Page 60 of Before You Say I Do
Jordan pulled back after a few moments, eyeing Abby. She was still mostly naked, her hands clutching the sink. She let her head drop backwards. “Fucking hell, Abby. What are you doing to me?”
Abby had no words.
She had no idea anymore.
She ran a hand up the back of Jordan’s thigh, over her pert bum, then up her back, before kissing her breasts.
Jordan brought her gaze back to her.
“I’ve no idea,” Abby said. “But that was incredible. I want to do it again and again.”
A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
Jordan jolted.
Abby froze. A siren went off in her head. She glanced at Jordan, and saw her own horrified expression reflected back in the bathroom mirror.
“Abby? Are you in there?” It was Mum.
Jordan reached down and pulled up her knickers and shorts, cracking her head on the sink in the process.
That would have hurt, but Jordan didn’t utter a word. She was probably holding her breath.
Abby knew she was. “Just coming!”
Abby’s voice was breezy. In utter contrast to her world, which was crashing down before her. From being the best decision, now she was wondering if it was the absolute worst of her life. She’d just fucked her bridesmaid on her hen weekend. With everyone she knew and loved in earshot. Who the hell was she? What the hell was she doing? And how was she going to explain this to her mum when they walked out?
“Everything okay?” Gloria asked, concern etched in her voice. “You’ve been gone a while.”
Hadn’t she been going to sleep? “It’s fine. I wasn’t feeling well. Jordan came to give me something to settle my stomach.” The lie fell from her lips so easily, even she was shocked.
When she glanced up, Jordan gave her a nod. It was almost like she was too scared to speak, for fear of what might come out.
“We’ll be out in a minute. You go back to your seat.”
A few seconds of silence. “If you’re sure?”
“Positive, Mum.”Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.
What had she done? And was it bad that despite it all, she just wanted to do it again? Abby turned, flattening herself against the door. Had they got away with it? Abby would have no idea until she looked into her mum’s eyes.
“You think she believed us?”
Jordan nodded. She turned to the mirror and fluffed her hair. “She has no reason not to. Unless you’re in the habit of fucking women when you’re 30,000 feet in the air?”
“I’m not.” Abby let out a long sigh. “You okay?”
Jordan turned, taking her hand. “I’m…” She paused. “I don’t know what I am. Horny. Confused. Overwhelmed. This was exactly what we’ve been trying to avoid all weekend, wasn’t it?”
“It was.” She couldn’t deny it. They’d come so close, but then the thought of losing Jordan had been too much.
It was her fault. Now she had to work out a way to fix it. Abby reached around Jordan, pumping some handwash and washing her hands. It felt crude to do it so soon. It brought her back to reality.
“But now what? Can we carry on working together?” Jordan’s face clouded over.
“I hope so?” But Abby had no idea. This wasn’t anything she’d bargained for. She grabbed some hand towels. “I don’t know. We have to get back out there now. Let’s talk tomorrow. Are you coming to London?”
Jordan nodded. “That was the plan.”
