Becoming Three (2 page)

Jace settled deeper into his chair, feeling a whole lot better at the end of this night than he had at the beginning. He let the breeze from the open window blow in and caress his skin, satisfied with not only Cade's—a fellow deputy's—description of Jasper as an awkward kid who wouldn't bring Sarah any harm, but also with having overheard the entire conversation Sarah and Jasper had shared on the porch minutes ago.

If Jasper and his always surprising deep voice managed to call Sarah, Jace seriously doubted the young man would threaten her innocence. A half dozen dates where Jasper fumbled through dinner without saying more than a few sentences, and Sarah, who loved to talk, would soon lose interest. She might keep Jasper as an acquaintance, so as not to hurt his feelings, but nothing more. Sarah had a kind and gentle way about her; her vulnerability was one of the reasons Jace always looked out for her.

Jace always remembered that Sarah was his best friend's sister. He reminded himself of that truth constantly and refused to let her quick wit and beauty weaken his will. If Jace wouldn't let himself act on his awareness of Sarah, then he damn well wouldn't let anyone else either.

He re-dressed the body he'd propped up against the bridge pillar, artfully arranging the man's slashed clothing over his brutalized, mangled frame. Tilting the lifeless head to the left, the individual stepped back and admired his work. The twinkling from the city lights in the distance reflected in the lifeless blue eyes. They had certainly been beautiful once upon a time, as had been the man himself, and those who knew him and loved him would certainly mourn.

Smiling, his being humming with the completion of his task, the man looked forward to phase two.
Wouldn't be much longer before the true joy began.
The man stroked the front of his pants and grew hard with anticipation.

