Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)(75)

“My place.”

“Do you think moving straight in together is the best idea?”

God. I really hate this conversation.

“Why not? Now spread your legs. Pull your panties to the side with one hand and rub slow circles on your clit with the other.”

I bark out a disbelieving laugh. “Are you joking right now?”

“No, Sloane. You look tense. Take the edge off.”

I’m shaking my head at him while I do as he instructed. He left me seriously riled up this morning, and as much as I secretly like playing this game, I will not turn down an orgasm to help with that.

Plus, he’s not wrong. I go from tense to buzzing with anticipation instantly. With two fingers, I hook the wet fabric out of the way and find my swollen clit.

I press down firmly before circling, biting down on my lip to keep quiet.

“I have houses in Chestnut Springs,” he says, like carrying this conversation on while I play with myself is perfectly normal. I have to bite back my smile. I never saw this side of Jasper coming, and I am fucking living for it. He likes being in control and choosing this with him makes me feel like I’m taking back part of myself I never indulged either. My own control. “Multiple. You’d have to commute. Or you can spend the next few months dancing at Summer’s gym. But you can have one.”

“Multiple houses?”

He nods, clearing his throat. “Keep rubbing, Sloane. I bought an entire block. A row of businesses on one side—including Summer’s gym—and houses set on the other. I figured I’d need something to do when I eventually retire, and fixing up a bunch of old bungalows in a town I love would be a fun passion project. Something to keep my hands busy.”

At that mention, he glances down at my hand. His jaw pops before he looks back up at my eyes. “Plus, I found out your dad wanted to buy that block and put in a stupid mall or something. Ruin the town with his shiny cookie-cutter bullshit. So I fucked him in the process by going to the realtor personally. That’s the thing about small towns. They trust and like who they know. And she knew me.”

I’m a little floored by what he’s just told me, but I’m not thinking straight with my fingers between my legs. Plus, he’s pushed the sleeves of his sweatshirt up, giving me a sexy view of the veins that run from his hands into his tattooed forearms. “But you could have spent all that money on hunting lions,” I quip, watching the muscles under that black ink flex.

“Put one finger in,” he bites out instantly.

And I do.

“Now two.”

I moan and easily slide a second finger into myself, pressing in and out a few times.

“Feet up on the dashboard,” he clips, reaching down to adjust his cock in his jeans.

“Oh my god,” I murmur. The blush from my cheeks instantly blazes out over my chest, my breasts, my stomach. My entire body is on fire for him.

I move my feet up onto the dash, making the fit that much tighter. I moan at the sensation.

“You love this. I know.” He juts his chin at me. “Knees open so I can see.”

“You sure this is safe?” I tease breathily.

“There’s nothing safe about how badly I want you, Sloane. Never has been. Now add a third finger. I wanna watch you work for it.”

His head flips back to the road. It’s a straight, quiet stretch on a perfectly sunny weekday afternoon. Jasper would never take unnecessary risks.

As I slide a third finger in and feel the bite of my body stretching, I decide this risk is very necessary. Coming is very necessary. And following his orders like this sets my body buzzing like I’ve never felt.

“How does that feel, Sloane?”

I close my eyes, imagine his body over mine, and moan. “So good.”

“You pretending it’s me stuffed between your legs rather than your fingers right now?”

My eyes snap open and I glare over at him.

“Fuck your fingers and answer my question.”

My hand moves in and out slowly, feeling so fucking good. It’s dirty and kinky and so unlike the reserved version of me. I became someone else under the thumb of all the shit around me, so I let myself luxuriate in feeling dirty and free to take what I want.

“Yes. I was thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.”

A soft, satisfied smile touches his lips. Everything about him is so hyper masculine, hard and domineering but doting all at once. Jasper always makes me feel like he’ll catch me when I fall. He always has.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” I pant out, still working my fingers wantonly into myself.

“Too bad.” He chuckles. He fucking chuckles. “Put your pants back on and wait.”

I loud groan erupts from my throat as I bang my head against the seat, instantly crossing my legs to ease the swell of pleasure coiling in my core.

Like I might strangle it. Snuff it out.

But it doesn’t work. Every nerve ending is firing. Everything I see is Jasper.

I’ve never been so fucking worked up in my life.

“That is just cruel. Aren’t you so uncomfortable?”

He shrugs, looking altogether too pleased with himself. “Yeah. It’s not worse than watching you date losers for years though.”

I scoff at that. “You’re a masochist.”