Jasper

This night couldn't be more perfect. If only I could spend every single night just like this with her.

I know it's time to make our way back to the house, but it's hard to get up and leave. Everything is so perfect between us, and I know that once we leave that perfectness will go away.

I stand, grabbing her hand and pulling her up into my waiting arms. Her soft brown hair blankets her face so I reach up to tuck it against one shoulder.

I pull her in, letting my mouth rest on her ear.

"This night was perfect." I say, gliding down her neck and throat with soft kisses.

She gifts me with a soft moan, the sound of it hitting me right between the legs. I press her low back until she is against me, letting her feel my want and desire for her.

"We need to go now. My moms are gonna kill me for doing this two nights in a row." I force myself to pull away from her, leaning down to grab the blanket and my guitar.

My other hand finds hers and I gently pull her back to my car.

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I wake, drenched in sweat. I'd been stuck in an endless round of nightmares, each ending with Malia bleeding out on the floor and dying before I could reach her.

My sheets are soaked, sticking to my damp cool skin like glue. I peel them away and hurriedly throw on some shorts.

"Malia." I call out as I cross the hall to Blair's room.

"She's out with mom. They are picking up some of her things from her house and then going shopping for a new dress to wear to tonight's dinner." Blair says, not even bothering to look up at me.

I can only hope that one of those men from my dreams aren't there when she goes home to get her things.

I'm on edge as I walk back to my room, nervous for her. Those dreams felt so real. So devastatingly real. No matter how fast I ran to her, I never made it in time to save her. So in the end, all I could do was hold her, tell her how much I needed her to stay alive, and watch her die in my arms.

This is going to be a long day.

I had forgotten all about our dinner with Moms associates. Some kind of work thing. Mom works for an investment firm. We usually have these dinners every other month.

I grab my towel, slinging it over my shoulder and walk to the bathroom. No sense staying in my film of sweat.

I try to shower slowly, so that I won't have as much time to waste once I get out. The warm water beats down a pattern into my back, and my eyes close as my forehead lays against the cool tile.

I had asked her last night what if I love you?

Is this love? It's so new.

"Jasper hurry up!" James, my little brother, yells through the door.

I snap out of whatever daze I'm in and rush through rinsing off. The shower cuts and I wrap my towel around me. My hair is still dripping as I walk out and relinquish the bathroom.

Before I can get to my room, I hear her voice as she rises the stairs.

Thank God she's okay.

I hurry to my room, and pull out my pair of embroidered basketball shorts. Before I can get them on, a knock sounds on my door.

I stand and answer it. Malia pushes her way in, shutting the door behind her. When she realizes I'm in nothing but a towel, her eyes widen.

She isn't even ashamed as she scans my body up and down. The mere act alone has the towel poking up at my excitement.

Malia takes a step towards me, and my breath catches in my throat.

What's she playing at?

She takes another and another, until she is standing inches from me. I reach out, pulling her to me and press against her low back.

"Mmm."

That sound never ceases to drive me crazy.

Malia reaches down with her left hand, brushing against me through the towel as her lips meet mine. I back us up, sitting down on the bed and pull her to straddle my lap.

My towel falls open, and the only thing separating us is the thin silk of her panties under the skirt she's wearing.

I breathe out, staring at her and waiting for what she wants to do next. I'm down for anything.

Malia leans back, arching her back forward and my hands slide up her waist and under the thin tank top she's wearing. My thumbs circle her breasts, itching to rip her shirt off and stare at them.

I bite the corner of my lip, completely and totally lost in her. My mouth opens partly, and a long breath is exhaled.

Malia slides painstakingly slow across my hard-on. I let out a soft moan as she reaches down and pushes her panties to the side.

It's wet and slippery as I slide between her folds. I have the urge to taste her, and I have no idea where it comes from.

"Fuck Malia, are you sure you want to do this?" I breathe, between long exhales.

Instead of answering, she leans forward and kisses me, pushing me down to my back. The way she towers over me like this, it's enough to drive any man wild with desire.