Hands pinned to the bed, Sarah cried out as Jasper drove his cock into her for the first time, sheathing himself to the hilt.
Jasper froze above her, but his shaft continued to pulse deep inside her body. “You okay?” His face was a twist of stark passion, but his eyes blinked and cleared, pinning her to the bed as fully as his hands and the wonderful weight of his body.
Sarah nodded and squeezed their linked fingers. “It was a good scream.” She pumped up her hips as best she could, unable to remain still as she adjusted to the sensation of fullness in her pussy. She strained upward and brushed her mouth against Jasper's, loving the way he always clung and kissed her back. “Jeez, Jas, you feel so good.”
Chuckling, Jasper pulled out, sank all the way into her again, and delivered the most incredible friction against her walls. “You should feel what I'm feelin'.” He slid his hand down the side of her body, skimming shivers over her skin with the lightness of his touch. Reaching her hip, he clutched the firm flesh in his hand and pulled her leg up to his waist. He locked it around his back and opened her cunt to his penetration in a new way. Then he pushed up and into her with long, full strokes, rubbing his cock over her clit with every single strike.
Holy mother
. Sarah gritted her teeth as her sex clenched around Jasper's embedded length, somehow sucking him even deeper inside her body and sending the most delicious waves of pleasure to every corner of her being.
Jasper's mouth fell open, and he turned his head, swallowing a rough noise. “Oh God, honey, I can feel every damn response goin' on inside you.” Jasper let go of Sarah and braced his hands on the bed; he looked at her, and the intensity in his eyes turned the hazel nearly pure green. “You're so fuckin' tight.” He loomed over her, and perspiration put a shine on his nudity, creating a display for every line of ropy muscle covering his body. “Hold on to me”—Jasper's voice held more raw command than Sarah had ever heard in him—“and don't let go.”
Sarah grabbed Jasper's shoulders and dug in with her fingers. He withdrew and slammed his length into her pussy with incredible force, rolling Sarah's hips right off the bed. He did it again, and again, hitting at her core in a way that should have frightened her but didn't. Excitement coursed through Sarah, charging her system like a plug in a fully juiced socket. She bucked up against Jasper with each plunge of his cock, begging him with every molecule in her body to give her more.
Jasper looked into her eyes, and a sizzle of every moment of friendship they'd shared these last four years flashed between them and brought a private, sensual smile to his face. “Sweet Sarah.” He lowered the push-up stance of his arms and licked her open mouth, sweeping her lips with the flat of his tongue. “Sexy Sarah,” he added, smiling again as he continued to move within her body. She fluttered inside in response to that secret grin, and she rubbed her fingers over his mouth to feel it. Jasper kissed her fingertips and trembled. “Seductive Sarah.” He rocked his penis in and out of her sex in agonizingly delicious full strokes. “
My Sarah
.” His eyes remained locked on hers, and the brightness shining within reached right into her heart.
Sarah slid her arms around Jasper and curled her hands into his upper back, holding on tight. “Yours, Jas.” She slanted her lips across his and kissed him deeply, welcoming the tangle of his tongue that turned into a stabbing—a taking. Her mouth hung open, welcoming his wet aggression, craving every connection, no matter how rudimentary. “Yours.” Her pussy squeezed all around his prick again, completely out of her control.
“Mine.” Jasper's invasion picked up speed, and his breathing turned choppy against her sensitized lips. Every inch of Sarah's skin tingled with awareness of this mating, and she didn't understand how to contain the havoc he wreaked throughout her body.
“Please.” Lines of need pulled between Sarah's breasts, belly, and cunt, and every nerve ending in her being screamed to come. She'd wanted to have sex with Jasper for such a long time; now that he was finally on top of her, inside her, she couldn't get control of herself and go slowly. She shoved up against Jasper's cock with as much power as he pounded down on her. “Fuck…” Her lower body strained with every motion, trying to force more contact all around her sex. “Oh damn it, Jas, fuck me more.”
“Will… Yeah.” Jasper shifted his gaze to between their bodies, watching his cock piston in and out of her pussy. “God—” He pulled out, rubbed the head of his dick up and down the ruby red lips of her waxed pussy, and then pushed his hardness into her entrance, filling her again. “That's the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen.”
Sarah followed Jasper's focus to between her legs. She stared, mesmerized by Jasper's erection splitting her open and stretching her inside. Moments ago she had let her leg slide from around his waist, and now she had her thighs pressed high and wide open against the mattress, as if trying to display as much of herself for him as she could. Her breasts felt big and weighty; they swayed back and forth, and her deep wine red nipples hardened to tiny points of color in a sea of creamy skin, drawing her attention too. The tight buds twisted, begging for a tug. Sarah unsheathed her fingers from Jasper's sweat-slick back and covered her breasts, pushing them together and taking her nipples in hand. She tweaked and pulled at the textured flesh, stressing that line of concentrated need between her tits and her pussy to the breaking point.
Jasper growled and dipped down, biting the underside of Sarah's breast. The sting of his bite jolted a shock wave through her and swelled her sex even more.
“Yes, yes…” She whimpered, yanked harder on her nipples, and ground her pussy into the relentless drive of Jasper's cock. “Feels so good.”
“You're so sexy; you're killin' me.” Jasper let go of the bed with one hand and licked his fingers, stringing saliva between his tongue and his digits. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.” His wet, callused fingers skated over the smoothness of her mound and delved into the top of her slit, going right for her clit. He slid the V of his fingers around the pearled tip and flicked his thumb.
“Ahhh! Jas! Jas!” Sarah hooked her knees with her elbows and pulled her legs all the way up to her chest as the first slam of orgasm rocked through her. “Ohhh my Go…” She shuddered, and a low moan bubbled in her, drowning out her ability to speak. Spasm after spasm contracted the walls of her pussy, each one grabbing Jasper's penis and holding it inside.
“Oh shit.” Jasper jerked above her and then went completely still. His mouth opened, and his eyelids fell closed; red suffused his entire face and torso. With a sharp intake of his breath, hot wetness warmed Sarah's core—the sensation so strange, yet
exactly right
—as Jasper came, spilling himself within her pussy. Sarah pulsed around Jasper's heat, shivering with every spit of seed he put inside her body.
The last wave of release worked through them both, and Jasper opened his eyes. That sweet, pure smile of his—which held none of the nervousness it once had—appeared again. He pulled out and fell onto his back beside her, one arm stretched up to the wrought-iron bars of her headboard and the other flung wide over the edge of the bed.
Jasper turned his head and found her gaze. “Wow.” His breathing remained labored, and strands of damp blond hair clung to his neck. “That was worth the wait.”
Sarah rolled onto her side and rested her head in her palm. She brushed the back of her other hand across Jasper's heated cheek, then trailed it down his neck and shoulder, ending with her hand covering his heart. “My shy cowboy is bashful no more.” His cheeks burned crimson, and his heart kept kicking a rapid beat under her palm. “You, with your hot body…”
Sarah let her gaze wander down the length of the rangy cowboy lying naked in her bed. Then she examined him in reverse and stopped at his eyes. He hid nothing from her in his return stare—hadn't for a long time—and Sarah wondered what she'd done right in a previous life to be rewarded with such a good man in this one.
“Jeez, Jas, did anyone ever tell you that you really know how to treat a girl?” She could still feel his mouth on her breasts and his lips kissing her mound and teasing her clit, all of it leading up to his taking her for the first time. Her body warmed anew, and her sex throbbed just thinking about what they'd done. “You were amazing.”
“I ain't—” Jasper stopped, and Sarah knew he silently rebuked and corrected himself. “What I meant was, nobody has ever gotten me so excited like you do.” The quick flash of tension eased out of him, and he even smiled and slid a sly glance her way. “Been thinkin' about this moment since the night we first went out, if you want the truth.” He covered her hand on his chest and fiddled with her fingers. “I also jerked off three times today,” he added as his face refilled with red. “Knew I wouldn't last two seconds inside you if I didn't.”
“Did you really?” Sarah perked up and shifted to a cross-legged position. She looked down at Jasper's cock and just resisted the urge to stroke it while picturing him doing the same. “That's kind of sexy to think about.” Jasper's eyes widened, and she asked, “Are you really still surprised that I think it's hot to imagine you jerking off because you just can't help yourself?”
“Maybe. Some, I suppose.” Darkness passed through Jasper's gaze, changing the hazel to a swirl of green. “Some folks think it's nasty and wrong, no matter what. Some other girlfriend might think I should only get aroused and want to have sex or get worked up with her, if we were together like you and me.”
Jasper didn't talk much about his life before moving to Quinten, but he occasionally said things, such as this, that made Sarah wonder if growing up with his grandmother had been a very regimented, religious existence. Through her job at the sheriff's department, Sarah knew his estranged brother was bad news. She didn't mind any of that. She'd already figured that the girlfriend he had chased to Quinten, and the few he'd had since, were all idiots for letting this soft-spoken man out of their hands.
But thank God they did, or else he wouldn't be lying in my bed right now.

“You don't have to worry about me thinking anything bad about you, or that anything you might feel sexually is wrong or gross,” Sarah said. “You know that, right?”
He held her stare and nodded.
She rubbed her hand over his smooth chest, loving the heat of taut skin under her palm. She drew a circle around his nipple, the color just slightly darker than the rest of his flesh, and admired the way it tightened under her teasing touch. “If we're sharing truths here”—she flicked her gaze up to his—“I'll admit it gets me going to think about you so excited that you have to take care of it on your own. I guess I shouldn't ask where you get any privacy to do it, though, huh?”
Jasper clenched his teeth and slapped his hand over hers, stopping her finger. “The bunkhouse is a big, shared space,” he said, his voice a little strained. “But the toilets and shower stalls are private. There are other places on the property where you can go to be alone too.”
“Oh.” A strange stab of disappointment unsettled Sarah, and she realized part of her sexual thrill had been tied up in the thought of another guy getting a hard-on while watching Jasper play with himself. A picture of Jace, looking dark and moody, filled Sarah's vision and left her flushed all over. Her pussy flared and flooded with more moisture, mixing in with her natural lubrication and Jasper's cum. Sarah suddenly pictured tangle upon tangle of arms and legs, and she saw cocks shoving into her pussy and ass, as well as cries of need from men as they satisfied each other, and her, all at the same time. Male bodies, one dark and one light, sandwiched her, fucking her at the same time, only to then merge in her mind's eye to the men taking each other, and even her taking the men with fingers, tongue, and toys, all of them reveling in the decadent, base coupling—
“Sarah. Hey.” Jasper shook her shoulders, bringing Sarah out of her wicked thoughts. She blinked and noticed Jasper now sat upright in front of her, concern evident in his eyes. “Are you all right? You closed your eyes, and then you scratched my chest.”
Sarah dropped her focus to the four angry, blood-spotted lines marring Jasper's flesh. “Oh jeez; I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to me.”
Get those inappropriate thoughts of Jace out of your mind, girl. He does not want you that way. Jasper deserves all your attention, even in fantasies.
“Let me take care of that for you,” she said.
“What?”
“This.” She pushed Jasper onto his back and straddled his stomach. Her sex touched his lower belly, and they both trembled. Sarah stared at Jasper, holding him with her eyes. She grazed her fingertip around the injured area on his chest and then dipped down, licking across the scratches with the flat of her tongue. Jasper inhaled sharply, and a hint of metallic blossomed in Sarah's mouth, shocking in its intimacy. She laved again, letting the faint taste of Jasper's blood roll over her taste buds, attack her senses, and seep into her own system. She would clean the small cuts properly later, just as a precaution, but right now, she felt a bit like an animal taking care of its mate.
Sarah's tongue bath reached well beyond the area she had accidentally scratched, and she suddenly realized she had her face shoved into Jasper's armpit, murmuring noises of appreciation as she breathed in his natural musk. Abruptly, she pulled back. “Was that too much?” She scrunched up her face and burrowed into the curve of his shoulder. “Would you rather your girlfriend not lick and smell you like that?”
Jasper brushed his hand through Sarah's hair. Cupping her by the neck, he pushed his thumb under her chin and lifted her face out of hiding. “The way I see it, you can't do nothin' wrong.” His eyes were so open and bright, Sarah swore they almost twinkled. “You make me feel like I'm all right whenever I'm with you, and that whatever we do together is okay. You make me think I'm good enough to have you.”
He sometimes said things that made tears well in her eyes. “Cowboy, you are more than good enough for me.” She wiggled backward and hit the rigid length of his cock.
Mmm, hard again already. Nice
. She reared up but didn't scoot the few inches needed to put his erection in line with her entrance. “I want to do it again.” In the three years they began as friends, Sarah had slowly allowed her boldness and mouthy nature free with Jasper and felt almost no fear or insecurity with him anymore. “Can I try riding you this time?”
“Hell yeah.” Jasper's gaze darkened, and his penis twitched against her backside. “If you feel like you can take me again so soon, you can do whatever you want.” Jasper held Sarah by the waist and settled her on his already thickened cock. He eased her down with incredible slowness, stretching her pussy wonderfully until she was fully situated on his lap with every solid inch of his erection buried inside her.
He took his hands from her hips and wrapped them around bars that ran across her headboard. “You're in charge. I'm yours.” He stretched his arms and legs straight and showed off every line of his body to perfection. “Do whatever you want.”
“I like being yours.” Sarah wiggled on Jasper, making him hiss and roll his head back. Satisfied to every corner of her being, she arched her back, let her eyes fall closed, and with a moan, started to move.