Becoming Three

by Cameron Dane

  “Maybe it wasn't nothing,” Sarah said. Her natural, clean scent attacked Jasper, reviving his earlier raw desire, no matter the words coming out of her mouth. “Maybe you really were sexually attracted to Caleb.”

  Jasper's nostrils flared. He grabbed Sarah's shoulders and hauled her right up against the front of his body. “Then how come I'm hard right now because I'm standin' so close to you?” He yanked her head back and sealed his lips to hers with a rough, taking kiss. She clung to him and gave her mouth to him in an open display, moaning as she accepted the thrust of his tongue. Jasper pulled back and licked, and he found her dark gaze shining bright against the moonlight. “I know you can feel me pushin' into your belly.” He dragged her hand down and forced her to stroke up the length of his cock. “That ain't pokin' straight out right this second for anyone but you.”

  Sarah whimpered and threw herself into Jasper, kissing him with a feral nature that sluiced rocket fuel through his blood and throbbed a steady beat straight to his penis. She reversed their hold against his prick and shoved his hand between her legs, ripping the crotch of her panties out of the way. “Feel that?” She pushed Jasper's fingers through the slick folds of her sex and made a made a purring, needy noise when he slipped the tip of one inside. “No matter what you tell me”—she worked herself off on his probing finger—“I'm always going to get wet for you.”

  Desire slammed through Jasper, making him shake right where he stood. His need for this woman grew more potent every second he was in her presence. “You get me so damn hot, so damn fast.” He slid his finger deeper into the tight tunnel of her pussy, and his dick pounded with blood, greedy to get into the snug, slippery channel. Watching her face, Jasper eased another finger inside and rubbed over her sweet spot.

  Sarah bit her lip and grabbed onto his arm, crushing his wrist with the strength in her hold. “I want you,” she said. Breathless sexiness infused her voice, and her creamy skin deepened to a rosy color as she rocked her hips into his invasion. “I've dreamed about having you inside me again all day.”

  Jasper growled and pulled out. Sarah cried, “No,” and tried to shove his hand back between her legs.

  He flashed a fast grin. “Don't worry. I ain't leavin'.” He dipped down and wrapped his arms under her ass, lifted her and turned them, and pinned her to the wall. She tucked her legs around his waist and grabbed hold of his shoulders.

  Chuckling, Jasper said, “I got you. Let go of me”—he raked her up and down with an open stare—“and show me your tits.”

  The bad-girl smile—one Jasper now recognized as a very real part of Sarah—appeared. She let go of him and braced her shoulders against the wall. Her hands traveled up her stomach, pushing more of her shirt aside to show enticing bits of skin. “You want me to open this?” She fiddled with the two black buttons holding her shirt closed and held one hand over her covered breasts. “But you'll see everything.” Blinking those big brown eyes of hers, she chewed on the edge of her lip. “I'm not wearing a bra.” She moved her fingers over her chest, pulling enticingly at the fabric and revealing her pointed nipples.

  “I know.” Jasper closed his eyes and teased his stomach muscles over her exposed pussy lips. He breathed deeply and luxuriated in the rich scent of her juices releasing into the night air. Opening his eyes, Jasper nailed Sarah to the wall with more than his body. “Every time you sway your sweet ass when you walk, and every damn time you move your arms, I get a show of exactly what you're not wearin' under that scrap of clothes.”

  “You mean like when I do something like this?” Sarah spread her arms out wide on either side of her body and arched her back away from the wall. The fabric strained against her breasts, highlighting the dark color of her tight nipples. “Or like this?” She raised her arms over her head, linked her fingers, and the motion revealed the underside of her breasts.

  “Yeah.” Jasper's erection raged, and his mouth watered like hell too. “Just like that. And you damn well know it.” Swooping down, he opened his mouth over her breast and sucked her inside, clothes and all. He nuzzled and curled his lips around his teeth, frantic to torment the hard pebble of her nipple.

