My fingers skim her inner thigh. Pulling her panties to the side, I rub her nub with my thumb, before breaking the suction of our mouths, so that I can watch her expression. Her eyes close, fluttering beneath her eyelids. Her mouth agape and her moans tamed—for now.
Until I push two fingers inside of her and the sounds escape more intensely, reminding me that we are not alone in the house.
“On the floor,” I demand.
I help her down off the sink and lock the door, before turning the shower back on to drown out the noise.
She grabs a new towel off the towel rack and lays it down with a smile on her face, while mine still holds an obvious scowl.
I pull her back up to her knees without a word, and she looks up to me, knowing exactly what I want from her. There’s hesitation in her eyes, wondering if I plan to just leave her hanging on the edge of her orgasm. She takes my cock in her mouth as I gather her hair into my hand, holding it away from her face. Her pink fingers wrap around me as they stroke in unison with each mouthful she gets. I can feel myself pulsating with each bob of her head. Using my hand full of her hair, I push myself deeper as I try to force out the anger inside of me.
Accomplice.
Liar.
Sneak.
Not the victim you claim to be. Suddenly the predator has become my prey.
I push harder as I feel myself come undone in her mouth. She pulls away quickly, gagging momentarily and then returning to clean up the mess she left behind. I release her hair and watch as it drapes around her face. I catch my breath and lean forward with my lips pressed to her ear, “I know what you did.” I take her lobe between my teeth and suck with enough force to hit every nerve ending.
I grab my towel and wrap it around myself before washing my hands. I didn’t plan on saying anything, but I couldn't help myself.
“What do you mean you know what I did?” she finally chokes out.
“Get cleaned up and get out.”
I get myself dressed while she sits motionless on the floor. Her dress bunched up above her ass. I pay her no further attention as I walk out the door, closing it behind me and leaving her in a puzzled state.
Maybe this was wrong. But, nothing about this is going to be right.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Blakely
The shower continues to run, filling the bathroom with a thick fog that feels trapped inside my lungs. I remain motionless, sitting on the cold damp floor, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.
“I know what you did.”
What does that mean? It could be anything. I’m reckless, careless, and pretty much a pain in the ass to everyone who crosses my path. Only this time, something feels different. It doesn’t feel like the typical, you pissed me off. No, this is more. I could feel it in the way he looked at me—touched me. With no emotion behind his eyes, no warmth to his embrace. It was cold, almost lifeless. This wasn’t the Jasper that I know. Or, maybe I’ve had it wrong all along. Maybe he played me. Got what he wanted and moved on. Either way, anger consumes me, and I have to get to the bottom of this. I brush away a stray tear that escaped down my face.
I finally felt safe enough to open up my heart, to let him in. Now, he’s pushing me away. I pull myself off from the floor, tug my dress down, and shut the shower off.
After cleaning myself up and fluffing my hair, I decide to continue with my plans. Knox asked me over for dinner tonight, and whether Jasper likes it or not, I’m staying.
I step out into the hallway as the cool air hits me. And then, Knox hits me. Well, bumps into me, rather.
“Sorry Blakely, I didn’t see….Wait, were you in the shower? Knox’s scrunches his forehead and raises his eyebrows, pointing to the steamed-up bathroom.
“Nope.” I shake my head. “Must have been the person in there before me.”
Knox gives a suspicious nod. I know he’s not buying it.
“Have you seen Jasper?” I ask.
“He just left. Said something came up.”
My shoulders drop, and I let out a heavy sigh. Damnit!
“Knox, I’m sorry, but I have to go. Thanks for inviting me for dinner. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” I reach over and kiss his cheek before walking off.
“Don’t forget, your presentation is tomorrow. I know how forgetful you can be.” I hear him holler as I walk away. I give him a wave over my shoulder.
Before long, I’m face deep in my phone, dialing Jasper over and over. Each time getting voicemail. I run into my house quickly to grab my purse, but I’m stopped by mom.
“Blakely, honey, where are you off to?”
Since when does she care where I’m going? What is wrong with everyone today? It’s like the universe tipped and our moods have all shifted gears. Jasper suddenly an asshole—Mom, giving a damn, and me, scared to lose someone. I’ve never been scared to lose anyone before. Aside from Knox and Talon, I’ve always felt that the people in my life were expendable. This turning in my stomach at the idea of Jasper even being upset with me has me feeling off-balance and all sorts of nervous. I can’t lose him. Hell, I don’t even have him. But, my God... I want him. More than ever.
“Gotta go.” I slide past her and head out the open door that I never closed. This time, shutting it behind me.
I climb into my SUV, hit the garage opener and slam it in reverse so fast that I’m backed right up to the door that’s opening at the speed of a fucking snail. “Come on?” I shout at the door.
Finally free, I’m flying down the road in search of Jasper’s tan car. I have no idea where I am going, I just keep driving.
I press the phone button on my steering wheel.
“Call Jasper,” I say out loud to the Uconnect robot.
The ringing of his phone sounds through the speakers.
“Hey, it’s Jasper. Leave a message and I’ll call ya back.”
“Hey, it’s me. Listen, I don’t know what is going on with you. But, we really need to talk. You said that you know what I did? What does that mean? Did I do something at the party? It had to be. We were fine until that night. Please, just call me back and tell me where you are. I’ll come to you.”
I hit the end button on the screen and continue to drive. No destination in mind. Drive and wait, and hope that he calls me back. This void inside needs to be filled with answers.
Jasper
After stopping by and talking Josh's ear off for an hour about what a bitch life is, I decided a visit to Mom was long overdue. I used to go daily. Then weekly. Now, I stop about once a month. Dad comes more often than I do. It just seems like the more time went on, it became more of a chore than a need. It’s not that I don’t like visiting her, I do. The talks have just gotten harder over time, and I no longer hear her responses in my head. I used to feel like I knew what she would say back. Now, I can’t even guess. Is she disappointed in me? Does she want justice? Or, does she just want me to move on with my life and live it the fullest?
I’m not sure how I could do that without answers. I thought once I had a name, I’d have them all. Now, I’m left with even more questions. Maybe I should have just left well enough alone. However, I’d always know that the driver, Mike Porter, would be out there living his best life while she wasn’t given the chance to live hers.