit. But then I look in the mirror and I see how hot I am, and it all makes sense.”