Cord

I groan, shoving her legs up higher and push her sex down closer to my mouth while she tongues the head of my cock, making me shudder and close my eyes to fight off my own release.

Her tongue, so nubile and wet, swirls around the crown, dips into the slit and wings its way down my shaft while I try to hold off and give her the pleasure I refuse to compromise on.

“Yeah, just like that. Suck,” I growl, shoving my tongue into the wet portal where I want my cock, drinking down the now familiar taste of her juices.

I can’t get enough, I don’t think I will ever get enough of the flavor and smell covering my face. Pushing her away just before I come is the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life, but I need inside that hot channel right now before I go crazy.

She growls when I pull away and roll, flipping her over to spread her legs. I line up, so close to heaven I have to grit my teeth and then thrust–

I wake up in a cold sweat, cursing like a madman when my cock lets out a whine, the hard shaft bobbing as I roll from the bed and come to my feet. I’m so hard it literally hurts with every single breath I take, but there’s nowhere to go with it unless I want to go to the shower and jerk off again, what I’ve been doing for the last four days since Jack ran out of my office like her ass was on fire.

I was this close to telling her the truth before she bolted, my mind and body of one thought as the bliss of orgasm drained and left me sated on her, my cock still trapped in the snug pink sheath of her sex.

She ran, I remind myself, snarling when my dick throbs again, getting harder with the memory. She ran.

So hard and fast that four days later I haven’t heard nor seen a trace of her. I went to her office yesterday when my patience finally gave in but she wasn’t there, and neither was she at her house.

Teddy and Stacey’s wedding was the last straw for me because she wasn’t there either, as I expected her to be.

Everything went perfectly, but the Brady sisters had handed the entire day over to Jill Mathews, a woman I now know subs for them as lead when they have another wedding to take care of.

I really enjoyed that wedding. It was classy and yet colorful, and Stacey was in raptures about the cake and corndogs all night. It got so bad I almost snapped when Teddy started rhapsodizing about marriage because I was not in a good place right then.

I wanted to see Jack and even more than that I wanted to talk to her and explain everything, starting at the beginning when I came up with the hair-brained scheme of making her arrange her own wedding while I made her fall in love with me.

Fucking stupid asshole, I snarl at myself, stalking to the kitchen to grab a beer because I know there’s no way I’m sleeping with my cock this hard. I should know, it’s been three nights of nothing but agony since she ran out on me.

“Get a grip,” I mumble, falling onto the couch and staring out at the inky black night.

Only, I can’t. I haven’t had a grip since my mom called me and told me Jack was getting married and whatever tenuous hold I may have had on sanity fled when I saw her walking down the aisle, another man waiting for her.

Rolling to my feet again, impatient with unspent lust and the love I have burning in my heart, I stomp to my bedroom and grab a pair of jeans and a shirt, hopping into my sneakers on the way to the door.

It’s two in the morning, and I have no business doing this, but I can’t go another day without seeing Jacobie Brady and telling her that I want her, love her, need her.

My truck is the only one on the road as I pull out of the garage, ignoring my own nerves as I hit the gas and turn in the direction of Jack’s house, promising myself I won’t sit in the truck and watch her house all night. Again.

I get there in under fifteen minutes, my pulse increasing with every mile and it’s only when I have the truck off that I realize what I am doing is nuts.

A tap on the window almost scares the life out of me as does the stoic, unmoving face of Bayou Brady.

“Jesus, you scared me!” I snarl, rolling the window down when she taps on the glass.

Incongruously she’s wearing pink sleep shorts with the word smile emblazoned on them and little bunnies who look maniacal.

“What are you doing here, weirdo? This is the second night I’ve seen you pull up in front of her place and just sit in the truck. You got plans for her skin or something?”

I shudder, ignoring the fact that she has one tone and shrug, gripping the wheel hard.

“I just…I need to talk to her but she’s not answering her phone.”

“That’s a message, Cord. She doesn’t want to see you. Strange, a man running around chasing a woman when he’s about to marry another,” she muses.

At least I think that’s what her voice is trying to portray.

“I’m not! Christ, the wedding is for her. And me,” I mutter, hating that I have to confess this right now with the sister of the Grimm Reaper staring at me with dead eyes.

Bay narrows those eyes and then shocks me stupid when she grins, an honest to God, mouth curving, light up the eyes grin that almost stops my heart it’s so pretty.

