by Alexa Riley
“Now why did you do that?” his dad huffs, clearly not pleased that the doctors and nurses will come in at any moment.
“Let them check you over, Pop. You scared the shit out of me.” Jordan’s words are filled with so much relief.
His dad reaches up, touching the spot where he got hit. “How long have I been out?”
Jordan sighs deeply. “It’s been a few days.”
His dad shakes his head. “I don’t remember a damn thing.” I can tell he’s trying to concentrate, but it isn’t coming to him.
At that moment two nurses come rushing in with a doctor, and all three of them start looking him over.
“I feel fine. Just a small headache,” he reassures everyone once again. He says he’s ready to go home, but Jordan isn’t having it. The doctor says everything is looking great, but they want to keep him a few more days to monitor his progress.
“The doctor wants to make sure you’re okay. Please, Pop. It’s for your health.”
I step forward, placing my hand on his arms. “Please stay. We’ve been so worried and—”
“All right.” Jordan’s dad gives in to me easily.
It makes me smile, and Jordan shakes his head.
“Well, aren’t you going to introduce us?” his dad adds, making me blush. “I always felt like I knew you. Even when he would try to keep it a secret, I knew.” He gives me a teasing smile, and I watch Jordan duck his head shyly.
“Pop, this is Jay. Jay, this is my father, Rick.”
“But you can call me ‘Dad’ or ‘Pop,’” Rick adds. He reaches out, taking my hand and kissing it. His eyes soften, making him look so much like Jordan. He lets out a deep breath, and I know he’s fighting sleep. The doctors put something into his IV to help manage his pain.
“Why don’t you kids get home. Let this old man rest so I can get out of here soon. I still want my Sunday dinner.”
“Maybe I should stay...”
Rick ignores Jordan and looks over to me. “Make sure he gets home and gets some sleep. He looks like he needs it.”
“Hey, not all of us got to nap for the past few days,” Jordan teases his dad, making him smile. I see so much love in his eyes for his son. He’s more worried about him then he is about himself.
“Give me a hug.” His dad leans up, opening his arms for Jordan, and they have a long embrace before pulling back and saying they love each other. It’s adorable how close they are. I wish I had that with my family. But I always felt like the outsider looking in on them.
“You too,” he says. I lean down, and he wraps me in a tight hug. “Take care of my boy. I’m sure this shook him,” he whispers in my ear. I give a small nod, and he kisses me on the cheek. Then Jordan is pulling me to his side. “See? He’s going to try to hog you,” Rick says, patting my hand. “You kids get home.”
“See you in the morning, Pop,” Jordan says when we get to the door.
“Bring me my coffee,” Rick retorts, winking at us.
Jordan agrees, and we leave.
“He’s sweet. I already love him,” I say as Jordan pulls me into his side, wrapping one arm around me and kissing the top of my head.
“Yeah, Pop has always had sway with people. He makes everyone feel welcome.”
“I wish I had that with my family. You guys love each other so much.” I sigh thinking about mine. “I can barely get my mom on the phone. Pretty sure she’s dodging me.” Not that I can blame her. She knows why I’m calling. Her daughter is driving me insane.
“Well, you do have us. We’re yours, too. Pretty sure Pop is going to try to steal you from me. I can already see the giant dinners the two of you will be making every Sunday.”
Jordan lifts his hand to wave for a cab. His words mean more to me than he knows. I’ll be a part of a family that will actually like having me around. The cab pulls up, and he opens the door for me.
For a moment, he stills and brushes my cheek with the back of his fingers. “Why the face?” he asks, staring into my eyes.
“I’m just happy,” I tell him. No, I’m more than happy. Happy isn’t a good enough word for what I’m feeling right now.
“Come on, let’s get home and I’ll make you even happier.” He helps me into the cab, and I feel peace settle in my chest. Home. I love hearing him say it.
“I should probably do some work. Can I use your office, and maybe a spare laptop?”
“You don’t have to ask to use anything of mine. I’ll show you how to log in when we get there. You can work, and I’ll get us food.”
“Sounds perfect.” I snuggle into him as we ride in comfortable silence. I feel better than I have in days. Even the rain has finally stopped.
When we get to his place, we walk inside and he gives me a serious look. “If you don’t like it, we can change it.”
“Hmm?” I ask, not understanding.
“I want you to like the place.”
“I love this place.”
It must be the answer he’s after, because he leans down and kisses me. I try to deepen it, but he pulls away. “If you start that, I’ll never be able to feed you, and you won’t get to see your surprise.”
“Fine.” I give him a small pout, and against his own words, he kisses it off my face. Though this time, when I try to deepen it, he lifts me and throws me over his shoulder. It makes me laugh as all my hair falls into my face so I can’t see anything.
Before I know it, I’m back on my feet and see I’m in Jordan’s office. I glance around and see a new desk. It’s white with silver trim and looks beautiful. On top of it is a computer, and beside that are dozens of notebooks.
“Jordan,” I whisper. “How? Why? This is amazing.”
He wraps his arms around me from behind. “We can change anything you want. I still need to put up some shelves for all your notebooks.” He motions to a wall.
