Chapter 9

 

I couldn’t sleep the whole night before. I waited for Jordan to text me or for a knock on my window after he dropped Teagan off, but neither happened. The only thing I got was a text from Teagan at midnight

I wish you would have told me how hot Jordan was. Talk about a growth spurt.

OMG, his hands are so big.

Thank God, my mom isn’t home.

After that text, I chucked my phone across the room. When I picked it up the next morning, it was luckily still intact but still no texts. No answers. What if I was just something to pass the time while Jordan was stuck here for the summer? What if this wasn’t real? What if Teagan really did get what she wanted? I had to know.

I showered and dressed in record time, twisting my hair up into a bun as I tumbled down the stairs.

“Whoa, is there a fire upstairs?” Mom asked as I barreled past where she sat in the kitchen. To her, it was a normal Sunday morning filled with coffee and Dave’s sweatpants. To me, it was about not running from my problems or staying stagnant. If I was even thinking about changing, then I had to know if I was going to be stuck in the same friends-with-benefits rut just to have someone cheat on me.

“Just running late. I won’t be out too long,” I yelled. Before she could respond, I had already shut the door and was running out to my car.

Mom stopped questioning where I was going most of the time. She would pry at times, but mostly, she said she trusted me enough to know I wasn’t getting in trouble. I was old enough to make my own decisions, but I just wished I trusted myself that much.

 

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The only car parked in front of the Keller place was Jordan’s Honda. Good — at least, he was home and not parked at Teagan’s.

I slammed my car into park next to his and flew out the door as fast as my flip-flops could carry me. He must be home if his car was there, but I just hoped no one else was ... like possibly a redhead in his bed.

I knocked on the door once, twice, three times and no answer. I was beginning to worry that maybe he’d dropped his car off and they walked somewhere, or maybe Teagan was there, and he was trying to get her out without me seeing. Before any more thoughts could enter my head, I heard the slow creak of the door. There, squinting his eyes like he just woke up, stood Jordan. But that wasn’t my only clue that he was probably sleeping.

The only thing he wore was a pair of light blue boxers slung low. His hip bones were visible, showing off the nautical star tattoos I remembered so well. I couldn’t help but let my gaze wander up his well-defined abs and to the compass tattoo right above his left pec. I remembered it from all those years ago, but it had been redone. It didn’t look like a piece of artwork that someone did out of their barn anymore. Now that I saw all of him in the daylight and not just pressed against me in the pond, I could see that the compass tattoo was now attached to a large ship that went across his very well-defined chest.

“Can I help you with something?” Jordan asked with a yawn.

“Yeah, yeah, you can.” I tried not to yell. But my hoarse voice kept rising volumes. I took a step toward him so that we were toe to toe. I wasn’t going to let him lie to me or try to escape the conversation, and I couldn’t just pretend I wasn’t falling back in love with this guy. Yeah, it had only been a short time he was back in my life, but maybe I never stopped. Maybe with all that time away, it had just been festering. And thinking he was just going to go for another girl was gutting me more than Joey ever did.

“All right. Want to come inside then? Everyone went to church this morning, so it’s just me.” He took a step back, extending his arm out to the foyer that was finally clear of random housewares.

“I won’t be staying long,” I said, storming past him. “Are you sure you still don’t have a house guest from last night?” I turned back toward him with my arms across my chest as he shut the front door.

He shook his head, wiping his eyes with his free hand. “I didn’t sleep with Teagan. Not that it’s any of your business, but she started spouting stupid shit as soon as we left the bowling alley. Trying to tell me that it could be our little secret. I told her I definitely wasn’t interested.”

“And how is it not my business? She’s one of my best friends.”

He took two slow steps toward me, closing the space between us. “Yeah, and like I said, not a very good one if she’s trying to make you jealous of her.”

I stared at him, trying to be mad, but the more I got lost in his blue eyes, the harder it was. “How can you even say that? Remember you left, Jordan. She was here when you left. Off to New York with chicks named Ashley Amber.”

He smirked, running his hands through his hair. “Yeah, I did leave. You’ve mentioned that multiple times. But you knew I was leaving. No bullshit from me like you get from your so-called friends.”

I glared, anger boiling inside me. “What? You think just because we’ve made out a few times and I lost my virginity to you six years ago that I’m just going to give up everything here? My friends? My life? Because you say so?”