  “Here…here.” Sarah pulled at the buttons and yanked her shirt open, breaking Jasper's mouth away from her chest. “No more teasing. Just suck me.” Straining equally against his mouth and belly, Sarah became a quivering line that aroused all of Jasper's senses. He flicked his tongue over her puckered nipple and tugged the distended dark tip between his teeth.

  “Oh God, yes…” Sarah twisted and turned as if she could not remain still. “Do that again. I can feel it in my pussy.”

  Jasper curled his fingers into Sarah's buttocks and squeezed soft, bare skin; her panties had long ago shifted into the crack of her ass. He kneaded her backside, worried her breast with his lips and teeth, and alternated sucking the whole of her tit into his mouth and running his tongue over as much flesh as she would give him. Jasper didn't know how Sarah did it, but she tasted so fucking good, he never wanted to take his mouth off her skin.

  “Jas…” Sarah buried her fingers in Jasper's hair and pulled, stinging his scalp as she lifted his face up to hers. “I need you.” She ground her turned-out sex down his stomach and scraped herself over his pubic hair. “Fuck me.” She struggled against his groin and tried to get him inside her on her own. “Take me now.”

  “Hell yeah.” He shifted her hips in one move, lined her up with his cock, and plowed into her begging cunt in one full stroke, trapping her against the wall. She jerked and moaned, and Jasper did too as her pussy closed in around his member in a tight fist and pulled him deeper inside. Needing more, Jasper forced Sarah up higher onto the wall with his second hard thrust, clutching her ass and supporting her weight with his forearms under her thighs.

  Tilting her hips down for every drive up of his cock, Sarah wrapped her arms around Jasper's shoulders and held him tight, whispering, “Yes yes yes,” against his ear with each deep pounding. Jasper knew he bruised her delicate skin with his hold and fucking, but every time she squeezed him and gave him that throaty “yes” for more, he took her permission to an even more aggressive extreme.

  He let go of her thigh and jerked her head back, meeting the blur of her lusty gaze for only a second before closing in and ravishing her mouth with his kiss. Animal lust consumed Jasper, making him think of the beautiful violence in the stallions and mares he watched in mating season at the ranch. He ate at her mouth with savagery and penetrated her milking tight sex with ferocious spearing from his cock, crushing her into the wall with every deep thrust. Sarah clung to him and locked her thighs in a vise on his hips. She sank her short fingernails into his back in a gripping hold that surged down his spine and coiled in his belly and balls, throwing his fucking into overdrive.

  Releasing Sarah's hair, Jasper slipped his hands to the hills of her ass once again and held her in place for the relentless sawing of his cock. He drove her head into the wall with the force of his kiss and sank his tongue into her mouth with every bit as much force as he knifed his rigid length into her pussy. Sweaty flesh smacked against perspiring skin, excess slick moisture smeared Sarah's cunt and thighs, and all of it sent Jasper's basest desires out of control.

  “Too good.” He gritted his teeth and fought back orgasm, but could not stop pumping his hips into Sarah's welcoming core. “Gonna come.”

  “Don't slow down.” Sarah scratched Jasper's back. Her hot breath fanned his face and lips, stirring a shiver through him. “Oh mmn…” She circled her cunt into his crotch. “I want it. Want you.” Need colored the mahogany depths of her eyes, and they saw inside him right now in a way nobody ever had.

  Jasper looked into Sarah's unwavering stare and could see no future without her in it. “I…I love you.” The words clogged his throat, but once released, he could not stuff them down again. He dipped in and clung to her lips, savoring every sliver of contact. “I love you.”

  Her fingers slipped into his hair, and she held his face cl
ose. “Love you back, Jas.”

  Jasper keened and drove deep, pushing until he couldn't get inside Sarah any deeper, and then he let everything go, unloading his release. Hot lines of ejaculate left his body in sharp spurts, and he groaned low in his throat, shuddering as he filled Sarah with his seed.

