Page 48 of Old Fashioned
I swallowed, each half of me warring with whether I was ready to expose the next bit of information. But the desire pulsing through me won over the part of me that was somewhat ashamed.
“I can’t get pregnant,” I assured him with a soft shrug. “After Paige, I…” I swallowed. “I had a surgery…”
I didn’t have to tell him what kind of surgery for him to understand.
Those words hung heavy between us, and the fact that no one knew that about me — not even my ex-husband — was written in my expression. I knew it, because without me even having to say it, I could tellJordanunderstood that no one else knew. His brows bent in a sad understanding, and he kissed my forehead before his lips trailed to each of my cheeks and back to my mouth.
The tender moment lasted only a moment before it was replaced with urgency again, and I felt myself open to him — my mouth, my heart, my legs — until the tip of him was at my entrance and all it would take was a nudge of my foot in his backside, or a flex of his hips, to answer all my needs.
Jordan’s breaths were shallow, his shoulders shaking where he held himself above me, and he broke our kiss, his mouth hovering over mine.
Then, on an excruciatingly slow roll of his hips, he entered me, and everything that wasn’t Jordan Becker faded to black.
Pain ripped through me in a flash, the sensation of being spread open after having that part of me empty for so long. I cringed against it, and Jordan kissed me, distracting me as he slowed his movements and made his way deeper inside me as gently as he could.
Each moment brought more ecstasy and less pain, until I was denting his flesh with my nails, bucking my hips to meet his, my kisses hungry and desperate and hot. I reveled in the way his back arched with every thrust, in the way his glutes tightened with each flex inside me. It was animalistic, the way he held me to him, the unbridled passion that flowed between us as he took me in the back of his truck. The rough fabric of his seat scratched my back as I scratched his, and pain danced with pleasure in equal measure with each passing minute.
Before I realized what I was doing, I’d pressed my hands into his chest, pushing him off me long enough to have him sitting in the seat and me climbing into his lap. He was barely out of me before I sat on top of him again, the length of him sliding in deeper, making both of us pause when he was all the way in as if we’d lost all breath completely.
The windows of that old Bronco were steamy and hot, but every now and then, a cool breeze would reach us from the forest, and I’d shiver and shake, the combination exhilarating.
Slowly, I began to move, my thigh muscles burning as I grabbed his shoulders and rode him. His hands were free to roam, and roam they did, gripping my waist and my hips and my breasts before they were cradling my face to his again.
I threw my head back on a gasp when he bucked into me, realizing that when he worked his hips in time with mine, a depth I never knew existed was reached. Each new thrust pressed a spot deep inside me that sparked my orgasm, like two rocks slicked together over a bundle of straw, just waiting to catch fire.
Jordan’s mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and licking his way down to my breast, and when he sucked my nipple between his teeth and bucked his hips at the same time, I cried out in a moan I was sure couldn’t have been mine.
“Oh,God,” I groaned, and the muscles in my body ceased to work. I sat there on top of him without moving, completely useless, but Jordan kept working.
He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me to him so that every new thrust of his hips didn’t just make him penetrate me deeper, but also had my clit rubbing against his pelvis, that fire closer and closer to catching with each flex.
“Jordan,” I whispered.
“Oh, fuck,Sydney,” he answered on a breath, my name long and desperate on his lips, and then he was pumping harder, faster, and I knew he was close, too.
His desire fueled mine, and I exploded, thighs clenching around him as I let my orgasm take me under. The spark that finally caught was more like a nuclear blast, one so powerful that I trembled and moaned like I’d left my body entirely in that moment. I floated above it, feeling everything and nothing at all, a powerful sensation of every nerve being ignited at the same time everything inside me numbed.
Jordan came right behind me, burying his head in my chest with a groan and gripping me so tight I could barely breathe as he stilled. I felt his hot release inside me, and I somehow found the strength to move when he couldn’t anymore, riding him until we were both spent, collapsing into each other in a panting tangle of limbs.
The symphony of the forest came back to life, insects and birds singing in the night as our breaths evened out, our bodies hot and slick but still wrapped up in every possible way.
When I finally mustered the energy to peel myself away from him enough to look into his eyes, Jordan ran both hands back through my hair, tugging on it slightly until my chin lifted and his mouth met mine.
“Alright, you little devil,” he said, kissing me hard before he pulled back on a smile and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “Now that you’ve had your way with me, let’s talk about that date.”
Sydney
“OH, MY GOD, YOU KINKY LITTLE FOX!”
I covered my mouth to suppress my laughter at my sister’s outburst the next day, casting a glance at Paige in the living room to make sure she hadn’t heard anything. College Game Day was on, so of course, I was invisible to her.
“I can’t believe you hooked up with your boss,” Gabby continued, whisper-yelling at me. She was at Mom and Dad’s for the day, and I’d told her to find someplace private when we got on the call. “In a friggin’Broncoin the damn forest, for God’s sake.”
I bit my lip against my smile, both loving and hating the giddy feeling inflating my belly like a hot air balloon. I loved it because it was fun and exciting, but I hated it because I knew as soon as it took over, anxiety would sweep in to knock me out of breath.
“You’re ignoring the pressing question, dear sister, which is…” I glanced at Paige, making my way through the sliding glass door and onto the back porch before I continued. “What the hell do I do now?”
“What do you mean?” Gabby asked. “You bang him again — preferably in a bed this time, but hey, no judgment if exhibitionism is your thing.”
