The phone on his desk rang, and Jonah snatched it up quickly, glancing at Jasper. It hadn't woken her. She remained curled up on the couch, still deep in an exhausted sleep.
"Hello?" he said quietly.
"Jonah Gabriel Parker."
Jonah closed his eyes. "Hi, Mom."
"What did you do?!"
"Can you be more specific?"
"Curt called me this morning and told me that you canceled some girl's scholarship! Without even telling me. Why on earth would you do that?"
Jonah had known this was coming, but didn't actually make up his mind about how he was going to handle it until he opened his mouth and said, "She doesn't need the scholarship anymore. She has money for tuition."
There was a puzzled silence on the other end. "How do you know that? Do you know this girl? Is this something personal, Jonah?"
Taking a deep breath, Jonah said, "You could say that. She's my wife."
This time the silence was longer, and practically vibrating with his mother's shock. It was quite a while before she managed to say, "You got married? When? To who? Why didn't you tell me? Wait, Jonah." Sharp disapproval entered her tone. "She was in college - how old is this girl?"
"Nineteen."
"Jonah!" The shock and horror in her voice made him bite his lip to keep from laughing.
"She's an adult," he said, keeping the amusement out of his voice with an effort. "Nothing to be shocked about."
"The age difference-"
"Rich older men marry younger women all the time, Mom. We're practically expected to. If you think about it, I'm actually being very traditional." Few things gave Jonah more pure, simple delight than fucking with his mother. "Remind me how much older Dad was than you?"
"That's not the point," she snapped. "People will talk."
"Don't be so melodramatic. Yes, some people will gossip. It's not the end of the world. They'll eventually get bored and move on to a new topic."
"Is she pregnant?"
"She is not."
"Well, that's something, at least."
"If it makes you feel any better, she was a virgin, too."
"Jonah!!"
Jonah had to move the phone for a moment in case he couldn't hold back the laughter.
"Why on earth do you do things like this?" she asked in exasperation. "Everything with you is always so..."
"So what, Mom?"
There was a soft but exasperated huff. "Why do you always have to make everything so difficult?"
"I'm sorry," Jonah offered. "The only reason I didn't tell you is because I didn't want anyone to know yet."
"And you suspected I wouldn't approve," she said pointedly.
"And I suspected you wouldn't approve," Jonah agreed with a small smile.
There was a pause, then a practical sniff. "Well. What's her name?"
"Jasper."
"Is that her first or her last?"
"First name. Maiden name was Mason." It made him ridiculously happy to call it her maiden name. He eyed her sleeping form, gaze wandering over layers of bruises and welts in various stages of healing.
"Oh, Mason? Is she-"
"Whoever you're thinking of, no. She doesn't come from money and she grew up in Texas."
"Oh."
Another little pause. Jonah could practically hear her trying to think of how to ask it.
"Are you... have you known each other long?"
"About a month."
She finally gave up. "Oh Christ, Jonah. What the hell are you doing?"
Jonah chuckled. "You don't need to worry. It was fast but it wasn't hasty. It was right. I'm sure of it."
"Do you love her?" There was genuine surprise in her voice.
"Of course I do," Jonah said very quietly, eyes on Jasper's face. "You'll understand when you meet her."
"Oh, I get to meet her, do I? How gracious of you."
"How long are you going to give me shit about this?"
Her voice went from sarcastic to scolding in a heartbeat. "Don't use that language with me."
"You cursed five seconds ago," he pointed out.
"That's different. It's a matter of respect, Jonah. You shouldn't use that language when speaking to your mother."
Jonah rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry. How long are you going to needle me for eloping?"
"Well, I think I'm at least entitled to a few visits, don't you? So that I can get to know my new daughter-in-law and possible mother of my grandchildren?"
Jonah winced. Usually she could wrangle him into one or two visits home each year. This was maybe enough leverage to get three or four. "Of course. But not right away. It's only been a week. We're still on our honeymoon."
"Oh, right, I forgot. You still have to get to know each other."
"There's that classy New England snark," he said affectionately. His mother was from Maine, originally.
