Page 50 of His Custody

“Will you... will you make love to me?”

He held her close, then squeezed her tight before drawing away to see her face. Pink blossomed on her cheeks and she looked so happy. He hadn’t seen her look this happy since...

“I will, Keyne. I will.” As if a herd of wild horses could stop him now that she’d asked.

He sat up and stripped off his shirt, laid back down beside her. She trailed her slim fingers over his chest, tentative at first and then braver. “Go ahead, sweetheart, I’m yours.”

Her answering smile was so shy and pleased, like she couldn’t believe her good fortune. It killed him. And he meant it. She explored him, running hands over his chest and his stomach and his arms, marveling. Well, sure. She’d never been with a man before. Gavin had been tall, but lanky and who knows if he would’ve filled out to resemble Jasper’s broad build.

Keyne’s fingers wrapped around his biceps—more like tried to, they were nowhere close to touching. “You’re so strong.”

He grunted noncommittally. Before Keyne, he’d been able to lift, bench more. But she was a bit of a distraction and he’d gone soft. It was a sacrifice he was happy to make. Delicate fingers stroked the hair on his chest, followed the trail down to his waistband and danced along it, making him grit his teeth with want.

“Will you keep me, Jasper?”

“Keep you?” Something ugly clutched at his heart. Did she think he would send her away? Use her and discard her? Jesus. The way her top teeth sunk into her bottom lip before she released it and spoke again made him wonder what on god’s green earth he could’ve done to make her not question that, not even for a second.

“I want to be yours.”

“You are mine. You’ve been mine. Since you got here. You belong to me. Yes, I’m going to keep you.”

“Promise?” The way she looked at him, it was as though she was serving her heart up on a platter for him to do with as he pleased. That he’d earned her trust and her love so deeply she’d be willing to hand it over slayed him. As if she was the one who had to worry about being rejected, turned away. Why should she want a grumpy, strict, old man like him? But it appeared through some miracle, she did.

“Cross my heart.” He took up her hand, wrapped it in his own and used both their fingers to trace an X at the spot over where his heart beat. She smiled. Sometimes she looked so sweet, innocent, and he could believe she was still in high school, barely eighteen. And then sometimes... A sharp intake of breath scalded his throat as she palmed his cock through his shorts.

“Make me yours, please, Jasper. Please.”

Who could say no to that face? Who would want to? He caught her wrist and pulled her hand away gently. “Lie back, sweetheart. Relax. I’ll be right back.”

He fetched a towel from the bathroom and drew it under her hips. He wasn’t expecting her to bleed, but just in case, he didn’t want her to worry about it. Not that he’d care. Some caveman part of him would want to fly the sheets from his window but that was such a cretinous thought he smothered it. He pushed his shorts down his legs and kicked them away before digging in the drawer for lube and a condom.

It’d been so long, he had to check the date on the foil. Thank god they hadn’t expired yet. If they had, he might have died. But good for another couple of months. He tore the packet and rolled the latex over his cock, wincing at how sensitive, how filled to bursting he was. Relief was lying right in front of him.

He climbed onto the bed and sat back on his heels between her thighs. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I don’t want to do this with anyone else. I trust you.”

The easy way she laid there, waiting for him, the hungry look in her eyes as she watched him stroke himself, it was all so goddamn charming. He grabbed the bottle of lube and put some on his palm, slicking it over the condom. He would do anything in his power to make this good for her.

He used his slick hand to press into her pussy where she was still soaking wet. Good. He pressed against the membrane, stroking her with gentle pressure and then leaned forward, lining up his cock with her entrance and resting his elbows on either side of her head.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, Keyne. I won’t hurt you.”

“I will. I know.”

He nipped her neck for her sass and then pressed his hips forward. Fuck was she tight. He stroked her hair and kissed her. “Relax, Tinker Bell. Be a good girl for me and let me in.”

She breathed deeply underneath him and he pressed against her. She whimpered when he got to the broadest part of the head, but he hushed and petted her, soothed her until she lifted her hips and drew him inside with a gasp, grasping at his shoulders with her slim hands.

“Are you all right?” His brows pinched in concern as he studied her pale face.

“Yeah. You’re just... big.”

“Are you ready for more?”

She nodded and licked her lips and it took every ounce of self-control for him to not drive into her with everything he had. Instead, he pressed in a little ways and drew back out, two steps forward, one step back until he was balls deep inside her.

“You feel good.” Her walls squeezed around him as she stroked his biceps, and he had to clench his teeth to keep from coming.

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