Whoever said being a man was an easy job had a score to settle with Jasper.
Tonight, he had deliberately engaged his father with meaningful discussion to get the nervousness out of his system.
He knew the purpose of his parents calling them over for this sleepover but he has been a bastard by not telling Scarlett the truth. How was he even going to tell her that his parents tactically imprisoned them here today so they could propagate? Yeah, good luck with that.
Jasper couldn't get mad at them regardless, he understood their intention and eagerness to have a grandchild. Michael's death devastated them all and now they saw the need to protect him too. Even without that, he's going to be truthful here; he wanted Scarlett so bad it hurt.
However, Jasper couldn't say it out loud considering he had promised to wait till marriage and intends on doing just that. But then as a man, he has a hard time controlling his sexual urges which seemed to have heightened tremendously since Scarlett made her debut into his life. He just wanted to lay her down, sink himself into her, and have her till she can't differentiate between reality and heaven.
"You know, wasting your time here would not get the job done," Jasper was startled by his father's comment, the old man saw through his trick.
"I'm just preparing myself that's all," Jasper said, coughing awkwardly. This was one weird discussion to have with his father.
"Son," Emerson squeezed his shudder affectionately, "I know this is going to be hard for you, taking into account your lack of experience but you have to get a perfect aim. Each of your fathers before us always shot an offspring at the first trial - I included " he gasconade.
Oh boy. This just keeps getting better.
Emerson continued enthusiastically, "You don't to be nervous or need a guidebook for this son, it's in you; it's our primal instinct. You just have to be strong, focused, and vigorous, then victory is yours. You're a man, be one," he patted him on the shoulder.
As embarrassing as that sounded, his father's words ramp up his morale and Jasper stood with determination. He would give Scarlett the best night of her life.
"Thanks, father, " He hugged the man.
"No problem. Now go and do me proud," He encouraged Jasper.
"Yes, I'm a man," Jasper chanted to himself as he began to walk up the second-floor stairs.
"Jasper, you're a man. You can do this," He pep talked to himself as he stood outside his door.
With a deep breath, Jasper turned the doorknob and went in. But the moment he saw Scarlett asleep peacefully, his courage flew out the window.
No, he can't betray Scarlett's trust. He promised her and would stick to that. Jasper sighed, then went to the bathroom to cool off some lust. He must have been so stupid to think of breaking the trust of the woman he loves. Sure, his parents would be disappointed, but he knows how to deal with them.
Once out of the shower, Jasper changed into clean loose clothes and went to bed. Since the girl was asleep already, he cuddled her from behind.
Pushing every lecherous thought out of his head, Jasper shut his eyes and went to bed; tomorrow would be a better day. Regardless, he was startled minutes later when he felt a warm, soft hand caress the muscles of his stomach.
His eyes shot open, staring into green ones void of shyness. She didn't take her eyes off, rather held his gaze as her hand roams around. His breath hitched upon her hands traveling lower and lower and then into his waistband, he caught her hand.
"What are you doing?" Scarlett asked him, surprised.
"I should be the one asking you that," Jasper retorted, brows drawn together in confusion.
"You know what I'm doing, Jasper," she tried to free her hand but he didn't let her.
"You said you wanted it on our wedding night. I'm still willing to wait no matter how hard it is, " He reminded her.
"No," Scarlett said, " I think I was just been scared, now I think I want to give it a try,"
"Scarlett," his expression softened, " If you're doing this because you're pressured by my parents, then don't. I know how to handle them,"
Scarlett propped up on her arm, "Yes, I felt pressured at first, but I've realized that I need you, Jasper," she moved to cover the length of him with her body.
Lying on top of him, she brushed her lips across his cheeks, saying seductively, "And don't tell me you don't want this too?" she kissed him teasingly.
His breath began to come in a gasp as her lips brushed across his, tempting and stimulating him to meet up with the challenge and damn him if he wouldn't do so.
Jasper rolled her over, deciding to take the lead as he should. His father was right, he let his primal instinct guide him. He kissed Scarlett the way he has been dreaming for the past few days now; long, deep and unrestricted.
Her hands threaded through his hair, tugging and molding him closer to her while his tongue slid past her open teeth to taste her. Heat rose in her cheeks as she moaned, yet that didn't stop her from pulling his scalp tighter. Their tongue touched, quick at first but became firmer, more determined, and curious about the heat burning within them.
Scarlett felt a fire burning in her core, she couldn't think and was hungry with need. She wouldn't have hesitated all this while if she knew what she had been missing out on. The feeling was something out of this world.
She mewled with pleasure the moment Jasper trailed kisses up her neck, settling on that sensitive spot that made her toes curl. Scarlett could feel her blood throb, her heart was pounding against her chest.
Jasper pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to a corner of the room. Her breath hitched, knowing her breast was now exposed to him - she was braless.
A blush crept up her face yet shivered when his gaze darkened, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. Scarlett rubbed her thigh together, she was wet below. This was going to be a remarkable night - so she thought.