"I suppose it's a good thing you canceled her scholarship. That's at least one hint of impropriety we can spare ourselves."
"Do you ever listen to yourself talk?"
She sighed testily. "You'll let me know when you have some dates in mind?"
"Why do you want me to visit so badly if I aggravate you so much?"
"Sometimes I wonder that myself."
He smiled. "I'll send you some dates, Mom."
"Thank you," she said crisply, and hung up.
When he looked up, his eyes met Jasper's. She hadn't moved, watching him silently from the couch.
"I can't believe you actually have a mother," she said.
Jonah rose and walked towards her, pulling his t-shirt over his head. She rolled onto her back automatically. "What's so unbelievable about that?" He unzipped his jeans and shoved them down.
"It's just weird to think of you doing normal things... like being a child."
Jonah laughed softly, trailing off into a low groan as he slid inside her. She was already wet, and as soon as he was inside her, she began making small noises in the back of her throat. Jonah's cock tightened almost painfully. Fuck, he loved those noises. She was on edge within seconds, her breath hot and heavy on his skin, her nails digging into his arms.
"Please..." The first faint, breathless plea came out of her.
Edging was one of Jonah's favorite things in the entire world, and it was beautifully effective on Jasper. He'd been using it ruthlessly on her, whipping her into a state of near manic arousal over and over and then leaving her there, right on that ragged edge, until he had her doing whatever he wanted. And it pissed her the fuck off. It had quickly become his favorite punishment. This time, he'd been keeping it up for nearly two days after she failed yet again to come just from being fucked.
"Come on, sweetheart," he murmured in her ear, one fist twisting in her hair to force her head back. "Come for me." With his other hand, he lifted himself enough so he could see her face, and pounded into her, hard and fast.
This was the part she hated. The part where she completely lost control, unable to do anything but chase the orgasm that was simmering in her veins, racing toward the center of her. Some distant part of her watched in mortification as she writhed and strained, back arching, thighs clutching Jonah desperately. She panted, and begged, and fucking whined, drawing red lines across his skin with her nails and biting his chest and shoulders.
"That's it," he panted. "Come for me, baby. Come on my cock."
Fuck, it was so so so so close, so so- "oh god" - so SO fucking close - "fuck, oh fuck, don't stop, please don't stop-"
He grabbed her jaw, stopping her babbling. "Say my name," he growled.
"Jonah," she practically wailed, hating the raw desperation in her voice.
He slammed into her even harder, every thrust sending electric shocks through her abdomen that tingled all the way out to the tips of her fingers and toes.
And then suddenly it was happening, and nothing else fucking mattered.
The world went white. It was as though the shock wave hit her before the explosion happened, rippling across her skin as muscles inside her began contracting hard around Jonah - and then the pleasure hit. Jasper nearly screamed, her entire body going rigid as bliss shredded her, hitting a crescendo that threatened to become more than she could handle.
It faded, if morphing into immediate, excruciating over-sensitivity could be called fading. The sound of their fucking had become obscenely wet. Jasper gritted her teeth and hung on for dear life as Jonah fucked her through the aftershocks, chasing his own orgasm now.
He slammed inside her with one last massive thrust, a familiar groan vibrating his chest. This part, Jasper actually kind of liked - it was the only time Jonah sounded helpless, ecstasy forcing sounds out of him that he wouldn't normally make. Breaking down that smug, icy exterior and leaving him just as sweaty and sticky as anyone else.
"Good, good girl," he sighed as he relaxed atop her.
It took both of them a while to recover. This part... this had become something akin to nice, as well. Jonah's weight was oddly comforting, pressing her down into the cushions, his fingers threading absently through her hair. He never stopped playing with her hair.
Jasper had dozed off again when Jonah finally sat up, running a hand through his own damp hair. "Shower," he said, and he actually sounded tired for once. Which was a relief, because he'd been fucking her nonstop for a week.
Her legs were unsteady enough that Jonah had to put an arm around her, laughing. Kissing the top of her head, he said, "Congratulations, sweetheart. You did it."
"Fucking finally," she said emphatically.
He laughed again. "It should get easier to do it, after this."
"I didn't know that was a thing you could train your body to do."
