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Chapter 15

Jasper

J asper woke to the sound of crunching. After they’d cleaned up the night before, he hadn’t bothered putting clothes back on. He liked Caleb’s soft T-shirts, how they were so long they hung halfway down his thighs and how they smelled like him, but it was too much effort to pull open another drawer. Seven hells, it was only Caleb’s maneuvering that’d let them fall into bed instead of sprawled out on the floor.

If they’d fallen, Jasper didn’t know that he would have gotten up again.

Scowling, he rolled over and looked up to see Caleb standing there, a bag of baby carrots in his hand. He popped another into his mouth and chewed.

“Carrot?” He stuck the bag out.

Jasper frowned. “No, thanks.”

Caleb gave it a little jiggle, and his cocked brow was cute enough that Jasper relented, reaching in to grab just one. He ate it.

“I got you a water.” Caleb nodded at the glass on the side table.

“Thanks?” It wasn’t that surprising that Caleb was trying to take care of him, but he said it like a glass of water were both obvious and meaningful on its own. “How are you feeling?”

With a scowl, Caleb rubbed his palm over his bandaged chest. “Itchy,” he admitted.

Jasper smiled. Itchy meant healing. If he could gripe about that, he was going to be fine.

Considering that they’d spent the last night in bed, Caleb recovering from a bear attack, the big guy seemed in a weirdly good mood. He finished off the bag of carrots, balled it up, and dropped it on the night table.

For a second, Jasper watched him. He hadn’t bothered with pants, and... well, who could blame him for staring? Caleb was perfect. He was soft where Jasper wanted to grab onto him, and heavy and muscled in a way that made Jasper think he could move mountains. He had the kind of body Jasper wanted pressing down on top of him. And he was so fucking hungry.

When he met Caleb’s eyes again, only after dragging his gaze up Caleb’s furry stomach and chest, Caleb smirked. “Anything on the menu you’d like to order?”

Jasper’s breath caught as Caleb’s hand slid down to palm his own cock, stroking it to hardness. His mouth watered, and he keened and reached for Caleb. He dragged his hand up the back of Caleb’s thigh and pulled.

“If you’re not up to it—” Caleb’s smile faltered for a second.

Jasper ran his tongue over his lips and looked up at him. “You said you know what I am?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you know I’m up for it.” Jasper’s voice had turned into a low rasp. His fingers clenched on Caleb’s ass, and his big bear man let him pull him in as he shifted to the edge of the bed.

He brushed his wet lips over Caleb’s cock head. The man’s breath punched out of him, and Jasper smiled before sliding down on his cock, pushing until the thick, blunt head hit the back of his throat. He groaned, and under his grip, Caleb flexed his hips.

When he pulled back, he circled his tongue, teasing his slit with the tip. Jasper chased taste of him, tracing the ridges of muscle and vein like he could take Caleb apart with only his mouth to win his sweet prize.

Still exhausted and holding himself at a strange angle on his propped elbow, it was a relief when Caleb’s fingers twined in his golden hair.

Jasper dropped his head to the mattress and let Caleb take over, his cock rounding his cheek. He looked up to see Caleb’s face had flushed, his pupils blown wide in his intense eyes. Minutely, he nodded, and Caleb held him down with a fist in his hair and the weight of his palm’s heel as he fucked Jasper’s mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” Caleb hissed. “So good. So fucking good.”

Short, quick thrusts had Jasper’s skin blazing with heat. His throat convulsed, swallowing around Caleb’s thick cock. It was so good. Salty and bitter and perfect, but better still was the undercurrent of thrumming pleasure he felt from Caleb. It built, first a thread wrapped Jasper’s around heart, then a fist. It squeezed, Jasper’s heart lurched, and he pulled back with a gasp.

Caleb let him go at once. His ruddy, swollen lips parted on heavy breaths. Jasper whined as his heart pulsed. Fuck, he hadn’t realized how weak he’d been.

“I need you,” he rasped before Caleb could ask if he was okay. He was so, so okay. “Now. Please.”

