“Yeah, Mom. I’m eating plenty. Don’t worry. Kelly just had this conversation with me yesterday.” I chuckle when I hear Jasper trying to placate his mother on the phone. The woman is clearly worried that they don’t have food in California.
It’s sweet though.
Jasper’s relationship with his parents has improved a lot since he moved here. We spent Christmas in Kensley, and I got to officially meet his father and mother as Jasper’s boyfriend. It was nothing short of amazing—like I knew it would be.
We also spent a lot of time out on the farm with Kelly. She’s hired another farmhand who helps Jackson out, and they’re all doing well. Kelly invited my parents to Christmas, but unsurprisingly, they didn’t show. They love me in their own way though, I’m coming to realize.
Families are strange. All of them different. But when I called my mother to ask if it would be possible to rent a house off campus the next semester—one I wanted to share with my boyfriend—she was surprisingly docile about the whole thing.
Didn’t fight me at all, and honestly, she seemed almost pleased that I’m in love with a boy from Kensley.
Jasper stayed at the farm where he was working until the spring semester started, and then we moved into a small house off-campus, but really close to school, so I can still walk to class.
It all feels so surreal. When he showed up at my dorm, his truck packed up, I wanted to argue with him, and then again, I didn’t. I wanted to just accept it and be happy, but I was worried he was giving up what he wanted for me.
He wasn’t.
I realized quickly he was just making it work. The best possible way we can. And I meant what I said when I said I love Kensley. The goal is to get back there, but after we do all these things first.
Kensley will be our forever. Together.
But we get to experience traveling and college and life before that and in between. It’s perfect. It’s everything I had no clue I needed. And I know without a doubt, we’re going to have the happiest life.
“Ha. Yeah. Tell him I’m going to beg for lots of pictures.” Jasper smiles into the phone, and I don’t know exactly what they’re talking about, but I know it’s making my man awfully happy. “Love you too.” He looks over at me. “Mom loves you too.”
“Love her too,” I say, still kind of getting used to all the affection, but I can’t deny it’s nice.
Jasper hangs up and throws his phone onto the bed, pulling his boots over to him. But before he can bend over to pull them on, I straddle his lap on our bed and place my hands on his shoulders. “Good talk?”
He grins up at me. “Yeah. Logan is excited about the Easter play at church coming up.”
I grin at that. “Please have your mom record that.”
“She will,” he assures me, his hands running up and down my back.
I duck down and kiss his neck softly, unable to get enough of him. I feel my dick responding to being able to touch his soft skin, despite having come only thirty minutes ago in the shower.
I feel his cock hardening under me, though, and know he’s having the same issue. “I have to get to the farm,” he says, titling his head to the side and giving me better access. “And you have class.”
“Not for another hour.” I run my tongue up over his jaw and then meet his mouth, kissing his soft, supple lips. “We have time.” My mouth moves to his ear. “I want to feel you when I’m in class. Your cum still dripping out of me as I wiggle in my seat, knowing what you did to me before I got there. Thinking about what you’ll do to me tonight when we’re together again.”
“Goddammit, Emerson,” he says, gripping my hips and tossing me onto the bed, his body blanketing mine as he kisses me in a hard, filthy kiss. “The things you do to me.”
I grin, knowing I got to him. I strip out of my shirt, and he does the same. I drag my fingers over his chiseled chest, wanting to take my time with him, but he shakes his head and covers my hand with his. “No time.”
He climbs off the bed and strips out of the rest of his clothes while I do the same until I’m lying naked and hard and needy as fuck for him. I reach for him, but he shakes his head again, his hands moving to my hips to flip me over, and smacks my ass.
“Ass up. Hands gripping the headboard. I know if you have your hands, you’ll make us both late.”
He’s not wrong. I follow his directions like a good boy, gripping the metal headboard, my weight resting on my knees as I present my ass to him. When I hear his deep guttural groan, my dick only grows harder with the knowledge of what I’m doing to him.
I hear him grab the lube before he pushes one slick finger and then two into me, getting me ready for him, but not takingtoo much time. It’s going to be rough and quick—not that I’m opposed. Hard. Fast. Slow. Sweet. I’ll take it all.
When he slides into me, he’s careful but only long enough for me to adjust to his girth, and then he’s pounding into me, letting loose but still somehow showing me how much he loves me at the same time.
“Perfect. You’re perfect, Emerson,” he says, one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip as he slams into me, nailing my gland and making me see stars. “And mine. So fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp because saying that is the same as breathing to me. It’s just fact.
