Never Enough: The Vipers MC (46 page)

“Almost,” she said.

He looked down and drew his eyebrows together in confusion. “What else is there?”

“I just meant Daniel.”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah. I guess it could have been worse, though. I guess I should feel lucky to have only lost one guy and only had one get injured badly.” His voice broke as he said it.

“No, that’s crazy. You don’t have to feel like that. I mean, yes, be grateful it wasn’t worse, but that doesn’t take away the pain of your loss. And you have every right to feel that pain. You lost a good friend today. It’s going to take a lot of time to heal from that. I’m sure part of you never will. You’ll always miss him.”

“I’ll always feel like I should have done more. Like I could have saved him if only I’d done things differently.”

“You can’t go around carrying that. You didn’t kill him. Jasper, you ran into a burning building to save him. How many guys would do that? Not many at all. You risked your life for him. There’s nothing else you could have done.”

He pulled her close again, running his hand into her hair and pressing his cheek against hers. “Thank you. I’m so lucky to have you. And I’m so glad you’re okay and Sophia is okay. I almost lost my mind so many times today. I don’t know what was worse—seeing you on the floor with Sophia handcuffed to the sink with Leo pointing a gun at you or seeing you face Sam and him having Sophia at gunpoint. So many things could have gone wrong and I’m happy that they didn’t. It feels good just to hold you, knowing that if something had been different, I might not have been able to. Daniel’s not holding his girl tight tonight.”

“I might have been in danger, but I could also be Angie right now. If something had happened to you, I might be alone in my bed, crying for you like she’s crying for Daniel. I’m so relieved and thankful that you’re okay, too. Even if you do have some injuries. You’ll recover from them fully, and I’ve seen you in much worse condition. We were both lucky today.”

He nodded his agreement. “I just have one question.”

“What?”

“Do you think we could get luckier?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” He let his fingers trail down her cheek to her chin, then her neck. He paused and lowered his hand to cup her breast. “I mean, can we go get lucky right now?”

She giggled and pressed her lips against his. “I would love that.”

“Perfect.” He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Then he carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He closed the door behind them, sending the room into complete darkness until she reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.

“I have been looking forward to this moment since the last time I was here,” he said.

She smiled up at him as he hovered over her.

He kissed all along her jaw and down her neck. Then he slid down and raised her shirt just an inch. He kissed across her stomach before lifting her shirt another inch. He made his way up slowly, until her shirt was over her bra. She reached down to pull the shirt over her head.

He slid down one bra strap, then the other, kissing her shoulder and chest down toward her breasts. She unhooked her bra and tossed it to the ground. He took one nipple into his mouth, clamping it gently between his teeth while rolling her other nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his uninjured hand. She moaned in response and ran her fingers through his hair. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her nipple, caressing her breasts gently.

He was already hard. Fiona could feel his hard on through his pants and she pressed her hips up and toward him, the stiffness rubbing against her clit. He slid his hands down and pressed her hips to the bed so she couldn’t move.

“You’re in an awful hurry tonight.” He kissed down her stomach to her belly button and looked up at her.

“You’re driving me mad.” She tugged her own hair and tried to thrust her hips up again.

His face fell into a sly smile. “That’s my job.”

“Then do it already.” She half giggled and reached down to unzip her pants.

He took her wrists before she got very far with the zipper, and pressed them into the bed. “Do I have to tie you down?”

“That could be fun.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

She shrugged. “I’ve never actually done it before.”

Sam had always threatened to tie her up and keep screwing her repeatedly, but he never had. He’d held her wrists a few times, pulled her hair, even pressed a pillow over her face, but he’d never used handcuffs or rope.

Jasper gasped suddenly and slipped off the bed in a hurry.

“What?” She sat up, his abrupt motion sending a wave of panic through her.

“We never got the handcuffs off Sophia’s hand.”

“Oh.” She laid back down. “I know. But how can we? We don’t have a key or anything. I figured we’d take her somewhere tomorrow. It’s not too tight or anything. She’ll be okay.”

He left the room and she heard him open Sophia’s door slowly. What was he doing?

She got up and yanked her t-shirt back on, leaving the bra on the ground. They would get back to this later. No way was she going to sleep tonight without having him inside her first.

She crept down the hall and peeked into Sophia’s room. Jasper was bent over her, the light from his cell phone by his side. She was still fast asleep, but he held the handcuff and was using something to pick at the lock.