It changes her whole face and yeah, I am speechless for at least two minutes before she drops the smile and just stares.

“Bay–”

“I figured. It sorta hit me about the time I saw you and the three stooges sitting in Sully’s plotting and looking guilty as sin.”

“We weren’t–”

“She’s not here. And she won’t go easy. The girl has a fear of all things commitment after that asshat jilted her, so if you’re thinking you’re gonna make her jealous, nail her down, and get her into another wedding gown, then you’re shit outta luck, my friend. I’d suggest sex, a roofie and a preacher who needs extra cash for a church roof,” she says, surprising me yet again when she hands me a card.

I almost choke when I see preacher Ashton’s name and number on the back, my curiosity satisfied when Bay leans into my window and whispers.

“Jack went a little nuts on her wedding day after she saw you there. She ended up hurling the baptismal into the roof. She insists it was mama, but we all saw it. He said he’d do just about anything to get that new roof and he hates Jack so I’d lay money if you get a license he’ll do the deed, even if she is half comatose. You’re welcome for the advice. Tell Jefferson to stop calling me and breathing on the other end of the line. It’s fucking creepy.”

I’m tongue-tied and unable to do anything but watch as she walks away, going into the house next door to Jack’s and flicking off the porch light.

What the hell just happened I ask myself, looking back down at the card with a narrow-eyed look of speculation.

Jack…I can so see her not being into marriage. Shit, I was in Sully’s office a few months back when they all came in for happy hour, and she got so drunk she started dancing on the bar with Kim.

Her lyrics ran along the lines of, I’d rather use a cactus as a tampon than put another wedding dress on.

She gets no points for lyrics but they spelled it all out really clearly, I think, chuckling at the wedding dress still hanging from the tree in the yard, full of paint from her and Kim’s paintball Saturdays when they sit out there shooting at the dress.

And neighbors.

I’m thinking, hard as my dick finally starts deflating and pull away from the house with a smile on my face, my plan set in place.

 

*****

 

Jack

“What are you doing here?” I bark when I open my front door, Cord’s face breaking into a smile when he sees me wrapped in a robe with a towel keeping my wet hair in check.

“We need to talk.”

“No. Me and Kim and Dee decided I didn’t have to be ma-toor,” I inform him, my high horse snorting and bucking beneath my ass as if he’s about to throw me on it.

Cord snorts as if he doesn’t have a clue what I’m saying and gently nudges me into the house, slamming the door behind him with a foot. Because his hands are busy grabbing my face to tilt my mouth for his kiss.

I would struggle as his lips hit mine, his tongue forcing my mouth wide for its entry, but I have zero struggle in me when he sucks into my mouth, the kiss desperate and sloppy and so good I moan.

I’m expecting him to throw me against a wall and make me want it. He won’t have to try that hard to make me since I’m already heating and half insane as my sex throbs and starts pulsing out moisture.

He doesn’t though. He just kisses me blind, smooching my lips before pulling away and grinning, his dimples coming out to make my nethers go hot and swollen.

“We need to talk.”

I scowl at that, pulling away a

Sense returns and I stomp into the living room, putting as much distance between my vagina and the crack that is Cord.

“I don’t want to talk, Cord. What we did was a mistake,” I tell him, wanting to stop this before it goes any further.

“Well, that’s too damn bad because I want to talk. It wasn’t a mistake. I’ve wanted you since we were in high school and I want you still,” he says, sitting down casually while I scuttle around to put a couch between us.

“You’re getting married,” I say, cringing because I should have totally remembered that when he had his mouth on my crotch.

“Nope. Not getting married. I’m not even seeing anyone,” he tells me, making my steam hiss to a crescendo and disappear just as fast.

“Wha–”

“I wanted to see what you’re capable of and after getting a look at Teddy’s wedding, I don’t even need to see more. You have the contract with the resort free and clear.”

“But–”

“Keep the other wedding going. We’ll just leave off the dress and use it as a dry run to test how well the resort and your company can handle the numbers.”

I’m still reeling, not even halfway clocking the rest of what comes out of his mouth because all my brain keeps yelling at me is “not engaged,” “single,” and the all too important, oh thank God I don’t have to feel guilty for putting my vagina on his meat!

“You toad!” I screech, the relief dying a quick death as the ramifications hit me.

