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He grips my chin and pulls my face a hairbreadth apart from his. “Rub your clit, honey. Come for me.”
When he exhales, I inhale his breath. He’s inside me in so many ways. I don’t even know if he realizes.
His cock hits that spot, I brush my fingers over my swollen bundle of nerves, and I shatter, eyes locked on his. “Ah! Fuck. Jasper.”
“Sloane,” he growls, right as his hand drops to my throat and he kisses me fiercely.
My name is on his lips as he spills himself inside me, sounding just a little bit undone.
Just a little bit out of control.
And it gives me just a little bit of hope that Jasper Gervais might love me the way I love him too.
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Jasper
Jasper:We’re home safe. How is Beau?
Harvey:Oh, good. Relieved you two are back. Beau is in good spirits, all things considered. He wants to call you. He’s sleeping right now though.
Jasper:We’re here. Anytime. When will he come home?
Harvey:It might be awhile. He’s in good hands here.
The first thing I did when we got back to the big empty house at Wishing Well Ranch was drag Sloane up to my teenage bedroom and fuck her while she wore my jersey.
It’s all I’ve thought about since she waltzed out of that dressing room wearing it with a teasing little grin. Harder for her to grin with my dick in her mouth. Major fan of the satisfied smile she shot me after though.
Then we passed out, limbs tangled in the tiny bed. Dead to the world. It seems like it has been months since her almost-wedding day.
Now we’re unpacking our bags and enjoying a nice cold Buddyz Best, Sloane is downstairs starting the laundry, and I’m feeling really fucking domestic and happy about the entire situation as I fold the basket she just brought up.
I can see us doing this forever. Taking trips together. Napping together. Doing chores together. Me walking up and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, just because I can, and then carrying on with my shit. Even doing boring stuff is infinitely less boring with Sloane by my side.
“Jas! Harvey is FaceTiming! Can I answer?” she calls from downstairs.
I freeze midway through folding the ugly T-shirt Cade gave me shit for wearing.
“Yes!” I call back before dropping the shirt and striding out of the room, covering as much ground as possible without running. We’ve gotten the odd text update from Harvey but not a lot of information. I know he’s trying not to worry us, but the less-is-more strategy really isn’t reassuring with the way my brain works.
“Hiiiii!” I hear Sloane’s sunny voice coming from the kitchen as I approach her from behind. “Look at you, Beau! God, it’s good to see you.”
When I get close enough to see the screen, my chest cracks wide open. Harvey is sitting beside Beau and they’re both grinning back at Sloane.
The closer I get, I can see how thin Beau looks, that his expression is a bit drawn. But he’s there. Breathing. Talking.Alive.
“Oh! There he is!” Sloane can see me in the little rectangle at the top of the screen as I approach. I push up close behind her, and without even thinking, I wrap one arm around her stomach and take my friend—my brother—in.
He and I are tight, but we aren’t sappy. Beau isn’t a sappy guy. Sometimes I think he’s just as dark as I am and just hides it better. Aka, he isn’t a sullen dick when he has a bad day.
But I’m me, so I open with, “Hey, asshole. You look like shit.”
Beau chuckles, a wry grin twisting his mouth. “When I get home, I’m gonna kick your ass, Gervais. No helmets and pads allowed though.”
“If that’s what it takes to get you home, I’ll allow it. Missed you, man.”
He forces a smile now, his eyes a familiar brand of haunted. “Missed you too.”