“Can you get it open?” she asked.

He nodded, then the handcuff clicked open. He gently laid Sophia’s hand back down and picked up his phone. He put whatever he’d been using to open the handcuff into his pocket.

“And now, conveniently, we have handcuffs.” He winked. “Two birds, one stone.”

“But there are no keys for those.”

He came to her and they left the room. He pulled the door shut behind them as they stepped into the hallway.

“Even better that way,” he said.

“Jasper…”

“Don’t you trust me?” He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her neck.

“Yes, but what if you can’t get them open?”

“I won’t close it too tight. And I’ll be able to get them open. They’re not difficult. People don’t get out of cuffs because the lock is so great. They don’t get out of them because you can’t pick the lock with your hands in cuffs. I’ve spent hours practicing.”

He put the cold metal cuff to her wrist. She wasn’t too sure of this. She did trust him, though. With her life and with Sophia’s. He wouldn’t put her in cuffs if he wasn’t sure he could get her out of them. That gave her some comfort.

“You can say no,” he said. “It’s okay. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Oh.” She bit his earlobe and tugged on it with her teeth. “That’s a shame. I was kinda hoping you’d make me just a little uncomfortable. In the hot and bothered sort of way.”

He moaned into her ear and closed the cuff around her wrist. He walked her backward into her bedroom, pulling her shirt back off as she stepped inside the room. He threw it down, then closed the cuff around her other wrist.

“Now let’s see if you get impatient,” he said.

He tossed her onto the bed and climbed over her. He pulled off his shirt and teased her with his tongue. All over her stomach and breasts and nipples, he kissed and pinched and bit.

“This is really unfair,” she said. “I can’t touch you at all?”

He shook his head. “Maybe I’ll let you touch me later. If you’re good.”

“Oh, well, forget it, then.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Being good is no fun,” she said. “I prefer being bad.”

“In that case.” He flipped her over and smacked her ass. “I’ll have to punish you.”

He lay down on top of her, his hand in her hair, kissing along her neck. From this angle she could reach him, though. She dug her fingers into the hard muscles of his stomach.

Then he got off and turned her back over with a sigh. “You just can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you?”

She shook her head. “Not when you’re that hot.”

“You think I’m hot?” He kneeled on the bed and flexed his arms, making the muscles jump and bulge.

She bit her lip and nodded.

“How hot?”

“So hot, I want to rip off all your clothes right now.”

“Let’s not. These are the only pants I own at the moment.” He winked at her.

He slowly unzipped her pants. Too slowly. Why was he torturing her like this? He tugged on her pants, sliding them down an inch at a time. With each new patch of skin visible, he danced his fingertips and flicked his tongue over her skin. He moved down her thighs to her knees and her calves. He sucked on her toes and she let out a moan.

“You like that?” He slipped his tongue between her toes.

“Yes. I like every way you touch me.”

He pulled down his own pants, but kept his underwear on. He left her panties in place, too, and crawled back on top of her. He pushed his hips down, pressing his hard cock against her until she moaned.

“Jasper…”

“Yes?” he whispered in her ear.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please get inside me right now.”

He rubbed his nose against hers and moved away from her.

She cried out in frustration. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I like seeing you squirm.”

“Next time, I’m cuffing you.”

“That could be fun. But tonight is my turn. You’ll just have to deal with it. I have to say, though, you’re not making me want to let you out of those cuffs.”

“I just want to touch you.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“You want to suck my dick?”

“Yes.”

“I might be able to allow that.” He scooted up on the bed and pulled down his boxer briefs. His hard cock broke free and pointed straight at her. She opened her mouth and he slid in.

She sucked and moved her mouth up and down. This would be better with hands, she thought, but she would have to do her best with only her mouth. She moved up and down his shaft, taking him in as far as she could. She wanted to drive him mad like he was doing to her. He twisted his fingers through her hair and moaned.

“You are so good at that.” After a few minutes, he pulled out and winked at her. “Almost too good.”

“Good enough for you to give me what I want?”

He raised his eyebrows. “And what’s that?”

“You know what I want. I want you deep inside me.”

“Oh no. Not yet.”

She growled at him and thrust her hips toward him. He ripped her panties down and off her in one fluid movement. Then he pushed her legs apart slowly. He dragged her panties over her clit. She wiggled against them, wanting more. He smacked her with them gently, like he would have done with a whip, just hard enough to make it sting the tiniest bit. She cried out in pleasure each time.