"I'm sorry about the way I acted," I said, my voice husky with emotion. "I got mad because I didn't want you to want her. I know that's selfish of me. You've been so great. But that concept of 'mine', let’s just say I take it a little too seriously."
He was quiet and looked away from me as I talked and I wondered what he was thinking but was afraid to ask. He had not made a single sarcastic or rude comment about Skye since he returned hours ago and though I was glad that he did not seem to resent her as much, it also made me uneasy.
It had not escaped my attention when they had shared some sort of look when Jasper had first entered the house. I did not even want to think about what that meant.
"Jasper," I murmured and leaned over him, taking his mouth again. He responded at once, kissing me back with renewed hunger.
My hand drifted to his cock and I glided my fist from the base to its head firmly. He let out a strangled groan as he hardened again under my touch.
"This has been mine for so long," I whispered into his mouth, stroking him slowly. "The thought of it belonging to someone else makes me want to punch a hole in the wall."
"Yeah?" he growled. "Imagine how I must be feeling then. She had you for two fucking weeks. It's my turn now."
His tongue twisted around mine as he moved and pinned me underneath him, thrusting his hips smoothly into my hand. A growl rumbled in his massive chest and he broke the kiss to graze his teeth along the side of my neck.
"Harder," he demanded roughly and I tightened my hold. He blew out a breath, screwed his eyes shut and fucked my fist with a force that made my wrist hurt from gripping him. "Oh, fuck," he grated and I bit his ear in response.
If he had not pounded my ass twice already, I would have let him do it again but a pounding from Jasper was like hurtling across space at lightning speed. I needed more time to recover.
"Get on top of me," he gasped suddenly in the heat of the moment much to my surprise and delight. "I want you on top. Now."
Releasing his dick from my hold, I pushed him onto his back and mounted him. The uninhibited roar he let out as I pleasured him with my whole body made me think of Skye.
A gut instinct that came from loving someone too much and knowing them inside out told me she was not using her headphones to drown out our sounds but I was too busy making hard-core love to my boyfriend to explore that thought any further.
Chapter 21
Jasper
I yawned my way out of the bedroom the next morning only to find a vision of blonde loveliness sitting atop my kitchen counter dressed in white shorts and tank top with long, tanned legs dangling in my line of sight like some kind of sweet offering.
She stopped eating her cereal and stared at my bare chest like she had never seen a man before. I cleared my throat to get her attention away from my half naked body and she blinked and gave me one of her breathtaking smiles, her glossy pink lips curving to reveal straight, pristine white teeth. I wanted to take her picture again. It was almost worth getting in trouble again just to capture this moment. Almost.
Cole had definitely hit the jackpot and I could not blame him anymore even in my heart. She was perfect.
"Bourn giorno," her warm, honeydew voice greeted me in Italian as she resumed eating her cereal. She jerked her head over her shoulder at the coffee machine. "I brewed some for you and made green tea for Cole. I heard you guys talking," she explained when I raised my eyebrow to question how she knew we were awake.
Oh, yeah? What else did you hear, you little minx? I wanted to ask but kept my mouth shut and headed behind the counter.
"Thank you," I said gruffly after a moment.
She turned her head to look at me. "What did you say?" she asked me in a dramatic whisper. "Who are you and what have you done to Jasper Wells?"
I narrowed my eyes at her but could not prevent my mouth from quirking into a smile. "Don't get used to it," I told her, bringing my cup to my mouth.
She grinned at me. "Don't worry. I think I like you better when you hate me," she confessed, putting her cereal bowl away. "Maybe I'm a masochist or something."
A tense silence followed her words. I didn't think she meant to say that last sentence out loud. Instead of taunting her about it, I decided to take the high road which was so out of character for me, it was unsettling.
"I think it's safe to say now that I was mostly mad at you and wanted to hate you because I saw you first but he was braver than me and decided to keep you," I said so quietly, I almost wished she did not hear me. It was so hard to admit that. "I was the one who told him to be with you and I meant it until I actually met you. That's when I realised I made a mistake thinking I could go through with this."
Skye turned her head to give me a wide-eyed look, her eyes so blue and innocent. So full of emotions. She looked at me for a long while and then whispered, "No. It's not safe to say that. Ever."
I swallowed at her nervous tone and nodded, understanding her warning.
