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)
“I loved today, and I can’t think of a better way to celebrate than havin’ you.”
“Guess you better take me, then.”
Our mouths slammed together, a wave crashing against the shore. We pulled apart just enough to rip our shirts over our heads and toss them to the ground. Jasper fell on top of me again, kissing me and rutting against me. We were getting real good at sex now, experimenting and trying new things as often as we could.
Jasper had started fucking me too some months back. We’d had a talk about it the first time, how he felt like he was coming full circle. He wasn’t ashamed of being with me or of me being inside him, but it also felt like he was giving himself to me because at first, he’d been so intent on me doing the touching, the stroking, the sucking. He didn’t have any hang-ups anymore, and I didn’t care who did what; I just wanted him. But he was right—it was incredible having him inside me.
I loved it, the feeling of him taking me, but topping still fit me better, just like bottoming did for Jasper. Most of the time that was the way it worked between us.
Tonight, though, it was clear Jasper wanted my ass, and I was more than happy to give it to him.
We kissed while frantically shucking our clothes, the moon and the fire giving us light. This was gonna be quick and frenzied. The hunger in Jasper’s gray gaze, along with the need surging through me, told me that.
Jasper pulled a packet of lube from his pocket, and I moved to my hands and knees. The grass scratched against my skin, adding to the sensations as he prepared me.
And then he was pushing in, and I was pushing back against him, both of us wild in our need for each other. Like I figured, we didn’t last long. Jasper fucked me like he’d die if he didn’t have me, and after we came, calling each other’s names, we fell to the grass together, breathing hard.
I heard crickets somewhere in the distance, a few frogs from the pond, as we lay there together, spent and sated.
Jasper kissed me, then said, “Promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“When we finally work on the house, I’ll get my hardwood floors we’ve been talkin’ about for what feels like forever now.”
I laughed. “You can have all the hardwood floors you want.”
“Thank you.”
We were looking up at the starry sky, when Jasper suddenly yelled, “I’m in love with Sutton Manning!” the way he’d done on his birthday in Asheville.
“I’m in love with Jasper Finch!” I yelled, same as I did back then. It didn’t matter that it was a bit ridiculous. It was us, and it was true. I rolled toward him and let him hold me.
“We had a million little moments, Sutt, all of ’em leading us here. I can’t wait to spend my whole damn life makin’ a hundred million more of them with you.”
I smiled into Jasper’s throat. There was nothing I would ever want more. “That sounds perfect.”
A drop of water hit the ground, then another and another. Out of nowhere, the sky opened up, rain falling down on us in a wild summer storm. There was a loud rumbling, then a bright light flashing above. Thunder and lightning. Jasper and Sutton. We just went together like that.
Somehow, it was the best ending to one of my greatest days.