by Jade Oliver
She wears her swimsuit again. I’m not so shocked this time but it still sends shivers down my body to see so much of her skin, especially when I help her apply the lotion. Now, I sit on the bank of the lake and watch the water cascade down her smooth, wet skin that glistens in the sun.
Needing to cool off, I stand and jump into the shallow lake. My splash causes Adair to squeal and she is full of laughter as I swim to her. I stand up in the water and face her. Her expression quickly changes and her breathing becomes faster. I wrap my arms around her waist, my hands clasped above her bottom, as she moves hers behind my head and locks her fingers together. I guide her body tightly against mine and take a moment to enjoy the feel of her against me. My hands run along the curve of her behind feeling its weight in my hands. She presses closer into me and I know she has to feel my erection through the thin fabric that separates us. Yet, I hesitate, unsure if I should kiss her.
Almost as if she can read my mind, Adair leans into me and says breathlessly, “Kiss me, Jasper.”
And I do. My lips descend upon hers gently at first, but when she parts for me and my tongue enters her mouth, passion takes over when I taste her. I nip and suck her bottom lip and she moans my name. We kiss until our lips are swollen and sore. The sun has moved and we must make our way back, so I pull away from her.
“Adair, my sweet, my greatest wish right now is to stay here with you for eternity but we must head back. The sun will be setting soon and the others will panic if we’re not back before sunset. I don’t think either of us want to deal with a grumpy bear named Thad when he’s worried.”
She sighs and leans in for one last, soft kiss. “I know you’re right but just so you know, I would gladly stay here with you forever.”
We dry off with the blanket we brought with us, dress, and make our way back towards the farm. Overall, I’m happy with today because I got to spend time with Adair, just us, with no interruptions. I got to be a little more open and ask her a question that has burned me up inside to know the answer. And I got to touch and kiss her as we explored our boundaries with each other. Now, we have to return to reality and I hate it. But I know that the others and I are determined to protect and love her. It’s all I can ask for.
Thirty-Two
June 30th, 1785
Day 27 (Past)
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is the day and I’m still not sure if I’m ready. I’ve never been one for confrontation, but I also don't hide from things. However, this situation is unknown and has so many variables… anything could go wrong! The guys tell me I’m borrowing trouble but what am I to do? To think? I like to prepare ahead of time for things — ironic since I could’ve never prepared myself for Brax, Toby, Thad, and Jasper or the relationship we find ourselves in — so how can I prepare for the unknown? New experiences, new lovers, new relationships, and an enemy. I’ve never had an enemy before. I swear my life is a time traveling soap opera.
My feelings have grown for the guys and everything feels almost in place. Toby and Thad — what more can I say that I haven’t said? Toby and I have said ‘I love you’ to each other. Thad and I haven’t, but I know he loves me and he tells me with every look, touch, and action he does to or for me. When I woke up with both of them yesterday morning I was in heaven.
Brax is still a conundrum. He’s trying very hard to seek forgiveness. Yesterday, Brax waited for Jasper and I to return from the waterfall and asked to speak with me privately. He finally confessed that he’d left because of work. His job entailed him to be secretive and that was the reason why he was always gone. He said he couldn't explain why, or even how, but it was dangerous for himself and anyone he is close to. He thought the best course of action was to leave so I would be safe and could pursue my dreams. But he soon realized he couldn’t walk away from what we have and he quit, but it took several weeks to get the right people to agree and finalize everything. Then he said, ‘Adair, I love you. More than I can ever express. I will work hard to seek your forgiveness, and to also forgive myself.’ He leaned over and kissed me on the tip of my nose. It’s come to be his thing until I give him permission to kiss me. I admit I adore it. Each guy seems to have his own little preference on how to hold me and a nickname for me.
