“Oh God,” I moaned pushing my head harder against the bed. Jasper didn’t waste any time licking my now exposed throat and kissing my chin. “What’s happening?”
Something was happening, something big, something I wasn’t sure I wanted to happen. Everything was sensitized, I could feel every fine hair on my body standing on end.
“Almost there,” he groaned. “Let go.”
I shook my head trying to stop whatever was happening, but it wouldn’t stop.
“Oh fuck.”
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, Emily.”
When it broke it wasn’t a dam, it was a geyser that shot me out of this universe somewhere far, far away. My vision blurred, and before I could let out a wail of pure unadulterated bliss, Jasper took my mouth and silenced me. He slowed his strokes to lazy, gentle glides, bringing us both down to earth.
My breathing returned to normal, and somewhere in the throes of ecstasy, I must’ve closed my eyes because when I opened them Jasper’s handsome face was gentled and he was looking down at me.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hi.” I smiled.
He brushed my sweaty hair off my face, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Welcome back.” He returned the smile.
“What was that?” I asked.
Jasper chuckled and kissed my forehead. “Let me get rid of this.” He pulled out and went to go throw the condom away.
I rolled to my side to pull the covers down and climbed in. Jasper might have no issues walking around naked with his cut muscles and perfect body, but I preferred not to be lying naked when he got back.
What the fuck was that? I sat up and felt the bed, it was soaked like I had peed the bed. I was patting the comforter when Jasper came back into the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” he asked noting my frantic movement.
“Nothing?” It was meant to be an answer, but it sounded more like a question even to my own ears.
Jasper moved to the bed, and when he saw where I was feeling, he looked up at me with a smug grin gracing his face. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. I didn’t know what to say, or how to ask. But this was ridiculous. Could a woman even pee when she was having sex? Because I think I peed the bed.
“Why’s the bed so wet?” I asked my face heating up to five hundred degrees.
He didn’t answer right away, he pulled the back covers, slid into bed, and once he was settled, he tagged me by my arm and pulled me to him. He tucked me in close and started to graze my back with his fingertips.
“Why’s the bed so wet?” he repeated then answered, “That’s all you.”
“All me?” I asked. “I don’t mean to sound like an ass, but I’ve had sex before, and the bed has never been that wet.”
“Good. Well, good for me, bad for you I guess.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m happy that I’m the only man that has ever made you orgasm so intense that you left the bed that wet. Bad for you, because if that felt half as good for you as it did for me, then baby, you’ve been missing out.”
“You got that right,” I mumbled. “I didn’t know.”
Oh God. I was really talking about this with him. We had just had sex. Mind-blowingly good sex, earth-shattering, in fact. And here I was asking why the bed was wet. What the hell was wrong with me?
“Know what?” he prompted.
“I’ve changed my mind about asking questions. I’ll Google it. We should just lie here and let me relax in my post best-sex-ever buzz.”
“I gotta tell you, I’m pleased as fuck that you’re buzzing with post best-sex-ever high. But there’s nothing we can’t talk about. There’s never a reason to be ashamed or embarrassed in our bed.”
“Okay.”
“And one more thing you should know. That was hands down best-sex-ever for me, too. And not just physically, emotionally, too. There might not have been anything sweet and gentle in the movements, but I felt every part of our connection to my soul.”
I started to drift off, the hand rubbing my back lulling me to sleep. I should’ve put some clothes on in case Jason needed me, but I didn’t want to lose the skin-on-skin contact. We molded together perfectly.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Jasper
“I’m not drinking that fruity girly shit. If I wanted a juice box, I’d take one of Jason’s Capri Suns,” I told Harrison when he offered me a try of his Blue Hawaiian.
