Page 25 of Tracked By Sasquatch

Twice.

Three times and an orgasm tore through her with the force of a fucking tornado. An animalistic roar ripped through the room, and she felt Jasper follow her over the edge.

They collapsed against the bed in a panting, sweaty heap. “You are fucking perfect,” Jasper breathed.

He peppered tender kisses along her back. After a short respite, he rose from the bed, kissing the spot on her ass that was on fire.

Jasper disappeared into the bathroom while she hovered on the cusp of sleep. A few minutes later, she heard him rifling through his bag before the bed dipped beside her.

“You were amazing, Devin,” he praised as he wiped a warm cloth across her abused ass cheek, before swiping it between her legs. Tossing it aside, he returned his attention to her ass.

“So fucking pretty and red,” he murmured as he rubbed some sort of cooling gel over it almost reverently. “It’s going to look even better blue except for my heart,” he added barely above a whisper, obviously not intended for her.

When he was done, he climbed in next to her, tugged the sheet over them, and pulled her into his arms.

“Thank you, Dev. For trusting me and sharing that with me.”

Devin was uncomfortable with emotions and praise. She’d never felt deserving of it. She was the fat girl. The one that was too ugly to ever land a boy like him back in the day. The girl who didn’t have sex by choice until after high school because her mothe…

No, damn it. She told herself. Don’t ruin this. Jasper just gifted you the freedom you wanted, erased all the bad, don’t pull it back now.

When his breath evened out and she was sure he slept, she finally spoke.

“No. Thank you, Jasper. What you gave me was more precious than you’ll ever understand. Please don’t hate me tomorrow?”

She knew a man like Jasper, hell, any of the Bastards, wouldn’t understand that she needed to do this. They were all about protecting family, especially women. But she needed to do this for herself. Ease her own guilt, face Thom herself. Because she knew if she could do that, she could finally face her mother.

That was going to be the hardest part. Lucas had always felt protective of her. If he knew what her mother had done, he would probably do the unthinkable, and she would not let him carry that with him for the rest of his life.

Devin didn’t even know what she planned to do herself. She just knew that in order to move on and get back to some semblance of her old self, after she confronted Thom and cleared up that situation, she’d have to confront her mother.

Now, she didn’t just have to worry about what Lucas would do, she had to worry about Jasper too. He would take it personally that she didn’t let him slay her demons as he put it.

If she were being honest with herself, he had stolen a piece of her tonight, a piece she didn’t even realize she had to give anymore.

Devin could only hope that there might be a chance for them to see where it could lead after she deceived him and his club.

When she drifted off to sleep, it was without nightmares. Just thoughts of the future and the possibilities it might hold.

Possibilities she was tossing to the wind and hoping they blew back to her when it was all over.

“Mmm, you taste like heaven, pudding cup.”

She woke to Jasper between her legs, lazily licking and sucking. Slowly stoking the fire low in her belly. It was nice. Almost too nice. There was something about being half asleep but the half that was awake was engulfed in a languid pleasure.

Jasper’s murmurs and groans were getting lost to her own.

“Mmm, mmm… claimed you, mmm.”

She had to be hearing things. Sure, he’d mentioned her being his in the heat of the moment, but claiming among the Bastards was different. With property cuts, tattoos and for some, even rings.

What the fuck.

She was fully awake now and levered up on her elbows.

“What was that? Surely I misheard you.” She tried pushing him away, but he barely budged when she shoved at his forehead.

“What?”