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CHAPTERTHREE
Bennet
Iwake up with Jasper draped across me like a blanket. Hell, I’ve never been more content. I could wake up like this every fucking morning. This has to be some kind of dream because this would never happen to me in real life. But it is real. I can smell him, can feel the tickle of his hair against my nose.
Jasper shifts against me and my dick perks up and takes notice. I know he pretends he can’t stand me, but my dick and I don’t bother to pretend.
I like his spice and his sass—the way he talks back and how his cheeks flush red when he gets angry. I was inside of him once, and I remember every minute of it. Can’t stop remembering it.
How tight he was, how his hole clenched around me angrily.
It’s just as feisty as he is.
My hands run up his bony spine. They must have snuck up his shirt sometime in the middle of the night, trying to cop a feel.
It seems I like his body too, how lean and lithe he is. How he’s so much shorter than me, so much lighter. I can pick him up and toss him around a room, move him any way I want.
I shift a little and he squirms against me, his face tucking into my neck.
It’s damn cold in here, the trailer barely insulated and the heater not working like it should. I never minded the cold, but living in San Diego, I’ve gotten used to things being warmer. My body isn’t as acclimated to springtime in Kansas anymore.
“Hmph,” Jasper says, stretching against me like a cat in the sun and then suddenly, he stiffens. He probably just realized that instead of being on the mattress, he’s sprawled out across me.
I hold on to him a little tighter as he wiggles against me.
“Gods, Bennet, let me go,” he grunts, and I reluctantly do. He rolls to the side and peeks over at me.
“Morning, babe,” I say, and he rolls those big brown doe eyes that are almost too big for his face. I’m surprised they don’t just roll right out of his head.
“Well, it’s good to know we didn’t die last night. Unless this is a nightmare.”
“Nah. This is your reality now,” I say, and Jasper snorts a laugh before smothering it with a frown.
“I didn’t know Kansas was so cold,” he says, burrowing underneath the comforter, his brown hair rumpled and sticking out in different directions.
I like it, how fucked he looks.
“You could come snuggle again,” I tease, and Jasper just huffs in annoyance. He only got in this bed last night because he felt sorry for me. That’s the only reason he’s here at all. He may act like he despises me, and I’m sure he actually does in his own way, but he still cares. There was something inside of him that wouldn’t allow me to come here by myself.
He felt some sympathy for what happened with my mom.
Shit. My mom.
I quickly sit up and nearly bash my head on the cheesy light above the bed.
“Fuck. I have to check with Bridgette and see what the plan is. I need to see my mom.” When was the last time I even talked to her? Like actually called her on the phone? I prefer texting and my mom tries to do that. She does. She even bought a smartphone so she can interact with me, but she’d rather talk. I know this. She says she likes to hear mysweetvoice.
Most people probably don’t see me that way. My friends think I’m a dude-bro goofball. My fans, well… They see the farm-boy persona with a massive cock. Jasper… Yeah, I don’t even want to think about how he sees me. I don’t have the mental capacity for that right now.
My heart is thumping in my chest as I stand to pull on some clothes. I smell pretty nasty from the flight and really need a shower, but first I need to figure out what the plan is today. I think if anything had happened with my mom last night, my sister would have rushed over here and told me. So no news is good news at this point.
“Hey, wait. Don’t leave me in here all alone,” Jasper says, as he gets out of bed and clambers toward me. He’s rummaging through his bag, pulling out some clothes and a bag full of toiletries. “Tell me we can shower. You do have those in Kansas, right?”
He’s seriously so damn bratty and if it was any other time, I’d be begging to punish that mouth. But now is not the time.
“We have motherfucking showers, asshole,” I say with a small smile, the reality of what I’m going to walk into today weighing me down. I can’t even fucking smile right anymore.
Yesterday I completely freaked out and shut down. It’s a thing I do when I’m faced with stressful situations, and I can feel the impending panic once more settling in my gut. I know I wouldn’t have made it here last night without Jasper. He dragged his ass all the way to Kansas because I couldn’t manage all the planning at the time. I had been frozen and useless.