Speaking of nicknames… Jasper called me sweet! Not as a compliment, but as an endearment. My heart just about melted. The beach confession and the waterfall kisses — we are so close to being together! I can feel it. I know it. I feel as if something needs to push us past the line of no return. I wonder… When Thad mentioned them being lovers — I want it to happen. I want to be part of it. I think that would bridge the gap. I know Jasper hasn’t been with many women, and after years of letting Thad lead, that might be the key. After I wanted to make love with both Toby and Thad together the other morning, I have been fantasizing about what could happen between Thad, Jasper, and me.
I talked with Toby again last night about leaving, if we can figure a way out. The “magic” spot has to work somehow, and we know it’s a possibility since that’s how Brax got here. I don’t really want to go. Not if it means leaving Thad and Jasper. Toby will stay with me, agree with whatever I decide. Brax, who knows, but even if we work things out, I’m staying here. Even the evil sea witch can’t change my mind. She is something that will be dealt with, and I refuse to let her evil ways hinder me. Toby and I, hell even Brax, are smart enough we can survive in this new world. My heart is here and I refuse to leave pieces of it behind.
Thirty-Three
July 1, 1785
Midday…
Adair
There is so much fabric. There are so many ties, flaps, and layers, and I don’t even know or recognize all of them. How did people dress themselves in this period?
I’m still shaking my brain every time I think or say anything having to do with us being in this weirdly messed up but so right in my heart situation. Now that I’ve been here a short time I can’t imagine going back to not knowing these men. Thad thinks he’s so scary, broken, and that his scowls keep me away when he’s grumpy, but he’s wrong. He’s gotten under my skin, crawling over every single part of my being, only to root his home in my heart.
And Jasper with his quiet manner as he takes everyone and everything in around him. He’s more dangerous than all the men with their strong bodies and bulging muscles combined. Jasper always knows what’s really going on and what the weaknesses are of those around him. However, the way he looks at me make shivers crawl deliciously up and down my spine. I care for him and I want more. His eyes tell me he does too.
As if I conjured him, Jasper walks to the door. His purposeful steps letting me know he’s here, the only sound he makes. “Thank goodness. Jasper, can you please put me out of my misery? I’m a hopeless case when it comes to this dress.”
His eyes narrow as he takes me in from head to toe. I must be a sight with my frustration and clothes surrounding me. I’ve always been on the shorter side of average height for a woman, but these men make me feel short. Jasper’s inches shorter than the other men. I would guess a few inches below six feet, but he’s still more than a head above me. His skin’s a smooth milk chocolate, the good expensive kind that melts on your tongue, and I wonder if he would taste as good. His body is compact with bulky muscles, the kind you can only get from long, hard days of manual labor.
My eyes have taken him in from head to foot and I run them back up to his face. His rich eyes are glistening pools of jade and I could lose myself in their depths. Pursed lips draw me down to their plush fullness. He has the most perfect indent over his top lip, and his bottom lip is the most delicious plump temptation. What would those gorgeous lips feel like roaming all over me or his teeth sinking into me with a teasing nip. There’s the briefest flash of his own desire before finding the steady mask of neutrality he so often wears.
So quietly I almost don’t hear him he says, “You really need to learn some self control, Adair, my sweet.” At that moment I realize I’ve once again allowe
d my thoughts to spill unfiltered. My traitorous brain allows my mouth to talk without permission.
“Jasper, I… I’m…” But my words are cut off with a wave of his hand as he walks closer to me.
“I’ll help you with any of your needs. All you have to do is ask. Let me help you with your dress. Turn around and remove your shirt.” His rich, smooth voice is different from the others but no less demanding. My body reacts to his innocent command wishing his intent was to get the remainder of my clothes off not to stuff me in a million hot, suffocating layers. His eyes are so intense they’ve become a darker green, still jade, but more rugged like the stone before it’s polished. He stops only a foot or two from of me and just stands. He stares, patiently waiting for me to comply.
I pull the over-sized, gauzy white shirt of Thad’s above my head to reveal my tank. His breath slightly hitches but if I wasn’t holding his stare so intently I would’ve never caught his reaction. It dawns on me how many clues there were that he has wanted more than my friendship all along. That he wants more than the stolen kisses here and there. I feel so naive in this moment.
