“Hey, as long as you and Jordan are working to move on from everything, I’m for however that comes about. But don’t make me keep it too long. I suck at secrets.”
“School starts back home in two weeks. We have to figure it out soon.”
“Are you ready for that? Dropping everything there, your whole life, and taking a chance here again?”
Until she’d asked that very question, I had been. There was something about hearing it out loud, wondering if I was doing the right thing, and for the first time, I didn’t have Tillie to go to for advice. “It’s a lot to consider,” I finally said. “It’s a big risk.”
“Could have big rewards. Just don’t hurt him again? I’ll keep what you’re thinking a secret, but I also think before you get too far down the path you’re headed, you and Jordan need to talk about it. Last time you shut him out—”
“Last time I was a scared kid.” I’d turned defensive. Felt that bubbling anger awakening in my blood.
“But you didn’t talk to him.”
She’d scored a direct point. I took it and nodded. “Point made. I will, but I want to get a few ducks lined up first.”
“Good. Have a great day then. We’ll see you soon?”
“Yeah. Most likely.”
I climbed into my car, waited until she pulled forward and once we were on the road, I switched off the radio music. “So? What’d you think?”
“It’s a school, Mom. I don’t care.” It wasn’t the positive answer I was hoping for. Still, he had a point. I’d taken him to a school. Which meant, I had more research to do for him.
“All right. I’ve got brats or taco fixins for lunch. Either of those sound good?”
“Tacos, Mom. Always tacos.”
I shouldn’t have even asked.
“Jordan,”I whispered into his throat, trying so hard to stay quiet. It was nearly impossible.
As soon as we’d known Toby was asleep, Jordan had tugged me up the stairs from where we’d been watching a Royals game. He threw me on his bed, stripped off his clothes. Then mine, tugging down my shorts with a wild frenzy like he hadn’t had me last night.
Then, he’d settled his mouthright theretaking everything he wanted from me for dessert, instead of the second breakfast he’d said he wanted earlier.
After, he rolled us, slid on a condom with expert precision, me watching every movement of his body, toned and so perfect, that line of black hair from his belly button to his hard, waiting cock for me, before he laid back, gripping my hips, and demanded, “Ride me.”
I was working him furiously, unable to slow my pace. His fingers dug into my thighs, and I had my hands braced by his shoulders, the friction against my clit so heavenly delicious another orgasm was quickly building.
“Fuck.” His teeth were at my shoulder. His own manic pace no match for me. His desperate need to have me and the way he could withhold in order to give me time to go again amazed me.
He was incredible. In bed and out of bed. All the time.
And then he leaned back, gripped my breast and sucked on my nipple. The harshness stung, made me cry out, but it was the last thing I needed. The pain of my nipple shot a spark straight to my core and that fire that had been building, simmering, slowly growing, exploded.
My body spasmed. My sex clenched around him. I shoved my face into his shoulder again, panting and mewling as my entire body shivered and let loose from the orgasm.
“Fuck you feel good.” His hips thrust harder. I tried to claw at his shoulder, ride him through his own climax, but I was limp, useless.
“I can’t move,” I whimpered, my breathing as fast as a marathon runner near the end of the pace. His hands went to my hips and he rolled, keeping us connected and then I was beneath him, his chest against mine, his mouth on mine. He kissed me while he slammed into me, over and over again, gripping my thighs, lifting and spreading them until I knew I’d feel that ache of well-use the next day.
And he did something magical, moved me in a way that had every nerve of mine misfiring like a rocket. Before I could stop it, another climax hit, harsh and fast and on the edge of painful but so damn beautiful, I had no choice but to bite my tongue to keep from crying out his name.
“Shit shit shit,” I panted, feeling him move quickly, jerkily before he pounded into me again, dropped his face to the side of mine and cursed while he pulsed and expelled his own climax inside of me.
“I love you,” I whispered, unable to hold the thought back I’d been thinking since the moment I walked into his house earlier that night.
His body froze. The muscles flexed on his lower back and even while he was still settling from his own orgasm, his arms pushed up, his face inches of mine.