He put his hands up, letting out a big breath. “I’m not telling you what to do. I’m just saying you have a shitty friend if she’s getting drunk in bowling alleys, slapping one ex-boyfriend and then trying to get in the other one’s pants. You wouldn’t believe the shit she was saying on the drive out here. I wanted to gag the bitch.”

“Hey! There is no reason to call her a bitch!” I spat.

He threw his arms down. “What the hell do you want me to say, Abbey? That I hated the way all your friends were treating you last night? That I’ve always hated how you and I had to be someone we weren’t when we were here? When we were around them? How I want you to come back with me to New York so badly so I can see the real Abbey I fell in love with all those years ago? The one who I know is still in there, and if you keep pushing the real Abbey away, you’re going to be stuck married to a loser like Joey and working at the bakery forever.”

“How dare you,” I growled.

He licked his lips and stared down at me. “Leaving you has been my biggest regret. Now that I’m here, I’m not going to leave you or lose you again.”

“I’m not yours to lose.”

Cupping my face in his big hands, he stared into my eyes. He didn’t say a word. He just pulled me toward him and kissed me, stealing my breath away. He ran his tongue along my lips before pulling my head back and forcing my mouth to open. Tasting him, I gasped as I came up for short breaths between his pleading kisses. As if he needed to taste me to breathe.

“You can’t just kiss me and expect that to be the end of our conversation,” I murmured as his lips trailed to my neck.

He grinned and looked at me before wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me so that he cradled me and I looped my legs around his strong waist.

“Jordan, what do you think you’re doing?”

I’d never been carried or held like this in someone’s strong arms, and it had me melting against him even though I wanted to fight him.

He walked forward, carrying me up the wooden stairs.

“Where are we going?” I held my arms around his neck while he glided up the stairs with ease, carrying me as if I was as light as a feather, though I was still afraid of falling on my ass and breaking his boner that was definitely poking me in the stomach

Once we reached the top of the stairs, he opened a door directly to the left. It was a plain white room with a brown dresser and a twin-size bed with navy sheets tucked underneath the sole window. He set me down on the floor, and as soon as my feet hit the hardwood, I crossed my arms over my chest.

Jordan grinned, getting down on his knees. “You said a kiss wasn’t going to end our conversation … but you didn’t say where …”

Slowly, he trailed his fingers from my ankle up to the seam of my shorts. I watched him move his hand up the denim fabric to the waistband and unbutton and unzip. I sucked in a deep breath, thanking God I showered and shaved as he pulled down my shorts and panties.

Before I could protest, he had one hand on my ass, pulling me toward him as his tongue flattened against my core and he took long strokes inside me.

“Oh …” I managed to moan, stumbling forward a bit, which caused him to laugh while still inside me.

He looked up, pulling his lips away. “Maybe you should sit on my face. It’ll make it easier to taste you.”

“I, uh, I …” I couldn’t think of the right words. He’d been my first everything, and we were both really inexperienced kids, so we didn’t know what was good. I was also a lot lighter back then and was afraid if I sat on his face now, I’d suffocate him.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He pulled me backward until we stood next to the bed. Crawling up to the blue comforter, he sat down and took my hands, pulling me toward him. He didn’t wait for me to say anything and took my hips, pulling me toward him. With one hand on my waist, he took his other hand, cupping my mound. “Tell me what you want, Abbey. No bullshit. Tell me.”

“I  … I … I want you in me,” I managed to gasp.

“Gotta be more specific, Abbey,” he murmured, hooking a finger inside me. I gasped as his finger swirled inside me. He moved his thumb to my clit and circled it in the same direction as his finger. I felt my body already building up to the brink just from his digits.

“Don’t come for me yet, baby,” he whispered huskily, pulling out of me. I found myself whimpering, already missing his touch.

“I want you to take charge. To go for what you want and get it.” He stared at me with a fire in his eyes that was a mixture of anger and lust.

Without thinking about my next move, I kicked out of my panties and shorts and then pulled my tank top and bra off, tossing them to the floor next to me. I stood there naked before him for the first time in a long time. His eyes roamed over my body as if he was memorizing every curve.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? How much you deserve to be worshiped.” Jordan pulled me closer, his hands sliding up the curve of my hip until he pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling his.

His mouth trailed down my neck to my collarbone then he cupped each breast and flicked his tongue along my already hardened nipple then nipped at the pink bud, sucking on it hard.

“Holy hell.” I leaned back, pushing my core into the bulge straining against his boxers.

“You feel that, Abbey? That’s what you do to me. That’s what you’ve always done to me. I’ve been thinking about having you like this for far too long,” Jordan growled.