Have I shown him how much I want him, all of him, and in every way as well? Is it possible to want and care for so many men at once? Is there enough of me to satisfy them all?
I don’t think and just grab the hem of my tank and slowly pull it upward. The soft lines of my stomach come into view and I hesitate slightly right under my breasts. My heart thumps loudly in my ears with fear that I might’ve misunderstood and he isn’t ready to take us to the next level. I tug higher and his eyes move from jade to emerald as they darken with his desire. I bare my breasts before him, my nipples peaked in hardness at the coolness of the room and with my desire.
I give Jasper one last look as my gravelly voice asks, “Like this, Jasper? Is this how you want me?” In two steps he’s behind me and closer than needed. Mere inches separate us and the heat from his body causes my already overheated one to flush. I can barely feel his hardness against me. It might be my imagination because I don’t feel it again. He leans down, his mouth at the curve where my back meets my ass, and reaches for the thin under dress that is designed to keep the sweat from my dress.
His breath tickles the spot as he whispers, “Yes, Adair. You’re a remarkable, beautiful woman.” The lightest touch against my skin and his work worn fingers meet my back. I question the whole of this current experience as he both touches yet doesn’t touch me in the most beautiful way. He moves higher and his touch becomes a little firmer against my skin.
My skin heats under the brush of his fingers, goosebumps rise with my shiver. Repeating this until he’s at the nape of my neck, he rubs soft, sensual feather light touches. I lean into him, arching my back to chase his touch. He continues to tease, which causes me to become excited to the point that my wetness now coats my panties. He replaces his fingers with his mouth. I groan at the feel of warm, wet heat on my skin as he sucks and licks me.
“Jasper,” I moan with pent up need. His name becomes an invitation.
The air in the room changes and Jasper’s fingers stop moving. I turn to the sound of Thad’s deep voice.
“What do we have here? Does she taste as good as you imagined when you touch yourself and wonder what it would be like to lick her, swallow her into you? As silky smooth everywhere as the lips you kissed? As heated as the inside of her mouth that you caressed with your tongue? That you long to thrust your manhood inside? My breath is stolen at what a beautiful sight you both gave me when I happened upon you.” With a slight hitch in his voice, Thad commands, “Jasper, come here.” Jasper’s hands fall from me and I want to protest, but the expression on Thad’s face tells me to hold back those words.
I look Thad directly in his crystal blue eyes that scream with lust but are still demanding enough to keep me rooted in my place. I turn without breaking eye contact and make no attempt to cover myself. Pleasure courses heavily through my veins as I see his breath hitch for the second time since entering this room at my half nakedness displayed before him. His eyes are still on mine as Jasper appears beside him.
Having made my decision to see where this leads, I push down my untied skirt. I stand before them in just my thin panties. With a daring look, I grasp and lower them over my legs in a slow tease until I can kick them to the side. I stand before both men naked as an offering ready and willing. Thad growls and yanks Jasper tightly against his body then places a light kiss against the outer edge of Jasper’s ear to whisper words to him I can’t hear.
Watching them, knowing what they’ve done to each other before, my breath is sucked from me as I realize how erotic this is. Light against dark with quick, stolen touches but never quite crossing the line. I never thought the sight of them so close would make my pulse race and desire peak but it has. I feel overheated with my need to be touched more than I’ve ever known.
Thad, as he still stares into my eyes, takes a small step back from Jasper. Jasper’s hands push against the upper edge of Thad’s breeches and tugs roughly on the material of his shirt to untuck it. Jasper presses against Thad’s tight, muscular ab muscles to move the fabric up and bare Thad’s body to me. When Jasper reaches Thad’s pectoral muscles, he squeezes slightly before he skims Thad’s hard nipple with his calloused thumb. Thad breaks eye contact with me for the first time when his eyes close as he is lost in the sensations of Jasper’s touch. Jasper moves his hands around to Thad’s lower back and repeats the slow trail up as he glides them over the hard planes of Thad’s back. Jasper stops to hold Thad in an almost hug to pull the fabric up and over his head before he discards it on the floor.