I turn in his arms and look up at him. “When did you have time?”
“I had some help, but it didn’t take much. It was more having to order things.”
I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, making him bend down to kiss me. This time he deepens the kiss, and when my butt hits the desk, the notebooks fall to the floor. My legs fall open as he steps in between them.
I go for his shirt, trying to get it off him. I love when he doesn’t have on a shirt so I can run my hands on his bare skin. He feels me tugging and helps me pull it from his body. Then he’s rushing to get me out of my clothes. I lean back, helping him get my pants off, then my shirt goes next. Quicker than I thought possible, I’m completely naked on the desk in front of him.
“Fuck,” he mumbles as his eyes roam over me. He drops to his knees in front of me, grabbing a hold of my thighs and pulling me to the edge of the desk.
“I’ve missed this. Missed you.” His voice is deep and low against my sex, and he begins to devour me like he’s starved.
I grab his hair, needing something to hold on to. I’m desperate to touch him.
“Jordan,” I moan. I try to push up with my hips, wanting to be closer to him. I need to be wrapped around him as tightly as possible.
“So fucking sweet. No one knows just how needy and wild you get when you’re turned on. And they never will. This.” I look down at him, this giant man on his knees in front of me, pushing my thighs apart. “This is all mine. Forever.”
“Yours,” I admit, loving his words but needing his mouth back on me. “It’s yours, Jordan. Please take it.”
At my words, he covers my sex with his mouth. I rise off the desk, my orgasm fast approaching. From the second he took his shirt off, my body began to tighten for it. As he loves my clit, the muscles in my legs tense as he grips my thighs tighter. There’s no escape for me, nowhere I could possibly want to go. The only thing I can do is cry out as he gives me the release I so desperately need.
I scream his name over
and over again as he pulls the pleasure from me. Waves of it flow through my body, and I don’t know if I have the longest orgasm of my life or if it’s made up of several that roll together. It’s passion unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I’m certain the things he did with his mouth should be illegal in all fifty states.
My eyes fall closed, and I don’t know how long I lie there, sprawled out on the desk. When I open my eyes, I see Jordan standing over me with a satisfied look on his face. You’d think he’d just had the orgasm, from the smile he’s wearing.
He leans down and gives me a soft kiss. I can taste the pleasure he just gave me on his lips, and somehow that makes the kiss more intimate. I run my fingers through his hair, wishing we were in bed and I was cuddled in his arms.
“Now that was rude of me,” he says, and I open my eyes.
“You can do rude things to me all the time, if that’s what you consider rude.”
He smirks down at me and shakes his head. “I ate, but you didn’t.” He pulls me into a sitting position, then picks his shirt up off the floor and slides it over my head.
“Put your finger here.” He points to a little pad I didn’t see on the desk.
“That is not where I want to put my finger right now,” I sass, wanting us to go to the bedroom.
He chuckles, then lifts my hand and kisses my palm. He takes my finger and puts it on the pad. I watch as the computer comes to life. “Now you don’t have to worry about fifty million passwords.”
“I like that,” I admit. It’s pretty cool seeing it all open for me. I bring my hands back to him and rest them on his chest. “I like this, too.” I start to trail my hands down his body, but he grabs my wrists.
“I’m going to feed you first.”
“Forget the freaking food.” I try to push for more, but my stomach isn’t on my side. It growls, and Jordan raises an eyebrow. He’s smug, and we both know he’s won this round.
“I’ll get the food. Play with your new toy.”
I huff.
He leans down, getting but a breath away from my lips.
“I want you fed before I get you in that bed again, because I don’t know when I’ll let you out of it.”
He gives me a kiss that’s just deep enough to make me want more before he’s striding from the room. I watch him go, wishing I had taken his pants off so he’d be walking around in just underwear. Damn it.
I jump off the desk and pick up the notebooks, then I sit down in the chair and start clicking on the computer. It looks like Jordan already set me up. All my tabs are there, and even my favorite websites are pinned to the desktop. I shake my head at how sneaky that man is.
I pull up my emails and start going through them, trying to clear as much stuff as possible. I really need to sit down with Miles and go over things that aren’t adding up. Or maybe I could have Jordan look them over.
Time passes as I weed out the ones I need more notes on and the ones I can handle now. My email dings, and I freeze when I recognize the sender. I remember it from before, and a creepy feeling sets in. I hover over the email before finally clicking on it.
From: [email protected]
Subject: none
Don’t become the little birdy in the box.
I sit there, staring at the email, unsure what to do. Jordan walks into the room, and I pull my emails down, smiling at him. I really don’t want to worry him with this right now. This is the first time in days he’s really been smiling. The tension in his body has eased and he seems content. I don’t want that coming back on him right now.
“Hey,” I say, standing up. He looks at me a little funny.
“You ready to eat?” he asks.
I glance back at my computer, debating what to do. Jordan wraps his arms around me and nuzzles my neck.
“Let me feed you. Let me take care of you tonight like you did for me today.”
I run my hands into his hair like I always do and nod. I will give him what he wants, because it’s what I want, too.