“You’re torturing me,” I panted, grinding my core into him, wanting so badly to get what was under those boxers.

“Don’t just tell me, Abbey. Take me. I’m yours.”

That was all I needed to push him back on the bed and reach for his boxers to tug them down. He reached for my hands, helping me pull his boxers down to the floor.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked, hoping to God we wouldn’t both just have to deal with foreplay.

He smirked. “I do. Top drawer of the dresser.”

I moved to the side and peeled my body from his, opening the top drawer to see an unopened box. I opened it quickly and pulled out the foil packet. By the time I was done, he was already laying on the pillow with his cock standing at attention. I’d seen a few naked guys, but Jordan was like something carved just for me from the perfect slab of marble. I wanted to remember every ripple. His light and hard edges.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to come here?” Jordan asked, putting his hand out and taking mine.

Before I could answer, he pulled me to the bed, and I yelped as he pulled me down to him.

I straddled his hips again, holding the condom as he gripped my waist.

“Let me taste you first, Abbey. You’re in control, but I wanna make you come and feel you first,” Jordan begged, his eyes locked on mine.

I sucked in a deep breath and slowly scooted forward until I was hovering right above his face. He grinned before gripping my ass and pulling me down until he was lapping me up. I held the headboard behind him as I slowly rocked my hips forward. He moaned with pleasure inside me, his lips vibrating against my walls.

I moaned, and Jordan gripped tighter, pulling me down, so I completely sat on him as he lapped me up, his lips vibrating against me as I shuddered against him, my orgasm taking hold and rocking my entire body as I cried out.

Before I could even come down, Jordan had his hands on both of my hips again and pushed me backward until he was hovering over me, my legs in the air and his mouth still wet with my arousal.

He grabbed the condom that was surprisingly still in my hand and opened it, sliding it over his length.

“Tell me you still want this, Abbey. Tell me you want me,” he begged, running his hands over his length as he kneeled between my legs.

“I want you. I want you. I want you,” I begged and grabbed his back, pulling him to me. He slid slowly, each inch more exquisite than the last.

“Damn, Abbey, you feel better than I remember,” he whispered into my neck as he pressed his chest to mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He rocked into me slowly at first then moved his hand between us. His thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing it as he thrust harder. My hips shook as I ground my feet into his back and held his shoulders. I could already feel another orgasm taking hold as he moved a free hand to my hip and flipped us to a sitting position which pushed his cock all the way to my hilt.

I held him and adjusted my body on his lap.

“Show me how you like it. We can take it slow or as fast as we can,” Jordan murmured, holding my lower back.

I rocked slowly on his lap, feeling him slide almost completely out of me and slam back in. He closed his eyes, moaning slightly.

“Like that?” I whispered.

“You know I like that, baby,” he murmured, gripping my back.

I moved faster, bucking my hips against his as he rocked and thrust. I felt yet another orgasm building and moved faster, moaning as the bed shook beneath us.

“Come for me, baby, so I can feel you as I finish,” he whispered huskily, moving his hand between us and circling my clit as my glorious orgasm took over and I cried out his name. He moaned as well, and we rocked together until we both stilled chest to chest.

For a few minutes, we just sat there. Both breathing heavily with our hearts beating against each other’s until he kissed up my neck. “I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing for all those years.”

 He smiled and a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, trickling onto his lips. “Baby, I’ve never wanted anything more than for us to be us. For all of this. You and me.”

I lifted my head, meeting his eyes. “If we are going to do this, it has to be real. I don’t know if you even thought about staying in Texas, but I’m willing to think about New York if we can just wait. Just enjoy this time.”

I thought he would have some sort of a snappy retort. Something other than flashing his beautiful smile.

“Deal,” he whispered against my lips.

I thought maybe he was ready to go for round two when I felt his hardness stir to life inside me, but then I heard the front door slam all the way up the stairs.

“Jordan! Are you still sleeping?” a female voice called.

“Shit. I didn’t look at the time,” Jordan muttered, pulling out of me. Clothes were thrown around as we both tried to get dressed as quickly as possible.

“I’d tell you to stay up here until they left, but they’re gonna be around a while, and I don’t wanna hide you … so … wanna go downstairs and re-meet my parents?” Jordan asked as I stared at him while still trying to button my shorts and get my hair out of my face.

“Are you serious right now?” I asked, staring at him open-mouthed.

He shrugged. “You wanted romance. What’s more romantic than post-coital breakfast with my parents?”