Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)(70)

He glances down at my left hand before hitting me with that intense eye contact of his again. “Tell me you’re mine, Sloane.” His thrusts slow, and the look he gives me shows a flash of insecurity.

One that doesn’t need to be there.

Without hesitation I say the words. “I’m yours, Jasper. I always have been.”

Satisfaction flares in his dark irises, and he unleashes on me, one hand slipping down to rub my clit while he fucks me hard enough to make my body slide and stick against the marble.

“And you always will be,” he grunts out as we combust, each of us belonging more to the other than to ourselves as I feel him jerk and spill himself inside me.





27

Jasper


I drop back down over her perfect fucking body, dragging soft, messy kisses over her sweat-slicked chest. I work to get my vision straight, blinking and willing my heart rate to even out.

All my hottest sexual fantasies have featured Sloane.

And none of them were as hot as the real thing.

Her fingers comb through the back of my hair. “It’s a shame that I’ve peaked at only twenty-eight,” she breathes out raggedly. “I’m sure every sexual experience will be downhill after that.”

I chuckle against her and it vibrates through her body. I love feeling this connected to her right now. Like I could send her subliminal messages and she’d just know.

“Sunny, we’re only getting started.” I pull away, and my cock slips from her heat. A rush of cum follows, spilling out. Holding her gaze for a beat, I reach down and use one finger to slide it back in. My cock hardens as I work her, practically ready to go again when she whimpers and clenches around me.

I stand, wanting to see her right now. Not just being mine, but really looking like mine.

My eyes rake over her body, all splayed out for me. My stubble burn on her chest. My cum inside her. And I smirk, feeling incredibly satisfied with the mess we’ve made.

“Fuck,” she huffs out, eyes fluttering shut, as I continue to slide my finger in and out of her.

“Is that a request, Sloane?”

Her lips quirk up, her mesmerizing blue eyes taking on a dreamy, faraway look that I want to get lost in. “No, Jasper. It’s a demand.”

I immediately reach for her, pull her into me, and lift her up in my arms. “Whatever my girl wants,” I rumble against her hair as I carry her into the living room.

Then I drop her to the couch, put her on all fours, and drag her ass up into position before giving in to all of her demands.

Repeatedly.





I expected to wake up with Sloane’s head pressed to my chest. Instead, I wake up with her naked and straddling me, running her hands all over my chest, her perfect tits with this alluring little C-shape beneath them.

“Eyes up here, Gervais.” Her fingers pinch and give a little tug to the hair on my chest, drawing my attention to her face.

“Wasn’t trying to find your eyes, Winthrop.” I shoot her a wicked grin, one that doesn’t come out to play much.

It dawns on me that I don’t smile much, period. Don’t usually feel inclined. But with Sloane, they crop up out of nowhere. There’s a special power in being able to make a person smile just by existing.

“Pig,” she huffs, dropping her chin shyly and going back to tracing the lines of my tattoos with her fingers.

“I’ve spent years getting lost in your eyes, Sloane. The rest of you though? It’s all new. I imagine this is what going to Disneyland for the first time is like. Overstimulating.”

“My boobs are—”

“Perfect,” I cut her off, catching the self-deprecating look she shoots down at herself.

Sloane rolls her eyes and pauses. “Wait, you’ve never been to Disneyland?” One hand shoots up to cover her mouth, and her eyes go wide, like she spoke before thinking about how my childhood played out. Even before that day, expensive family vacations weren’t in the cards for us. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I much prefer this version of Disneyland. No waiting in line. The ride is all mine.” I reach up, gently palming her breasts before sliding one hand under the sheets and landing a slap on her ass. “Does Cinderella have an ass like this? Because unless she does I’m not interested.”

A shy smile graces her lips, and her soft hair brushes her collarbones as she stares down at me. Sun blazes in from the skylight above her, making her glow.

Not for the first time, I’m struck by the feeling that everything feels different between us. And yet the same somehow. There’s no awkwardness. There’s not that sensation that usually hits where I want to be alone.

I’d rather just lie here and stare at her.

“Hi, Sunny.” My hands land on her hips, holding her gently, fingers trailing over the dips at the base of her spine.

“Hi, Jas.” Her fingers splay over the ballerina tattoo on my ribs, and we stare at each other for a few beats. “What are we going to do today?”

“Whatever you want.” My hands pulse, and her cheeks turn pink as my cock hardens beneath her.

“Are we leaving this cottage?” Her head tilts when she asks me the question.

“Would probably be most polite if we did.”

“Since when do you care about being polite? You usually sit in the corner with the brim of your cap pulled low so no one talks to you.”