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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

JASPER

“Tell us this game idea again?” Falin asks from her spot beside me on the couch. I can smell her rose perfume even over the scent of booze permeating the area. We’re one bottle and multiple beers in, and everyone’s feeling much more relaxed. Computers are put away, phones are on silent, and we’re ready to let our hair down. I grab a chip from the bowl in front of me, purposely taking my time chewing, just to get Falin to give me that adorable fucking scowl.

I reach under my shirt for my gun, remembering I'd grabbed it earlier, and remove the magazine, pulling back the slide to clear the chamber before setting it on the coffee table. “Truth or death.” When everyone stares at me like I have five heads, I add, “Relax, it's empty.”

“Truth or death?” Leon asks. “What the fuck, man?”

“It’s easy. Spin it, spill your darkest secret. No bullshit allowed.” I grin, showing a lot of bravado for a guy with skeletons living permanently in his closet.

“That’s fucked up,” Damon says, but he’s already leaning forward.

“You scared?” Falin teases. That smart tone gives me a semi.

He narrows his eyes. “Nope, bring it on.”

“So, it’s basically spin the bottle but with a gun?” Leon asks, stating the obvious.

I shrug, and Blake answers for me. “It’s like truth or dare, spin the bottle, and Russian Roulette combined? Except no bullets, of course.”

“I hadn’t thought of spin the bottle,” I say, smirking. “Does that mean we get to smooch?” I plant a wet one on Falin’s cheek and she laughs, pushing me away.

Blakes eyes light up. “I’ll never say no to a little show.”

Leon points his finger between me and Damon. “Those two need to scrub their mouths with disinfectant before I’d go near them.”

“Hey!” Falin says, tossing a pillow at him. “He kisses me.”

Leon laughs, a rare sound. “My point exactly.”

“Rules?” Blake asks, ever the student.

I lean in, trailing my finger over the sleek black handle of my gun. “The secret has to be real. Something that makes you sick just thinking about saying it out loud.”

“Christ,” Damon groans. “Way to kill my buzz.”

“I’ll spin,” I say. This game could be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, or could be a fun night. The thrill makes my semi grow to fully hard.

“Wait.” Falin grabs my hand as I reach for the gun. “What if someone doesn’t want to share?”

“They have to do a dare instead,” Blake suggests. “Something equally messed up.”

I eye the gun, already feeling my pulse speed up. “Fine by me. Ready?” Without waiting for an answer, I spin. The barrel whirs against the coffee table before slowing to point at Leon.

“Fuck me,” he mutters.

“Come on, mate.” I lean back, wrapping my arm around Falin. “Show us what’s in that dark British soul of yours.”

He holds his beer, peeling the moist label into little pieces, his gaze trained at a spot on the wall. “I went to school with my half brother for years. He never knew who I was. Sometimes I’d follow him home, just to see what a real family looked like. I’d watch my father kick the football around the garden, patting his back, and smiling…” He trails off, eyes coming back into focus as he takes a long sip of beer. “Fuck, that was deep.”

I reach across Falin to squeeze his arm. “Screw them both. We’re your brothers for life.”

“Don’t ever forget it,” Damon adds.

Leon nods, clearing his throat. “Let me give this a go.” He spins hard, the gun rattling against the wood. It lands on Blake.

She twists her hands in her lap. “One time a few years ago, I found something on Brennan’s phone. Photos. I didn’t know what to do or say. I convinced myself they weren’t real. That he wasn’t a monster.” She shakes her head. “He was all I had and I… Maybe if I acted, some of those girls…”

“Don’t.” Damon pulls her close. “You can’t think like that. We’d never be able to make it through one fucking day if we got stuck on the maybes and what ifs.”

She nods, inhaling a deep breath. “He’s right, Bee,” Falin says, her voice laced with care. “You couldn’t have known. He fooled a lot of people.”

My heart cracks in two for her and everything she’s gone through. Seeing her brother die in front of her… Damn. I don’t think I’d survive that.

The barrel spins again, finding me. Fuck. The secrets pile up in the back of my throat—the truth about the pills, the darkness that lives inside me, how scared I am of corrupting Falin with it all, of hurting her. But what comes out shocks me. “Sometimes I dream about Bailey being dead. And in those dreams, I feel relieved.” My voice cracks. “Because at least then I’d know.”

Falin wraps her hand in mine, squeezing gently. Everyone’s quiet, and I know I fucked up. How could I say that about my own sister? I truly am a monster.

Blake is the first one to break the silence. “I completely understand. It’s the not knowing that’s the hardest part.”

