Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Sticks and stones, Jas. Sticks and motherfucking stones.”
I smiled at those words. They were the same ones he said to me whenever I got into a fight at school because some asshole thought he could talk shit about Sadie. About my shitty dad. My family in general.
And I’d never forget them.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Mo
After another shift at Midnight Mass, yet another late-night shift at Lucky Lopez, and an hour and a half at Sadie’s side, I finally fell asleep just before the sun came up. This schedule was exhausting, and like I’d already told Jasper, I couldn’t keep it up. Not for more than a few more days.
Hell, even that might kill me.
But it wasn’t thoughts of my pregnancy or Jasper that had me awake just a few hours after my head hit the pillow. It was a sound that, as I slowly came to full consciousness, I realized was someone pounding on my door.
Pounding like they were the goddamn police.
I stayed under my comforter, clutching my pillow like a security blanket for another minute, waiting for the nausea to take over the way it always did first thing in the morning.
After two minutes of waiting—and knocking—the nausea didn’t come, so I swung my legs over the bed and reached for my black silk robe before I went to see who was trying to beat my door down.
Jasper. Of course, it was fucking Jasper, looking hot and angry and torn up about Sadie and like he hadn’t slept for days. My heart leaped, my ovaries pulsed, and my pussy clenched at the sight of him.
“Jasper? What are you doing here?” I shook my head. “And so goddamn early?”
“You alone?” He growled the question, almost jealous. Almost as if the answer mattered more than he would ever admit.
I tightened the robe around me and sighed. “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I’m alone.” It would be nice if he cared, but this was likely about work.
“Oh, and thanks for the flowers and chocolates, but it was completely unnecessary.” If I got a gift every time he hurt my feelings or fucked someone else, I’d be even more flush than I already was.
“Glad you like them,” he said dismissively, his gaze scanning the space behind me just in case there was another man lurking around. Finally, he pushed inside and looked around the living room and the kitchen, low-key peeking inside my bedroom. Just in case.
“What do you want, Jas?” He was acting strange, which was expected given all the stress he was under, but I wasn’t what he wanted. Or what he needed.
He turned with that smile that was guaranteed to incinerate my panties if I’d been wearing any. “You.”
I let out a sigh and shook my head. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not in the mood.”
He stepped in close, his big hands going to my tits over the robe, squeezing and kneading while his mouth worked my neck and collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
His lips were fire and magic, and my pussy pulsed to life. I trembled under his touch, and Jasper laughed, the sound deep and gravelly like honey poured over rocks.
“Oh, I can get you in the mood, Mo.”
He knew I was thisclose to giving in, to submit to his sexual needs. I knew it too, but today I hated myself for giving in.
His finger found my pussy bare and soaked as it slid in, testing how ready I was for his thick cock. A finger pumped in and out of me, right there against the wall beside my bedroom. My hips swirled and silently begged for more while Jasper licked my collarbone and pulled my sensitive nipples in his mouth.
“Fuck, Mo. These tits…so fucking perfect.”
I closed my eyes and listened to his grunts and groans, his sounds of satisfaction as he explored my body with his mouth and tongue and teeth.
Jasper kissed his way down my body, taking extra time on my tits before sliding down my belly. One kiss on my left hip. The right hip.
He gripped my thighs tight, spreading them wide before he slung one over his shoulder, burying his tongue deep in my pussy. He fucked me with his tongue and swirled his tongue around my swollen, slick clit. It was the best kind of torture, heaven and hell as fire swirled around us.
He licked and sucked, lapping at my pussy like it was the only thing in this whole world he wanted. I gripped his hair tight, fucking his face until my body started to tremble.
My legs shook, and I watched Jasper as he watched me. He ate my pussy and stroked his cock, putting on an erotic show just for me. His eyes smiled, and that was what I needed before my control snapped and the honey from my pussy slid down his tongue. He lapped up every drop until my legs were weak.