Chapter Ten
JORDAN
Brad’s lips were firm and tender, his kiss hungry and demanding. The way he had me caged against the kitchen counter turned my confused thoughts to mush and my muttered protests about my feelings to encouraging moans.
My hands glided up to his chest, over every hard dip and curve under his button-up shirt. He kissed me until I couldn’t remember what we’d been talking about or that there was a world outside of my kitchen. One of his hands dropped to the hem of my t-shirt, and a shiver ran up my spine from the point of contact.
Brad gripped at my shirt, pulling it clean off, our kiss breaking only long enough for the cotton to pass between our lips. Then his mouth was back on mine, and my hands fumbled with his belt buckle, finally managing to get it unhooked.
With unsteady hands, I undid his button and unzipped him, tugging his pants down just far enough to get his cock out of his briefs. Our kisses were feverish, consuming us. I was vaguely aware of his thumbs hooking beneath the waistband of my sweats and tugging down my pants and panties at the same time.
I whimpered, rolling my hips against his erection. The stupid buttons of his shirt wouldn’t budge under my trembling fingers. Brad’s hands closed over mine, lifting them away from his shirt. Before I could question what he was doing, I felt him bunch the expensive material in his hands and tug, ripping the shirt open.
His bare chest crashed into mine, and his arms gripped my hips. In the distance below my windows, there were the sounds of the city, hooting cars and music blaring from somewhere. In my kitchen, however, there was only the sound of wet, furious kissing.
“Tell me if you get too uncomfortable,” Brad growled into my ear, guiding me to a stool a couple of steps back from where were standing. “Jordan, did you hear me?”
I nodded, dragging out my answering groan. “Yesssss.”
Brad’s fingers skirted over my skin, igniting my blood and setting my nerves on fire. I was so ready for him, primed and wet when those fingers skimmed to my core. He nuzzled at a spot beneath my ear, biting down gently on my earlobe, groaning when his fingers slid through my silky juices.
The kitchen counter pressed into my back, the edge of it cold and hard against my skin, but Brad was so warm against me that I didn’t care about the sharp edge biting against my back. My head fell back, and my eyes closed as he worked his fingers into me, his thumb pressing down roughly on my aching clit.
The stool threatened to tip over, but he kept it upright, his free hand and arm wrapping around me to shield my back from the abrasive counter and keeping me braced against his chest. He kissed me with wild abandon, and I returned his kisses as tension started knotting between my legs.
I dug my fingernails into his back, clinging to him as an orgasm crashed into me and ripped through my body, hard and fast. Waves of pleasure that could inspire a thousand songs and sonnets swept me under until I was a trembling mess.
Brad wasn’t done with me yet, though. He stroked me through it, and then he must’ve retrieved a condom, because the next thing I heard was the sound of foil ripping. Then he was standing between my legs, his cock nudging me open and sinking into my still pulsing core.
There was nothing gentle about the way he pushed into me, feeding me inch after delicious inch until he was buried in me, stilling for a second only once.
“Still okay?” he asked.
I nodded again, the art of speaking having gotten lost to me as I lost myself to him, to the feeling of being filled so very perfectly.
When he started thrusting properly, I could’ve sworn that I saw stars exploding and heard angels singing. Having Brad inside me was even better than I remembered, everything that I’d ever wanted. I felt the muscles in his lower back quiver under my hands as I clung to him. His breathing became ragged, and his soft groans sent me flying, almost straight back to the edge.
He kept a steady rhythm, sliding into my slick warmth with sure, long thrusts. His pelvis pressed down on my clit with each stroke, and too soon, I felt myself clenching around him as my mind shattered into pieces that flung themselves to the four corners of the globe.
Brad gripped my biceps when I came back to earth, sliding out of me to bend me over the counter. My knees were jelly and refused to hold me up, but they didn’t have to. He propped my elbows on the counter, securing one of his arms around my chest and the other around my hips, holding me up with his strong body as he thrust back inside me. I cried out, delirious with pleasure and somehow desperate for more.
All the negative emotions and feelings brought on by the day had disappeared and been replaced by being devoured, consumed, and owned by Brad. He slammed into me over and over again. His chest pressed to my back, and it was covered in a thin layer of sweat. His heart hammered as fast as mine did.
The hand around my hips reached down, brushing against my sensitive clit as his muscles started trembling and his groans grew louder in my ears. It seemed impossible to me, but I was so worked up, so overly sensitive, that a few soft brushes of his fingers later, I found myself toppling right over the edge again.
Brad kept driving into me, hard and needy, until he finally found his own release shortly after, soundlessly emptying himself into me, grabbing my face and kissing me hard as his body jerked against mine.
He pulled me close to his chest as our breathing calmed, holding me tightly to him and keeping us both from collapsing to the floor. His heart thudded against my back, racing with my own. We stayed like that for several long minutes, just savoring being together.
“You okay to stand on your own?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure if I was. My knees still felt weak, and my legs felt wobbly, but I gripped the counter so hard that my knuckles were white. “I think so.”
“We’re going to get through this,” Brad promised, buttoning up his slacks but not reaching for the rest of his clothes, strewn all around the kitchen. I felt bad about his shirt, but he’d ripped the buttons off himself, so it wasn’t really on me.
When I’d caught my breath and my legs felt like they could take my weight, I stepped into my panties and tugged my favorite comfortable t-shirt back on. As soon as I was covered up, my phone started ringing from across the kitchen. I froze when I recognized the song that was playing. It was “I’ll Be There for You” by The Rembrandts.
It was also the ringtone Nicole had set for herself on my phone. I lurched forward, rushing for the phone. She was finally calling me back. There was no way I was missing that call.
Brad watched me, looking slightly confused by my sudden spur to action, but then his eyes lit up in understanding when I answered it and smashed it to my ear. “Nikki? Hello?”
“Jordan,” she said. Her voice was cold and flat. After only that one word, I could hear distance she was putting between us. “I’ve packed up all the shit you’ve left lying around here. Meet me at Lucky’s tomorrow. One o’clock. Be there if you want it back, or else I’m leaving the box on the sidewalk.”
She ended the call without saying goodbye. I blinked at the phone in my hand, unable to believe that just like that, it was over. I’d lost her. My heart shattered on the spot, sending deep, heaving sobs wracking through my body and fat tears streaming down my face.
Brad was beside me the next second, wrapping his arms around me and holding me so tightly it was like his arms were the only things keeping me together. His lips moved gently against my ear. “What did she say?”
“She… she...” I couldn’t get it out.
Brad whispered soothingly to me, stroking my hair and hugging me even tighter. “Hey. Hey. It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.”
He didn’t understand how not okay it was. “It’s not.”
Holding me until the sobs started subsiding, Brad just kept whispering to me. I cuddled up against his warm chest, breathing him in from the crook of his neck, letting his spicy scent envelop me. When I finally stopped crying so much that I couldn’t speak, I took a deep breath and told him what Nicole had said.
“So you see?” I asked when I was finished. “It’s not okay. It’s never going to be okay.”
He swiped the tears from under my tears, drawing me close again. “It will be. Come here.”