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We wash ourselves and wrap a towel around our bodies before heading to the bedroom.
If this is how it’s going to be for the rest of our lives, I don’t want to change anything. This is heaven.
I go to the drawer to grab myself a nightgown, but Jasper grabs me by the arm and tosses me on the bed like a rag doll.
“I’m so addicted to you, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m going to make love to you again.”
Jasper slides inside me, and I gasp, scratching his back as he slides in and out of me slowly. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, and I feel him so deep inside me.
“I love you, Poppy. More than you’ll ever know.”
“I love you too.” He thrusts inside me, waking every fiber in my body. Jasper leans down and kisses me, gazing into my eyes. I have never seen him so vulnerable. So raw and open about his emotions.
I love this version of Jasper Barrett. The one that loves me. The one that gets me. The one that wants me for me. Not criticizing me, not making me feel less than.
I fight back the tears that threaten my eyes.
This wonderful man who loves me with every fiber in his soul.
Jasper slides out of me, flips me over onto my stomach, and slaps my ass hard, causing me to giggle. He slides back inside me, yanking my hair gently, and places his hand on my lower back, holding me in place and thrusting into me as hard as he can. I like it rough.
He uses his other hand to grip my hip, riding me harder and harder.
“Fuck, Poppy. I can’t get enough of you.”
Several moments later, he pulls out, and I feel warm cum all over my lower back.
I turn over onto my back, my eyelids as heavy as a dumbbell, and Jasper lies next to me, pulling me into his arms. And I drift to sleep in the arms of my husband.
Jasper
Iknock on Judy’s door as Poppy holds my hand and squeezes tight. My heart beats loudly in my chest and sweat blankets my forehead even though the weather is chilly today.
It’s been a month since I learned about what happened to my mother. Judy will be able to tell me what happened on the night of my mother’s death.
She can tell me if Tommy murdered my mother.
I ring the doorbell one more time and finally, a short, stocky woman opens the door, her blue eyes immediately narrowing on me. Keeping her gaze glued to me, she shuts the door behind her, then folds her arms across her chest. Her gray hair is tucked neatly in a bun. Her face is full of wrinkles, and she scrunches her nose. She reeks of cigarettes.
I remember her now. I used to sneak onto her property to pet her German shepherd. She also had a niece I used to play with.
“Can I help you?” Her tone is scratchy, as if she’s getting over a cold, and her eyes glance at Poppy who waves at her awkwardly.
I clear my throat as nervousness bubbles in my chest, sliding my hand into my pocket. I don’t know what to say to her or how to even begin to ask her about the money my father gave her. I need to remain calm and not split my wig, especially if she doesn’t want to help.
“You might not remember me, but I’m Jasper Barrett. Tommy Barrett’s son.” I keep my tone calm but I can hear my heart beating loudly in my ears.
She assesses me from head to toe and does a double take.
“I remember you, you used to be my neighbor. The kid who used to feed my dog cupcakes.” She eyes Poppy.
“This is my wife, Poppy.”
She nods, then her eyes go back to me as she places her hand on the metal knob behind her. “What do you want?” There is a snap to her tone, but the smile on her face tells me she didn’t mean to be so harsh.
I nod toward the door. “Can we come in? There is something I would like to discuss with you.”
Doubt creeps in her eyes, and when her gaze moves past us, I turn around to see two teenagers playing basketball in the street.
