Page 26 of Tracked By Sasquatch

“What? What did you just say about claiming me?”

He smirked at her before he leaned forward and bit her fucking clit. Not hard, but hard enough to shoot sparks of lightning through her bloodstream.

Jasper pulled back and winked. “I don’t know what you heard, sweetness, but I was just waxing poetic about this perfect…” He stuck out his tongue settling the ball of his piercing against her clit, with rapid side-to-side strokes. “Fucking.” He thrust two fingers deep inside her body and stroked. “Pussy.”

On the last syllable, he dove in like a man on a mission, and she came screaming his name. What she thought she’d heard forgotten.

He climbed up the bed to lie beside her, his fingers still deep inside her but not moving. It was like he was just holding her there like one would hold a hand. It was weird and oddly not at the same time.

“I need a shower and some sleep.”

He stared her right in the eye at her pronouncement and removed his fingers, then plunged them into his mouth and licked them clean.

How that was hot she couldn’t say, but it was incredibly so.

“Race you,” Jasper said as he threw himself off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

He started the shower and stepped in. Devin had other ideas. Mainly cleaning her mouth and her underwear. She had zero intention of wearing them for two days. Yuck.

Her mouth was going to have to be her finger and hotel mouthwash. The underwear, well, hotel soap and drying on the towel rack was better than wearing them dirty.

Jasper stepped out of the shower with no shame. Dick swinging in the wind and hair dripping and hanging in his face, making him look like some feral mountain man or… his namesake.

He did look a little like Bigfoot stalking around the bathroom like that. When he stood behind her, he shook his head like a dog, drenching her in cooling water.

“Ah, damn it, Jasper, that’s kinda cold, you asshole.”

She spun around and threw her wet, but now clean, underwear at him. Hitting him with a splat in the middle of his chest as he tossed his head back. He caught them before they fell to the ground.

“Damn.” That chest. She’d been so preoccupied with amazing sex that she didn’t pet him or curl up on him and just enjoy the comfort of a hairy man.

“I really should’ve petted you more.” Reaching out, she placed her palm flat against him. Instantly he covered her hand with his.

Holding up her underwear, he raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not putting dirty underwear back on.”

“You don’t have to.” Jasper walked out and retrieved his bag, setting it on the counter, he started rifling through it and came out with two brand new toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste.

He opened one and handed it to her, then the other. Uncapping the paste, he added some to each.

She just stared at him, dumbfounded. Not understanding what toothbrushes had to do with her underwear.

He cheersed her brush with his and proceeded to brush his teeth. Like it was perfectly routine for them to brush their teeth together. When she didn’t move, he looked at her for a moment before recognition dawned in his brown eyes.

“Oh,” he said around a mouthful of foam before spitting. “There’s new underwear in there too. Also, some sweats and a tee you can wear. Socks, even some flip-flops. Overnight essentials.”

He continued to brush and Devin was puzzled. Why would… how would…

Setting the toothbrush down on the counter, she went around him and looked in the bag. Sure enough, he had a few sweats and old band tees. Jeans and a Henley, obviously his.

And packages of underwear in a few sizes. More condoms. A flogger, a blindfold…

“Oh my god, Jasper, you have a sex bag. What the hell? How many women do you bring to roadside motels that you keep a sex bag in your motorcycle?”

She knew he was a player, but this was a touch too much. It made her feel cheap.

He hurriedly rinsed his mouth and turned to her.