Chapter 33

When I get home, the house is pretty quiet. I head upstairs, and when I pass by Harper’s slightly open door, I see that he’s sleeping. I want to go in and kiss him, but I don’t want to wake him. I go into the bedroom, and on the bed with a blanket thrown over him is Jasper.

I stand in the doorway for a moment, taken aback because it’s very rare that Jasper is tired enough to take a nap. I assume work and taking care of Harper have caught up with him a bit. I honestly feel kind of bad because I know that with my raging emotions, he has also had to give me a little more attention. It’s all probably wearing him out.

Tiptoeing through the room, I go into the closet and set my bag inside before kicking off my shoes and walking over to the bed. Slowly, I climb on the bed and snuggle up against Jasper, tangling my legs into his and wrapping my arm around him. He stirs for a moment before relaxing into his sleep again. I lie there, playing silently on my phone, for about 30 minutes before his snores stop and he begins to stir more frequently. Finally, he opens his eyes and a soft smile grows on his lips.

“When did you get home?” He asks, stretching his arms and legs.

“About 30 minutes ago. You and Harper were both napping and I didn’t want to wake either of you.”

“Thanks, I needed that. This client was stressing me the fuck out all morning and going back and forth with him tired me out.”

“I was starting to think it was me and Harper tiring you out.”

“Never, baby. I was up at the crack of dawn dealing with that shit. Don’t ever think that you’re tiring me out. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand. I just know things have been all over the place.” I shrug.

“And we are all handling it. How was the day with your mom?”

Smiling, I sigh.

“It was a lot better than I thought it was going to be. I thought it was going to be this forced therapeutic experience, but all we really did was shop and eat. It was great.”

“That’s because you haven’t been focusing on yourself and the things you like to do. You’ve been taking care of the baby and Harper, but you’ve been pushing Eden to the side. You have to remember to take time out to just do things you like. Go out and shop or eat or dance or whatever your heart tells you to.”

It’s then that I remember my yoga class. I haven’t gone since seeing Quinn, and up until now, I didn’t plan on ever going back. I loved the class, and before seeing Quinn there, I felt really good. I don’t want anyone to ruin that.

“You’re right. You’re so right that I think I’m going to go back to yoga tomorrow. I don’t care who is there. I’m doing it for me and only me.”

“Good. I’m glad.” Jasper places his hand behind my neck, pulling my face to his. He kisses me firmly and I melt a little.

I nip at his lip, and he groans, sliding his hand down my body until he reaches my ass. When his large hand squeezes, I slide closer to him. It’s then that I begin to feel his member growing through his pants. I pull away a bit, smiling.

“Someone missed me.”

“Always.”

“Hmm, I think I can help you with your little problem.” I smirk.

“There’s nothing little about it. It’s a big problem.”

“Well, let’s see just how big it is.” I sit up and Jasper rolls onto his back. Straddling his legs, I undo his pants, and when I pull his boxer briefs down a bit, his rod springs out.

“Oh, it’s a very big problem,” I moan, taking it in my hand, stroking him softly.

Jasper closes his eyes, tucking his hands behind his head.

As I’m stroking his length, I build up enough saliva to let drip from my mouth onto his hardness. He becomes slick, and the sensation makes Jasper’s hips jerk a bit. A low rumble escapes his throat as my mouth waters. Lowering my mouth to the tip of his member, I take him into my mouth, sucking him firmly.

“Fuck, baby. Suck my fucking cock.”

His words make my core clench with arousal as I take more of him into my mouth. I gag a few times as I take as much of him as I can while continuing to stroke him. Spit drips from my mouth, spills over my fingers and down his shaft, soaking his boxers as I suck him up.

When Jasper begins to get close to his climax, his hand comes down on the back of my head, pushing me to take more. When I do, Jasper thrusts his hips up to fuck my mouth. I let my hands fall away so it’s just my mouth. His thick rod hits the back of my throat, and I fight not to gag as he begins to throb in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck! I’m about to come in your mouth, baby. Swallow for me. Take it all.”

I whimper slightly, my own panties becoming wet from pleasing him. I want nothing more than for him to pull out of my mouth and plow into my pussy.

Seconds later, Jasper curses loudly as he explodes in my mouth, his seed spilling out on my tongue. I swallow quickly before finally coming up for air, breathing hard. My mouth and hands are wet and messy, but that doesn’t stop Jasper from grabbing my face and kissing me hard and passionately. I moan against his mouth as he turns us over so I’m the one laying on the bed and he’s on top.

