17. Jasper

It's a warm evening so I have my window open to let in the slight breeze and I'm sitting on my bed in only boxers whilst I'm reading. It's a textbook, so it's a bit of a bore, but the artwork is stunning.

Flipping the pages I sigh, about to close it and get under the covers to try and sleep when my open window slides up. I shriek, reaching out to shut the window which isn't possible as Reece is climbing into my room again.

He's shivering, despite the warm evening.

"Reece, seriously what are you doing crawling in my window again?"

"I had to see you."

He slides over to the end of the bed and stands up. It's then I take in his outfit, black ripped at the knees jeans with a white t-shirt that's covered in blood.

He's smirking at me, and I'm aghast. His t-shirt and all up his arms are covered in blood. Blood.

He doesn't appear to be bleeding but I still ask, "Is that blood? Are you bleeding and about to die in front of me?"

Reece laughs. "I'm not bleeding," he assures me, stepping across my room so he's standing in front of me, his abs right in my face. "Want to lick it off?" he teases. I nearly choke on my saliva as I swallow.

"Who"s blood is it?"

Reece responds, "Some random fucker I just offed for dad." His tone is low as though he's hiding something from me, not telling me the truth about what he just did. I shake my head at him. I'm getting the feeling that Reece came here–to see me–after killing someone tonight for a reason.

"Why do you do it? Kill people for him?"

He gives me a look I can't decipher. A look that makes me feel like I'm a daft fool. "Because I have to," he tells me, sitting down on the bed with one leg bent, and the other hanging over the edge. I cringe. He's sitting on my bed with blood all over him.

"I don't understand," I respond, giving him a confused glare.

"He pays my way and if I don"t do his bidding, I'll kiss my trust fund away."

"So you kill people for money?"

Reece laughs, in a maniacal way that causes my stomach to roll with nausea.

"And for the fun of it, the thrill," he admits, pulling up the hem of his t-shirt and putting a gun on the sheets in between us. The barrel is long and slim and it's brass in colour with an intricate pattern on it, and an ornate ‘M' for Montserrat, I'm assuming. I don't really want to know anything else but still, I'm asking, "is that the gun you used?"

"Yeah, as well as some other things. I tortured the fucker until he confessed his depravity."

I gape at him. Torture. He tortured a man and murdered him. "And you liked doing that? Thought it was fun?"

"It was a thrill. Offing a worthless piece of shit who didn't deserve to live." His expression is blank.

"You"re a psycho, Reece."

He laughs then, smirking and winking at me, taunting, "But I'm your psycho right?" I scoff, about to respond when Reece kisses me, taking my breath away, and any other words I wanted to say.

I should push him away, break the kiss and tell him to get out, but I do the opposite. I kiss him deeper, grabbing the front of his t-shirt and pulling him closer so we fall back onto the bed, Reece now on top of me. He moans into my mouth, biting down on my lip to draw blood which he licks away as usual. I can feel my dick hardening between us, and I curse myself for that as I break the kiss.

"You can't keep coming here and kissing me like that," I rage at him.

He laughs, smirking in that wicked way. "Your body isn't complaining, Jasp."

"I told you, and I'll tell you again, my body is a traitor."

"Admit it, Jasper, you're attracted to me," Reece taunts, reaching down between us to slide his hand into my boxers. My hips jerk up.

"Stop, Ree…" I moan, not even able to get his full name out as he starts to stroke my hardening dick.

"Damn it, Jasp," he curses. "You really want me to stop?"

I shake my head slightly, bucking my hips up more to increase the friction. "No…" I rasp, reaching up to wrap my hands around his neck and bring his lips back down to mine.