My breath hitches when I finish. Saying what I think makes me feel good. I feel powerful, frustrated and… alive.
“How many times do I have to tell you for you to believe me?” Before you answer it? I shake my head, incredulous at this man I know so well, but don’t know at all. It’s always been you, Jasper. You will always be you.
I sigh heavily.
Please tell me what to do with that.
25
jasper
I listen to Sloane, fierce and determined, being absolutely damn right.
She tells me to take what I want, to take what she wants, and there’s nothing stopping me. They found Beau. I will be able to return to the team. The only thing left unfinished is Sloane and me. The containment inside me breaks when I stare at her. Heaving chest. Blushed cheeks. It’s like a shoelace that’s too tight. I’ve been pulling so hard that my steady hand flies back with the weight of my resistance.
Just unfair. Appropriate, inappropriate. Everything fades under the rage and excitement of so many years lost with this woman. We were about to miss a lot more.
I don’t want to miss another second. And he told me to stop holding back. My voice comes out rough and raspy when I say, “Take off your clothes, Sloane.”
He starts a little, but his upper teeth sink into his lower lip and I know he wants it as much as I do.
I lean back against the counter to get a better view of the living room, feeling the edge rub against my palms. If this is what you want, I plan to take my time.
I plan to savor it.
If Sloane says she can handle me, then she’s right… Who am I to tell her she can’t?
She opens the top of her baggy jeans and lets them fall around her slim ankles before taking them off. His crystal blue eyes don’t leave mine for a second. Still looking at me, he unbuttons the soft flannel shirt he’s wearing. The light pink and cream plaid falls open, revealing the unpadded pink lace bra that hugs her breasts.
I look over his long, thin limbs. Pink scraps of nothing cover the places where I plan to spend the entire night.
When the shirt falls off her wrists and falls to the floor behind her, a smile appears on her lips. She stands there, not looking self-conscious.
In fact, the way her tongue slides across her lips tells me she’s anxious.
Her pale cheeks flush and her skin, illuminated only by the floor lamp in the corner, has a golden glow.
-All. I move a hand down her body, watching as the blush slides down her collarbones and approaches her nipples, which push against the delicate fabric.
When she takes off her bra, I don’t bother pretending I’m not looking at her body. Her breasts are perfect, small and perky, with the pale, dark nipples pointing directly at me. Asking for my attention.
I moan at the sight of her and watch her clench her thighs. His stomach tightens.
“I bet you’re fucking soaked,” I murmur, watching her thumbs hook in the waistband of her matching panties.
He tilts his head and shrugs. My cock twitches.
When her panties are at her ankles, where they belong, I run down her legs, stopping at her pussy and the sheen of moisture between her soft lips.
-You’re perfect.
“Thank you,” she whispers, breathless.
I lick my lips and adjust my pants. This is pure torture, but I think we both like it.
We are both waiting. The three meters that still separate us practically hum with it.
“Use one finger, just one, and show me how wet you are, Sloane.”
His chest rises and falls as his eyes remain fixed on my face. Excitement washes over her completely, and the little voice that told me she might hate me if I revealed my dominant side goes happily silent.
I see a sparkle in his eyes. No doubt. Instead, a challenge.
Her hand slides down her belly and, with a quiet moan, she inserts a slender finger into her pussy.
He slides in, confirming what he already knew. Seconds later, he raises a trembling hand with his index finger soaked in his arousal.
“Are you nervous?”
-No. “God no” is his response.
-Good. Now put that finger in your mouth and clean it.
A slight incredulous chuckle escapes him and I can’t help but crack a smile. Only she would laugh now. When he turns his palm toward his face, showing me the back, the smile wipes off my face. Because my eyes catch a flash of light on his finger as he slides it between his lips.
My fingers grip the counter behind me, to the point of pain, as I try to restrain the green-eyed monster.
But failed.
Sloane.
“Mmmm-hmm” He hums, continues sucking his thumb and looks at me with blue doe eyes. I want to ask you what it tastes like.
Instead, I leave.
I point to the ground beneath my feet and say, “Drop that fucking ring and crawl.”
He opens his mouth, lowers his hand, and bats his eyelashes a few times as he takes in what I just told him.
But she doesn’t hesitate. Smile.
He takes the ring off his finger and throws it across the room before getting down on one knee. I thought you would hesitate. I think part of me thought I could prove myself right and she would hate me for this. That I could push her too hard and she’d tell me to go to hell.
But his hands touch the ground and he crawls towards me. The house falls silent as her body moves with inherent grace, as if she has music in her head.
-So? Her heart-shaped lips curl seductively as toned arms stretch out before her, and I have to blink a few times to believe what I’m seeing. His movements are feline, not at all timid. But he has been performing on stage for years.
Soft and calm doesn’t have to mean shy. And my girl doesn’t seem shy at all right now.
“Yes,” I growl, and my body tenses at the sight of her. When he gets close enough to kneel at my feet, my entire body shakes with restraint.
And for what?
He keeps looking at me like I hung up the moon. As he always has.
“Fuck, Sloane. “Seeing her naked under me makes me feel so good it’s almost unbearable. I let go of the counter and squat down, grabbing her chin and searching her eyes for any hint of discomfort, but all I see is need.
My opposite hand slides between her thighs, fingers gently pushing through her wet folds.
She’s soaked.
She moans, but she won’t stop looking at me, so I continue playing with her pussy. I don’t push, I just caress her. I see how she squirms, how her hips try to buck against my hand.
But she plays perfectly. He stays there and lets me explore.
-Did you like crawling for me? I ask him.
He smiles, but there is a glint of sadness in his eyes. An instant shot to my chest.
“Jasper, it seems like I’ve been trailing behind you for years. This is nothing new to me.
His words deal a blow I didn’t see coming.