Jasper moves to his knees and places his face directly in front of what is clearly the outline of Thad’s erection that strains against the fabric. Jasper places his hands on the top of Thad’s thighs to move them up and around the outside of his hard cock, but barely allows a breeze of his touch to make contact. Thad groans at Jasper’s tease, and I’m lost in the scene they make together. I’ve never seen something so erotic in my life. I’m mesmerized and can’t look away.
Jasper turns to look at me and grins playfully. In that very moment I realize I was right and Thad is the key. Jasper’s only opened himself fully, at least sexually, with Thad. I’m being allowed more than just a glimpse into how they show each other pleasure, but this is the only way Jasper knows how to offer a bit more of himself to me, at least for now. Somehow I want them both even more. Jasper for opening up and Thad for giving him the means to do so.
I can’t contain the moan that escapes my lips as Jasper swiftly unties the laces of Thad’s pants. Thad, previously lost in the sensation, looks to me as if he just remembered I’m in the room.
“Do not touch yourself, Adair. I own your pleasure and will decide when you’re touched.” He stops to groan and forgets his next words as Jasper’s hand grazes him to pull off the flap of fabric hiding his cock. His cock springs free, and I feast my eyes upon it. Long and thick but not so large I struggle to take him. He is divine. His body a work of perfection that fits the essence of who Thad is in every way. He stands confident and demanding yet offers Jasper permission in a small, yielding way. Jasper pulls away from Thad to grasp the length of Thad’s cock with his large hands and pumps twice before he bends to lick the drop of precum that’s leaked onto Thad’s cock.
Jasper takes a moment to look up at Thad as he pulls away. His eyes show more respect than they do love or affection. Their actions are purely of pleasure, and while there may be love between them, it’s not based off of a romantic nature. Jasper shows his submission to Thad in the slight hang of his head and the way he sits waiting for permission to see what his next step might be.
It doesn’t take long to find out when Thad rasps, “Jasper stay here and on your knees but turn to get a good look at my bed. I want to hear your moans as you pleasure yourself to me tasting and pleasing Adair until she is fully sated.”
Thad leaves Jasper and walks directly to me while Jasper positions h
imself to the orders he was given. Thad reaches me quickly, and even though I watch his approach, I still let out a squeal when he grasps me roughly and pulls my bared body to his. His mouth descends on mine and I am breathless. His lips demand I open for him and I seek the ability to show him how much I need relief. Thad’s tongue touches mine in a swirl of passion that shows me that he’ll be in control of my pleasure.
My moan is needy and desperate as I wiggle against him to beg him with my body for more than a kiss. I try to move my hands to him so I can feel him but he stops me before I’m able to make full contact. He pushes my arms behind my back and gathers them in one of his hands to hold them behind me. Thad pulls them as far back as he can but also ensures my comfort.
Thad’s free hand flattens on my back to run up and down the length of it in a slow, infuriating tease. I want him to touch me already. Make me forget that we are going to this ball. He leans down and rubs his nose down the length of my neck before he wiggles under my earlobe, which causes my head to shift to the side. His tongue traces my outer ear then he sucks my lobe.
“My little bird, my fierce Adair. You can wiggle and give me looks that could dagger my heart to kill me if you had a chance, but you still won't make me do anything before I’m ready. Give yourself to me, in this way, and I’ll show you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.” My whimper interrupts his speech and draws his attention to my eyes. Whatever he sees makes him pick me up swiftly to lay my naked body on the bed.
Thad looks at Jasper to ensure he’s still watching us and my gaze follows his. Jasper’s taken his own clothes off and now kneels before us. His face clearly shows he’s enraptured by us as he slowly strokes himself. I cannot help but look at his hand going up and down his thickness. He’s shorter in length than Thad but thicker. His cock is perfect like him. Both of these men feel designed for me just like Toby and Brax.