We were all at our favorite restaurant, great burgers and the coldest draft craft beer in the entire state. It wasn’t too long ago it was just the four of us. Me, Lenox, Clark, and Levi would come in here when we got home from a mission and enjoy a meal. Nothing screamed the good ‘ole US of A like a burger and beer. Now our tribe has grown. Lenox had Lily and Carter. I had Emily and Jason, and somehow Connor and Harrison came with them like a package deal or some shit. Over the last two months, Connor and I had formed a pretty tight friendship. He kind of slid into the group and fit in. Harrison was growing on me, a little. His saving grace was that he was good to Jason. Connor’s job had taken him away a few times, but unlike mine, he didn’t leave the country.
It seemed that the assholes of the world had taken a break from being assholes and the team hadn’t been deployed in over three months. I was starting to get a little restless. I was used to the rush of my job, I loved it. Even though Emily and Jason were waiting at home for me every day when I got off work, my job had become boring. It wasn’t in my DNA to be a desk jockey. The only good part was I did get to spend a lot of time with them.
Emily’s laugh pulled me from my musings. “Could you imagine Jasper drinking a fruity vodka drink?”
“It’s rum,” Harrison corrected looking a little dejected that I wouldn’t try his drink.
“Hand it over,” Clark said. “Unlike these pretty boys, I’m secure in my manhood.”
The table laughed.
“What the hell does not liking fruit juice with my alcohol have to do with my manhood?” I asked.
“Nothing, I suppose. I just wanted to question your manhood now that Emily has your balls in a sling,” Clark said. I shot him a look over the table and glanced at Jason. “Oops. Sorry.”
“Mama, did you take Jasper’s slingshot away, too? Uncle Connor bought me one, but Mom said I couldn’t have it, that I would shoot out the windows,” Jason explained.
Lily lost the battle, her water spraying out of her mouth onto the table in front of her. She quickly grabbed a napkin off the table to wipe her face. “Yeah, Jasper. Did Emily take your slingshot?” Lily giggled.
There was so much I could say about what Emily did with my balls and how fucking great she was at it. Unfortunately, with Jason sitting there, those thoughts died in my head.
“Bud, there comes a time in a man’s life when he meets a woman. Not just any woman, but the perfect woman. When he meets her, she complements him in every way. Now, when that woman comes along, a smart man, he knows that she’s one-of-a-kind and gladly hands his slingshot over. A man will always choose his woman over a toy.”
“I get to keep my toys, right? No way, I’m giving away my Legos,” Jason asked.
“Your Legos are safe.”
“Can I get you anything else?” The waitress walked over to the table standing next to me. She was making me uncomfortable standing way too close. I put my arm around Emily and pulled her a little closer. “Not for me. Babe, you want anything else?”
“No, thank you.” Emily smiled and shook her head. She’d caught on to what I was doing.
“I think we’re good.”
The waitress looked at my arm around Emily then back at me and walked away.
“You always get hit on like that?” Emily asked.
“Everywhere,” Clark helpfully answered.
“No. He’s exaggerating.” I shook my head telling Clark this was not up for discussion. Emily knew about my past. I wasn’t going to allow her face to get rubbed in my stupidity. If she wanted to know something, I w
ould tell her. Not my friends, and not at a table where she could be embarrassed or hurt. I didn’t like thinking about all the woman I had been with, so I knew she sure as fuck didn’t want to hear about them.
“So, Shane and I have something to tell you all,” Lily started. Lenox threw his arm around his wife’s shoulder and smiled. “We’re gonna have another baby.”
Congratulations came out of my mouth, and a smile hit my face. Fist bumps were exchanged, and Emily got up to hug Lily. I had become a master of masking my emotions, this moment was no different. I pretended to be happy for my friends and toasted their good news. But inside? Inside my gut twisted and panic bubbled to the surface. Lily had almost died when she was delivering baby Carter. What did I do? I didn’t stay and support my friends. My pussy ass ran. I couldn’t see past my grief to stand by my friend while his wife and child were in distress. All I could think about was Liz dying.
Seeing Lily pregnant the first time around was torture. I’d always thought that when the two rabbits decided to get pregnant again, I’d ask the Commander to put me out in the field. A nine-month field assignment so I didn’t have to see Lily start to show and see the excitement on their faces. I was a coward and a complete dick. Now that I had Emily, I couldn’t run to the Middle East somewhere and hide out. Fuck.
The conversation flowed around me, and I listened. Emily sensing my mood change had gotten closer, her hand on my leg that was normally soothing did nothing.
“I hate to cut this short, but I’m exhausted,” Emily announced.
“Yeah, it’s getting pretty late. I need to get Carter down,” Lily agreed.
We said our goodbyes, more hugs and congratulations were said.
By the time we’d gotten home, I had needed a minute alone. Emily didn’t say a word when we walked in the house, and she took Jason to help him get ready for bed.
I grabbed a beer and went out to the back deck. I sat out there long after I finished my beer, lost in thought. Why hadn’t Emily given me an answer yet if she and Jason would move in? They were still living with me, but when she spoke to her mother, who incidentally was batshit crazy, Emily always said they were staying here. Not living here. She hadn’t told her mom that she was looking for places to move to, nor had she brought it up to me. But she had yet to make it official. I checked my watch, and it was well past eleven, I’d been out on the deck for hours.
I tossed my bottle in the trash, locked up the house, and checked in on Jason. He was sound asleep in his bed. Exactly where he should be. As fucked up as my head was, one thing was certain. I loved Emily and Jason. I couldn’t imagine my life without them.
When I entered our bedroom, Emily was already in bed. Her back was to me, and she was under a mountain of covers. That woman was always cold until I warmed her up then all the covers ended up on the floor. I undressed and got into bed behind her, her sexy ass pushed against my dick as she tried to cuddle closer.
I kissed the back of her head and tucked her in. Her ass wiggled again, and my dick jumped to life.
“Babe,” I warned.
She pushed her ass back and turned her head looking over her shoulder at me. “I need you,” she whispered.
I didn’t deserve this woman. Even after I had been silent and distant on the way home she was still giving, not only of her body but her support.
I ran my hands over her belly down between her legs, spreading her folds, checking her readiness. She was wet and slippery and fucking hot.
I guided myself to her opening and slid inside. Home.
“I love you, Emily,” I whispered into her hair gently rocking into her massaging her breast with my free hand.
There was no urgency for release tonight. Our lovemaking was slow and gentle, a perfect coupling. I kept a lazy rhythmic pace wanting it to last as long as possible. Emily was nearing her breaking point. Her back arched and her hips moved countering my strokes, her movements detonating my release. My balls tightened, and my dick stiffened even more. Her orgasm broke, and her pussy convulsed. I planted myself deep and let go with her, the pulsations in her pussy drawing my orgasm out.
With my arm wrapped tightly around her and my dick still deep, I drifted to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Emily
Thank God it was Saturday, and I didn’t have to get up to take Jason to school. Jasper wasn’t in bed with me when I woke up this morning. I rolled to my back and stared up at the ceiling. What was I doing? It had been over three months since I had worked. I hadn’t even been seriously looking for a job. Years ago I had taken some classes in graphic design but never finished my degree. Over the years I’d kept up with the latest design software and had taught myself everything I didn’t learn when I stopped going to school. My logos and designs were pretty damn good. I started selling my pre-made work online and had picked up a few custom orders. Nothing huge, but I had some spending money. Jasper refused to take money for rent or food, so we were basically living here for free. I argued with him about letting me pay, especially after everything he had purchased for the house. He explained that all the things I did around the house more than paid for rent. I didn’t believe him, but it did feel good he appreciated me cleaning and cooking. I enjoyed taking care of him and Jason. I loved him coming home every day to us.
There had been some changes in Jasper over the last few weeks, little things. I figured he was getting antsy about not getting deployed. I mentioned it to Lily, and she confirmed Lenox was the same way. It made sense; the guys were always on the go. And recently, they’d been doing nothing but training. Plus side for me was Jasper’s already impressive muscles had gotten even bigger and harder. Last night, after Lily announced she was pregnant, had been the biggest change. He thought he hid it, that when his mask came down none of us could see through it. We could. I could. I knew that man like the back of my hand, his every mood.
