Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I roll us over so she’s on top and my cock is still planted deep in her cunt. I have no plans to pull out for the foreseeable future, and this will work best if she wants to sleep.
“Wow,” she sighs, breathing heavily on top of me.
I smile and feel her laugh as she sits up and looks at me. The motion makes my cock sink deeper, and we both moan at the new sensation.
“I know, baby girl. Wow,” I say, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Can we do it again?” she asks shyly, biting her lip.
I grip her hips and thrust up into her pussy, feeling her little clenches again.
“I’ll never say no to you, Libby. Never.”
So I do what she asks. Over and over and over.
14
Libby
“Look at me, baby girl.” I look up at Jasper as we stand on the front porch to our parents’ house. He has on his usual baseball hat and his hair is still looking like it might need a trim. But I’m not sure I want him to get it cut anymore. I like running my fingers through it.
“Everything will be okay. Worse comes to worst, they’re pissed, but with time they’ll get over it.”
He tells me the same stuff he’s been telling me since we headed this way, knowing we had to come tell them what was going on between us. Even if word wasn’t bound to get out about us because of what happened with Owen, we don’t want to hide. We’ve been hiding how we feel too long already and I can’t do it anymore. Not now that I know what we can have together.
Hell, I’m here to pack a bag because I’m going home with Jasper. To our home. A home, I was informed, I am never leaving. The thought makes me warm all over again.
“I know. I know.” I slide my hand into his. “Disappointment is always hard to take from them.”
“When have they ever been disappointed in you?” He raises his eyebrows at me. I smile at that. That he thinks I’m so perfect I never got in trouble. He wasn’t there to see some of my brattier moments.
He leans in, stealing the smile off my face as his mouth takes mine in a slow, sweet kiss. I get lost in him for a moment, forgetting where I am until I hear the front door swing open, making us both jump back. My mom flies at me, pulling me into her arms.
“Oh my God.” She starts to cry, and I stand there, stunned, not knowing what to do or say. I wrap my arms around her because it’s the only thing I can think to do. “I’m so mad I could kill him,” she sobs into me, holding me close. Panic takes hold. This is worse than I thought.
“Carol, you know Jasper would never let anyone hurt her. After what he did to Owen, I’m thinking no man is ever going to look at Libby again.” I can tell by Ned’s tone he’s trying to calm my mom down with a joke. But it takes me a minute to realize she isn’t talking about killing Jasper.
She pulls back, cupping my face. “Are you okay?” Her face is red and stained with tears.
“I’m fine, Mom. Jasper was there. He saved me.” I don't tell her he took me home and made me feel like nothing could ever hurt me again. That no man would ever touch me but him.
She looks over at Jasper and reaches out, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him towards us. She wraps her arms around both of us as best she can.
“I love you two so much.” She holds us for a second, and I look over to see Ned smiling at me. Eventually, Ned has to pull my mom off us, instead keeping her close in his arms.
“Why don’t we go inside?” Ned says as he moves my mom away from the front door.
We all head into the living room, where I sit down on the sofa. Jasper sits next to me, and like always Ned sits in his recliner, pulling Mom down with him.
“The sheriff call you?” Jasper finally asks the question I was wondering. How did they find out about everything so fast? We came straight from the sheriff’s office, but he told us he wasn’t going to mention what happened to anyone until tomorrow. Word was bound to get out, and when it did he’d have to answer questions. But he’d give us tonight.
“No. Stacy from the hospital,” Mom answers, reminding me her best friend works there. I should have called that one. Her eyes move between the both of us. It’s then I realize Jasper has his hand in mine and he’s sitting close to me. Really close. How two lovers would sit. She doesn’t say anything, though, just waits.