Cord doesn’t move, doesn’t even twitch an eyelid while I rant and scream profanity at him, my store of curses so vast I run out of breath before I run out of words.

“I, you, I felt like hell for four days because I thought I was the other woman and you’re not even in a relationship?” I yell, balling my fists at my side to keep from launching myself at him.

“Jack…it was a bad idea. I realized it the moment I wanted to go down on you, and it hit me that you might not let me.”

I sputter, my thoughts focusing on him going down on me and drag my mind back from the gutter to focus on the other parts. Like the fact that I, Jack Brady, am standing here in a robe, with a man who does good head jobs and I can’t even do a thing about it because I promised myself no more keepers!

I refuse to fall in love–okay, well, I am somewhat in love with Cord Nixon, but that’s just…and I don’t do marriage, and…why did I ruin myself for this moment with a disloyal dog like Felix?

“But, but we shouldn’t have done it,” I argue, desperately thinking of reasons why I should not, at all, so much as touch Cord Nixon with a fingertip. “We don’t even like each other.”

That gets me a smile, a raised eyebrow and the dimples popping out, making my sex ache at the thought of never having those amazing dimples near my snatch again.

“I like you. A lot. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that I have waited nine years to like you Jack Brady and now that I’ve liked you, I think it’s only fair to warn you, I want to love the hell out of you.”

My mouth drops open and shut as he says the words, his eyes going hot and liquid as he stares me down. Everything in me goes just as liquid, my nipples turning into hard nubs just begging for his mouth while my legs open just the slightest bit as I moisten.

“I–”

“I think I’m going to marry you, Jack. Yeah, yeah I am. And you know what else? I’m going to give you lots of babies to give your messed up red hair to, and you’re going to give it to me, you know why?”

I shake my head silently, still blinking as he rises and walks towards me, his fingers undoing the belt at my waist. He spreads it open, his hands pushing in, one sliding over my hips while the other cups my breast and pinches my nipples, just right.

“You’re going to give it to me,” he murmurs, leaning down so our mouths are touching and I can taste his breath against my mouth, my tongue coming out to lick him before I can stop it.

“You’re going to give it to me because you want to like me and love me just as much as I do you.”

I moan my denial into his mouth when he kisses me, this one filled with passion as he slides his lips over mine and spears his tongue deep. His hand squeezes my breast, sliding off the nipple to cup the weight and plump it while the other moves down, over my ass and into the vee between, his fingers dipping into me from behind.

I moan again, the only sound I’m capable of right now after he pressed his middle finger into me from behind, playing with the juices gathered there and using it to pump his finger into me hard and fast.

There’s no stimulation to my clit, nothing whatsoever and yet I can feel myself winding up for a climax with just that invasive touch. So good, it feels so good to have his thick finger breaching me I go up on my toes, clutch his shoulders and open wider, needing him faster.

“Cord.”

“Don’t hold off. Come on my hand, let me feel it explode from inside.”

I obey, letting the climax take me, convulsing around his hand while he watches me silently, taking it all in as if it’s his to enjoy. My sex is not fluttering, it’s quaking, and all I can do is go limp when it’s done, my legs giving away beneath me.

Cord holds me up and carries me to the couch, laying me down while he looks down at me and slowly raises his hand to suck his fingers into his mouth with a moan.

He’s tasting me, savoring me and the sight is so erotic I have no will to fight. I don’t care that I’m on the couch in broad daylight or that my body is on display. I open my legs, inviting him in, wanting him to strip down and push into me right here and now so that I can feel that pleasure again.

“Cord.”

“Not here Jack. The next time I fuck you, I’ll be in my bed with that luscious ass of yours cradled on my hips while you ride my cock. It’s going to happen.”

“But–” I whine, my sex still quivering with release while my clit gets harder, wanting more.

“You’ll come to me the next time you want me inside you,” he says, smiling wickedly as if sensing my frustration.

Snapping my legs shut and feeling suddenly very vulnerable, I clap my robe closed and rise, taking a step back on still trembling legs.

“Cord–”

“I’ll see you later Jack. Think of me.”

He leaves without another word, from him or me, and I slump back, still aroused, pissed off and of one mind on a thought that won’t leave me.

I think I just got upped by Cord Nixon.

I screwed him and run…he just blew my mind and walked away after throwing me a challenge I can’t resist.