Page 70 of Bulletproof Love

The emotion hits us both at once. Relief and surprise so sharp, I can hardly believe it.

One moment he’s staring at the drive, the next he’s pinning me down, his mouth on mine, kissing me with desperate intensity.

I end up on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist as he grinds into me. He sucks my tongue into his mouth as I rake my nails down his back. We’re wild and primal, too caught up in the moment to care about the cold or the dirt or the body we just unearthed.

“We fucking did it, baby,” Jasper murmurs against my throat. He sucks my neck before capturing my lips again.

I don’t care if we just fucked or that it’s the middle of the day. I reach for him with frenzied hands, ripping his pants down. We’re giddy and unhinged like two possessed souls.

“God, you’re so hot right now.” I squeeze his cock until he groans my name. “I need you.” Tightening my legs around him, I grab his ass, rough and hard, arching until his slippery cock notches my pussy.

I don’t stop for a condom. It’s reckless but I don’t care. This feeling is too raw. Too exhilarating. “I’m on birth control,” I manage, whimpering as his cock slides between my folds. “Fuck me, baby. Please.”

His answering thrust is exactly what I need. He groans my name, pumping into me, fucking me with a punishing pace against the cold ground. Frantic and uninhibited. “Fucking hell, Trouble.”

“Yes! Oh, God. Harder.” I lift my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. My nails dig points into his skin.

“You’re so perfect.” Our slapping skin and cries mix with the sound of distant traffic from the road below. Knowing we’re out here in the open like this has me dripping. I devour his mouth, showing him my desperation and need.

He moves faster as pressure builds inside me. “I’m coming. Don’t stop.”

We tense and shudder, our bodies trembling into the frozen ground as he pulses inside me. Waves and waves of pleasure roll through me so good I cling to him, never wanting to let go.

My breathing slowly evens out as he shifts to the side, almost tumbling back into the hole. “Shit, I almost forgot about the poor bastard,” he says.

I sit up and adjust my skirt, already feeling his warm fluid leaking down my thighs. I blink, like I’ve just been shaken awake from an insane dream. “We should cover him up.”

Jasper zips his pants and sighs. “You’re probably right.”

* * *

I can hardly believe it.Mischa was right. A flash drive in the pocket of that unfortunate soul’s jeans. I’m dirty, freezing, and aching but I can’t stop smiling. This could be the break we need to find Bailey. If I’m this pumped, I can only imagine how Jasper feels.

The whole way back to the apartment, his warm palm rests on my thigh, his thumb tracing circles on my bare skin. I knew I was playing a dangerous game, tormenting him like I did. But I got what I so desperately wanted. And God, it was hotter than I could have imagined.

I glance at him, remembering the way he fucked me in the dirt, desperate and hungry. My thighs press together in a futile attempt to ease the lingering ache.

More than the physical connection—something deeper—shifted between us out there on the hill. I know we’re both scared shitless of whatever this is becoming, but if there’s anyone worth facing those fears for, it’s him.

We open the apartment door to the sound of banging and the smell of solder. Finally, they must be fixing the broken pipe. The timing couldn’t be better. We’re both filthy, in more ways than one. Everyone rushes us as soon as we step inside, the kittens included, hugging us and asking rapid-fire questions.

“Give us a second to breathe,” Jasper says with a laugh.

“Lee, grab your computer,” I say as soon as I can get a word in. “Damon, call Ray and give him these coordinates.” I text Damon the exact location where we found the body. “We covered him back up, loosely. Hopefully Ray will know what to do.”

“You’re filthy,” Blake says, stepping back to take me in. She eyes me suspiciously. “And your hair is all over the place.”

Yeah, she knows. I have a freshly fucked expression… always have. My best friend has been witness to it more times than I’d like to admit. And the way Jasper fucked me twice—there’s no hiding the evidence on my face.

“We didn’t have a spa day, Blakey. We dug up a body.” I realize the plumbers are probably listening and lower my voice. “How did you expect me to look?”

“Got it,” Leon interrupts at the perfect time. He opens his laptop on the kitchen counter and we all crowd around it. “Give it a few minutes to load.”

My body vibrates with anticipation. I remember feeling this way every time I’d search for my birth parents. Excitement for the possibilities, dread knowing my search would probably amount to nothing.

I used to imagine their photos appearing on my screen. Happy, normal looking people whose smiles would mirror my own when they realized I’dfoundthem. Their address would be right there, leading to some picture perfect suburban street with white picket fences and kids playing hopscotch. The childhood I dreamed of, just waiting for me to claim it.

I squeeze Jasper’s hand, while Leon clicks open a file. Blake speaks first. “Oh my God. There’s so many.”

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