Unveil Me (The Jaded Series Book 3) (11 page)

Turning his head to the side, he looks at me and replies with a ragged voice, “You are, Jase.”

Andrew tries to push his hips back, forcing my dick back inside, but I stop his movement. I keep my hips still while I ask him the question that’s fucked with my head all day.

“Do you still want Jaxon? Do you think about him fucking you?”

Andrew goes completely still below me. He grips the comforter beneath him.

“What the fuck, Jase?” he growls over his shoulder.

“Answer the damn question,” I snarl at him, and ram my hips forward at the same time I pull his back to me. “Do you still want Jaxon?”

“Fuck!” he shouts at my sudden movement. The muscles in his arms strain as he holds himself up. “No, I don’t want fucking Jaxon,” he growls.

I pull out and forcefully drive back into him again. I reach forward and get a good grip on his hair and yank his face to the side. I look into his black eyes and ask him again.

“Who’s fucking you, Andrew?”

He narrows his eyes at me and tries to pull his hair from my grip. I don’t allow it, and instead yank it back more.

“I’ve already told you who’s fucking me, Jase,” he growls. “But if you don’t stop dicking around and start moving,
I’ll
be the one fucking
you
.”

Shit, his attitude turns my dick to stone. I angle my lips over his and kiss the ever-lovin’ shit out of him.

I pull back just enough to separate our lips and say, “Don’t you forget it.
I’m
the one fucking you. I’m the
only
one who will ever fuck you again. Got it?”

“Goddammit, Jase!” he says through bared teeth. “Yes, I fucking got it!”

Satisfied with his answer, I release his hair, grab his hips, and plow my dick in as far and hard as I can, immediately pulling back out and pounding back in again. The force of my thrusts causes the bed to shift. The need to dominate and show Andrew I’m the only man who will ever have him this way is uncontrollable.

I reach around to wrap a hand around his cock. Squeezing hard, I give it a few strokes as I continue to fuck him for all I’m worth.

I feel my balls tighten and draw up. I’m getting close, and I want Andrew right there with me. Below me, he grunts with each of my strokes, both from my dick and my hand. Knowing that he is enjoying this as much as I am spurs me on. I want him to want more. I want him to always want to come to me for his sexual needs.

I grind my hips into his ass, trying to get even deeper inside him. Leaning forward, I wrap one arm around his stomach. My stomach is pressed to his back and most of my weight is now on him. I pull my hips back and slam back inside.

The pace of my strokes on his dick quickens. Andrew reaches back and grabs my ass, trying to bring me in further. There’s no way, though. I’m as far in as I possibly can be.

“Fuck, Andrew, you ready, baby? I can’t hold it any longer,” I groan against his back.

Andrew’s answer is to tighten his muscles around my dick and shove his ass back against my hips. My lips find his back between his shoulder blades and I bite down with a growl. I mark him with my teeth as my hips and hand pick up speed.

Fuck, I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. The feel of Andrew tightening around me has my stomach clenching and me tipping over the edge with a loud shout. Just as I hit my peak, I hear Andrew’s own shout and feel his warm release on my hand.

My frantic thrusts slow slightly as I carry us both through our climax. I drive forward a few more times before I slow my hips and rest my head against his back. We both lie there trying to catch our breath.

After a moment, I gently pull out of Andrew, dispose of the condom, and fall to my back beside him. The bed jumps a little and I look over at Andrew, who is on his side with his head propped up on his hand. His breathing has slowed and he lies there watching me.

“What the hell was that about?” he asks quietly, his brows arched in question.

I turn my head away and look up at the ceiling. Throwing my hands up behind my head, I answer honestly, “Jack mentioned today that you’ve had a thing for Jaxon for a while. I let it get to me and didn’t like it.”

Andrew doesn’t say anything for so long that I look back over at him. He has a grin on his face, which piques my temper. I’m glad he thinks this is something to smile about. I personally hate it. I’ve never felt jealousy before and it’s not a pleasant feeling.

“Jase, honey, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I haven’t looked at another man, including Jaxon, for months, since the first time I saw you,” he says, smile still in place. The look in his eyes says he’s sincere.

This isn’t the first time Andrew’s mentioned seeing me months ago. There’s no way that’s possible, because I’ve only been here a couple of weeks. I ask him to clarify.

“A couple months before you got here, Chris showed me a photo of you. She told us you were planning a trip here and wanted to introduce us. She didn’t tell you because she was worried it may scare you off. From the beginning, when I first saw you in that photo, I knew right away I had to have you. I felt an instant connection, even from a simple picture. So yes, I did have feelings for Jaxon, even though I knew he didn’t share them, but from the moment I knew about you, I’ve never, not once, thought about Jaxon that way again. All I can think about is you. I’m sure Chris wanted to snap my neck a few times because I bugged her for information about you and hounded her about when you were coming to town.”

By the time he’s done talking, he’s scooted over to my side of the bed and is running his fingers through my chest hair. It feels good and my body starts to respond again.

I’m not exactly sure how to feel about what he just told me. On one hand, I feel deceived because Andrew knew about me before I got here and didn’t tell me. But on the other, it’s hot as fuck that he’s wanted me from the beginning, before he even met me.

I look at the time on my watch and decide to let the subject go for now.

I turn to my side and lean over to give Andrew a kiss before murmuring against his lips, “I don’t like the idea of you thinking about another man. It pisses me off and makes me want to hurt someone. But I know you had a life before me. I have to accept that, and I will.”

