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“Um,” I said.
“Shit,” Jasper whispered, his mouth against my hair as he shifted his manhood in and out of me. I was thankful the bed didn’t creak. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, baby,” he muttered.
“Jasper… um… they’re going to hear us.”Damn it. He feels so good inside me.I licked my lips.
“How many kids have they had? They’vedone a lot of fucking in their day.” He grabbed my hips, sucking air.
I twisted my body to see him, watching his dick go in and out of me.
“Your ass is famous,” he said.
I chuckled. Usually, by now, Jasper would be so turned-on that he would increase his pace, but he was being careful. He cared whether his grandparents heard him. He slammed his dick deep inside me and pressedhis hand against my belly as he shivered while coming, being way more quiet than normal.
When we fell asleep, Jasper was still inside me. Sometime during the night, I woke up to pee. In the morning, I woke to the feeling of Jasper massaging my hip.
I moaned. “Good morning, my love,” I whispered.
He guided me onto my back and spread my legs as he positioned himself on top ofme. “Good morning.”
I gasped as he filled me with his morning wood.
We hadbreakfast withhis grandparents. Jasper agreed to show them the mansion Amelia had lived in and let them talk to all the people that knew her best, including Sally Preacher and even Nigel. Jasper had revealed that Amelia and Nigel had carried on an affair and were in love. That, of course, was news to me but certainly something like that would happen in that dark mansion of theirs. After looking through more ofhis mother’s photo albums and learning more about the sort of people his grandparents were, Jasper became less hesitant about meeting his mother’s siblings and his cousins sometime in the future.
“We’d better get going,” he finally announced late in the day. Our plane was at the airport, waiting to fly us to the compound.
“Well, watch your step out there,” Harold said. “I’m goingto have to shovel that walk later. The guy who takes care of our yard has been sick for the last two weeks. The flu’s going around.”
Jasper rose to his feet. “I’ll shovel it before we leave. And then I can find you someone more stable to do the work around the yard for you.”
I knew it wouldn’t be long before Jasper started taking care of them too.
His grandfather patted hisgrandson on the shoulder, though. “I know you’re a very rich man, son, but so am I. How about we shovel together?”
“Um, sure,” Jasper said. I could tell he felt a little hurt.
When Harold went to put on his coat and hat, I had a moment to translate what he had just said to Jasper. “Babe, that was his way of saying that he doesn’t want your money. He only wants his daughter’s sonin his life.”
Jasper still seemed a little confused. Learning a new language of familial love would take him longer than one visit to his grandparents’ house. While he and Harold shoveled the sidewalk, I had another cup of coffee with Marie.
“So you’re a reporter?” she asked.
I smiled graciously. “Yes, I am.”
“Tell me, what periodical do you write for?”
I toldher all about my career—how I’d started, why I was now independent, and the two books that I’d written.
“I must read them,” she said.
I felt my entire face beaming as I sipped my coffee. I hadn’t realized how much of a sense of pride my career gave me. “And what about you? Do you work?”
“Not anymore,” she said, grinning nostalgically. “But I used to dance in the American Ballet.”
I jerked my head in surprise. “You’re a ballerina.”
She raised a finger. “I used to be a ballerina. That was a long time ago. I had to stop dancing after doing irrevocable damage to my feet. I taught for a while but it just made me miss the stage even more.” She had a nostalgic look in her eyes as she gazed off.
No wonder she came off so gracefully. I didn’t want to stop talkingabout her life on the stage, but my bladder felt full. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. That was when I found that I’d started my period. I was a little disappointed but, at the same time, very relieved.
