Page 58 of Tracked By Sasquatch

A new voice rebuffed her, and Devin’s spine froze. She hadn’t gotten the all clear to talk to Lucas yet and she was shit at schooling her face. Her brother could read her like an open book.

“Really?” Lucas sneered. “I know we agreed to let ol’ ladies handle this shit, but they need all the information to do so, don’t you think? So, are you going to tell them, or am I?”

Gwen just folded her arms and glared daggers in the direction Lucas’s voice came from.

“This isn’t news to her.” His voice was hard and cold, seemingly to the room at large. “I told her myself, and Squatch confirmed it… the day he left for Nebraska, so she knows that Dev’s his ol’ lady.”

This caused Devin to whip her head around to look at her brother. So, he knew too? That explained the bruise on Squatch’s face, and she could see Lucas was sporting some color too. Wait, Lucas sounded okay with it, but he said…

“He did what now?” It wasn’t that she hadn’t believed Zombie, but the timing was shocking. Before he left meant, he’d decided after one night together. Something in her chest exploded into a brilliant starburst. He’d chosen her after he’d seen her naked and then doubled down even after she showed him the real her.

She was… not that mad about it. Not as much as she should be anyway.

Her brother started laughing his ass off. Just like when they were younger. It sounded like the old him and that caused so much tension to leave her body.

She was about to ask to throw herself into her brother’s arms when the bitch opened her mouth again and Devin saw crimson.

“It’s just because she’s family and he fucked her. Had no choice after that, it’s not real.”

That was a gut punch.

The insecure part of her wanted to latch on to her words to feed her pain, but the part of her that Jasper caressed and loved, rejected it. Could he really fake all that? Would he be that heartless?

No, not Jasper.

“No.” Before she even realized she’d moved, she had that whore by the throat. They both tumbled to the ground, and she was straddling her with a death grip on her neck when hands suddenly lifted her from behind and started carrying her away.

Devin flailed and ranted, not caring who heard or who held her or where they were taking her. “He’s mine, you cunt. Lay one finger on him, and I will cut you. You hear me?” She got louder the farther away she was removed from the chaos.

Before she realized it, she was in Jasper’s room and a large body pinned the front of her against the back of the door.

“Shit, sweetness, that was so fucking hot I’m about to come in my pants.”

Jasper spoke brokenly in her ear, and she felt him fumble with her jeans and then his. He slid a finger into her pumping furiously from behind until she responded in about three seconds. He pulled away, and she heard him spit in his hand, and then he was entering her. Slower than his vibrating body indicated he wanted to.

“Fuck, Dev. I missed you.”

She reached behind her head and held his face to her ear, absorbing every syllable he spoke into her soul. It had been two days and he was pounding into her like it had been years.

“Forget the whore. You’re it for me. I’ll never touch another, I vow it. You’re the only woman I could ever want.”

She wanted to ask for reassurance, to hear him say more, but his body was forcing all her concentration to one central location.

When his pace turned sporadic, he spoke once more. “Say it again, Dev. Say I’m yours.” His voice was pleading and she realized that he needed as much reassurance as she did.

“You’re mine, Jasper, and no one else can touch you.”

“Orrrr?” he prompted.

She knew what he wanted to hear. “I’ll fucking gut them.”

“Hell yeah. The bloodier the better.” She knew he meant it in kind also. He bit down on her neck and she went off. The tension of the last week coiled inside her and exploded into one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever had.

Jasper thrust once more and spilled inside her. Again, with no condom. If they didn’t stop tempting fate, fate was going to show up in nine months to bite them in the ass.

“Did you enjoy my glorious cock?” The laughter was apparent in his voice.

“Ugh, you heard that?” She would never live that down. Until just then, she hadn’t thought about who might have heard, now that was all she could think about.