Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“No.” I shook my head. “I like what I got here just fine too.” I couldn’t imagine life got much better, though sometimes I felt a little…fuck, I didn’t know. Alone, or like something was missing.
We got to the campsite and set up our tent first thing. We were in a small open area in the middle of a group of trees, with a charcoal grill and a small firepit. It smelled like freedom out here and felt like comfort. It was as familiar as curling up under a warm blanket when it was cold outside, while listening to the crackle of wood in the fireplace.
Jasper said, “Let’s go swimmin’. I wonder if that old rope swing is still out there. If so, I betcha I can swing farther out than you.”
“You’re such a kid.” Though I couldn’t lie, the challenge set fire to my blood. I loved competing with Jasp.
“Like you’re not mentally plottin’ out all the ways you can try and beat me.” Jasper wrapped an arm around my neck, pulled me into a loose headlock, and gave me a noogie like I was a damn kid. I smelled sweat on his skin, mixed with an earthier smell like fresh-cut wood and amber.
I wrestled out of his hold before trying to do the same to him. Jasper was a quick sonofabitch, though, and was able to twist out of my grasp. Not one to give up easily, I went at him again, catching him off guard, tugging him close, just as my foot caught on a root and I went down.
Jasper fell on top of me, my body hitting the ground with a loud ompf.
“Clumsy ass,” he teased, before going straight into grappling mode, only all it did was end up with me on my back and Jasp between my legs. We were both trying to fight each other, but each time he moved, his body thrust against my cock, and…what the fuck? Warmth shot to my groin, blood flowing in that direction. I tried to twist us, tried to fight him off, but all it did was make Jasper rub against me more, the heavy massage of his body against my dick only making it throb more, plump faster, and Jesus fucking Christ, I was getting hard. If he felt it, if he realized it, it would bring that secret closer to the surface. It would ruin everything.
I shoved him off me and scrambled backward. Jasper hadn’t expected it, so his body had gone easily, his pupils blown wide in confusion. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
No, you felt good.
That thought twisted up my insides, made me both not like myself and feel more like myself than I ever had. But I couldn’t tell him that, couldn’t let him know, couldn’t ever risk losing him.
And I would.
Lose him.
There was no doubt in my mind about that.
“You elbowed me in the nuts,” I lied, giving an excuse to cup myself.
Jasper laughed, the sound working itself over me like a caress even though we weren’t touching. He was sweaty and dirty, both of us were, but fuck if his crooked smile wasn’t the happiest damn thing I’d ever seen, like the sun had crafted it itself.
“Sorry. I didn’t feel nothin’.” He winked.
“Ha-ha.” I didn’t mention that he’d seen my dick and there was definitely something there to see.
I turned away from him and shoved to my feet. I heard Jasper doing the same behind me. I adjusted myself, my dick already chilling out some as I heard him going through his bag, which he’d set on the picnic table.
When I heard a zipper, I knew he was tugging off his jeans to pull his swim trunks on. I couldn’t stand there forever with my back to him. I shouldn’t need to. So I turned around and went for my own bag. I changed into my swimming trunks too, and then we put everything in the tent and were on our way.
I needed to get my shit together, get my head on straight and evict these thoughts about Jasper that had been plaguing me more and more lately.
No good would come of it. No good at all.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jasper
Something was going on with Sutton, and I couldn’t figure out what. The only thing that came to mind was the anniversary of his family’s death. Obviously, that was a major heartbreak in his life and always would be, but he hadn’t been this off on this date in years. And lately…sometimes he would be like his normal self, but then suddenly it was like a switch had been flipped in him, like when we were wrestling. How many times in our lives had we done that? And he’d never thrown me off him the way he did now. I was pretty sure I hadn’t elbowed him in the nuts.