Jasper:Stone Society Book 6(10)

By: Faith Gibson



Jasper put his shirt on, and grabbed his key and helmet. His sleek motorcycle was waiting for him in the garage. Jasper rode his first motorbike in the early nineteen hundreds, after World War One. It wasn’t as exhilarating as flying, but he found it to be fun. The motorcycles had improved vastly, and the chrome and metal machine he now rode was a powerhouse. Knowing he couldn’t be killed if he lost control tempted Jasper to let loose on the machine.

Only when he reached the exit that led to the hospital did he slow down. He passed through the parking lot not seeing Trevor’s car. Still, he turned off the engine and reached out to listen. If Trevor was in the morgue, music would be blaring from the speakers. Sure enough, Jasper heard the sounds of their favorite band floating through the air. Jasper dropped the kickstand and headed toward the door.

Using the key Dante had given him, Jasper let himself into the employee only entrance. His heart raced at the thought of seeing Trevor. When he reached the door, he cracked it so he could observe his mate without him knowing. Trevor probably wouldn’t appreciate being watched, but Jasper had to make sure his mate was okay. The low volume of the music surprised Jasper. Both he and Trevor listened at levels way above normal. When he caught sight of his mate, Jasper’s heart all but stopped. Trevor was leaning against the wall, arms wrapped around his waist. He was rocking back and forth, mumbling.

Jasper didn’t hesitate to go to Trevor. His mate was hurting, and he intended to ease his pain. “Trev,” he said softly so he wouldn’t startle him. Trevor opened his eyes but continued his rocking motion. When Jasper pulled him into his arms, Trevor leaned in, accepting the comfort Jasper offered. Jasper kept quiet, not knowing what to say. When Trevor’s heartbeat finally slowed to normal, Jasper kissed him on the temple and leaned back far enough to see his face. Trevor wouldn’t look at him, so Jasper used his index finger to raise Trevor’s chin. Trevor closed his eyes instead of meeting Jasper’s. Taking a chance, Jasper placed his hands on either side of his mate’s face and pressed soft kisses on those closed eyelids. His lips found Trevor’s forehead, his cheeks, his chin, and finally his lips. There was no urgency in his kiss, just a slight bit of pressure letting Trevor know he wasn’t alone.

Trevor pulled away, retreating to the sink to wash his hands.

“Trev, Ba… Buddy, what’s wrong?” Jasper stopped short of calling him baby. He didn’t need extra stress right now.

“Besides the fact I killed a man?” he muttered as he cleaned his hands with a brush. When Jasper saw the intensity with which Trevor was scrubbing, he took the brush away. “I wasn’t done with that,” Trevor snapped.

“Your hands are clean. Let’s talk about what happened, okay?”

“What’s there to talk about? I shot and killed a man when I didn’t need to. He wasn’t hurting you. He couldn’t hurt you.”

“But he could have hurt you. If you hadn’t stopped him, he could have shot you.”

“That might not be so bad,” Trevor whispered.

Jasper grabbed his mate by the arms and turned him from the sink. “Don’t you ever say that again, Trevor McKenzie. That would be the worst thing in the world that could happen.”

Trevor scowled at him. “You only say that because you have to. That whole fucked up mate thing Dante told me about. You never would have paid attention to me if it wasn’t for that. I’m sorry you got the short end of the stick. We both know I’m not the type of man you normally go for. I’ve seen your past lovers, and they are not me. You’re a god, and I’m… I’m nothing.”

“You are not nothing. I wanted to hang out with you before I knew we were mates. When I asked you to the concert, I didn’t know you were mine. When I asked you over to play video games, I had no idea. At the time, I didn’t know you were gay. I wanted to get to know you as a friend, someone to hang out with. Then when you came over that first night, I knew I would have to tread lightly because you turned me on. I didn’t act on my feelings because I thought you were straight. I’d rather have you as a friend than nothing at all. You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re sexy as hell, and whether you like it or not, you are mine.

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