hannah
“I heard that Jasper got caught getting a blow job backstage,” Charlotte whispered to me from the booth we were sitting in.
I nearly spat out the mouthful of rum and coke I’d just taken.
“Seriously?” I choked out.
“That’s what Brent told Levi, who told Ricky, who told everyone. They’re saying that Mikey walked in on them right as he was blowing his load.”
Sweet baby Jesus…
I laughed. “Trust Rick to spread the gossip.”
“He’s literally telling anyone that will listen.” She laughed.
“Who was the chick?” I took another sip and tried to act blasé about it.
I had a feeling that Charlotte was gauging my reaction. She knew Jasper and I had slept together once and I got the vibe that she thought there was more going on. Jasper and I openly spent quite a lot of time together, and even more time behind closed doors.
People were bound to notice eventually.
“Apparently he didn’t see.”
Turns out I’m happy about that after all.
“That’s hilarious; I’m definitely going to ask him about it.”
“So, you’re okay with it?”
I was more than okay with it, actually…
“Okay with what?” I feigned confusion.
“Jasper and… other women.”
I was having a hard time keeping myself in check right now. It was too funny. I didn’t like to bullshit my best friend, but I really liked having a dirty little secret.
I glanced over to where Jasper and Parker had been talking. It didn’t seem to matter where he was in a room, I was always aware.
They were looking over in our direction. Parker clapped Jasper on the shoulder and headed our way.
“To tell you the truth, I’d be more worried if he wasn’t getting any action.” I squeezed her arm and stood up. “I’m off to interrogate him.”
“Give him a high five for me.” She smirked.
I strolled across the room, heading for Jasper, a sly grin on my face due to the fact that my thighs were still sticky from our earlier fun.
Ricky appeared out of nowhere in front of me, a shit-eating grin on his face. “So, you weren’t kidding about my man’s ‘sweet-tasting candy stick’ then, huh?” he waggled his brows at me.
I could have denied it black and blue, but I was pretty sure Ricky already knew exactly what was going on. That, and the fact that I didn’t actually care if he knew about us. He could have told everyone that he thought it was me down on my knees, but he hadn’t.
I licked my lips and winked at him.
“Seriously….?” He whistled low. “Damn… Jasper is one lucky son of a bitch.”
“You tell anyone about this and you’ll be the exact opposite,” I warned him.
He looked me up and down. “You’re kinda a scary chick.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I called to him over my shoulder with a laugh.
I had my sights set on Jasper Jones now.
He had his sights firmly on me too.
“Hey there, Lollipop,” I breathed as I brushed past him.
“Barbie girl,” he replied with a nod.
“Half the room is talking about your junk,” I stage whispered as we both turned to face the bar, our backs to everyone.
“Only half? That’s a little disappointing.”
“If it makes you feel any better, it’s the only thing I can think about.”
He glanced behind him to check who was looking before running his thumb down my arm.
“I can’t even think straight, I’m still back in that storage room, balls-deep, bare back inside you.”
Goosebumps prickled my skin and my heart thumped in my chest.
It might have been the least romantic thing he could have said, but that was why I liked it so much.
It was dirty and raw and primal, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
“I don’t want to give you a big ego, but that was possibly the hottest sex of my life,” I confessed.
“Don’t lie to me,” he replied quickly. “That was the hottest sex of both our lives and you know it.”
I blushed. There was no way in hell that I was the hottest sex of his life. The guy was super skilled, and no one got that good without a lot of practice, but I knew he wouldn’t hear of me arguing with him – so I didn’t bother.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” he stated.
I shook my head in amusement. “No, I’m not.”
He turned inwards, resting his back against the bar, and to anybody in the room, it would have looked like nothing at all.
I however, didn’t miss the brush of his lips against my jaw, and I certainly didn’t miss the hand that he slipped under the front of my dress.
I tried to hide my gasp as his fingers skimmed up the inside of my thighs.
“Shouldn’t you buy me a drink before you feel me up?” I whispered as I leaned into him.
“Zeke!” he called over his shoulder to the bartender without missing a beat.
He appeared almost immediately. “What’ll it be, Jones?”
“A rum and coke for the lady – no ice, and I’ll take another beer.”
I didn’t have a clue how he knew my drink of choice for the evening, but somehow, he’d gotten it exactly right.
The bartender turned away to make our drinks.
“How’d you know that’s what I was drinking?”
He glanced at me and chuckled. “I could smell it on your breath.”
“You could smell the no ice, could you?”
He chuckled louder, his hand lightly gripping my thigh as he did. “If you think I haven’t been watching every move you’ve made tonight, then you’d be mistaken.”
Excitement raced through me.
This man drove me crazy; he made me want like no one ever had.
The thought of his eyes on me, when I hadn’t been aware gave me goosebumps.
Zeke placed a glass in front of me and I thanked him.
“Drink your drink,” Jasper instructed as his fingers continued their trip up my thigh.
I picked up the glass and at the same moment the amber liquid hit my lips, his hand made contact with my underwear.
“Jasper,” I whispered.
We were in a room full of people and his thumb was caressing me in a way that should have been illegal.
If anyone was looking hard enough, they would see the way his arm was snaked under my dress – and the blow job saga would be long forgotten.
“You’ve got a choice to make, BG, either I can make you come now,” he flicked my most sensitive spot for emphasis and I shuddered, “or I can make you come at my place.”
“Asshole,” I muttered as he stroked me again.
“Come home with me.” His eyes blazed with intensity.
I didn’t know what he was doing down there, but it felt good – too good.
I could feel myself sagging against the bar, my legs seeming as though they might give way.
He took a slow, appraising sweep of the room at the same time as he moved aside my underwear and pushed his fingers inside me.
Oh sweet Jesus…
“Okay,” I blurted out. “Let’s go.”
He nodded, a satisfied smirk on his face. He turned back towards me, slipping his hand out of my dress as he did.
“So needy.”
“Shut up.”
He was right; I was beyond needy right now. He’d worked me into a state with his fingers and now he was acting like we had all the time in the world.
He laughed. “You know I can’t leave without saying goodbye.”
“Like hell you can’t… if you’re not outside in five minutes, we’re going to have problems, you hear me?”
I pulled my phone out of my bag.
To: Lotte
From: Hannah
I’m getting a ride home with Jasper, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do x
He watched over my shoulder as I tapped out the text.
“There… goodbyes done, let’s go.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled.