The Rules Regarding Gray (36 page)

She started shaking her head.

“I love you. And I’m better for you than him. I
am
.”

She started nodding then, vigorously agreeing, her eyes wide.

“I’m a
better
man than him. I know that.”

“Jas—”

“I just want you back—”

“I didn’t sleep with him.” She cut him off quickly.

He looked away for a moment. “It’s okay,” he said when he looked back. “You had no reason to think—”

“No! I didn’t sleep with him. I came home from San Diego, and I broke up with him. He lied to you.” She studied him.

“What?” He stared at her in confusion. “Wait. What?”

“I just found out you thought Ian and I were still together.”

He nodded. He was too stunned to react beyond that.

“Jas?”

He was still nodding. “He fucking lied?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to kill that man,” he muttered as he picked her up, slamming the door behind him. He wrapped his arms around her, clutching his fingers into her shoulders as he walked toward her bed. “I love you regardless, but you’re saying you didn’t?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t.”

“Oh, God, I love you,” he whispered against her ear.

“I love you too.” She pulled back to look at him, cupping his face in her hands. “I was coming to San Diego to tell you.”

He nodded. “And slap me too?”

She nodded. “I’ve… I’ve changed my mind on that.”

He kissed her, moaning against her lips as he laid her down on the bed under his body. He pushed her legs open wide, and he pulled the top of her tank top down, exposing her breasts. He pushed his chest against hers and let her nipples press into his skin. And he kissed some more. He pushed his tongue past her lips, tasting her and remembering her.

“You taste like mine,” he murmured even as his lips still covered hers.

He pulled back, smiling gently, and then he leaned to her neck, inhaling against her skin. “You smell like mine,” he said.

And when he let his palm run over her breast, he squeezed her small mound in his hand, loving the feel of her. “You feel like mine.”

He moved to her side, pulling her body to face him, and then he guided her hand down and over the front of his jeans. He was hard and straining, and she moaned quietly as her fingers traced the definition of his erection.

“You touch like mine.” His hand covered hers as her hand moved and caressed, and he moaned.

He pulled her hand from his body after a moment, and he pushed her to her back. He undid the button at the waist of her shorts quickly, and he pushed his hand past her underwear, sliding his finger between her lips. She was soaking wet, and she hissed as his finger plunged gently but deeply into her.

“This feels like mine too. Only mine.”

She nodded, and then he pushed another finger in with the first as her lips parted and her eyes closed. He watched her face as he penetrated slowly. He pushed and pulled, focusing on her brow—the way it flinched as he toyed with her body. Her tongue—as it passed over her lower lip in arousal. Her lips—the way they trembled as she neared her release. And her eyes—the way they widened when he brought her to orgasm and then fluttered as she passed over her peak.

He made love to her then, rolling his hips between her parted thighs and feeling her tightness constrict around him. And when he rolled their bodies, leaving her on top of him, he held her hands, letting her use them as leverage to balance as her hips humped seductively—pulling him within her. She danced on his lap like the most experienced lover in all the world, but she was all innocence to him.

She looked at him, her cheeks flushed pink, and she watched him as closely as he watched her. They loved to watch one another. She was as intrigued by the sight of him as he was by the sight of her. It was just how they were with one another, and they had been since the first time they’d played together. But this was so much more than playing.

He sat up, still holding her hands near her hips as she moved, and he looked down, watching her nipples graze his pecs. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you too.” Her voice was just as quiet.

She came a few minutes later, whimpering his name as she clung to his shoulders, and he rolled her under him, thrusting deep only a few times before he stilled and spilled himself within her. He chuckled even as he caught his breath, and he let his forehead find hers. He could feel her breath against his lips, and it wasn’t until he’d caught his that he crawled down her body. He laid between her legs, his upper arms under her thighs, his forearms running up her hips to splay his hands out on her lower belly. He leaned to that soft spot he loved so much, kissing a few inches below her belly button, and he rested his chin there when he finally looked up to her face.

She was looking down at him, her hands behind her head as she rested against her pillow. She smiled gently, reaching down with one hand and brushing his hair from his eyes. “Are you home?”

He watched her for a moment, and then he traced his fingers along her belly. “Right here,” he murmured. He kissed her belly again, but then he took a deep breath, peering up at her again. “I offered to sell the bar to Seth.”

Her brow wrinkled.

“Before…” He shook his head.

“And the estate sale?” she asked, looking a little nervous at the mere mention of it. He was guessing it wasn’t the sale as much as the agent attached to it that left her feeling insecure.

He smiled. “Not for another couple weeks. And then I still have to figure out what I want to do with the property itself. And my father…” He was shaking his head again.

“Jas?”

“Yeah?” He finally looked back at her eyes.

“What if we moved there?” She watched him, waiting for a reaction.

His blood was warm as it coursed through him. And he smiled at her.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Jasper fell fast asleep, and after Gray watched him for a while, she crept from bed. She did some laundry, she even put together a veggie lasagna for dinner, and the number of text messages she exchanged with Anna was well over an hour’s worth of conversing. The sun started going down mid-evening, and she peeked in on him a time or two. The sheets were low on his back as he lay on his stomach. She could see her own scratch marks on his shoulders, and she laughed softly.

San Diego. Had she really offered to move there with him? He shouldn’t have been there alone to begin with, and there was no one else in the world that should return there with him than her. She dressed in a light pink leotard, and she slipped her compression wrap over her foot and ankle. It helped stabilize and protect her ankle when she did yoga or swam, and after she put the lasagna in the oven, she moved to her small dance studio.