Caleb’s broad hands curled around his ribs, pulling him closer. Then he was gripping Jasper’s hips. His fingers dug in to keep Jasper from straining down, chasing exquisite friction against Caleb’s skin. Like he was nothing, Caleb flipped him over with his legs bent and pressed against the mattress at the edge of the bed.

Utterly exposed with his ass arched upward, Jasper whimpered. He twisted his fingers in the sheets and curled his toes as Caleb slicked his fingers. He pushed one in with no warning, and Jasper whined, working back on his hand.

“There,” Jasper panted when Caleb curled his finger. “There, oh god.”

Caleb made quick work of prepping him, scissoring his fingers open until Jasper was trembling at the feel of cool air on his entrance. He needed the thick, hot steel heat of Caleb’s cock.

“Please, Caleb, I?—”

With a soft hiss, Caleb quieted him. His rough hands spread Jasper wide, then the blunt head of his cock pressed in.

“Oh fuck,” Jasper whimpered as Caleb filled him in one slow, relentless thrust.

His hands slid up Jasper’s back, pressing him down into the bed and holding him prone. When his fingers curled around Jasper’s shoulders, he pulled out and thrust back in. Hard.

Jasper cried out, flinging one hand back to squeeze Caleb into him. “S—so deep,” he stammered. “So perfect. Caleb?—”

“I’ve got you,” Caleb swore, his thumbs brushing the back of Jasper’s strained neck.

The force of his thrusts unlodged one of Jasper’s legs. His toes touched the floor, and he arched up to meet Caleb’s pounding hips. The sounds that came out of him were unholy, but he couldn’t think of a single damn thing except Caleb fucking him so good and the tingling swell of Caleb’s pleasure.

It felt amazing, to know how much Caleb wanted this. Overwhelming.

One of Caleb’s hands slipped under his chest and pulled him back. His shoulders hit Caleb’s chest, and the man grunted. His callused fingers pressed flat against Jasper’s collarbone. With one hand, he held Jasper there and rocked into him, their bodies flush.

With the other, he reached down. All he did was curl his fingers around Jasper’s aching cock, and when he thrust, he rocked Jasper forward into that grip and the delicious drag of his rough skin, soon coated in Jasper’s precome.

When Caleb came, the force of it hit Jasper like a tidal wave. His teeth dug into Jasper’s neck again, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing Jasper’d ever felt, like Caleb was claiming him.

Crying Caleb’s name, he spilled against the side of the bed in thick, hot streams as Caleb pumped inside him.

The thread of Caleb’s arousal was still there, wrapped around his heart, now a steady stream. Trembling in Caleb’s arms, too weak and overwhelmed to hold himself up on his own legs, he drank and drank as Caleb’s body gave him so much.

In the end, Caleb had to pick him up and settle him back on the bed. Jasper whined as Caleb slid out of him, but a moment later, Caleb collapsed on the bed against his side.

Laying on one arm, he reached out and ran a hand down Jasper’s chest. “How do you feel?”

Jasper couldn’t help smiling. Even the worry in Caleb’s eyes wasn’t enough to keep him from grinning like a mad man.

“So full , Caleb,” he whispered.

He took a deep breath and leaned in to brush his lips across Caleb’s. His mouth was still cool from the carrots, and sweet. With a gentle, persistent push, he turned Caleb onto his back and crawled on top of him. As he let his hands explore Caleb’s arms and shoulders, his tongue mapped Caleb’s mouth. Straddling his waist, Jasper rocked lazily.

Caleb broke the kiss with a soft laugh. “You might have to let me rest a second.”

Jasper leaned up so he could look down at Caleb’s handsome face. Biting his lip, he shook his head.

“As long as you can get it up, we can go all day. And I’m patient, Caleb. I’ll get you there.” He gripped Caleb’s hands. “Then, I’m gonna drain you dry.”

A moan fell from Caleb’s lips, and Jasper didn’t think he minded the sound of that so much.