Chapter Fifteen

“Hey, are you okay?” Jasper asks.

I look over at him blankly, not having heard a word he just said. He gives me a warm smile, pulls me into a tight embrace, and plants a soft kiss on my forehead.

“You seem distracted tonight,” he says. “Everything okay?”

Other than the fact that I might be a psycho killer who's slaughtering people in town? Yeah, other than that, everything's fine.

“Yeah, I'm good,” I say. “Just a little distracted tonight.”

Distracted by the bloody shirt I left with Connor, hoping against all hope, that the blood on it doesn't match the victim currently sitting on his table.

“Are you sure?” he asks, a note of genuine concern in his voice. “I just know we've both been so busy lately and I'm feeling a little bit disconnected. I want to make sure you know that I don't take you for granted, Em. I want to make sure we stay connected.”

“We are very connected, Jasper. I've just got a lot on my mind right now,” I say and then quickly add, “Richards is down by ten points and I'm not sure how to gain ground.”

Jasper kisses me gently on the forehead again and looks into my eyes. “If there is anything I can do to help, you'll tell me, right?” he asks. “You know I'm here for you. I'll do anything I can to help you.”

“I know you are,” I say. “And that's why you're the best.”

I wrap my arms around him and melt against his body, finally feeling the comfort and warmth, I normally feel in his arms. I squeeze him tight, remembering what Connor had said to me earlier about Jasper's feelings for me. And hearing those words echo through my mind made my heart swell all over again.

I care so much for Jasper that sometimes it hurts. But the truth of the matter is that sometimes, I don't feel worthy of him. I feel like he can do so much better than me. Sometimes I feel like he should be with somebody like Winter – a gorgeous woman who's apparently, the entire package. Brains, beauty, Winter apparently has it all. Not only that, but unlike me, she's not damaged.

It's our date night and Jasper, ever conscious of my request for secrecy, surprised me by taking me to Greenbriar, which is the next town over. After a wonderful dinner at an amazing sushi bar, we bundled up – or rather, I bundled up – we got a couple of hot cocoas, and are on a walking tour of the homes. Every house is lit up with decorations, lights, Christmas trees, and even animatronics. It's the most festive neighborhood I've ever seen, and I absolutely love it.

I just wish I could enjoy it a little more. With everything that's going on, I'm just distracted. I don't feel like myself. And I'm really starting to worry that something they did to me in that lab changed me on a fundamental level. As in, I'm no longer a human being.

“Tell you what,” Jasper says. “If you're not into this tonight, let's just go do something else. We can save this for another night. I just know how much you love Christmas and I thought you'd like it.”

“I love it,” I say. “I really do. And I'm sorry if I don't seem to be all here right now. I'm just a little bit – scattered.”

“You don't need to apologize to me, sweetheart,” he says. “I know how much you have on your plate.”

I look him in the eye and give him a flirty little smile. “Why don't we take these cocoas home,” I say. “Maybe we can snuggle in front of the fire and you can find another way to distract me.”

Jasper smiles. “That sounds like a fantastic idea.”

“But you have to promise to bring me back here.”

“You have my word, sweetheart,” he says.

~ooo000ooo~

Snuggled up with Jasper on the couch in front of the fire, I feel so comfortable. So happy. So loved. Being in his arms made me feel warmer inside than the hot chocolate and fire combined. I have stockings up on the mantle, a small Christmas tree in the corner, and colored lights twinkling everywhere.

Everything, in that moment, feels so perfect to me. I'm able to push all other thoughts out of my mind and focus on just how right everything is right now.

“You're pretty amazing, you know that?” I murmur.

Jasper kisses the top of my head. “Not nearly as amazing as you.”

I sit up and lean into him, pressing my lips to his. When our tongues meet, swirling around one another, my breath catches in my throat. As our kiss deepens, the fires of passion inside me start to grow higher. Hotter. His hands are in my hair and mine are in his, both of us pulling gently, intertwining our fingers, reveling in our kiss.

Jasper pulls me over onto his lap so I'm straddling him. His hands roam up and down my back as we kiss. I pull back and look at him, feeling my heart melt. In that moment, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

His gaze is fixed on mine and his lips are parted. I give him a sultry smile as I slip my shirt over my head and fling it to the side. His hands are immediately on my body, his fingertips sliding up and down my skin. Reaching behind my back, I unfasten my bra and throw it to the side. Jasper leans forward, taking my breasts into his hands as he circles the tip of his tongue around my nipples.

I gasp and throw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling like small bursts of electricity are shooting through my body. Jasper licks and sucks on my nipples harder, kneading my breasts with his hands. I feel him growing thicker and harder beneath me and I rock my hips, grinding myself against him.

“Thank you for tonight,” I say. “I – I needed it.”

“I always need this,” he murmurs, a devilish smile on his face.

I playfully smack him in the arm. “I'm talking about dinner and the trip to see the Christmas lights.”

His face grows serious for a moment as he looks at me. “You're welcome,” he says. “I know you need it. And so much more. You deserve it. I just hope I'm the man who can give that to you.”

“You most definitely are,” I say and lean down, putting every ounce of feeling I have for him behind my kiss.

