She lay still on my bed in her black thong and matching lace bra, and I loved the sporadic ink that decorated her porcelain skin. She was the sheer picture of perfection to me, and I couldn’t believe she was lying in my bed.
“I want you,” she whispered, her fingertip gliding over my chest as she started to play with the buttons on my dress shirt.
“You’ll have me, babe. Let me take my time with you. I want to see you drip.” I moved her hand away from the top button. “I don’t want you to do anything. I’ll take care of this.”
I slowly undressed, never letting my eyes drift from her, and I could see the anticipation building as she chewed on her lower lip.
In only my boxers, I crawled on top of her, not letting any of my weight lean on her tiny body. “What are your limits, babe?”
Her eyes locked on mine. “No knives, no hitting.”
“Choking, toys, spanking, biting? All of those alright?”
Her lips pulled together in a small smirk. “Mmmhmmm. All of those sound amazing.”
“What about blindfolds and handcuffs?” I asked before kissing the nape of her neck.
“Yes please, Daddy,” she begged.
“What about birth control?” I felt weird asking, but it was the responsible thing to do.
She propped herself up on one elbow to look at me. “I’m on the pill.”
“Perfect. I just needed to check.” I hopped off my bed to grab a silk tie and a pair of handcuffs from my closet. “Close your eyes,” I commanded.
She did as she was told and I placed the tie over her eyes, tying it as a blindfold. Pulling her hands onto her stomach, I clicked the cuffs around her dainty wrists. The sight of her in her underwear, bound on my bed, was one I never wanted to forget. I had an overwhelming urge to snap a quick picture, but I didn’t want to be that guy. Jordan meant too much to me to be treated like that—at least not without discussing it first.
I let my index finger glide over her black lace panties, feeling how soaked they already were. “Are you excited, little girl?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“I can feel that. Where is your bag?” I asked, remembering that little black silk bag of hers.
“By the front door.”
I rushed through my apartment to retrieve her toy. I discarded my boxers before getting back down between Jordan’s legs. Pulling the little bullet out of its sheath, I let the vibrator gently roll over the thin fabric of her panties.
“Oh, Will.” She cooed as her back arched a bit.
Taking the delicate fabric into my teeth, I pulled them down to her knees. Kissing all the way back up her thigh, I could feel her knees already starting to shake. I set the vibrator to the side. It was time for me to play.
Slowly, I lightly licked her sweet wetness, and a little moan cheered me on as her fingers rolled through my hair. Flattening my tongue, I traced over her sensitive skin and dug my fingers into her thighs as her legs wrapped a little tighter around my head. She was dripping with desire and I drank her nectar in, getting drunk off her passion.
With two fingers, I explored her, never letting my tongue disconnect from her clit. Teasing her, I could feel I had her right on the edge.
“Do you want to come, little girl?”
She cried out, “Yes Daddy!”
“You have to ask before you’re allowed to. That’s a rule.”
“May I come, Daddy? Please?”
I kissed her softly. “Not yet. You’re going to come on my dick. I need to feel it for the first time.”
I pulled on her bound wrists, helping guide her to the edge of the bed. I stood at the foot, letting her legs dangle over the side. Spreading her legs apart, I grabbed her wrists with one hand and used my other to tease her soaked opening with the head of my dick.
I thrust hard into her, as deep as I could go. She gasped, arching her back.
“Take that cock like a good girl,” I snarled.
“It feels amazing, Daddy.”
I could feel her walls collapsing on me as she groaned. “Come for me, Jordan.” I whispered the demand. She cried out with passion and I felt the ecstasy as her pussy tightened around my dick.
Her tits bounced under the thin fabric of her lace as I fucked her faster and faster. The gorgeous sight of her enjoying my dick overwhelmed me and before I knew it, I was fighting the urge to come.
Her cooing my name was my undoing. I quickly pulled out of her and let hot come shower her stomach and milky breasts.
She moaned, “I’m so close, Daddy. Please, let me come again.”
