Our bodies melt into each other in the dark truck. We started lazily. Lovingly. But soon our hands and kisses become frantic. My body is about to explode.
“Jasper, I’m going to…”
He grabs my chin and pulls my face away from his a little.
“Rub your clitoris, honey. Come for me.
When he exhales, I inhale his breath. It is within me in many ways. I don’t even know if he realizes.
His cock hits that spot, my fingers brush against my swollen bundle of nerves and I shatter, my eyes locked on his.
“Ah!” Fuck. Jasper.
“Sloane,” he growls, just as his hand goes down to my throat and he kisses me fiercely. My name is on his lips as he spills inside me, sounding a little uncontrolled. A little out of control.
And it gives me a little hope that Jasper Gervais can love me like I love him too.
29
jasper
Jasper: We’re safe at home. How’s Beau?
Harvey: Oh, well. I’m relieved they’re back. Beau is in good spirits, all things considered. He wants to call you. Although he’s sleeping right now.
Jasper: We’re here. Whenever you want. When will he come home?
Harvey: It could be a while. You are in good hands here.
The first thing I did when we got back to the big empty house at Wishing Well Ranch was drag Sloane into my teenage bedroom and fuck her while wearing my sweater.
It’s the only thing I’ve thought about since he came out of the dressing room with a mocking smile. Harder for her to smile with my cock in her mouth. But I love the satisfied smile he gave me afterwards.
Then we passed out, our limbs tangled in the small bed. Dead to the world. It seems like months have passed since their almost wedding day.
Now we’re unpacking and enjoying a cold Buddyz Best, Sloane is downstairs starting to do the laundry, and I’m feeling damn domestic and happy about the whole situation as I fold the basket she just brought.
I can see us doing this forever. Traveling together. Taking a nap together. Doing tasks together. Me reaching out and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, just because I can, and then going about my business. Even doing boring things is infinitely less boring with Sloane by my side.
“Haha!” Harvey is FaceTiming! I can answer? -calls from below.
I freeze in the middle of folding the ugly T-shirt Cade told me to wear.
-Yeah! “I respond before releasing my shirt and striding out of the room, covering as much ground as possible without running. We’ve received the odd message from Harvey, but not much information. I know you try not to worry us, but the ‘less is more’ strategy doesn’t put me at ease with the way my brain works.
“Helloooooo!” I hear Sloane’s sunny voice coming from the kitchen as I approach her from behind. Look at you, Beau! God, I’m glad to see you.
When I get close enough to see the screen, my chest opens wide.
Harvey is sitting next to Beau and they both smile at Sloane.
The closer I get, I can see how thin Beau looks, that his expression is drawn a little. But it’s there. Breathing. Talking. Alive.
“Oh!” There is! “Sloane can see me in the small rectangle at the top of the screen as I approach. I approach her and, without thinking, I put my arm around her stomach and welcome my friend, my brother.
He and I are close, but we are not nerds. Beau is not a nerdy guy. Sometimes I think that he is as dark as I am and that he hides it better. I mean, he’s not a sullen prick when he’s having a bad day.
But I’m me, so I open with: Hey, asshole. You’re screwed.
Beau laughs, a wry smile twisting his mouth.
“When I get home, I’m going to kick your ass, Gervais. But without helmets or protections.
“If that’s what it takes to get you home, I’ll allow it. I’ve missed you, man.
Now he has a forced smile, his eyes have a familiar look.
“I’ve missed you too.”
Sloane looks over her shoulder at my face, as if what she sees reflected on the screen isn’t enough. Our eyes meet for a moment. She smiles at what she sees there, and just as she turns back to the phone screen, Harvey lets out a loud whistle.
“Well, I’ll be…” He shakes his head.
Beau snorts.
-That? I ask, turning away and crossing my arms over my chest. Because I’m not stupid. I know what you just saw.
Harvey’s smile is a little too wide when he says, “They went and turned that cousins-kissing thing into a real-life thing.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’ve never been immune to Harvey and his bad jokes, but I’ve always flown under the radar enough to not be his main target. For a moment I wonder if Cade feels that way.
Sloane gasps.
“We’re not cousins!”
Beau nudges his father, playing with him as always.
“I think they might be doing more than just kissing.” Look how red she is.
I look up from the corner of the phone to see her face and sure enough, Sloane is doing her best Tomato impression.
“We are not cousins.” “I support her, but my lips twitch. They’re going to play this joke on us for a long time, so it’s better to roll with the punches.
“I mean… sure. “Not the kind that will make a baby with a tail or something,” Harvey begins, gaining momentum the more we all react. He’s like an overgrown child. But they’re still cousins, in my opinion.
“Literally no one asked you, Harv.
-Hey Dad. Beau tilts his head toward Harvey and reaches out to caress the back of his son’s neck.
Harvey looks exhausted and relieved at the same time. I move my nose a little to ward off the sting that arises there.
-Yes son?
“On a scale of one to baby-cousins-with-tails, where would you put Jasper and Sloane?”
-Oh my God. Sloane collapses on the counter, holding the phone above his head, shaking it as if I should take it from him.
-About a five, probably.
“Beau,” I cut them off with an amused nod, taking the phone from Sloane’s hand. How badly hurt are you? Because I’m going to make you pay for that joke.