I'm growing hotter and wetter by the second and I need to have him inside of me. Soon. I peel his shirt off and throw it aside and then climb down off his lap. He's already working his belt for me and helps me slide his pants down his legs. They join the rest of the pile across the living room from us.

I look at him and lick my lips, relishing the sight of his gloriously hard cock before me. I take it in my hand and give him a few firm tugs, drawing a soft moan from Jasper's lips. I drop to my knees before him, sliding in between his legs. I run my tongue up one side of his hard shaft and down the other, gripping him tighter as I stroke him.

Jasper stops me and pulls me up, planting a hard kiss on me. He lays back on the couch and turns me around so that I'm straddling his face. My eyes grow wide and I cry out when his tongue slides into my pussy. He runs his tongue around my swollen lips and then teases my clit with his fingertips.

I can feel myself dripping wet and Jasper licks me eagerly. Gripping his cock tight, I take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I tighten my lips around his shaft, stroking and sucking on him hard and fast. His tongue inside of me sends shockwaves of pleasure rolling through me with the force of a wave crashing upon the shore. He's making it hard for me to maintain my own rhythm.

I do the best I can, sucking and stroking him, the pressure already building up low within me. His body is tense, and I can feel him twitching as I work on his hard rod with all of the vigor I can muster. I feel his breath on my most intimate parts as he moans while I'm pleasuring him. All the while, I feel like tendrils of flame are crawling across my skin as he works my pussy with that talented tongue of his.

It feels like a bomb went off inside of me as my orgasm explodes within me. I can't control the shaking in my body as I come hard on Jasper's face. He continues to lick and suck on me as I shudder and writhe on him. I cry out, calling Jasper's name. His cock is still in my hand and I'm gripping it so tight, my knuckles are white, but I can't do anything. My whole body is locked up and I can't move at all.

When my breathing and heart start to slow, feeling returns to my body. Jasper moves me off of him, a look of absolute hunger in his eyes. Hunger for me. Grabbing my hips roughly, Jasper turns me around and bends me over the arm of the couch.

With my ass in the air, I look over my shoulder at him, a salacious smile upon my lips. Jasper grabs my hair and gives it a hard yank. At the same time, he thrusts his hard cock into me, giving me what I want. I cry out as he stretches me open and fills me up completely.

Jasper's need and desire is overwhelming. Still gripping my hair, his fingers pressing into the flesh of my hip, he drives himself into me hard and deep again and again.

“Yes, baby, yes,” I cry out.

I enjoy our soft, gentle lovemaking, but I also love it when Jasper gets rough with me. I enjoy feeling him slamming his stiff rod into me, driving it all the way inside of me. The small jolt of pain blends with the rush of pleasure, making my head absolutely swim.

I push myself back against him, encouraging him to take me. To use me. To do whatever he wants with me. I'm his to do with as he pleases.

As if getting the message, Jasper thrusts his hips even harder, jackhammering his thick cock into my tight, wet opening. I'm so wet that he drives that glorious cock into me with ease, and I feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs. I call out his name over and over again, begging him not to stop.

He suddenly steps back, pulling his cock out of me. I'm thinking he wants me to finish him with my mouth, so I turn around and start to drop to my knees when he stops me. Picking me up as if I weigh nothing at all, he sits me down on the arm of the couch, parting my thighs roughly.

“I want to look into your eyes when I come, Em,” he says, his voice hoarse.

I lock my hands around the back of his neck and spread my legs a little wider for him. Jasper steps forward and without warning, drives his cock into me. He's so forceful, he almost knocks me off the arm of the couch, but he grabs hold of my ass and pulls me forward again. I bite my bottom lip and hang on for dear life as Jasper starts to pound my tight opening with his thick, hard rod.

Leaning forward, he kisses me. And when he does, I feel every ounce of passion and emotion he has for me. It's so powerful and overwhelming, it makes my breath catch in my throat. Driving himself into me as deep as he can possibly go, I feel the eruption within me.

“Jasper,” I cry out. “Oh, God, Jasper. Fuck yes, baby.”

My body trembles hard, my toes curl, and all conscious thought is driven from my mind. I gasp, finding it hard to catch my breath as my orgasm rocks my body, quite literally from head to toe.

I'm still in the throes of my orgasm when I feel Jasper's body tense. His grip on my ass tightens and he thrusts himself into me hard and deep one last time. Throwing his head back, he lets out a sound that's somewhere between ecstasy and animalistic growl. A moment later, I feel him pulsing and throbbing inside of me.

“Emily,” he grunts through gritted teeth. “I'm coming, baby.”

“Come for me, Jasper,” I gasp. “Fill me up, baby.”

And he does. I feel his hot, sticky load shooting into me, filling me up. Our breathing ragged, our hearts racing, our foreheads pressed together, Jasper and I cling to one another, riding out the waves of pleasure together.

“Like I said earlier,” I say. “You're pretty amazing.”

His breathing is still a bit labored, but he smiles. “Yeah, I guess I am, huh?”

I laugh and slap him on the arm. He kisses me softly, pulling me off the arm of the couch. We collapse on the rug in front of the fireplace, our bodies intertwined. Laying my head on his chest, I find myself smiling.

Everything in that moment feels absolutely perfect.