33. Reece

Taking the turn onto Mount Vemore View Road, just as Jasper said we're no longer being followed. I'm still clutching Jasper's hand in mine with our fingers laced together. His breathing is returning to normal and I glance across at him as I drive up the hill. Jasper could've gotten hurt because I fucked up and didn't think to send him a fucking message when he was expecting my presence at his house. I inadvertently involved Jasper in a job, and I'm surely going to suffer a consequence for that stupidity. This feud is killing me. I've gotta find a way to sort it out. My father's words about my fraternising with the enemy come to mind as I get to the top of the hill, stopping in front of the iron gates of Jasper's family mansion. I think maybe I need to be honest, to talk to my father openly and admit the truth. It'll probably be a complete disaster but I can't continue living in the shadows with Jasper. He deserves more than that.

Jasper taps something on his phone, and the gates swing open in front of the car.

"Drive in, and head to the left. You can park under the weeping willow tree."

I nod, following his directions and spotting the willow tree easily. I pull up the car, turn the ignition off, and sigh deeply. Jasper squeezes my hand again.

"Sorry about your car," he says, giving me a shy smile.

"You don't have to be sorry about that, Jasp. It fucking sucks, but at least I'm not dead."

He smiles wider. "I'm glad you're not dead too."

Engaging the door release button I don't respond to that statement. It hits me in the feels too much for right now, when we're sitting in my beat up car.

He slides out and I follow, locking the car before I walk to his side. Once more he takes my hand, tightly gripping it as he drags me towards the front door.

He taps a key code into the keypad lock and the doors open to let us inside. My eyes boggle at the grand staircase in front of us, at the paintings on the wall–portraits of his family and landscapes–that are stunningly beautiful. I want to ask if he painted them, but he's already dragging me down a narrow hallway on the left-hand side of the stairs.

"Come on, my room is this way," he coaxes, stretching out his arm to pull me along faster.

I laugh. "Someone's keen for some dick."

"Shh, I don't know if my parents are home."

At the end of the hallway, he pushes open a set of double doors, yanking me inside his bedroom. It's practically its own fucking mansion, with a giant tv mounted on the wall, a floor to ceiling window with a sheer curtain and a king size cast iron bed in the middle.

"Fuck, Jasp. Your room is a fucking palace."

"Ah yeah, it's my happy place," he admits, glancing around at his space. He drops my hand, flicking a lock on the doors behind me.

I look around his room more, noticing the easel, pile of canvases–with unfinished paintings–and paint supplies.

He sits down on the edge of his bed and following I ask him, "Are the paintings in the hallway yours?"

He shakes his head. "No, they were done by my grandfather. He taught me all he knew about art."

"That's pretty special. I'm sorry you lost him at the hand of a Montserrat."

"It's not your fault, Ree. It's not like you killed him."

"Yeah I know, Jasper. Doesn't make me feel any less guilty for the harm and heartbreak my family has caused yours."

He bites down on his lip, glaring at me as though he's lost for words. His gaze then drops to the bed, but he can't hide the tears that are slipping down his cheeks.

"Jasp? You ok?"

He shakes his head, mumbling, "Mmm. No. You. We…"

"We what?" I ask, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. The gesture causes his gaze to lift and meet mine.

"We could have died today, and never had the chance to be together completely," he sniffs.

Again his words hit me right in the damn feels. Whether I like it or not I've got feelings for Jasper.

"You saying you want to be fucked Jasper? Just in case tomorrow never comes?"

"Tomorrow is only a promise, not a guarantee," he says, shifting so our thighs brush.

The fleeting touch sends a jolt through my body.

"Stop talking then Capullo and kiss me," I taunt, grabbing the front of his chambray shirt and yanking him closer so our lips brush. He whimpers softly as I take his lips in a kiss that sets my whole body alight with longing. Fuck I've missed him.

How did I ever think I could stay away from him?

Being with Jasper gives me life.

Breaking the kiss, I tug on the front of his shirt.

"Take it off, Jasper," I request, smirking at him suggestively. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, letting it fall off his arms to the bed. With a hand against his chest, I push him down onto the bed, again kissing him. His hips buck up to meet mine, the friction causing our dicks to harden in our jeans.

His hands slide up under my t-shirt, and I hiss against his lips at the touch which sends a shiver through me.

Gasping I break the kiss, murmuring, "Fuck, your hands on my body feel incredible, Jasp."

He bites his lip, bucking his hips up again. "Mmm, I…" he mumbles through his teeth.

"What Jasper? Tell me what you want."

"Touch me."

"You asking? Or telling?" I sass, smirking at him.

"Telling," he admits with a smile.

"You're a brat, Capullo," I jeer, reaching down to undo the fly of his jeans.

I make quick work of tugging his dark jeans down his legs, throwing them on the floor before I lean down, kissing his hardening dick over the fabric of his white boxers. They colour with a wet spot, his dick leaking precum from my lips on his length.

"More, please, Reece, more," he begs, shivering.

I flip his dick out of his boxers, and lick it from his groin to the tip, teasing the slit with my tongue to lap up the precum.

"Oh god, Reece please…please," he again begs, writhing around on the bed as though I'm giving him the greatest pleasure. No one I've been with before Jasper has ever been so responsive in bed, and that turns me the fuck on.

He also causes my selfishness to wane. I want nothing more than to give Jasper pleasure, without needing him to give back the same. He can make me come without a touch, so it's no harm. Having his mouth on my dick feels incredible, yes, but I don't need to feel that to feel mind numbing pleasure with him.

Yanking his boxers off, I discard them to the floor before spreading his legs wide as I take his dick into my mouth. He moans loudly, his eagerness turning me on as I pull off and shift back on the bed to strip out of my clothes. Jasper watches me the entire time as I slowly strip, pouting. It's damn sexy.

And I tease him, "You horny Jasp?"

"Yes, please. Need you," he rasps, eyeing my hard dick. With my hands on his thighs, I part them more and kneel between his legs, bending down to lick his pucker. He screams out, "Fuck!" And I reach up to cover his mouth, delving my tongue into his arse, whilst stifling his moans of pleasure with my hand over his mouth. I'm going to have him begging for my cock inside him. Begging for me to make him mine. Because that's who he is. Jasper Capullo is mine.