Page 18 of Crossroads

SEVENTEEN

“Do you think Kelly knows?” Jasper asks against my lips, making me pause. After we got dressed out by the pond, we finished up chores just in time for Kelly to call us in for dinner.

She seemed happy, but that’s normal for her. “I think she’s just happy we aren’t trying to kill each other anymore,” I answer and then kiss him more because I can’t get enough of his mouth.

I stroke over his tongue with my own and smile with pride when he groans in satisfaction, his big arms wrapping around me as we make out in his bed. Kelly thinks I’m in my bedroom, but I just waited for everyone to turn in and then snuck out the front door and headed straight to the barn.

No second-guessing. I just wanted him and went to him like a beacon. And he was waiting for me when I pushed the door to his apartment open. Lying shirtless on his bed, wearing joggers that hang low on his hips and show off those sexy-as-fuck deep lines of his cut abs.

I barely had time to notice that he has a bed frame now. A large wooden one that’s fairly high off the ground and looks handcrafted. I ignored it, and I jumped him, not even ashamed of my actions.

I can’t get him out of my head, now that I’ve tasted him. I want all the things with him. I know it won’t last. It never does with me. But if I’m being honest, there was never anything that really started to last. No one has ever consumed my thoughts like Jasper does.

I think about him, even when he’s standing near me.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Jasper is holding my face in his big hands, his eyes sweeping over my face with concern, and I realize I’d stopped kissing him. “I was about to show off my blowjob skills.” He smirks at me, which makes my lips turn up.

“Well, by all means,” I say, turning my cockiness level way up, even though I feel pretty off-kilter, if I’m being honest. I roll onto my back and tuck one arm behind my head. “Go ahead.”

The smile he gives me is sweet and sexy all rolled into one as he sits between my parted legs, propped up on his knees as he gazes down at me, licking his lips like he wants to devour me.

He really wants this.

So do I.

I reach my hand forward and drag my fingers over his lower stomach, letting them dip into the ridges there, loving that sexy-as-hell V that points down at his glorious dick currently tenting his joggers. “You don’t have to though.”

“Shut up,” he says with a twitch of his sinful lips. “Just wondering why you’re still wearing clothes.”

I grin, loving that he doesn’t back down from a challenge. Jasper is always ready to push back. We quickly get rid of our clothes and then get right back into the same position. I don’t know why, but my heart is thundering in my chest, and I’m not even the one doing the blowing at the moment.

“How do I want you so badly?” he asks, his voice scratchy like he’s in awe as his hand drags over my stomach, leaving little goosebumps along the way.

“These abs are beautiful to me,” he says, and I look at his stomach, my brow lifting up at him because has he seen himself?

He just grins and drags a finger down the light trail of hair from my belly button to my crotch.

“I never thought I’d want to suck a dick, but I swear it’s like I need to. ”

My dick jerks at his perusal, his long, thick finger tracing along the vein and then over the two barbell piercings near the head.

“These piercings.” I watch as he uses his free hand to grab the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly like he might come any second. “Fuck, they do things to me.”

“Wait till you feel them inside you.”

His eyes snap up to meet mine, and I realize even though I meant inside his mouth, he took it another way.

And now I can’t stop thinking about that too.

He lets out a shaky breath. “You . . .” His eyes dart back down to my cock.

It’s flushed red and leaking like a faucet.

“You want that?” His eyes look up to mine again, a shyness in his expression.

All I can do is nod for a moment, my throat dry at the thought of sinking inside his tight ass. “I want everything. I even want you in my ass.”

I watch his eyes and the hunger that reflects back at me.

He definitely likes that idea. He leans down and kisses me hard.

“All of it. We’ll do all of it,” he assures me, kissing me hard and sucking on my tongue until I can barely hold back.

My cock slides against his, and I’m chasing my release, but he pulls back and then shakes his head at me.

“No,” he growls. “I’m getting my mouth on this dick. Don’t you dare come.”

“Oh fuck.” My cock jerks from his raspy tone, and I nearly lose it. His hand wraps firmly around the base of my shaft, and he shakes his head again.

“Don’t you dare.”

Okay, so I like the bossy tone. Maybe a little too much. I start to wiggle beneath his weight. “Then get on with it.” Squirming under him isn’t something I’m necessarily proud of, but I can’t think at the moment.