I watch as he strips me until I’m naked from the waist down. He spreads my legs wide, and his eyes lock on mine before he lowers his mouth to my soaked lips. The moment his tongue swirls over my clit, I melt into the bed. Jasper eats me like he’s starving, and I come more times than I can count. It literally takes me clamping my thighs around his head to get him to stop so I can breathe.

Jasper collapses on the bed next to me, and we lie there for a moment, breathing hard. I don’t know how long we lie there, but soon my eyes are closed and I'm drifting off.

“Baby, no sleep. You need to shower. You look like a madwoman.” Jasper laughs as he smooths down my hair.

“Mmm, five minutes.” I sigh.

“Come on, sleepy butt. Let’s shower before dinner. I wonder if Harper is still sleeping.”

“I’m not!”

Both Jasper and I jump when we hear Harper yell from his room. When we realize that we must’ve woke him, we can’t contain our laugher. We continue to laugh about it in the shower as we wash each other. By the time we finish and are in comfy clothes, Harper has already made it downstairs on his own. I fuss about it when we get to the kitchen, but it goes in one ear and out the other.

“I can make it down the freaking stairs, Eden. I’m not paralyzed. My body is just a little fucked.”

“All the more reason to wait for help.”

“I’m not handicapped. I can walk.”

“I know, but...”

“Eden, please stop. I’m fine. I made it down the stairs just fine. Let it go.” Harper lets out a little laugh, but I can tell that it’s time to stop pressing him about it. I’m sure he doesn’t want to continuously ask for help for everything. I’m just worried about him.

I fall silent as we all prepare dinner, feeling a little bad for annoying Harper with my nagging. I guess he doesn’t need me as much as I thought. My silence continues through dinner as Jasper and Harper talk about work. I don’t bother engaging in the conversation; I keep my eyes on my plate despite feeling Harper’s eyes on me. When dinner is done, I quickly take my plate to the dishwasher before going outside for some fresh air.

On the back deck, I light the fire pit and grab a blanket from the bin, wrapping it around myself as the cool night breeze blows. The stars and moon are bright tonight, so I tilt my head back to watch them, hoping to catch a shooting star. While I’m admiring the night sky, I hear the door open and close, followed by footsteps.

“Want some company?” Harper asks as he takes a seat next to me.

“Not really,” I reply dryly.

“Ouch. I take it you’re mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad? You’re the one who should be mad. Clearly, I’m annoying and smothering.”

“Hey now. Don’t put words in my mouth, little lady. I never said any of that.”

“You didn’t have to. But you don’t have to worry about me bothering you anymore. You can do whatever you want.” I turn my face away from him as he takes a deep breath.

“Eden, I’m sorry for snapping at you. I know you’re just trying to help, but you’ve done enough already. I’m happy just being able to stay here while I get better. I don’t want anyone fretting about me.”

“You call it fretting. I call it caring. But I guess that’s too much.” I shrug.

“I can’t let you hold my hand for every step, Eden. I have to do it myself.”

Getting out of the chair, I turn to face Harper. He tries to smile at me, but I don’t return it.

“Fine. You can do it all yourself. When you need help reaching the shelf because it hurts your back, do it yourself. When you want your pillow adjusted because your neck hurts, do it yourself. When your dick is hard and you want to fuck, do it your fucking self.” I start to walk back into the house, but Harper takes my wrist, squeezing it.

“Hey, don’t walk away like that. You aren’t about to sit here and talk to me that way, Eden. Now, what is the real problem? Because your nasty attitude right now has nothing to do with me walking up and down the stairs.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit. Come here.” Harper pulls me to him and down onto his lap.

I want to get up, but he locks his arms around me.

“Look, baby, I know you want to help me with every little thing, but you can’t. I have to learn to do this stuff on my own again. I appreciate all the things you do for me, and trust me when I say, I’m going to always need you and want you. Just because I’m asking for a little slack doesn’t mean I won’t need you for other things. Understand?”

I nod softly, feeling foolish for jumping to conclusions.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble as Harper tucks my hair behind my ear.

“All is forgiven, sassy girl. I love you.”

“I love you too.” I kiss him gently as he caresses my cheek.

When he pulls away, he stares into my eyes, his thumb tracing circles over my cheek. I lean in and kiss him again, this time with more heat. Harper moans, and the ache between my legs makes an appearance. Slowly, I push the blanket off, and it makes Harper pull away.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm about to fuck you…unless you don’t want me to.” I raise an eyebrow.

“I’ve never wanted anything so badly.”