Usually, I need clit stimulation to find any kind of release. And I don’t know if it’s the intensity of the moment, or the fact that people are right outside, or that Jasper wants me as desperately as I’ve wanted him, or maybe a little of all of it, but I can already feel my release barreling forward with no chance of stopping it.
“That’s it. Don’t fight it. Come for me. Come around my cock.”
He lets out a deep groan as I start to tighten around him, and that sound is all it takes. My entire body tenses as my eyes lock with his, and my release crashes into me, wave after wave.
“I’m gonna come, Abbie,” he rushes out as his thrusts stutter. “Tell me where you want it.”
“Come inside me, Jas.Please,”I manage to say through ragged breaths.
Jasper shouts my name, not giving a fuck who might hear us, as he buries himself deep inside of me one last time. I feel him spill his release inside of me, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full. So whole.
The sounds of our breaths float through the bathroom as the two of us stare at one another in the mirror for a moment. And the way Jasper looks at me—as if the act of us giving ourselves to one another was the answer to all of his problems, even though I know it’s not—burrows its way deep into my soul.
Jasper plants a kiss between my shoulder blades before letting go of my hair. “You okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“I’m perfect, Jas.”
“I’ve always hated it when people besides Joe and the guys call me that. But when you say it—”
“Sexy, huh?” I say, repeating his words back to him.
“So sexy,” he answers with a wink before standing up straight.
He slowly pulls himself out of me, tucks himself inside his jeans, grabs a piece of paper towel, and wipes between my legs. I smile at the gentleness of the moment, dirty bar bathroom ornot. “Good as it’s gonna get,” he murmurs. His lips plant a gentle kiss on my ass before he pulls up my jeans and panties.
“Thank you,” I say softly.
The two of us go about putting our tops and jackets back on, stealing glances as we do. And once we’re as put back together as we’re going to get, Jasper pulls me to him and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Thank you.”
He doesn’t have to explain. I know exactly what he’s thanking me for. I’ve been where he was. I know what it feels like to have your emotions take over. It’s debilitating. All-consuming. Infuriating. And I know how hard it is to get back in control of it all. So, I just cup his jaw and say, “You’re welcome.”
His bright green eyes dance between mine before kissing me once more. Reaching around me, he unlocks the bathroom door, and when we both step out, Beau’s standing against the opposite wall, foot propped up against it, arms crossed over his chest, shit-eating smile plastered across his face. “You two ready to go now?”
Patting the center of Beau’s chest, I stand on my toes and kiss his cheek. “So ready.”
As we walk back out into the bar, Jasper’s hand brushes mine. Not holding. Not claiming. Just…there.And somehow, that feels likeeverything. Whatever happens next—whatever lines we’re crossing, whatever truths still haven’t been said out loud—I know one thing with startling clarity.
I’m not walking away.
And neither are they.
Chapter thirty-three
Lawson
Therestofthehouse is quiet as I lay propped up against my headboard, glasses perched on my nose, a paperback open in one hand, and a crinkled bag of M&M’s balanced on my chest. The sun is long gone now, so is my shirt, leaving me in only my sweats as I attempt to wind down from all the excitement of the last twenty-four hours.
Attempt being the keyword here.
Fishing a blue M&M out of the bag, I pop it into my mouth and flip a page when there’s a knock on the door. Not hard. Not hesitant either. Just familiar.
“Come in,” I call.
The door swings open, and Jasper leans against the frame like he owns the place. Arms crossed, shoulder relaxed, hat gone for once. His hair’s still damp like he showered not too long ago.
His eyes flick straight to the candy bag on my chest, and he snorts. “You’re gonna lose all your damn teeth one of these days.”
I roll my eyes. “Mama taught me how to brush and floss,” I say calmly, shaking the candy bag in his direction. “Besides. There’s antioxidants in chocolate. Or somethin’ like that.”