His wicked gleam never leaves his face as he trails kisses down my chest and stomach, making his way agonizingly slowly toward the place I need him most. When he kneels between my parted thighs, his hand still gripping my base, I nearly shove his head exactly where I want him as he continues past my dick to my inner thighs. “So spoiled,” he chuckles.

“You’re a tease,” I complain.

I feel the curl of his lips as he kisses my other inner thigh and then licks his way over to my balls, making me writhe and jerk with need. “Not a tease. I have every intention of putting you out of your misery.”

“Then do it.” One of my hands moves to his soft hair, gripping the strands. “Please, Jasper. I can’t take anymore,” I plead with him.

“I’m taking my time.” His tongue moves up over my balls and his own hand that’s still holding onto my thick shaft and then slowly drags up the prominent vein in my dick, teasing my piercings and making me lose my mind. “Getting to know your dick.”

I snort. “You two will become very well acquainted by the end of the summer, I promise.” I look down at him, his eyes gazing back up at me with his pink tongue dragging along the head of my cock.

He drags his tongue through my slit, moaning as he tastes me, and I leak even more, watching him enjoy my flavor. I’m two seconds from blowing my load, and I don’t even care. I’ll take all the teasing I get from it because watching Jasper is lava hot.

He takes me into his mouth, his hand still gripping me, though he’s careful and tentative. He takes his time as he starts to bob his head on my cock, taking more and more each time until his mouth meets the barrier of his hand.

“Yes. Like that,” I encourage him, my fingers sliding through his hair. “Please.”

I’m so close, my legs are shaking, and it takes a lot of effort not to shove my dick into his throat, but I let him keep the control. He starts to stroke me along with each suck and lick, hollowing out his cheeks and hoovering me until I can’t take it anymore.

I try to warn him, but it’s just a garbled cry before I start to come. He holds onto me though, sucking and swallowing around my shaft, taking it all in, though some does escape and leaks from his mouth.

The sight is too beautiful to comprehend, and when I finish coming my brains out, I quickly switch places with him and swallow him down as far as I can before I gag. But I keep going, relaxing my throat and doing my best to make him lose his shit.

It doesn’t take long before he’s also spilling down my throat, and I catch every last drop, enjoying every bit of him.

We collapse onto his bed, my head on his chest and his arm around me. “Why is this so good?”

“I wish I knew the answer to that,” he says, his voice sounding wrecked from my dick. I smile to myself, enjoying that fact a little too much.

“Hey.” A thought hits me, and I turn my head to look up at him. “We probably should have had the whole safe-sex talk, huh?”

“Did we have sex?” he asks and looks genuinely confused. It’s adorable. I’m not going to lie.

“Well, bodily fluids were exchanged. So I would say yes.”

He seems to ponder that, and I briefly wonder if his school even went over safe-sex education, but then he says, “I’ve only ever been with Lucy, and we always used condoms.”

“Even for blowjobs?” I ask as a hot sort of rage that I don’t really have the right to feel rushes through me.

“No.” His nose crinkles. “Are you supposed to?”

“I mean, yeah. If you don’t know and trust the person.”

“Lucy was a virgin before me. And I was too.” I notice how his cheeks pink up a little, talking about it. Like maybe I’ll judge him.

“That’s sweet.”

His eyes cut to me with a glare. “Shut up.”

I laugh. “No, I’m serious. You’re probably fine then. But maybe we should get tested.” He looks thoughtful but doesn’t argue with me. “I was tested about a month before I came here and was negative, but then I did sleep with Jackie the day my mom kicked me out.”

“Who is Jackie?” I don’t miss the jealousy in his tone, and I don’t feel the least bit of shame at how happy that makes me.

“A friend.” His eyes say he doesn’t believe me. “Really. We were just friends who hooked up occasionally. She had a pretty serious on-and-off boyfriend, actually.” God, that feels like a lifetime ago. Was it really only a month ago?

“We’ll get tested,” he agrees and then presses a kiss to my mouth.

“I uh . . .” I shift awkwardly against his side. “I guess I should go then. Back to the house.”

He just rolls to his side, snuggling into me and wrapping his arm over my middle. “In a little bit. Stay.”