I dropped to my knees, using my tongue to work her into a frenzy. Her hips bucked against my face as she rode out her climax, her legs trembling under me as she screamed out with pleasure.
“You’re amazing.” She breathed heavily, letting her head fall to the side.
“I think you’re the amazing one in this room, babe.”
I quickly grabbed a towel and cleaned her up before releasing her hands and undoing the tie.
“Can I take a shower?” she asked, sitting up a bit.
“Of course.” I grabbed her hand, walked her into my sprawling master bathroom, and smiled when her jaw hung open. “Yeah, it’s pretty amazing.” I turned on the rain showerhead and the three body jets that were the perfect height for her. “Do you like super hot showers?”
“Burn my skin, baby,” she teased.
“I’ll leave you to it. All the soap is pretty manly stuff, I hope you don’t mind.”
She shook her head. “I won’t be long.”
I kissed the top of her head. “Take all the time you want. It is a wonderful shower.”
Jordan
Will’s shower was nothing short of shockingly amazing. After he left me to bathe in peace, I let myself enjoy the warm jets. There was even a seat in the perfect spot. Amazing sex followed by an incredible shower—was there anything better?
Even though I didn’t want to leave the steam-filled awesomeness, the idea of Crosby still naked in his bed won out.
I quickly toweled off, doing my best to dry my hair as much as possible. I made sure to fix the raccoon-looking makeup that had smudged around my eyes.
Walking into Will’s room, I was struck by how adorable he was. Sitting on his bed with the covers pulled up over his lap, he sat chewing on some crust and watching the ending of my favorite movie. My eyes welled up with tears as the final speech came on.
“Jamie saved my life. She taught me everything, about life, hope, and the long journey ahead. I’ll always miss her, but our love is like the wind: I can’t see it, but I can feel it."
“Oh Landon.” I clutched my hand to my chest as Will’s wide eyes met mine.
“It was on and I was too lazy to change the channel,” he muttered, wiping his mouth and hands with a napkin. “Do you want a shirt to sleep in?”
“Yeah, sure it was. Admit it, you liked the movie. And yes, a shirt would be nice.”
He shrugged. “For a mushy chick flick, it wasn’t half bad.”
Crosby grabbed a t-shirt from a drawer and handed it to me. “Do you need anything? Water?”
I hopped into bed. “Just you.”
He climbed in after me, pulling me into his strong tattooed arms. “So, I think tonight was a success.” He kissed the top of my head.
“I couldn’t agree with you more.”
Thunder rolled outside the window as I wrapped the blanket a little tighter around me. I rolled over to find that Will wasn’t in bed next to me so I sat up, looking around the master bedroom. As I yawned and rubbed my eyes, he came back into the room.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He smiled, looking drop-dead gorgeous standing in his doorway wearing nothing but boxers.
“Morning,” I cooed.
“Let’s have our coffee out on the balcony.” Crosby scooped me up into his arms and carried me through his large apartment, not setting me down until he was outside next to two cushion-covered chairs.
I took a deep breath in
. “I love that smell.”
“Petrichor,” he stated before walking back in to grab two steaming mugs filled with hazelnut goodness.
“What’s that?” I questioned as he took the seat next to me.
He patted his lap and I happily climbed into his embrace. Pulling me to his chest, he whispered into my ear. “Petrichor is the distinct scent of rain in the air—or, to be more precise, it’s the name of an oil that’s released from the earth into the air before rain begins to fall.”
“Fuck, I love when you talk nerdy to me. Do it again.” I nuzzled the nape of his neck before he kissed my forehead.
“Ummm let’s see.” He tapped his foot for a second while racking his brain for another fun fact. “Do you know where we get the term in a nutshell?”
I shook my head. “Do tell.”
“The ancient Roman encyclopaedist Pliny the Elder claimed that a copy of Homer’s The Iliad existed that was small enough to fit inside a walnut shell. Almost two thousand years later, the Bishop of Avranches tested Pliny’s theory by writing out the entire thing in tiny handwriting on a walnut-sized piece of paper and lo and behold, he was able to do it.”