“Sounds perfect,” I tell him. I’m not ruining this day with threatening emails. I’ll tell him about it tomorrow and let him take over. I won’t keep anything from him. But as long as I’m in his arms, there’s nothing that can touch me.
Tonight I’m falling into Jordan and forgetting everything else.
Chapter Twenty
Jordan
“Did you take the last wonton?” I ask, looking for it in the Chinese takeout box.
Looking up, I see Jay with her mouth full and her eyes wide.
“No,” she mumbles guiltily and looks away quickly.
I narrow my eyes playfully. “Jay, did you eat the last one and not even ask me if I wanted it?”
She looks up at the ceiling as she chews and then swallows. She shrugs and takes a sip of her beer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I can’t believe it. My little bird is a liar!” On the last word I lunge for her, and she squeals as she tries to get out of her seat.
I’ve caught her too quickly, and there’s no escape. I pull her in my lap and dip her low so she’s inches from the floor.
“Let me up! I’m going to fall!” she gasps between fits of laughter.
“Not until you admit that you stole the last wonton on the sneak!” I blow a raspberry on her neck, and she laughs so hard she has tears in her eyes. “Admit it. Admit it or else.”
“I did it!” she gasps, and I can’t help but laugh with her.
“I love you, but wontons are sacred.”
She sobers at my words, and I smile at her, trying to catch my breath. It takes me a second to catch up to her.
“You love me?” she whispers, but I don’t know why she suddenly looks so nervous.
I sit her up and place my hand on her chest, right over her heart. I didn’t realize what I was saying when I said it, but it’s exactly what I meant. “You know I do, Jay. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I love you.”
I say it again so that she knows it wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t a slip that I didn’t mean. She’s the love I’ve been waiting for.
“I love you, too,” she says, and though her eyes are watery, she gives a small laugh and wraps her arms around me.
“Good. Now that that’s settled, let’s discuss your punishment for the food theft.”
She squeals and wiggles out of my lap, taking off for our bedroom. I could have stopped her, but why deny her the thrill of the hunt?
Instead of stalking after her right away, I clean up our plates and turn out all the lights, then make my way to that end of the house.
“I hope your hiding spot is good. When I find you, there’s gonna be hell to pay.”
I slowly walk to the bedroom, checking doors and closets as I go. When I get to the master, I close the door and lock it behind me. I stand there for just a moment when I hear a muffled giggle come from behind the curtains.
Long drapes cover the floor-to-ceiling windows that line the room, so she could easily hide behind them. But the fact that her toes are showing at the bottom is what’s truly adorable.
“I’m going to give you to the count of three. If you come out with your hands up, this will go much easier,” I say, trying my best to keep the laugh out of my voice.
There’s no response, only more muffled giggles. God, she’s trying so hard not to laugh. She gets a gold star for effort.
“One.” I begin to count, and I see the fabric twitch.
“Two.” I say it slowly, giving her plenty of time.
“Three!”
Just as I shout the last number, she bursts from the curtain and runs straight at me, taking me by surprise. She leaps into my arms, and I don’t catch her in time. We both go tumbling back on the bed, but I roll us over to soften her landing, and somehow I end up with her pinned under me.
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br /> “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I give you the Chinese-food thief. She’s stolen not only food, but the plaintiff’s heart. Clearly she’s a menace to society,” I say as I push the shirt she’s wearing up her body and expose her breasts. “Just look at her. Temptation beyond belief. I think the sentence should be severe.”
“I’ll take the punishment I deserve,” she says, biting her lip and pulling her shirt the rest of the way off. Her face turns solemn as she reaches down and pushes my pants off my hips. “Perhaps through rehabilitation and training, I could learn my lesson.”
“Doubtful,” I say as I lean down and bite her bottom lip before I run my tongue across it. “But I’m more than willing to try.”
I take both her wrists in one of my hands and pin them above her head. I use my free hand to push down my underwear and then move between her thighs.
“I’ve waited a long time to have you under me, Jay. Too goddamn long.”
The length of my cock rubs between her wet folds, and I have to press my forehead to hers and take a breath.
“I’ve never done this before. And from what you said, you haven’t either, so we’ll skip the safety chat and go right to me getting you pregnant.”
Her cheeks flush, but as I slowly drag the ridge of my cock down her clit, she opens her mouth and moans at the friction.
“I’d love to slide into you bare,” I say, lazily coating my cock with her honey. “And I’d love more than anything to make a baby on our first try.”
Her eyes pop open and stare straight at me, but she doesn’t say a word.
“But I understand that might be too much for you all at once.” I press the tip of my cock to her opening, giving her a taste of what I want. Then I take it away and rub my length on her again. “So right now, you can tell me if you’re on the pill. And if you’re not, we can do other things. Or you can let me in that wet pussy for a little bit and then I can pull out.”
I kiss a trail down her neck and feel her body shiver as she gasps. I’m moving on top of her, my thrusts making it look like I’m fucking her. One slip of my cock and I’d be balls-deep.
“Say the word and we’ll go as far as we can. And then we’ll stop.” I bite her earlobe as I hold her arms down and continue to thrust against her.