  Sarah pushed her weight into the wall and shoved her hand between their bodies, going straight for her pussy. She rubbed up and down her slit, still stretched around his embedded cock, and triggered a tremor in him. Reaching down with her other hand, she unearthed her clit, held herself open, and started whipping her fingers over the engorged bead of flesh. “Oh…oh…” She looked down, and Jasper did too. She suddenly convulsed against him, and her channel contracted in strong waves, dragging another small spit of cum out of him as he watched and felt her come. Jasper held her up, reveling in the change in her skin, the tightness in her muscles, and the noises that escaped her and overcame her during orgasm.

  Eventually, the effects abated, and they both looked up, making eye contact again. “What?” Sarah offered him another one of those arousing grins as she slid to the floor and his cock slipped from her warmth. She tilted her head and poked his stomach. “You don't think just because we're together I can't help myself too?”

  “Sweetheart, I don't assume anythin' with you.” Jasper looked her up and down boldly and shook his head. “I ain't—am not—stupid.”

  “That”—she winked—“you are not.” She looked down at herself, shrugged, and removed her mussed panties and nightshirt. “I'm going to get a washcloth and towel.” She pecked a quick kiss on his shoulder and then grabbed her robe from the back of her door. “Be right back.”

  “Okay.” Jasper watched Sarah slip out of her bedroom, and he knew he had a big, stupid smile on his face. One of the wonderful, unexpected benefits of going slow with Sarah: they trusted each other. She had been bold enough to ask him to go with her for testing before they had sex. She very matter-of-factly showed him her case of birth control pills, and together they agreed they were going to be exclusive and decided not to use condoms.

  The second he saw Sarah so long ago, then still very much like a girl in many ways, Jasper knew in his gut she was the one. Every time he got near her, she only confirmed that feeling.

  Holy shit. I told her I love her. Not so hard to do, once out. And she told you she loves you too.

  Jasper shook his head and threw himself onto Sarah's bed. How did his sucky life, with a grandmother who threatened him with the vengeance of Jesus every single day until her death, and a brother who had no interest in finding a good path or clean living, lead him to the fortune of a fine woman to love, who loved him back?

  The door creaked, and Sarah reappeared. “Here you go.” She handed him a wet cloth and a larger, dry towel. “I wasn't sure you wanted it, but just in case.” She took off her robe and hung it back on the hook in her door.

  Jasper wiped his cock, balls, and inner thighs quickly with the warm washcloth and dried off just as fast. Sarah was right there, taking them and tossing them in her hamper, before he could utter a word. In the next breath, she climbed in bed beside him and pulled a blanket over them both.

  “Thank you for lettin' me be with you tonight,” Jasper said softly. His thoughts slipped back to the events of the day, but his body remained loose this time, in place of the tension that had thrummed through him for so many hours. Thanks to Sarah. A picture of Jace flashed in Jasper's mind too, disturbing in its rough handsomeness, but even the weird pull Jasper felt to the man couldn't drag him back to that bad place he'd been such a short time ago.

  Pulling Sarah against him, Jasper spooned her from behind. “I think I can maybe sleep now. I owe that to you.”

  “No owing, just helping each other.” Sarah snuggled into him and took his hand. “I'll be right here when you wake up.”

  Jasper tucked her head under his chin, holding the woman he loved as exhaustion finally caught up with him and he drifted to sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Sarah sat at the table in her kitchen, holding Jasper's hand, but she had her attention on Jace's back where he stood at the refrigerator.

  “What time did you finally get in?” she asked.

  “Honestly?” Jace turned, facing the table as he scratched his bare chest. “I really can't remember. Maybe around three.”

  Sarah was used to seeing Jace half-naked; right now, she focused on the red marring his eyes. “I suppose you're going to head right back out soon?”

  “Yep.” Jace shifted his gaze and exchanged a glance with Jasper. He actually held there, as if he were answering a question Jasper hadn't asked. “That woman needs someone to figure out what happened to her, why, and who did it.” Finally, Jace brought his attention back to Sarah. “The boss has already called the State Bureau of Investigations, but that's just to see if something similar is already out there in the system. We're waiting for them to get back to us, but this is our case, and we have to be on top of it.”

