“You’re perfect,” Jasper gasped. “So good to me, Sir. Master Vincent.” Vincent made a choked-off, growling sound and slammed into Jasper, which was what he’d hoped for. He tightened his grip on Vincent’s hair with a gasped, “Yes!” and proceeded to urge Vincent into fucking him into oblivion.
When they were finally spent and properly settled in bed countless minutes later, he tucked himself against Vincent’s chest with a deep sigh of contentment. Rather than passing out like he usually did, he found himself listening to Vincent’s breathing as it evened out and slowed.
He hated that they’d be up in a few hours to go back home to face reality. He’d be more than happy to move into the cabin indefinitely, getting to know Zach and Ash while he broadened his kink horizons with Vincent. If only Vincent didn’t have a club to run and Jasper didn’t have his final year of college coming. Maybe they could take another vacation once he graduated, before he got sucked into the EMT courses.
He tipped his head back with a sigh, studying Vincent’s face in the dim light. Once he was sure Vincent was really asleep, he whispered the words he couldn’t dare say while Vincent was awake to hear them.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Chapter 25
THEIR FLIGHTback home was uneventful, especially since Vincent had kept his grandfather’s jet to use rather than deal with a commercial airline again. They spent the flight alternating between kissing and dozing, enjoying what little time they had left before returning to their real-life obligations.
They made it all the way to the car Vincent’s driver had waiting for them and were exiting the airport traffic when his phone chimed with a text from Amber.
He’s gone the funeral is next week.
Vincent stared at it long enough for Jasper to notice.
“What’s wrong?”
Vincent hit the button to shut off the screen and blew out a slow breath before turning to Jasper. “Are we considered back home now?”
Jasper’s face did a complicated twist of emotions before he let out a resigned sigh. “I guess. Why?”
He pulled the message back up. “Amber texted an update,” he said and held the phone out.
Jasper didn’t take it immediately, eyeing it like it might bite his hand off. He waited until the screen dimmed before holding his hand out, and he stared at the screen without reacting for several long moments. When he finally moved, it was to unbuckle and shift across the seat to lean heavily against Vincent. “I don’t want to go,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to.” Vincent still made a mental note to make sure he had no plans that day in case Jasper changed his mind. The phone chimed with another text and Jasper stiffened against his side.
Vincent tugged the phone free and narrowed his eyes.
We need to talk we’re waiting outside.
“I’ll tell them to leave,” Vincent said tightly, pressing the Call button. He didn’t appreciate being ambushed, certainly not when he’d been planning on enjoying his own shower and bed and a last lazy afternoon with Jasper.
“Don’t,” Jasper murmured as the call connected.
He hit Mute rather than answer Amber’s defensive greeting. “We can get a hotel room for the night,” he offered.
Jasper tipped his head back with a tired smile. “Let’s just get this over with.”
He unmuted the phone long enough to say “We’ll be there in twenty,” then disconnected without waiting for a response.
Sure enough, Amber’s car was sitting at the curb when they pulled up. Vincent didn’t know how long they’d been waiting, and he didn’t care. He hadn’t shared their new flight time with anyone except Jasper, and the petty part of him wished he’d pushed their arrival time back to late afternoon.
They grabbed their bags and headed inside. A pile of mail waited on the hall table, courtesy of the cleaning service that would have come by the day before. A small rectangular package caught his eye, and he regretted that now certainly wasn’t the time to open it. He set his bags to the side to deal with later and turned to the door; Amber and Noah had followed them in.
He shut the door, intending to leave them and Jasper to discuss whatever family business they thought was so important, but Jasper’s hand in his stopped him from going anywhere. He glanced over, raising an eyebrow in question. Jasper merely tightened his hold and pulled him to the dining room. He sat when Jasper still didn’t let go, ignoring Amber’s clearly disgruntled expression and fighting a smug one of his own when Jasper pointedly lifted their hands to rest on the table.
“I’m not going to the funeral if that’s why you’re here.”
Amber flinched and turned her attention to Jasper. “Jas—”
“Just tell him,” Noah interrupted, sounding bored. “I’ve got better things to do.”
Amber shot him a look like she wanted to call him on that, but she relented. She set her purse in her lap and pulled out some papers, and Vincent suddenly had an even worse feeling about this. “I got the DNA test results.”
