35. Reece

Opening my eyes, I fling my arms out realising I'm not in my bed, but still in Jasper"s bed after we slept together last night. Hands down it was the best sex of my life, how responsive he was and how hard we both came, multiple times until the early hours of the morning. He's not next to me now, the bed cold as though he's been gone for some time. I'm kinda disappointed he's skipped out and isn't still in my arms, as I'd welcome some morning fucking. I have a raging hard on and tug on my dick a few times to calm it down before sliding out of the bed and tugging on my t-shirt, boxers and jeans from the floor.

Heading to the bedroom door, I can hear music playing…from a piano. It's reverberating off every wall and is melodic and soothing. I sneak out into the hallway, following the sound to a room on the other side of the grand staircase with expansive double ornate doors. This house is a damn palace. My family is rich, but our house is modern opulence–the original mansion having burnt down when I was only a baby as part of the fucked up feud of our families–whereas Jasper's family home is their original mansion, and it's spectacular.

I push open the doors, finding Jasper playing a baby grand piano in the middle of the room. He's surrounded by a wall-to-wall ceiling-high library complete with one of those sick sliding ladders. I'm no bookworm, but even I can't not love this space, partly because I know Jasper must love it.

Jasper stops playing–sensing my presence in the room as I saunter closer–and he looks at me coming into the room.

I chuckle softly, stepping up behind him. "Don"t stop on my account, Jasp."

"You can"t be in here, Reece," he responds, biting down on his lip nervously. That gesture always causes my dick to stir, and now is no exception.

"Why? No one"s here," I taunt. "And I woke up in bed without you."

He gives me a shy smile. "Sorry, I needed to clear my head after last night."

I nod. "No need to apologise." Clearly, having sex with Jasper has turned me into a sap. Showing feelings is not something I'd do before him.

I sit on the edge of the piano stool, next to him.

"Play me something," I whisper into his ear. He shivers and I kiss his cheek, then murmur, "Your favourite."

Jasper starts playing, something classical that sounds familiar. I'm mesmerised watching his fingers sliding across the keys effortlessly. I join in, pressing random keys. Jasper stops and laughs, "You"re messing up the song, Ree."

"Just putting my spin on it. What song is it anyway?"

"Sounds like your demon Raven dying with your added parts," Jasper responds laughing, adding with a smirk, "It was Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven."

"Oh right," I answer, nodding, before giving him a cheeky death glare. "Rave is not a demon. He just doesn"t like people who don"t like him."

Jasper giggles, shaking his head. "You can"t blame me for my dislike of your cat, Ree. He hissed at me the first time I met him." I love him calling me Ree–especially after last night–it feels intimate.

"I know. He"s just protective of his daddy is all."

"Eww, Reece," Jasper says, screwing his face up in disgust. "Don"t ever refer to yourself as daddy around me."

I laugh, poking him playfully in the ribs as I tease him, "You don"t want to call me daddy whilst I fuck your brains out?"

"Only if you never want to fuck me again," he scoffs.

"Well, I guess I"ll be calling you daddy then," I jeer sarcastically.

Jasper laughs and I cup his jaw to turn his face to mine, kissing him. He's reluctant to kiss me back. "Kidding, Jasp. Fucking you last night was the best damn fuck of my life."

He smiles at me and then responds, "Likewise, Ree. I…ah…I…lo…" I cut him off with another kiss. There's no way in hell I'm going to let him say those three words first.

I deepen the kiss a moment, causing him to moan and kiss me back, desperately. If I was doubting what he was going to say before I'm certainly not now. Jasper Capullo is in love with me, and fuck me dead I love him right back.

I break the kiss, my forehead against his as I murmur, "I love you, Jasper Capullo. I absolutely fucking love you."

Jasper gasps, kissing me again, stealing the air from my lungs and any other declaration of the love I feel for him.

Against my lips, he whispers, "I love you, Reece Montserrat." I break the kiss with a gasp. I knew he felt the same, but hearing it fall from his beautiful lips causes my heart to race. I give him more kisses, and he murmurs softly, pulling back to look directly into my eyes, telling me, "And I"ll deny my name to be with you."

I nod, affirming his words before sealing them against his pouty lips with a kiss.

"So would I. You"d no longer be a Capullo and I would no longer be a Montserrat."

Jasper kisses me again, a possessive kiss that has us both moaning and our dicks hardening in our pants. It's hot and frantic and killing me slowly until Jasper pulls back with a laugh.

"What are you thinking, love?" I ask, not even giving a shit at the caring term of endearment that escaped my mouth. He's not fazed by it, asking abruptly, "Have you ever fucked somewhere you shouldn"t have?"

"You mean somewhere other than your bed?" I jeer at him, tickling his side.

"Yeah," he stammers between his giggling.

Stopping my tickling, I admit, "I fucked a guy in my car once."

"Hmm," he murmurs, pondering the logistics. "Sounds awkward."

"Totally was. Have you?" I question, quirking my eyebrow.

Jasper blushes, confessing with a mumbled, "Last night was my first time."

"You"re shitting me? I took your virginity?" I blurt out, shocked but at the same time I'm not surprised in the least.

"Yeah, I thought you knew that."

"I didn"t. I kinda assumed but then thought it couldn't be possible."

His mouth falls open as though he's going to say something, but nothing comes out and he gulps.

"I"m sorry if I hurt you."

"You didn"t. I ah…want you to fuck me again, right here, right now," he declares in a demanding tone that causes my dick to throb. Bratty Jasper is my favourite.

"You sure you aren"t too sore?" I ask, shocking myself at how caring I'm being. In the past I couldn't have given a flying fuck if a guy was red raw after I'd fucked him, I'd go for round two without a care even if I caused him pain. But I can't do that to Jasper. If he's hurting I'll kiss him, and make him come with my mouth instead. I'm so cock whipped by my enemy, but he's not my enemy anymore, he's my everything. My greatest love from my greatest hate.

Jasper shakes his head. "No, fuck me now right here on the piano."

I groan, sliding off the stool and dropping to my knees. Gripping Jasper"s hips I turn him around. He gasps but doesn't protest, shifting easily until his back hits the keys, causing the sound of the pressed keys to fill the room.