Jasper Wells had not texted or called my number since the day I had left him. I was the one who had made a couple of necessary calls to him when I had been at work just to check on some things. Both times he had been curt and had abruptly ended the phone call before I could finish saying goodbye.
And now he wanted to text?
-'Mmm. Not my fault. I'm not a cockblocker. It's all on Cole. You guys can fuck like bunnies 24/7 for all I care.' - Jasper the Asshole.
I sighed when I realised that he really did not get it. He really did not see why Cole would hold himself back from fucking me because Jasper wouldn't if he was in Cole's place.
I frowned at the screen, thinking deeply. It wasn't Cole Jasper had a problem with. Cole would never hurt him or leave him. The light of triumph I had witnessed in Jasper's eyes when Cole would not side with me this evening told me that Jasper was aware of it now. He had Cole's unwavering loyalty, no matter what.
For some reason, I didn't feel jealous about that. He wasn't mad at Cole. He was mad at me. He had shut himself off from everything that brought him joy, including sex, because of what I had done.
My fingers hovered over the keypad and I made myself type and send the message.
-'I'm really sorry I hurt you. I thought I was doing the right thing.'
He didn't reply for several long minutes. I grabbed a bottle of water from my nightstand and gulped some down as I waited. Just when I started to think he wouldn't bother, his text came through.
-'I tried that thing you wanted me to with your panties. I think it's working. Want to come and watch?'
My jaw dropped open even as a burst of desire ravaged through me.
-‘Why don't you come to me instead?’ I texted boldly, puffing out my cheeks. Shit. Why was this so exciting? I knew he was just teasing me but still.
-'Unlock your door' he texted back.
I sucked in a quick breath, glancing at the door in the dark and smirked a little at the thought that he had tried to open it but hadn't been able to. Jasper had this weird thing about creeping in my doorway when I least expected it. Served him right.
-'Why? You don't have a spare key? You're supposed to be my landlord.' I teased.
-'I do have one. But it would be better for you if you opened up instead...'
Then he followed that text with another one.
-'You're behind on rent this month, little girl. If you don't want me to kick you out, you need to let me in.'
My mouth went dry a little. Damn, Jasper. He was back to his kinky ways now and fucked if it didn't excite the hell out of me.
-'But...but I don't have anything to give you...Mr. Wells.' I texted, totally getting into the role now.
-'You have something I've been wanting for months now. A way to make sure you can stay here rent free. Just open the door.'
With bated breath, I got out of bed and walked over to the door, unlocking it and then opening it. Jasper stood there, silhouetted by the kitchen light staring at me with stark hunger on his face. For a moment, seeing him without his wheelchair made me forget all about my wet, throbbing pussy.
"You're...you're...standing," I stammered lamely as he watched me.
Slowly, with carefully placed steps, he backed me into the room, his body heat inflaming me further. I saw that he was still clutching my panties in his hand and was now dressed only in boxers.
He bent his head and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the side of my neck causing me to gasp and close my eyes as I inhaled his musky scent and felt my body start to come alive.
"Jasper, I-"
"Ssshh." He drew back from me and regarded me calmly. "It's Mr. Wells to you," he murmured, his dark eyes glinting. "Now...I'm willing to ease up on the rent thing, if you help me out with my little problem."
I swallowed hard and then nodded, never breaking eye contact, feeling energised with the need to see this through. Is this what Jasper needed? Me indulging in one of his kinky fantasies to pull him out of his funk?
"You have to be willing, sweetheart," he continued in that maddeningly sexy voice. "You have to show me that you're eager to please. That you're enjoying this. Or the deal's off. Are we clear?"
Again, I nodded, unable to speak because of the lust that consumed me. God, just take me now, please.
Jasper smiled slightly and then gestured for me to get back in bed. I did and he followed me, kneeling in front of me on the mattress while resting back on his heels.
"Take your clothes off," he ordered and I started to grow breathless in anticipation.
I pretended to appear shocked by his words. "But Mr. Wells-"
"Take off your clothes. Now," he interrupted softly.
Lifting my t-shirt over my head, I tossed it aside. Jasper's eyes burned as he took in my nakedness illuminated by the dim lighting from the kitchen.
"Hmm. No panties?" he asked me gruffly and I shook my head.
"I...I can't seem to find any lately," I whispered and his eyes glittered at that.
"Oh. Have you been wondering where they might be?" he questioned lightly and did not wait for me to answer as he opened his fist and showed me my lacy underwear looking so delicate in the palm of his big hand. "I've been stealing them for weeks, you know, when you weren't at home hoping they might do the trick but then I found myself wanting the real thing."
Jasper let
