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)
I pushed back against him harder, fucked myself on him, wanting to drive Sutton out of his mind with need for me.
“Jasper! Fuck, I’m gonna come!” he gritted against my skin just before his cock twitched, pulsing spurt after spurt of his cum inside me. I tightened around him, let myself get taken away by my orgasm, my own release shooting over his hand, on my stomach and on the counter.
“That might be the most amazin’ thing that’s ever happened to me… You are the most amazin’ thing that’s ever happened to me,” Sutton said, and I knew it was true because he was that for me too.
We showered together, then took a nap, since neither of us had slept well the night before. I didn’t think I knew how to sleep anymore without being in his arms.
When we woke up, Sutton told me more about the conversation with my mom. It gave me hope, but I was still gonna wait for her to come to me. My dad? I didn’t have that same hope. I figured life happened that way sometimes. Not everything could be perfect, not everything could be tied in a pretty little bow, but I had Sutton, we had our future, and that was what mattered.
Love was what mattered, and Sutton and I had enough of that to live an eternity on.
EPILOGUE
Sutton
The next summer
“Just so y’all know, we didn’t invite you here to be nice. We’re hopin’ we can talk y’all into free labor this summer,” Jasper teased our friends and family, whom we’d invited to our place for a beginning-of-summer barbecue. Or, I guess, if you asked Jasp, it was a job interview where everyone got hired.
They all laughed.
“You know Em and I are good for it. Things are a bit busy on the farm, but we can make time,” Sammy said from where he was sitting on top of the picnic table we’d just built.
We’d been doing some work since we’d moved in last fall, but there was so much left to do. We hadn’t done a whole lot on the inside yet. We were still making plans on how we wanted to move forward with that, but making the outside our own little oasis was more important for now. We’d gotten the pond sorted out—cleaning the bottom had added a couple of feet of depth, and we built a dock so we could use it for fishing. We never kept the fish, just threw them back into the water.
We’d also created a little hangout area with tables, a grill, and a gazebo with a swing, where we’d sometimes sit in the evenings, listening to all the bugs singing their songs, just being together. We were cute as hell that way.
“Speak for yourself,” Emerson said, making everyone chuckle. He wasn’t always the friendliest. He was a quiet guy, unlike Sammy, and he kept to himself more, but he was getting more comfortable around everyone, especially when it was just the two of them and me and Jasp.
“Don’t go actin’ like you won’t do basically anything for me,” Sammy said playfully.
“Hey, how come you won’t do anything for me?” I teased Jasper.
“Do you even know us?” he countered, keeping the game going. I liked this, being able to be ourselves around the people in our lives.
“I’m with Jasper on this one.” Kendra nudged me with her arm.
“Traitor.”
The conversation changed from there, everyone chatting in little groups about random things. Jasper’s mama came out of the house with Carrie, each holding a bowl of something they’d made.
Jasper was checking the meat on the grill and tried to pick something out of the bowl his mama carried, and she smacked his hand like she was known for doing. “Wait till dinner, Jasper Finch.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He gave her his most charming smile.
His dad hadn’t come around, though none of us were real surprised about that. It caused some strife between him and Sherry, but that didn’t stop her from having a relationship with her son. Once Sherry decided something, there wasn’t any changing her mind. She told Bob he had two choices: keep his mouth shut when it came to me and Jasp and her supporting us, or he wasn’t just gonna lose a son but also a wife. I hated that she was in that situation, but we had to keep reminding ourselves it wasn’t our fault; it was Bob’s.
“Why don’t monsters eat ghosts?” I heard Sammy ask Emerson, drawing my attention.
“Why?” Emerson answered.
“Because they taste like sheet,” Sammy replied. Emerson rolled his eyes but there was no doubting he loved the joke.
They kissed and then Charles, Emerson’s friend said to me, “It’s really pretty here. Don’t tell Emerson, but I might like your property better than his.”
I’d met Charles twice before, when he’d come out to visit Sammy and Emerson, but now he was here for the summer. I didn’t know how someone could afford to go somewhere for a whole damn summer, but apparently Charles could make that happen.