That one word sends a shockwave through me that I can’t deny.

No one has ever asked me to stay. No one has ever really wanted me around.

If he wants me to stay, I’ll stay.

But I didn’t mean to fall asleep.

“Jasper!”

“Oh fuck,” Jasper whispers beside me at the sound of a small child’s voice. I barely have a second to open my eyes and realize what’s happening before I’m shoved off the bed and onto the floor.

Ow.

What a time for him to get an actual bed. I groan but then roll under the actual bed just as I hear a door push open and then the little voice again. “Jasper! Are you sick? Kelly sent me to check on you!”

Logan. I recognize his little brown boots and now his sweet voice.

“Sorry, buddy. No, I’m not sick. I guess I just slept in a little late,” I hear Jasper say. “What are you doing here?”

“Mommy dropped me off. Kelly said I could hang out with her today!” He sounds excited, but my heart sinks for him, knowing if his mother dropped him off, she either had an extra shift to work or their father isn’t doing so well. Maybe both.

I thought Jasper was just an asshole, but after hearing his story and what he’s been through, I don’t think he was mean enough to me.

Seeing me pull up in a brand-new car, with expensive shoes that were just going to get ruined, while he’s saving every bit of his money to help his family—yeah, he probably should have punched me right in the face.

“Okay, buddy. Why don’t you go back to the house? I’ll meet you there after I brush my teeth.”

“Okay. But I want to race you to the house. I got really fast!”

I smile, and I swear I can feel Jasper doing the same. “Well, how about you meet me down in the barn, so I know it’s fair. I gotta get my shoes on. You don’t expect me to race without them, do you?” he teases, and my heart kicks a little, hearing how good he is with his little brother.

Logan giggles. “’Kay!” I hear him shuffle toward the door before it opens and then clicks shut, and I slowly climb up off the floor, groaning as I do.

“Holy shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t think,” he says, scrambling to the edge of the bed, his hand catching my arm and helping me up. I look at him, noticing his hair is all mussed from my hands and sleep. The sheet is pooled at his waist, showing off that deep V and cut abs.

“You’re forgiven.”

He grins and leans forward, kissing me hard. “We have to get going. Logan is waiting.”

My expression darkens. “You think your parents are okay?”

He stands up, giving me a nice view of his firm ass and strides into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush, running it under the water.

“Yeah. My mom probably got an extra shift. I wish I could help her more.” He scrubs his teeth, and I have no doubt he helps her as much as he can, but I don’t say anything.

It won’t help. Especially coming from a spoiled, rich kid like me.

“Anything I can do?” I ask, walking over to him, just as he rinses his toothbrush out and puts it back in its holder.

I grab his toothbrush and apply more toothpaste before scrubbing my own teeth. He doesn’t even blink, which I like because hello, we had each other’s dicks in our mouths last night, so I think we can share a toothbrush. “Nope,” he says and tugs on a pair of jeans. “Well . . .”

He turns to face me, and I spit toothpaste out and wipe my mouth. “Anything.”

He walks closer to me and kisses me hard on the mouth. “Maybe we could make today fun for Logan. He kind of missed out on that side of my dad, you know?”

“What do you mean?” I ask, rinsing his toothbrush and putting it back before I reach for his hips and hold onto him.

“My dad got hurt when my mom was still pregnant with Logan. So he never really got to see the fun side. He’s only ever known my dad in constant pain.”

The sad reality hits me, and I nod my head knowingly. “Then we’ll make today the most fun we can. As much fun as shoveling shit can be.”

He chuckles. “Wait five minutes and then come through the back door for breakfast. I’ll get Logan up to the house.”

I nod at his direction and then do what he says after we both get dressed. I wait on his bed and listen for him to count off to Logan for their race up to the house before I make my way up there too.

I’m greeted by Kelly, John, Millie, Logan, and Jasper when I walk in through the door leading into the kitchen, making up some excuse about having gotten up early to do some chores before breakfast.

Kelly and John seem pleased with that, and Jasper just snorts as he cuts up a pancake for his little brother and ruffles his hair before looking into his face with so much love, it’s like a gut punch.

I gotta say, I’m a little concerned I’m falling for the enemy here.