“Believe me, baby, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” he says. “There’s no other man out there I want besides you. Jaxon will always mean something to me, but you’re the one I will always want. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not. Now, get your ass up and dressed so we can go.” He finishes with a slap to my ass.

He chuckles against my lips at my growl, before pulling back and getting off the bed. I watch as he saunters into the bathroom for a shower, his tight ass making me wish we had more time.

I get up from the bed to grab the jeans I had on earlier and finish getting ready. Ten minutes later, Andrew comes out of the steamy bathroom, puts his own clothes on, and then we leave to go have dinner at his mom’s place.

Andrew, his mom Sandra, and I are all sitting around the table finishing up dinner. When we first got here, Sandra welcomed me with open arms. Literally. When we walked up the steps to the porch she was already waiting for us. As soon as Andrew introduced us, she grabbed me, tugged me forward, and wrapped her arms around my waist. She left me no choice but to do the same.

I wouldn’t say I was worried that she wouldn’t like me, but a little part of me, the part that’s still hurt over my parents’ reaction to me revealing I’m gay, was a little leery. She immediately put me at ease, and I knew I was going to like her. I enjoy watching Andrew and her interact. They are so easy with each other and you can plainly see the love they share.

I never really had that with my parents. Chris didn’t either. They weren’t bad parents, but they weren’t there for us like they should have been. We always had the material things we needed, we just didn’t have any emotional support.

“So, Jase, do you plan to stick around Jaded Hollow long?” Sandra asks me from across the table.

I shift in my seat, unsure how to answer. Andrew and I have talked more about what’s going down with Damien. He’s adamant I stay here and let him and Mac help, but I’m still not sure if that’s the best thing to do. If it were up to me, I’d never leave; however, if I feel it’s best I leave, I will. I won’t play around with Chris’s safety. And I have no doubt Damien will do what he threatened.

“I’d like to, ma’am, but we’ll have to see how it goes,” I tell her, and then feel Andrew squeeze my thigh underneath the table. I glance over at him and see irritation in his eyes.

“Well, I hope you do. Andrew needs someone to keep him in line and curb his tongue. I’m hoping you can do that for me.” She says this with a twinkle in her eye, and looks over at her son.

“Sorry, Mom. There’s no chance of that happening. No one can take away the awesomeness that is me,” Andrew says, winking.

“See what I mean?” she asks me with a smile.

“Well, I do have to admit, Andrew is pretty awesome, and as much as he can be a bit boisterous at times, I wouldn’t change him. Andrew’s special and one of a kind.”

“Ha!” Andrew says with a big grin on his face, and points his finger at Sandra. “Told you so! Even Jase sees that I’m special and there’s no one else like me. He has great taste.”

“Oh, dear Lord, help us all,” she mutters to the ceiling, but I see mirth in her eyes. She dips her head back down and looks at me, her expression turned serious. “I’m glad you feel that way,” she says quietly. “My boy
is
one of a kind and not just anyone can make him happy—the kind of happy he truly deserves. I think he may have found that person in you.” She has tears in her eyes when she gets done talking.

My chest tightens at her words. I hope I’ll always live up to her standards and never let her down.

“Thank you,” I tell her, and let the truth in my words be heard through my tone.

After smiling at me, she gets up from the table and grabs her plate. “Andrew, grab Jase’s plate and come help me load the dishwasher.”

I get up from my chair to help, but she shoos me back down.

“No, no, you stay here. Or better yet, go make yourself at home in the living room. Guests don’t help with dinner dishes. We’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I watch as Andrew and his mom leave the dining room. I look around the room and see a few pictures hanging on the walls. Hearing the tinkling of the dishes, I get up from my chair and make my way over to one of the pictures. Andrew, Sandra, and a beautiful light-brown-haired woman I’ve never seen before are sitting on a porch swing. Andrew is seated between the two women with his arms draped over both of their shoulders. All three are smiling big at the person holding the camera. Judging by the younger look of Andrew, I would say that the picture was taken several years ago. The unknown woman is heavily pregnant. I wonder who she is.

Just as I’m about to walk out of the dining room, I hear Andrew’s mom’s voice drift through the door. Now even more curious about Andrew, I continue my perusal of the photos, not even trying to tune her out.

“How is Ally doing?” comes Sandra’s concerned voice.

“Not too good,” Andrew replies to his mom’s question, his own voice laced with worry. “The last couple of days have been hard. The treatments are really starting to get to her because of the higher dosage.”

I turn toward the door they are behind. I have no idea who they are referring to. I’ve never heard Andrew mention someone by the name Ally before, but she clearly means something to them both. Is she the woman in the photo? Is she the one Andrew visits when he leaves town?

“My poor girl,” Sandra continues. Even through the door I can tell her reply is tearful. “Something’s got to give. Every time I see her she seems weaker. She’s strong, but a body can only take so much.”

I move on to another photo as I listen to them talk. This one is of a young kid of about eight or nine, Sandra, and an older man. The young kid has to be Andrew, judging by the looks. The man, who is the spitting image of Andrew now, I assume is his dad. All three of them are out on a boat in a lake. Andrew is standing between the man’s legs. Both are laughing. Sandra has one of her hands on the other side of Andrew’s head, pulling it toward her and kissing his temple.