The silence sits like a viscous fog in the room until Falin snags the gun, spinning it hard enough to make the table creak. The barrel lands on Damon. This should be interesting.

“Alright,” he says, taking a swig of beer. He picks up the gun and messes with the barrel as he thinks. “I killed one of my mom’s junkie boyfriend’s when I was ten years old.” He drops the gun on the table, and drags a hand down his face.

When he doesn’t elaborate, I speak up. “That’s all you’re going to tell us? Bro, you can’t leave us hanging like that.”

He shrugs, and finishes off his beer. “Don’t feel like turning this into a therapy session.” Before anyone can ask him more questions, he spins and the gun lands on Falin.

With her knees to her chest, she chews her bottom lip for a moment. “I dated this guy in San Francisco. I think I told you about him, Bee?”

Blake nods. “That guy with the tech startup? Alden or something?”

“Yup, Mr. My Shit Doesn’t Stink.” She straightens her legs and a look of pure hatred flickers in her eyes. “He tried to help me.” Her voice is bitter with every word. “Called my dad, told him his daughter needed professional help. That I had control issues. All it took was three little clicks of my keyboard to destroy everything he built. His career, his golden reputation, gone.” Her eyes meet mine. “And I didn’t do it because he cheated. I didn’t give a shit about that. I was pretty much done with him and his tiny dick, anyway. I did it because nobody gets to control me. Ever .”

“Remind me never to piss you off,” I say, even though my cock is rock hard. Twisted is my type.

“Too late,” she smiles, lifting a brow. Holy hell, I’m going to fuck the shit out of that mouth later.

“Alright, Satan,” Damon says, making Blake slap his arm. “Your turn to spin.”

Falin gives the gun her best spin, but it doesn’t go very far, stopping on Leon. His jaw clenches. “I already went.”

“Come on,” I say. “I know there’s some dark secrets hiding in that head. Or if you want you can spin and kiss someone,” I add, purposely trying to egg him on. With my eyes scrunched shut, I cross my fingers. “Please land on Damon, please land on Damon.”

Everyone laughs but him. “Nothing left worth telling. I’m an open book.” He reaches for the gun, but Damon’s hand shoots out, stopping him.

“Really?” Damon stops to take a sip from the cup in front of him. “Because I can think of one. About a certain girl you met last sum?—”

“Don’t.” Leon’s voice could slice skin.

The room goes silent except for the hum of the refrigerator, and the quiet snores from the kittens in their tower. I look between Leon and Damon, clocking something in Leon’s expression I’ve never seen before. Raw panic.

“Okay, what the hell is happening?” Falin asks.

“Nothing,” Leon and Damon say in unison.

“I call bullshit,” I say. “Someone better spill.”

Leon pushes up from the couch, grabbing his beer bottle. “I need a smoke.”

“Lee—” Damon starts.

“Drop it.” The words are a harsh warning that make my balls shrivel up into my body. He grabs his jacket and heads for the door.

We all watch him go, except Damon, who’s clearly looking anywhere else. The weight of unspoken words lingers in the room.

“Well, that wasn’t suspicious at all,” Falin mutters.

Blake stands, stretching her arms above her head. “I need something stronger than beer after that.”

“Same!” Falin says, jumping up from the couch. “Anyone up for Mario Kart?”

Damon and I exchange loaded glances. I’ve known him long enough to know when not to push for information, and right now is one of those times. Instead, I turn my attention to Falin, smiling like we didn’t just scratch the surface of something way deeper. “Only if you’re ready to get your ass kicked, Trouble.”

“Not possible.” She grabs two controllers from the table, tossing one my way. “I’m ruthless with a red shell.”

“Want to bet?” I move over on the couch, giving her just enough room to sit next to me again.

She plops down, and her body against mine is enough to lighten my mood. I grab her chin, turning her head for a kiss. “Hell yeah, I do. I love a bet.”

I lean in so only she can hear me, and picture those tequila-scented lips wrapped around my cock. “Winner gets to come first.”

Her eyes gleam with mischief. “Deal.”

Blake sets up the game, cursing as she plugs in the wrong cord. When I glance at Damon, he’s still staring at the door, lost in thought.

“Got it,” Blake says. Then Mario Kart music breaks through whatever it is he’s dwelling on. As soon as Blake curls into his lap with her controller, he seems to shake it off entirely, his cocky smile returning.

“Rainbow Road,” Falin announces. “Hope you’re all ready to cry.”

I pull her closer, breathing her in. “Bring it on, baby.”

