14. Jasper

There's nothing better than waking up with my woman wrapped around me. It took us a few minutes to get comfortable in her bed last night. Aspen loves to practically lie on top of me while she's sleeping, but she was nervous about hurting me. Especially with me needing to be propped up and my left side not being jarred any.

Her hair is a tangle of waves. My fingers can't even sift through it. She tossed and turned for a bit until we talked. Aspen was wound up from driving us home from the hospital, making sure I was okay, and then she made a call to Berkley.

I knew Berk would be down here in a minute flat if Aspen needed her, and that's where she'll be in the next week or so. This time, she's driving but promised she'd make stops along the way.

The smooth and soft lines of Aspen face don't show one sign of worry. For that, I'm thankful. It sucks I'm home injured, but I wouldn't change being here, my good arm wrapped around her body, pulling her closer.

"Good morning," she coos, her voice still raspy with sleep.

"Morning, wildflower." I dip my head, needing her lips. We are both naked, and I want nothing more than to hike her leg over my hips, spreading her legs, and sinking inside her cunt.

"I can already see what you're thinking. Not so fast, Mr. Knight. You're on strict orders to rest and recover." She points her finger at me. I grab her hand, my lips finding the inside of her wrist, knowing damn good and well what it does to her when I lick and suck on her pulse point.

"Are you sure about that?" I reply as I go after it again. She's squirming, her pussy pressed against the side of my leg. I can feel the desire dripping from her.

"God, Jasper," she moans, and I know this may be shit timing with my health, but there's no way I'm not getting inside her this morning.

"Climb on top. You'll do the work," I demand.

"Are you positive? I don't want to hurt you." I can see she's second-guessing this, but I won't let that happen.

"You won't hurt me. My balls will hurt worse if you don't do as I say." There's no lying about that. It's been weeks since I've been inside her, and my fist is a poor substitute for Aspen.

"Okay, but if it starts to hurt you at all, we stop. I'll use my mouth instead."

"Saucy fucking woman." I watch her slide the sheets off of us, showing me her curves. I may be messed up in the head, but knowing our baby is growing deep inside her belly, it's just another sign to show the world that she's mine.

"I can't wait to see our child grow inside of you," I voice my thoughts. My hand rests on her stomach, my eyes devouring her breasts that are already getting bigger. My lips attach to one of her nipples as she slides down, causing her pussy to quiver along my length.

Aspen's hands grab my thighs, using them as leverage as she slowly rides me. Letting her do all the work is fucking torture. Nothing like what I'm used to when it comes to us being together like this.

"Jasper." She's already close to coming. I suck on one nipple then the other as my fingers delve between us, wanting to feel her come apart as fast as she's pulling me along with her.

"Get there, wildflower," I demand. Her hands squeeze my thighs, her hips move faster, and with one hard thrust up, Aspen comes, taking me along with her.

"Fuck," I groan, the word tumbling from my lips as her greedy pussy continues to milk my cock.

"I really needed that," Aspen murmurs once she's satiated. Her body is lying on my chest, carefully angled away from my collarbone.

"Me too. You give me a few minutes, and we'll go for round two." I kiss the top of her head, my cock already pulsing with need again.

"No way. I'm sure this is on the list of what not to do while having a broken clavicle. I'm already going to feel horrible if you're in more pain than when we started." Aspen attempts to pull off me.

"Stay, I like being inside of you. It's been too fucking long, and I just want you here," I admit. Her body softens against me. I relish the way she is with me now. I know in a few more months, this won't be able to happen until after the birth of our child.

"Okay," she agrees, placing a kiss over my heart while settling in. There's so much I need to get done today—paperwork that needs to be filled out, bags that need to be sorted through—but the most important will be getting to a jewelry store. There's no Goddamn way I won't have a ring on Aspen's finger by the end of the day.

For now, though, I'll bask in the way her body feels against mine, at least for a few more minutes.