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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

JASPER

I repeat my new mantra the entire way home. Don’t fucking overthink this. Falin knows how I feel about her. Finally expressing those feelings felt incredible. Incredible and terrifying all at once. Memories of that first night flash through my mind. Her more vulnerable than I’ve ever seen, telling me she’s been hurt too many times before. That she sees me as one of the good ones.

Hell, I still don’t know if I can be that for her. I’m not good… even if I’ve been trying so hard for her. I’ve never not fucked someone when the opportunity was there.

Never.

With Falin, feeling her come for me has been more than enough. I still can’t wrap my brain around that. But for the first time since Bailey was taken, maybe even the first time in my life, I feel like I deserve something good. Something real. Her.

And fuck, even if I don’t deserve her, it’s too late now.

I meant every word that I said.

She’s my new goddamn addiction.

Unless she flat out tells me to fuck right off, I’m holding on tight to whatever I can.

Do not overthink.

We stop for some mediocre burgers, all four of us trying not to let the disappointment over our failed plans get us down. I can tell Blake’s taking it harder than all of us. She wants so badly to see the best in people, even Mischa. Life’s thrown her enough to break even the strongest person, yet she still holds onto hope.

When we reach the apartment, Blake and Damon say goodnight and head right to their room, leaving Falin and me standing there, waiting for one of us to say something.

“I—”

“Want to?”

We speak at the same time. “You go first,” she says, her lips curving into a small smile.

The kittens take that moment to weave between our legs, yowling for food. I laugh and scoop them up. “Lemme just feed these wiggling furballs.”

“I wish I could take a hot shower.” She wraps her arms around her chest. “I’m still cold.”

“They better fix that shit tomorrow, or it’s going to start smelling really fucking bad in here,” I say.

“Thank God for deodorant. Anyway, I’m going to go change. Want to watch a movie? Get warm under a blanket?”

I wrangle the girls into the kitchen and open a can of food, grateful for the distraction while I try to play it cool. A movie, nothing serious about that. No overthinking required. “Yeah, sure.”

She smiles and heads into her room. I secretly hope all her pajamas are still dirty, because her in that tiny fucking skirt does things to my sanity.

The girls make happy little chirps as they eat, and I lean against the counter, my mind spiraling.

She’s going to come out here looking hot as hell.

We are definitely going to fuck.

Finally going to fuck.

But should I?

Goddamn.

She wants this. Has wanted this. I want this.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Jasper, stop being a little bitch. You’ve done this a hundred times. Dick in pussy. Simple.

I’m so caught up in my head that I don’t hear Leon come through the front door until he says my name.

“Why do you look like you’re having an aneurysm? Should I get Blake?”

“Lee? I didn’t think you’d be back tonight.”

He kicks off his shoes and drops his bag by the door, sighing like he hasn’t released a breath in days, which is probably accurate. “Not happy to see me?”

Well…

Falin comes into the room, her face surprised to see Leon standing there. “Hey, we didn’t think you’d be home tonight.”

“I feel so welcome,” Leon says flatly.

Falin hurries to hug him. “Stop, you know that’s not what I mean.”

“It’s fine, I’m just absolutely done in.” He scratches the kitten’s heads on his way to the fridge and grabs a beer. “Fill me in on everything I missed.”

Falin and I share a look, but she says, “Yeah, alright. Grab me one too while you’re in there.”

I shake my head at the absurdity of yet another night getting cockblocked by someone or something in this apartment. “Me too.”

* * *

By some divine miracle, I manage to get Falin alone the next day. Leon’s working on some program to track a money trail and Blake woke up feeling sick. Damon, being Damon, wants to stay by her side.

Fine with me.

What’s not fine though, is the fact that my balls are so blue I think they may fall off, and Falin came prancing out of her room dressed in another little skirt.

Fuck me.

She actually lives to drive me to the brink of insanity. I’m calling those world record people to let them know they have a new entry. Me, for eye fucking.

“Ready to go?” She pulls her hair off her neck into a messy bun. I actually fucking lick my lips like a dog.

“Yeah.” My voice cracks. “You want my coat?” I grab it from the arm of the couch.

“I’m good. It’s almost sixty out today. Isn’t that nuts?” I nod, barely hearing her words. I’m too busy staring at the swell of her tits popping out of her black sweater.

“Nut. Yeah, totally.” Fuck, I sound like a robot. She bends over to grab her boots, her skirt barely covering her round ass. Is she wearing panties? Holy hell, my cock is going to explode.

“Nut?” She laughs. “Someone has a dirty mind.”

“We should go,” I manage to say. Before I bend you over this couch and fuck the life out of that sweet ass.

“Almost done. I just need to tie my boots.”

I rush over before she has the chance to bend over again and sink to my knees. “I’ve got it.”

“Oh.” I lift her foot, one at a time, tying her boots with trembling hands. I could lift her skirt from here. Devour her pussy until she screams. My breaths come in quick shallow bursts, until I hear her voice. “Jasper? Did you hear me?”

Blinking, I clear my throat. “What?”

She laughs again. “Nevermind. Let’s go.”

On the drive over, I turn the music all the way up to drown out my racing thoughts. What I’d give for something to take the edge off. Something like a healthy dose of bull tranquilizer should do the trick.

Since it’s still early and neither of us are hungry, we decide to go straight to the hill. I’m about to start digging like a goddamn groundhog just to let out some pent up energy.

I park on the same street, but closer to our area, and hop out to open Falin’s door. She gives me a sideways glance, like she’s trying to figure out who replaced me with a pod person. “What’s going on with you? You’ve barely said two words all morning.”

I nod, but it ends up looking mechanical and forced, like I’m an NPC in The Sims. “Let’s just grab the shovels.”