He was freaked the hell out that she was pregnant. And I didn’t know how to help him. Well, I did know how to help, however, not without possibly destroying our relationship. I was trying to find a way to broach the subject with Jasper when he walked in the bedroom.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said on a smile.
He was so damn good-looking and sweet. Which sounded ridiculous describing a badass as sweet, but he was. He was thoughtful, kind, generous, supportive – everything I could ever want in a man was wrapped up in Jasper.
That’s why this was going to suck. Possibly shatter my soul. But I had to do it. Not for me or Jason, but for him.
“Morning,” I replied. “I should get up and get Jason ready.”
Connor would be here soon to pick Jason up. He was taking him to Savannah for the weekend. It was the perfect time to talk to Jasper in case we both had melt-downs so Jason wouldn’t be here to see it.
“Connor already picked him up.”
Holy crap. “I didn’t realize it was so late. He wasn’t packed.” I started to get out of bed as if I could do something now that they were gone.
“Slow down. Connor was early. He said he wanted to beat the weekend traffic. I packed Jason up.”
See! Thoughtful and kind.
“Sorry,” I grumbled. I couldn’t believe I didn’t even kiss my boy good-bye before they left.
“Don’t be. It wasn’t a problem. Connor will have Jason Facetime you when they get to the hotel. You hungry?”
Even though my stomach was empty, my nerves wouldn’t allow me to eat.
“No, but thank you.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked his eyes narrowing.
I should’ve known I wouldn’t have been able to hide anything from him. This was why I lost at poker every time we played with the guys; I was incapable of hiding my emotions.
“Let me get dressed.” I felt too vulnerable talking to him while I was still in bed naked.
I thought he was going to demand I tell him, but instead, he said, “I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
I waited for him to leave before I
jumped out of bed and got dressed. I brushed my hair and debated whether or not to pull it up. Jasper loved my hair down, he told me often how beautiful it was, how much he loved to run his fingers through it. I decided against the ponytail, I needed to use everything I had in my arsenal to remind him that he cared for me. If that meant something as silly as my hair, I’d use it. Stupid? Yes. Completely irrational, yes. Yet there I was trying it.
Jasper was on the couch flipping through the sports channels when I joined him. He immediately turned the TV off and tossed the remote on the table.
“What’s going on?” he asked. No small talk, straight to the point. “Whatever it is I can fix it.”
“I hope so,” I grumbled. “We need to talk about Lily.”
“What about Lily?”
“Actually, more to the point your reaction to her being pregnant,” I said.
There it was – his mouth got tight, there was a shift in the air, and the mask came down. “That reaction.” I pointed out.
“I’m happy for them,” he said not acknowledging the problem.
“I know you are. But that doesn't negate the wall you just threw up.”
“I didn’t put up a wall between us,” he argued.
“Jasper, you have never lied to me. Don’t start now. You might not be intentionally building it between you and me, but baby, you just built a fortress around yourself. And I’m afraid you’re gonna lock yourself in there.”
Jasper’s expression was as hard as the very stones in the wall I accused him of building. Hard like granite. Unbreakable.
“You think I’m lying to you? What the fuck, Emily?” Jasper stood and starting walking the room.
This was exactly what I was afraid of. He was not ready to hear what I had to say.
“No. I think you’re lying to yourself. Before we started this, you told me you had to tell me something. When you started that conversation, you asked me not to interrupt you. I’m asking you now to let me talk and you listen.” He nodded his head, and I continued. “It’s time you deal with your feelings surrounding Liz and Alesha. I know you looked into their medical records, you read the files, but nowhere in that conversation did you tell me that you called Liz’s family to speak to them personally or had you gone back to Montana to make things right with Liz.”
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