* * *

“I have a secret,” I say, my head between Falin’s legs. “I wanted you to win.” I lap at her slick pussy, struggling to hold myself up. We may have gone a bit too hard on the tequila after my little game.

“Always talking,” she says, lifting her hips and grinding against my face. “More of that.”

“That? You mean more eating your wet cunt like it’s my last meal?” My head swims but all I want is to make her come with my name on her lips.

“Yes. Oh God, keep going.”

And I do. Or at least I try… things are a little uncoordinated at the moment. When I lose my rhythm for the third time, I roll over, pulling her up and onto my chest. “Sit on my face, baby.”

She gets into position, her thighs on either side of my head, her round ass in my hands, her pretty pussy hovering over my lips. I hold her down, rocking her hips, drenching my face in her juices. Falin’s not shy about what she needs. She takes control—grinding, bouncing, rocking —and I’m addicted to every movement.

“Fuck, Jasper, I’m close.” Hell yeah, exactly what I need to hear. She keeps up her pace while her muscles tense around me and her moans echo off the walls. My hips arch and buck, my hard cock searching for relief. I need her to come so goddamn badly. I’m desperate for it.

My hands travel up her body to play with her tits, rolling and pinching her nipples. She throws her head back and cries out and fuck… she’s so hot. My vision blurs, lungs burning for air but the sight of her like this is everything.

“Oh… my… fucking… God,” Falin yells as she comes all over my face. I’ll never get enough of hearing her screaming in pleasure. Her pussy’s still pulsing as she climbs off on shaky legs, and straddles me.

“You don’t waste any time, do you, baby? Is that greedy cunt ready for my—oh fuck,” I groan as she seats herself all the way down, her pussy taking every inch like she’s made for me. She leans over and I pay extra attention to her nipple, nibbling it until she gasps. “You feel so good… so tight.”

“Yes… so deep.” She rolls her perfect hips, rocking, chasing her pleasure. I help her bounce, lifting her up and slamming her back down, arching my hips with each roll of hers. She leans over, sucking my lip, sliding her tongue in to massage mine. I’m so lost in her, I can barely breathe. “I want…” She kisses me while her pussy suffocates my cock. “I want you everywhere.”

“Whatever you want, whatever you need,” I groan. She shifts to the side, reaching for something in the drawer. I barely register the loss of her wet heat, before she’s squeezing lube all over my cock, pumping her fist to spread it along my shaft. “Baby, you’re so wet already.”

She straddles me again, holding onto my cock, and slowly guiding it into—holy fucking shit. My eyes roll back in my head as my cock notches her ass. As soon as I’m past that tight ring of muscle, she seats herself slowly, torturously… taking me so completely, I might die.

“Baby, holy fuck… You’re gonna kill me. That perfect ass… so fucking tight.” I wait until she’s comfortable, as difficult as it is, and when she rocks her hips, her eyes closed and mouth parted, I lose myself. Every little inch she moves is pure heaven. Her muscles clench around me, choking my cock, and I see stars.

“Come in me, Jasper.” She rides me deeper, taking every inch I give her. “Fill me until I’m dripping.”

“That’s my good little slut. So fucking filthy for me,” I pump into her, praying to every God I know that I get to keep this woman forever. “Rub your clit for me. Show me how you make yourself come.”

“Yes,” she cries as her fingers rub tight circles over her clit. I won’t last, there’s no way in hell.

“Shit… I’m gonna come.” That only makes her ride me harder. I inhale as everything in my body tightens. My eyes clench shut… or maybe I black out. I don’t fucking know anything past the pleasure that shoots through my entire body. My hands grip her hips as I drive my cock in balls deep, shooting every last drop of cum inside her. She takes it all, sucking me dry until there’s nothing left.

I pull her against my chest, kissing those beautiful lips, and whispering every praise I’ve ever known against her skin. “That was…” she says between heaving breaths.

“Intense,” I say. As soon as she shifts, her muscles push me out and a husky laugh leaves her lips. “I was so not expecting that.” I reach for the bottle of water on the side table, chugging some.

“What can I say, you’re not the only one who loves to get their ass fucked.” I choke, sputtering water all over her and the bed.

“Christ, you can’t say that while I have a drink in my mouth.” I swallow it down, wiping my mouth, unable to hide my laughter. “Like I said, you’re trying to kill me.”

She kisses my cheek, before she climbs out of bed, showing off her gorgeous curves. “I don’t see you complaining.”

“And you never will.”

She continues to surprise me every damn day. I’m the luckiest bastard alive.