Free Jasper by Faith Gibson Page B

You
look at me like you are now, and I’ll happily oblige.”
    Trevor
placed his hands on the side of Jasper’s head and pulled him down for a kiss.
He licked Jasper’s lips before sliding his tongue inside, seeking Jasper’s heat.
He let Trevor lead the kiss since he was the one searching for his taste in his
lover’s mouth. They might not have had horizontal sex yet, but they were lovers
in the truest sense of the word. When he pulled back, Trevor said, “Thank you.”
    “You’re
welcome. Now, let’s actually get in the shower before all the hot water’s
gone.”
    They
stepped in under the still hot water. Jasper popped the top on the bodywash and
poured a generous amount in his hand. When he handed the bottle to Trevor, his
mate said, “Do you want me to return the favor?” Jasper thought it was adorable
that Trevor wouldn’t talk dirty to him. One day he would crack that outer shell
wide open, and Trevor would feel comfortable saying whatever was on his mind.
    “I
appreciate the offer, but I’m hungry. I want to bathe and get dressed so we can
go to Giovani’s, if that’s okay with you.”
    “Sounds
good. I could go for some Italian.”
    Jasper
couldn’t believe he’d turned down head from his gorgeous mate, but he was
hungry. His erection would deflate. Eventually. Jasper kept his eyes averted.
If he started looking too closely at Trevor’s tattoos, he would want to get
closer and study each and every one. With his tongue. He had already seen the
ones on his arms, but his back as well as part of his legs were covered, too.
    When
they were both dressed and in the garage, Jasper made a mental note to buy
Trevor a helmet. He knew it would be a test of wills to keep his beast in check
with Trevor wrapped around him riding down the road, but he wanted to feel his
mate against his back as they took to the wind. Jasper didn’t have an expensive
sports car like some of the other Gargoyles did. Having spent the last half
century living close to the beach, Jasper opted for a two-door jeep that rarely
had a top on it. Now that he lived somewhere that a top was required more often
than not, he was thinking of trading.
    Thirty
minutes later, they were seated in the private back room of Giovani’s. Jasper
had called ahead and reserved the room so they could have privacy. It was times
like this that he was thankful for Sixx. Michael “Sixx” Gentry had taken
Jasper’s money and multiplied it significantly in the short amount of time
Jasper had been in New Atlanta. He’d had quite a bit to start with. When you’ve
lived for hundreds of years, you tended to amass great wealth if you had half a
brain. Jasper was no Julian or Sixx, but he was good with money.
    Trevor
looked around the room, noting they were alone. “Are you ashamed of me?” he
asked. Again, Jasper’s heart ripped into tiny shreds at how insecure his mate
was.
    Jasper
moved from the seat across from Trevor to the one next to him. He took his
mate’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles. “Gods, no. Is it wrong I don’t want
to share you? I just wanted a little privacy so we could talk freely. You and I
have secrets nobody needs to hear.” When the waiter came to take their drink
order, Jasper didn’t release Trevor’s hand. Instead, he linked their fingers
together and placed them on top of the table. The waiter couldn’t have cared
less if they were gay. He was in charge of a private room, and his tip would
reflect that.
    “May
I start you off with something to drink? A nice Sangiovese perhaps?”
    “Do
you want wine? I don’t normally drink it, but if you want a bottle, that’s what
we’ll have.” Jasper wanted Trevor to have anything and everything he desired.
    “I’ll
have a whiskey and Coke. Hold the Coke,” he told the waiter.
    “Make
that two with my reserve of Jameson, and make mine a double.”
    “Yes,
Mr. Jenkins,” the waiter said and left to retrieve their drinks.
    “Your
reserve? You have your own whiskey