Since it’s broad daylight this time, I scout the area, making sure no one’s lurking around. It’s oddly quiet for a sunny winter day. Nothing but some kids playing in a backyard in the distance and barking dogs.

We reach the spot we marked the night before, and I get to work right away, using my shovel to poke around.

“This is much easier in the daytime.” I turn to see where she’s digging to find her bent over again, moving some rocks. Fucking hell.

She hums a Pierce The Veil song that I had on in the car, acting completely unaware that I’m five seconds from my breaking point. I take a deep breath, and walk a few steps away, staring up at a puffy cloud that just so happens to look like a dick. Freud would definitely have something to say to me right about now.

“Christ,” I mutter under my breath. I need to focus. Find a spot and dig away.

“Jas?” I jump, not realizing Falin followed me over here. She trails her hand down my back, stopping right above my ass. “Find something over here?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t know. Maybe.”

I keep circling the area, but Falin shadows my every move—touching me constantly. Her fingers glide down my back, dance across my arm, brush against my hand. Each touch pushes me closer to the edge. “You’re so stiff, Jas.”

Ha! If she only knew.

She slides behind me, rising to her toes to work my shoulders. Her fingertips graze my hair, and a groan escapes me. I squeeze my eyes shut, counting backward from ten when she leans in, her breath warm against my ear. “Relax.”

And that’s it.

I throw the shovel on the ground and spin to face her. With my chest heaving, I growl, “Get on your hands and knees right fucking now.”

A slow smile spreads across her face, like this is exactly what she’s been waiting for. With unhurried deliberate movements, she turns and bends at the waist, giving me the perfect view of the globes of her ass. I’m already unbuttoning my pants with hands that don’t even feel like my own. She’s on her hands and knees, arching her back like a cat. “Like this?” she asks, her voice full of practiced innocence.

“Just like that. Don’t you fucking move, Trouble.” I pull out my cock, running my hand down my shaft. My God, I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her. This time, I came prepared. Rolling on a condom, I get on my knees behind her. “Look at you, on your hands and knees for me like a good little slut.”

I lift her skirt and find that she isn’t wearing anything underneath. I fucking knew it. “Please, Jasper.”

“You better be ready for my cock.” I slide my fingers through her cunt, groaning at how wet and ready she is. “You wanted this, didn’t you? So fucking wet for me.”

She turns to look at me, her breath catching when her eyes lower to my length. “Yes, fuck me, please.”

Without another second, I grab her hips roughly and slam into her. I have to say a silent prayer because fuck, she feels incredible.

A saint. An angel. A fucking goddess.

“Oh my God. Fuck… You feel so good,” she moans, and I’m done. There’s no amount of restraint left inside me. My knees sink into the melting snow as I brace myself, gripping her ass so hard I know I’ll leave marks. I pull all the way out, groaning at the loss of her wet heat, before filling her inch by sweet inch.

“You take me so well, baby.” Pumping in and out at a punishing pace, she strangles my cock. I know I make noises—whimpers, groans, curses under my breath. Fucking tears coat the corner of my eyes. “Your cunt is perfect. Everything I’ve ever fucking imagined. I never want to leave.”

Words spill from my lips, like prayers, as her answering moans fill the open air around us.

I pull out again, and spank her ass with a full palm, thrusting in again when a red mark appears. “Tortured me for days with this ass, didn’t you? I’ll fuck you here soon.”

“Yes, please… yes.” She backs into me, taking every last thrust, moaning her pleasure for anyone to hear.

I know I’m close. That tingle comes from my spine, shooting down into my balls. Wrapping one hand around her neck, I pull her onto her knees and sit her on my cock. I give her a gentle squeeze, loving the control. She’s tormented me for so long, this is exactly what I need. “Rub your clit, baby. Come for me.”

One hand on her neck, and the other around her waist, guiding her to bounce up and down on my cock, I thrust into her while she fucks her fingers. “That’s it. Harder, baby. I’m so close.” Her pussy clamps around me as her body trembles. “Oh fuck, Falin.” I groan against her ear as my entire body spasms. I come so hard, I almost black out. “Holy fuck. Christ Jesus, baby.”

Smoothing my palm down her throat and chest, she collapses back against me, both of our breathing ragged. I kiss her neck, her answering hum of satisfaction is the best sound I’ve ever heard.

“I’m a changed man,” I manage through heavy breaths. “You and those tiny fucking skirts will be the death of me. I hope you’re ready for me to fill every single fucking hole in your body, Trouble, because you’re stuck with me.”

She laughs, it’s low and raspy. “Nah, I think I’m good now.”

I pick her up, my cock slipping out, and toss her over my shoulder. “Oh, yeah?” I say, swatting her ass. “Too late now. If you think I’m spending another day without being inside you, you’re more than wrong.” She smacks my back, squirming against my shoulder, but I take my time, loving the way she feels in my arms. When I finally set her down, I stop to drink her in. Her flushed cheeks, those wild smokey eyes, the way her chest rises in quick breaths. Everything about her is perfect. I press her back against the rough bark, pinning her there with my body. “Come here.”

She smiles and my chest tightens. I kiss her like it’s our first time. Like her lips hold the antidote to every poison coursing through my veins. I kiss her like I’m starving for her. And God, I am. She’s breathed life back into my soul, and I’ll never get my fill.

I inch away, knowing if I don’t stop, I’ll need to be inside her again. “That was…” she manages while fixing her skirt.

“Incredible.” I finish.

While Falin fixes her hair, I grab the shovels. I’m about to suggest that we come back later. A cheeseburger and a beer sound perfect. But my eyes stray to a spot a few feet in front of me. A dark patch that stands out like a bruise on pale skin.

She must notice it at the same time. “Holy shit, is that?—”

“Only one way to find out.”