Nine
Jasper
I’ve been awake for twenty minutes, but I don’t want to get up. Usually, I’ll have been up and going for a run or hitting the gym, but today I’m content to lay in bed, thinking about Holly. Last night, having her between Quinn and me was the best I’ve felt in a long time. Just experiencing her spirit lights up a dark part of my soul. She’s bringing out a different side of me, one that cares about what comes next. She has no idea the impact she’s making, and I refuse to let her go.
I’m a thirty-five-year-old man used to living out fantasies of an eighteen-year-old. Eventually, the fantasies got old, and real life became what I’m yearning for. My mema and pops raised me when my parents lost custody of me when I was a baby. My pops was a good man. He had integrity, was a hard worker, and treated my mema like a queen. He showed me what it was to be a man. I know this isn’t the life they would have wanted me to have.
My mind turns to Quinn, and I wonder if it’s smart getting into a relationship like this with a man I’m in love with. I decided a few months ago that I needed to put space between us. I know he isn’t into guys and I’d rather remain his best friend than lose him by telling him how I feel. I’m walking a thin line here.
On one end I’ve found the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, who could tie Quinn and me together forever. I could spend the rest of my life with him. Loving him secretly while also being in a committed relationship with him. Is it right though, to do this to Holly, to Quinn, to myself? Will I be able to hold myself back for the rest of our lives?
On the other hand, I could put it all out there and risk losing Quinn, the man who has been by my side since we were eighteen, my best friend. I could have sworn he was checking me out before we left for Pres’ house the other night. I’ve convinced myself that my mind was playing tricks on me. I’d know if he was interested, wouldn’t I? I could also lose Holly. How could I tell them I’m in love with them both? It doesn’t make logical sense. Even I’m mystified by it. I’m not willing to risk losing them, both of them, forever.
Hell, why does this have to be so fucking hard? I should just keep my mouth shut and be thankful for the blessing I’ve been given. I can do it, live with my love for Quinn buried deep. I’m used to pushing my shit down. I’m usually the happy guy, the one cracking all the jokes, but no one sees the pain I hide from the world, except for Quinn. He was there in Iraq. We went through the bullshit together and came out on the other side. A little bruised and scratched up, but we’re home, and we’re thriving with a brotherhood who have our backs come hell or high water.
I scratch my hand through my beard and wonder if I should shave. I liked the way it felt when Holly kissed me last night and rubbed her fingers through it. I should ask her what she thinks of it. I’m a pussy for her. I’d give the woman anything I could, all she has to do is ask.
I swing my feet over the side of my bed, ready to start my day. I stand up and stretch when Quinn bursts through my door without knocking. I might be sporting a woody, having been stroking it under the covers while thinking about my current predicament. I didn’t stroke to finish. I just liked the way my hand felt on my dick. I also might have been imagining Quinn was the one stroking me. My mind is a twisted place to be.
“Fuck Jas. Put some damn clothes on!”
I grin and wiggle my eyebrows. “What for?” I rub my hand down my abs, fucking with him, but I’m surprised when his eyes follow my hand down to my dick. I can’t tear my eyes away from him staring at me. What the fuck is going on?
He swears and walks out of the room, yelling as he goes. “Holly texted a few minutes ago. She needs me to check out her car.”
“Be down in a minute,” I yell. No way am I passing up on seeing my Holly even if things might be awkward as fuck on the ride over. I smile wickedly knowing I’m going to love every minute of his awkwardness. I’ll give him shit, and everything will be back to normal.
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Quinn looks over at me and frowns, then looks over at Holly who has been standing right next to us while we checked her car out. “The wires that connect your battery to your car have been cut.”
“Are you sure?” She looks over at me, hoping I have a different answer. Unfortunately for whoever did this, I don’t. I nod, confirming Quinn’s diagnosis.
“Why would anyone do that? I barely know anyone in this town! The only person I’ve pissed off was Tyler. Wait, do you think he’d do this?”
Instantly I’m pissed thinking about that fucker. He’s kept his head down since the other night, but I wouldn’t put this past him. I clench the hood over her car that I’ve been holding onto while watching Quinn work his magic. “I’ll go have a chat with him. Make sure he understands what off limits means. He should know better than to mess with one of the Steel Dagger’s women.”
“What does that mean?”
“What’s that Precious?” Quinn responds, still messing around with the wires that are attached to the battery. Quinn and I run the only auto shop in town, SD Motors. All the officers are invested in the businesses that the Steel Daggers own. Each of us run one of the businesses or helps with it.
I release the hood, getting control of the anger coursing through me, and see Holly turning away. “Not so fast babe, come ‘ere.’” I grab ahold of her hips and pull her between my legs. With her back to me, her round ass is snuggled in tight to my dick. If she doesn’t feel how hard I am for her, I’d be surprised. I run my nose up the back of her neck and inhale her sweet scent. “Damn, baby. You smell so fucking good. How do you taste?”
Quinn walks up to us and cups her face in his hands. He leans down and kisses her. I can’t describe how good it feels to be this close to them. I continue kissing up and down her neck, nibbling and kissing my way to her ear. Clutching her hip in one hand, I smooth my hand down her front, down to the crevice between her thick thighs. Fuck the heat radiating from her cunt has my dick leaking in my jeans.
I rub her from the top of her pussy to her ass, squeezing and massaging, slowly moving, milking pleasure from my woman. She shutters in between Quinn and me. I smile, knowing she’s about to get off for the first time by our hands.
“Do you like what he’s doing to you Precious?” Quinn husks at her lips. I continue rubbing her faster now that she’s moving her hips with my hand. She’s taking over her pleasure and claiming it for herself. My hand is merely a tool for her to get off and I couldn’t be happier.
“Jasper. Please touch me.”
“I’m touching you baby. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”
“Inside my panties. Jasper please.” She moans, and I can feel how close she is to losing herself.
I look around the parking lot seeing only two other vehicles parked a reasonable distance away from us. I don’t care if anyone sees me like this, but I’d hate for someone else besides Quinn and me to witness her go over. It’d kill me for someone else to experience what should be for our eyes only.
I unbutton and zip down her jeans, just enough for me to get my fingers into her tiny little panties. She’s driving me crazy, rubbing her ass into my dick, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I swipe two fingers through her slippery cunt, and she all but comes on my fingers.
“Is this what you needed baby? Did you need my fingers? Hmm, is this enough to get you there?” I tease. The need to hear her beg for her pleasure is a hedonistic high I never thought I’d enjoy as much as I am.
“Push them inside me. Jasper, I need you inside me now!” She cries, and I can’t tell her no. I plunge two fingers into her tight pussy, and she’s coming instantly. I continue to stroke into her while I rub the pad of my thumb over her pulsing clit until she’s ridden out her orgasm against my hand. Not able to hold back I come with her, jet after jet of cum staining my boxer briefs.