She missed dance. But the very idea of putting a pointe shoe on and moving through even the simplest of her positions, left her cringing. She could imagine what was happening in her ankle, and she could also imagine that tendon snapping again. She shrugged her shoulders as a shiver ran through her. It wasn’t a pleasant thought in the least, and she wasn’t sure returning to dance was worth the risk of making herself permanently disabled.

But yoga, strike that, modified yoga, now this she liked. She had to be careful, but thanks to being fit and strong, she could handle nearly every position without having to strain her tendon. She rolled her mat out on the floor, and she started stretching. She did the splits, leaning down to her front leg and gripping her good foot as her bad leg stretched out behind her. She stayed there for a while, feeling the tension in her muscles slip away.

When she turned her hips, she seamlessly moved her body into a straddle split, facing the wall of mirrors head on. She gasped as she took in Jasper’s naked form behind her. He was watching, his arms crossed on his chest and his erection high on his stomach. He studied her body, both the backside that was visible from his angle, and the front side which he appraised in the mirror.

When he walked up to her, he crouched behind her body, peering over her shoulder at her face in the mirror. He reached down, gripping her hips gently and letting his thumbs run a gentle arc over her bottom. “Had I known you could do this, I’d have kept G’s four poster bed, so I could tie your ankles to it and fuck the hell out of you. Guess we’ll be buying a new one.”

She swallowed a lump, and he watched, lifting his hand to gently grip the front of her throat. He leaned down, kissing the top of her shoulder as he continued to watch her.

“How about you move your leotard aside, so I can see how wet you are.”

She breathed deeply as she met his eyes in the mirror. When she reached down, he focused on her eyes until she pulled the crotch of her leotard aside. Only then did he slowly lower his focus to her sex. His jaw clenched tight and his nostrils flared, and then his lips were on the top of her shoulder again as he breathed against her skin.

He loosened the hand on her hip and reached down, running his finger through her wetness as she cried out.

“I love how wet you get. I love the feel of it, the sound of it, the taste alone drives me insane. Are you ready to dance?” he asked, his lips still against her shoulder.

She nodded. “I can even walk now,” she teased, and she could feel his lips pulling up against her skin.

When he lifted his mouth from her shoulder, he kissed the side of her neck. “I don’t need your foot.” The hand that still rested on the front of her throat, moved up her neck to her face, his fingers brushing along her lips. “Just your mouth and my cock.”

She nodded, and he smiled at her. He stripped her out of her leotard when he helped her up, and he turned her mat to run perpendicular to the mirror before he sat at the end farthest from the mirrors. She knelt between his legs, her back to the mirror, and as she looked at him, she chuckled, and he smirked at her.

“I see,” she said as she glanced back at the mirror behind her.

“Come on, Gray, show me that ass I like so much. And keep your legs wide apart.” He winked.

She glanced back once as she leaned forward, but she abandoned her own self-consciousness quickly thanks to the ever-looming cock in front of her. She’d not done this with him. She wasn’t sure why. It had just never worked out that way, and now that it was time, she was almost frightened. She wasn’t at all sure her lips would even fit around him, and as she glanced up at him, his eyes were studying the mirror. But he looked down at her and smirked when he caught her eyeing him. His eyebrows shot up in amusement, and he reached down, running his thumb over her lower lip.

“Come here,” he whisper, and she kneeled up to his face. He pulled her lips to his and kissed her gently. “No one gets to make the rules for us anymore. It’s just us. It was always just us.”

She nodded, and he smiled.

“Now lick,” he demanded.

She leaned back down, letting her tongue trace around the head of his cock. He groaned and cussed as her tongue followed the ridge of skin, and when she dipped her tongue in the slit at the tip, he hissed. Her lips distended painfully as she sank her mouth around him, and his moan deepened as she sucked.

He was watching her backside in the mirror again, and as she pulled up with her mouth, he twisted his fingers in her hair. But he didn’t force her movements. He let her set the pace, sinking and lifting her mouth. Suction was barely possible with her mouth so overfull with him, but she pulled against his length, feeling his fingers twist tighter and tighter in her hair.

She planted her elbow between his legs, resting her forearm out and letting his testicles sit heavy and tight in her palm, and then she squeezed gently as he hummed. She gently stroked the tight skin, and his breath caught in his throat as he dug his heels into the yoga mat. One hand was planted behind his hip as he leaned back.

“How much of me do you want to own?” he asked quietly.

She pulled back, glancing up to his eyes. “All of you.”

He smirked, and when she squeezed his balls gently, his mouth fell open.

“I like that answer. Now give me your hand.”

He pulled her hand up to his mouth, sucking her middle finger between his lips and into his mouth. His tongue ran over her skin, and her entire body flushed with goose bumps. He stroked along her finger, sucking, and when he released the hold, her finger was glossy and wet.

“Keep going.” He studied her eyes closely.

She stared at him for a moment, and then she lowered her hand between his legs again and found that smooth skin just beyond his testicles. She paused, glancing up at him, and then she let her finger trail back farther. He was breathing deeply as he watched her, and he leaned back farther, glancing at her figure in the mirror as his brow flinched for a second. Then his eyes were back on her face, and he nodded. He actually looked terrified.

When her finger brushed that tight puckered skin, he hissed, and his lips trembled.

“Fuck, Gray,” he murmured as his thighs shook. “You can have every inch of me. Now do it.”

She pushed through, his body tightening around her finger, and then it was smoothness and his guttural groans. His head fell back and his thighs went rigid still. When she leaned to the head of his cock, she trailed her tongue around it, toying as her finger pushed deeper into his body.