“Elena,” he says through clenched teeth. “Don’t toy with me.”

I smirk. “What are you going to do about it?” I grab him again, a little rougher this time. He squirms.

“Elena.”

I bring my hand up and down, his body pushes toward me “Jasper,” I respond.

“Elena,” he moans toward the ceiling.

Suddenly, his hands grab my wrists and pull me off him. He glares at me, but it doesn’t scare me. “I warned you.” He maneuvers me around with surprising finesse. The water ripples in response, barely splashing out of the tub. Before I realize it, I am back in the position I began in. His hands grasp my waist, lifting me up and bringing me down on him. I gasp, still not used to the way he fills me up. “I am going to fuck you from behind.” He thrusts upwards, causing me to grip the tub once again.

I move up and down. He groans and nibbles my back. One hand stays on my waist as the other massages my breast, every now and then giving my nipple a twist. He drives harder into me, closing in on yet another climax. But instead of continuing, he stops.

“I’m about to come,” he grumbles into my back. He lifts me up, pulling himself out of me. A pang of disappointment hits me in the chest, the disappointment of almost climaxing but not quite getting there.

He climbs out of the tub and goes to the cabinet he had gotten the bath bomb from. This time, he pulls out a condom. “Get out of the tub.” he orders.

I nod, obeying. Although he is ordering me around, it turns me on, the way he knows what he wants and demands it. But I know I can say no at any time. I can change my mind, and he won’t get angry.

“Bend over and grab the tub.”

I do so as he walks over to me. He caresses my ass, taking it in. I look down at the water, seeing my distorted reflection. He presses into me with a grunt. I squeeze my vagina around his dick, the pleasure already taking over once again. He starts to ram into me, starting where we had left off just minutes ago. I hold onto the bathtub and curl my toes into the plush bathmat as each thrust pushes me closer and closer to another orgasm.

He goes harder, and I can feel him growing inside of me, close to release. “Elena!” he shouts as I let out a loud moan and fall against the side of the tub for more support. He stiffens, pressing as deep as he can into me. Finally, his body relaxes, and he leans over me, one hand on the other side of the tub for support. “Fuck,” he whispers.

I laugh softly. “That was amazing, Jasper.”

He straightens, taking a step back. I feel his sudden absence inside me. “Let’s move this to the bed.”

I nod. “Let’s.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Elena

Isitatthetable, Josie across from me. She’s scrolling through her phone and sipping on her coffee. I take a sip of my own and listen to her respond out loud to the posts on social media, even though she really isn’t talking to me but to her phone. I chuckle as she continues to rant about something silly. “You know they can’t hear you, right?” I say to her.

She looks up at me and shrugs. “You know me. Better out than in.”

“I think that’s supposed to be gas, not your thoughts while scrolling through social media.”

She laughs, slapping my arm. “Whoops. But what can I say, my thoughts are like a fart, popping out at any time. Am I right?”

I shake my head but laugh with her. Images of this weekend interrupt my little moment with Josie, striking me with guilt. I set my coffee down and look at her. “So…” I begin to spill my own thoughts out into the atmosphere.

Josie must not hear me, because she interjects, “Did I hear you come in late last night?”

I did. I’d stayed with Jasper for a little bit, taking full advantage of Lily being at a slumber party for the night. It felt nice to be in someone’s arms again, someone who didn’t try to blame me for their mistakes or use physical touch to lure me back into a dried-up relationship. We even talked about some of our past memories and how stupid we’d been looking back. It felt like I was meant to be there, in his arms, reliving shared memories. It was like his arms were made for me.

I shrug off these thoughts and think about how I am going to answer Josie. Jasper wants to wait a little bit, maybe at least a week or two, before telling his sister. He thinks the news coming from him would be best, and even then, we would wait longer to tell Lily. She has gone through so much that I don’t want her to believe that I am trying to replace her mother. I think it is best to wait until we have been together a little longer. This is all new to both of us, even though we already knew each other. I never thought I would be here. Plus, I still didn’t know what I want for myself when it comes to an occupation and the other parts of my life. Living here rent free and not doing my part—I can’t keep doing it. I’ve never wanted to live like that with Bradley, he forced me to. Maybe it was because of his insecurities about me being away from the house and around other people, maybe it helped him sneak around easier with him knowing exactly where I was at all times, maybe it was just a form of control. No matter what his reasons were I know I don’t want to live like that now. I need a job, and I need to figure out my future.

“Oh. I just got up to get a snack. I was a little hungry.” It is only a half-truth. I did get something from the fridge last night. I was hungry and wanted something to tide me over for the night. So, I stopped by the kitchen on my back to the guest house to grab a bowl of fruit.

“Oh, okay.”

“What were you doing up?” I am asking mainly out of suspicion. Does she know that I wasn’t in my room longer than I led on? I do not want to start being dishonest with Josie about whatever this is between Jasper and myself, but I can’t even be sure right now.

“I slept too much this weekend, so I had a hard time staying asleep last night. I didn’t hear you leave, I must have drifted off, but the door woke me when you came back.” She sets her phone down on the table and stands up. “I am heading out now. I’m going shopping and then meeting up with some friends for lunch. What are you going to do today?”