  Jasper hadn't spoken much last night about exactly what he and Ren discovered, but Sarah knew a few of the particulars already due to her job at the station and the many calls that had come and gone through the place yesterday. She was technically only the receptionist and dispatcher, but with a law-enforcement staff as small as Quinten's, she made a lot of the phone calls, did a lot of the grunt work, and assisted the sheriff and deputies in a thousand little ways that hopefully made it easier for them to do their jobs.

  Sarah's heart tugged at Jace's sincerity and determination. “At least eat something before you leave,” she told him. “Otherwise, I know you're going to go all day without stopping for food.”

  “Yes, Mother.” Jace pulled a face at her. “I was actually just looking to see if we had any eggs and bacon to go with the two piddly heels of bread we have left.” He shot her a pointed look.

  “Uh-uh.” Sarah raised a brow right back at him. “It's your turn to go to the store, not mine.”

  “No way,” Jace said. “I went last week.” He spun and strode for the calendar hanging from the side of the cabinets.

  “No, you didn't. Go ahead and take a look.” Sarah smiled against the rim of her coffee cup. “That was two weeks ago already. If you don't trust the name and date on the calendar, all you have to do is remember we had nice meals all last week, not nachos and pizza.”

  “Fine.” Jace grumbled some more under his breath as he moved back to the fridge. “I'll get to the store by tomorrow night. But just for knocking my nacho-making skills, I'm not going to make you any breakfast.” He looked over the door of the fridge and past Sarah. “Jasper, do you want some eggs and bacon”—Jace flashed a quick glare at Sarah—“and one heel of toast? I'm cooking.”

  Jasper darted his focus back and forth between Sarah and Jace; to Sarah it looked like he ran a thousand responses through his head. “Um, sure,” he finally said. “I could eat. Thanks.”

  “You are welcome.”

  Sarah just shook her head. She was surprised Jace hadn't stuck his tongue out; he had been known to do it with her. Sarah smiled to herself. In fairness, she'd probably done it as many times to him. Right now, she breathed easier just seeing him sober and in good spirits this morning. This case with the dead woman had the potential to escalate stress levels, as well as test the patience and skills of every law-enforcement officer in Quinten. Sarah knew she would worry about Jace and his issues with alcohol even more these next couple of days, weeks, months, perhaps longer, until they solved this case.

  Jasper squeezed Sarah's hand. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Don't worry. I'll share my breakfast with you.”

  “Hey!” Jace pointed with a spatula as he threw bacon into a frying pan. “I heard that.”

  The doorbell rang right then, chiming through the house.

  Jace swung in the direction of the hallway. “Who the hell is visiting us this early on a Sunday morning?”

  “That would be my date for the day.” Sarah finished her co
ffee and walked her cup to the sink. “You guys will have to enjoy your meal without me. I have plans.”

  “What?” Jace asked.

  “Plans?” Jasper shot to his feet.

  “Yes, plans.” Sarah grabbed a lightweight sweater off the back of her chair, slipped it on over her sundress, and looked up at Jasper. “I mentioned the guy I met at the youth center a few days ago. He's thinking about buying Mr. Compton's stretch of land and would like to get to know the area and meet some of the community. Remember? I met him through Ty, and I volunteered to show him around and introduce him to people?”

  “Right.” Looking down to the floor, Jasper shuffled backward a few steps. “I guess with everythin' going on, I forgot about it.”

  “I'm sorry.” Sarah stepped into Jasper and laid her hands on his stomach. He had a shirt on, but she could still feel his hard, bare skin under her fingers as if no fabric existed between them. “I should have reminded you.” Leaning up on tiptoe, she pressed a kiss to Jasper's lips, lingering for a second until he kissed her back. “I have to go.” She rubbed her thumb over his lower lip and removed the sheen of lip gloss she'd left behind.

  She started walking backward out of the kitchen and down the hall, with Jasper following. She hated to leave him today, even for a short time, but she'd made a commitment and didn't like breaking her word. “You're welcome to hang out if you want, you know that. I should be back sometime in the middle of the afternoon.”

  Jace left the kitchen too, right on Jasper's and Sarah's heels. “What are you doing with this guy?” His stare bore into her, and his voice reeked with demand.