Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“I can’t wait to live out there, build a life with you, and be your wife.”
“Fuck, what those words do to me. Think we have time for a quickie?” I cock my eyebrow, but I see the blush on her cheeks, and I know one thing for sure, I’m going to see it travel the length of her body.
“Yes, I’ll just have to be quiet.” I walk away from her, to the door, lock it, and stroll back.
“That won’t be an easy task for you. Show me what’s mine,” I growl out.
Aspen does exactly what I ask. Her hands skim down her body, giving me a view of how I know she likes to tease us both. Hell, I’ve studied every inch of her in those weeks, and all we had was a phone to get us through the nights.
“I’m sure you can help me though, won’t you, Jasper?” She slowly peels the skirt of her dress back, her upper thighs coming into full view. I lick my lips, my eyes never leaving where her hands are. When her bare pussy comes into view, I fucking attack.
“You know I’ll help you keep that mouth shut, but first you’re going to tell me why you think it’s okay to go out in public without panties on.” I stalk towards her.
“That’s easy. I saw you walking up to the store. Why do you think I was out of breath when you came in? I rushed in here to take my panties off. I saw the look on your face this morning when I was getting ready. Between me being pregnant with my raging hormones and you home, we can barely keep our hands off one another.” She’s breathless. My hand cups her pussy. I can feel the desire dripping out of her core.
“Fuck, you’re amazing. Always keeping me on my toes, matching me every step of the way. I’m going to fuck you right now, then, when you get off work, I’m going to bend you over the edge of the bed and fuck you again.” I turn my hand. The heel of my palm rubs against her clit as I push two fingers inside her dripping wet cunt.
“God, yes,” Aspen moans. Keeping her quiet is going to be hard as hell, but I’m up for the challenge.
“How fast do you think you can come with just my fingers?” My mouth finds hers, not giving her a chance to answer. The only answer she gives me is tightening around my fingers as I swallow her moans.
“That was ridiculously fast, even for me,” she mutters, coming down from her orgasm.
I lift my fingers, holding her eyes as I paint her lips, my own breath choppy as her fingers undo my jeans, as her hand fists my cock. Now it’s her who’s swallowing my moans as I taste her with my lips and tongue.
“I’m going to come inside you, Aspen, then you’re going to put those fucking panties back on, and you won’t be cleaning up afterwards either. I want me on you until you get home today.” I proceed to do just what I promised until we’re both falling apart together.
Epilogue
Aspen
Two And A Half Years Later
Stone and I are sitting on the picnic blanket beneath the big oak tree in our front yard. There’s even a swing, where I’ll sit with Stone in my lap on the days Jasper can’t make it home from the oil rig. We’ve been lucky, and that doesn’t happen all too often. On the rare occasions, Stone and I would ride up to the campsite and stay with the man who has captured our hearts completely.
“Da,” Stone babbles to me while standing and slowly walking towards me.
“Yeah, he’s on his way home. Are you ready to see him?” He looks so much like his dad—dark hair, those big beautiful brown eyes, darker skin tone than my porcelain one. He even has Jasper’s smirk when he’s getting into mischief.
“Ya, ma, ya!” His hands are up in the air now. I swoop him up while getting up off my feet, spinning around in circles.
“Look who that is, Stone,” I point to the truck that’s barreling down the dirt road that leads to our property. True to Jasper’s word, we had the wedding of my dreams, but instead of back home in Lodgeview, it took place on our land. His mom, my parents, my brother, Bridger, his wife, Kellie, my sisters, Peyton and Rowen, along with Rowen’s husband, Braxton, and Berkley stood with us.
Jasper stood under the geometric backdrop, sprays of sage and pampas grass weaved through it. He cussed the entire time we built that together. Mostly because I refused to sit down while he tried to hold it up and screw the nails in. I mean, seriously, I wasn’t pregnant anymore, though I was postpartum. Still, it wasn’t enough to make me sit back and watch him do it all, especially if Stone was asleep. Once he was awake, he was firmly attached to my boob or in Jasper’s arms.