Page 107 of Broken Pact

“Oh god, Jasper, I’m so close,” she gasps, her fingers working over her clit. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock while they watch.”

It’s the thing that pushes her over the edge. She throws her head back with a low groan, her muscles tightening as she rides out wave after wave of her orgasm. I fuck her through it, slow enough to prolong it.

“Jesus Christ that was intense,” she mumbles, her hands planted on my knees again.

“You good, baby?”

She leans back against my chest, one hand coming up to tangle in my hair as she turns her face towards mine. Our lips meet in a desperate kiss, all tongue and teeth.

Her eyes open slowly and she murmurs, “Fuck me, Jasper. I want to feel you come inside me.” She starts rolling her hips again.

Those are apparently my magic words, because less than a minute later, with her hand tugging on my balls, I come harder than I ever had in my life.

50

CORALINE

“Remember, we don’t have to stay long.”

“You mentioned that once or twice,” Jasper murmurs, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

“And my brothers will probably be dicks, but it’s not personal. They’ve played the big brother cards to everyone I’ve ever dated since I was in high school.” I worry the inside of my cheek, anxiety swirling around inside me.

“I’m not worried about your brothers,” he reassures me with a soft chuckle.

“And I’m sorry if my mom is quiet but in that almost rude way. She doesn’t mean to be, she just doesn’t want to get attached to another fling.” I use air quotes around her verbatim response when I told her I’m bringing Jasper to Sunday dinner.

“Baby, it’s fine.” He palms my leg, his thumb brushing along my outer thigh.

“I know, I know,” I say with a grimace. “I can’t believe I brought up he who shall not be named. I’m so embarrassed about that—not that I’m embarrassed by you. Oh god—what am I doing? Let’s just turn around and go home. Or to the movies. Yes, the movies. We haven’t been to the drive-in yet. That sounds like a much better way to spend our Sunday, right?—”

Jasper pulls his truck over on the side of the road. He turns toward me, slipping his hand to the back of my neck and plants his lips on mine. Effectively stopping my little spiral.

I let myself fall into his kiss, only pulling back after a few minutes. My lashes are slow to lift, his mesmerizing eyes the first thing I see.

“I’m sorry I’m acting so weird,” I murmur.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m not going to embarrass you, so don’t worry about that okay?” His gaze darts between my eyes, his brow furrowed.

I surge forward and grasp his forearms, holding him to me. “Jasper, no. That is not what I meant. I am not embarrassed by you.” I pause, swiping my tongue across my lips. “But I am worried they’re going to embarrass me. On purpose and on accident, depending on who’s there.”

He drags his nose alongside mine, his lashes fluttering closed. I sink into the sensation, trying to absorb the chill by osmosis.

“You’re perfect, Coraline Carter. And one dinner with your family won’t change that.”

I tilt my head and brush my lips along his in a kiss that’s so achingly sweet, it makes my heart hurt.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

With a sigh, I settle back into my seat as Jasper pulls the truck back onto the road. The rest of the drive to my parents’ house is spent listening to one of his playlists. There are a lot of songs on it that I recognize, so I find myself zoning out to the familiar lyrics. His hand never leaves my thigh, and I’m more grateful for that silent support than I think I even realize.

As we pull into the driveway, I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable chaos that awaits inside. Jasper gives my thigh a gentle squeeze before stepping out of the truck and coming around to open my door.

Hand in hand, we make our way up the front steps, the dessert I made in Jasper’s other hand. Before I can even raise my hand to knock, the front door opens and my father greets us.

“Cora!” He steps onto the porch and wraps me up in a hug.

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