"We aren't going to actually have sex Jasper, just a little fun. It feels good doesn't it? I wanted to do this with you all night last night. When we came back, it was all I could do not to touch myself." She says, nipping at my ear.

Fuck.

Malia is slowly sliding back and forth across me and if she keeps it up, I'm going to get off. I've never done anything like this before, and I'm shocked that I'm somehow still holding out.

"Jas." Blair says with a sharp knock.

I yank the covers over my lap as Malia jerks upwards and fixes her skirt. Blair walks into the room a second later, unknowing to what was just happening.

"Oh, you're back." Blair says. "Jas, mom wants you in the kitchen."

I can't get up. I'm completely naked and if I get up now Blair will know that something was happening between us.

"Tell her I'll be down in a minute." I say.

Malia follows Blair out and I breathe out, closing my eyes.

That was close.

I jump up, pull my shorts on and run down the stairs.

"Jasper Jacobs you need to be more responsible. Two nights in a row you were out all night. Do you think you have the freedom to come and go as you please?" Janet says, hand on her hip.

I always know I'm in trouble when her hand is on her hip. It's like universal sign for trouble around here.

"It's my fault." Malia says, appearing out of the shadows. "I needed to get out of here and think. Blair and I were fighting. He just accommodated me."

Janet looks from Malia to me.

"Something I need to be worried about going on here?"

I shake my head and look down at the floor. If she looks at me too long, she will know I am lying. I tend to crack under her pressure.

Janet nods and walks away. I can't believe I got off that easy.

"Thanks but you didn't have to." I say.

"I wanted to."

Malia steps towards me, lifting up on her tip toes and kisses my cheek.

"I'm sorry she interrupted us. I wasn't done with you yet." Malia whispers.

"Tonight?" I ask.

I know it's the only time we won't get interrupted. I certainly don't want to get interrupted again.

"I leave after the dinner to go back home."

I frown. I don't want her going back home.

"Why?"

"I have some things I need to take care of before summer is over." Malia says, refusing to look at me.

I want Malia to walk away. I want her to walk away from that place and never look back.

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The dining room table is set for eleven. I walk around it, making sure everything is perfectly in place. These four people coming tonight are important to mom's job and so everything much be perfect.

When I'm done, I take a seat.

A throat clears, and I look up, mouth dropping open.

Malia is standing there in a flimsy red dress that barely brushes past mid thigh. It's tight and hugs every curve of her body. I feel a twinge in my dick.

I'm thankful that I'm sitting down, because these dress pants are so tight they might burst open now.

Malia takes the seat next to me, but before she can speak, Blair comes in and sits opposite me.

"You look really pretty Blair." I say, grabbing Malia's hand discreetly and placing it on the bulge in my lap.

To my surprise, she begins to softly rub. I bite to corner of my lip to stifle the noise that wants to rip from my throat.

"Are you nervous Jas?" Blair asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Yeah. These dinners always make me nervous."

"What about you Malia?"

Malia jerks her hand away, looking up from her plate to Blair.

"It's a bit intimidating." She answers softly.

Mom and Janet come in, followed by James and Bonnie. Three men and a woman follow closely behind, and I watch as everyone takes their seats.

"Shall we eat?" Janet says.

I tune out most of the conversation as I eat. It's just the same stories I already know. I'm watching Malia from the corner of my eye. She's enraptured in the story like always.

"Then James started to scream. We were running through every single room of the house looking for him. He was stuck in the dryer." Mom laughs, and I smile.

That was probably one of the funniest stories concerning James. I glance back at Malia, and she is laughing. I smile. I love it when she laughs.

I can feel Blair's eyes on me, so I look up at her. She's frowning. I give her a quick smile too and go back to eating.

"When Jasper was little, he used to play these pranks on us. Honestly we thought he would grow up to be a prankster. Anyways, once he saran wrapped all the toilets in the house. I'll never forget Brenda's screams as she figured it out. I came running, but by the time I got there, Brenda was already laughing so hard she had fallen in the floor. We couldn't even be mad at him because it was so funny."

I felt my cheeks get hot, and I looked around the table. Everyone was laughing.

I guess it really was funny.