“You’re killing me! Where do you get this stuff?”
He pulled me closer to him. “I told you babe, I read a lot.”
“You’re perfect,” I whispered.
“I’ve honestly always had a crush on you. I just want you to know that I will always give you my respect and will cater to your needs and wants. You don’t deserve anything less, princess.”
“Princess—I could get used to hearing that.”
“And I could get used to saying it.”
As we sat there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, I felt so much. I was scared, nervous, excited, lustful, eager – all rolled into me being the happiest I had been in as long as I could remember. The best part was, it was only the beginning.
Chapter 11
Jordan
“I need every last damn detail.” Myla was sitting across from me in our favorite café, a weekly ritual we rarely missed. Over the years, Myla and I had gotten incredibly close, and I was so thankful Gavin had found such an awesome chick to marry.
I could feel my cheeks blazing as I tried to fight the smile that was taking over my face while I answered her. “I hate myself for letting so many years pass without knowing how perfect we are for each other.”
She gushed. “This is the fucking best ever.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty damn great,” I agreed, taking another sip of my green tea latte. “The entire night was perfect.”
“How was the restaurant?”
I bit my lip. “It was nice. We had drinks there and then decided to grab a pizza instead, so we went back to his place and watched a movie. It was amazing.”
“Did you guys…” She waggled her eyebrows at me and I threw my napkin at her.
“I’m not going to kiss and tell,” I playfully barked.
She gasped. “You did! You so did!” She was bouncing in her seat like she always did when she was excited. “How was it? Incredible? It must have been mind-blowing or you wouldn’t have that goofy look on your face.”
I nodded in agreement. “Let’s just say I had a really good time.”
“Fine, hide the details now. A few drinks in and you’ll be singing like a canary.”
I couldn’t argue with her there; she was spot on. “Moving right along—you seemed like there was something else you wanted to talk about on this phone this morning.”
Myla nodded. “Yeah, there is actually.” She played with her napkin. “So, Gavin and I have been meaning to ask you for a while, and I didn’t want it to be weird or anything.”
“What’s up?”
“Well, I asked Gavin if I could talk to you about this, just us, because I didn’t want you to feel obligated to say yes.”
She was starting to make me feel uneasy with all of her fidgeting. “Just ask, Myla. It’s me for crying out loud.”
“Okay. Okay. Gavin and I want to know if you will be our baby’s godmother.”
I covered my mouth with my hand as tears filled my eyes. “Of course! I would be honored.”
“There is one small catch though. Fuck, this is going to sound crazy, but in our defense, Gavin and I decided on this before anything happened between the two of you. Would you mind if we asked Crosby to be the godfather?”
I was confused. “What about Brayden? Won’t he be upset if it isn’t him?”
She shook her head. “Brayden already knows the entire plan and is completely on board. We decided it was best for all of our sakes, because of the family bullshit, that Brayden not be. Gavin’s mother would flip a shit, and I am already on the thinnest of ice with that woman as it is.”
I put my hand on hers. “I do not mind one bit if you ask Will to be the godfather of your baby, Myla. I do appreciate you asking me beforehand, though.”
Her face lit up. “Thank you, Jordan. You just made my fucking day. You really have no idea what this means to Gavin and me.”
“I think I do, and I am honored to be a part of all of this.”
After leaving Myla, I made my way home. I had the day off and I was really excited to spend it wrapped in a blanket on my couch doing nothing but watching Netflix all day.
With popcorn and wine in hand, I scrolled through the movies. Right as I was about to put on How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, my phone vibrated with a text.
Crosby: Hey you.
Me: Hi babe.
Crosby: How’s your day going?
Me: Pretty great actually. What about you?
Crosby: I just got off the phone with Gavin. We had a pretty interesting chat.
Me: I just got home from seeing Myla.
Crosby: You’re okay with all of this right?
Me: Yeah, for sure. Are you?
Crosby: I’m stoked. I just wanted to double-check with you first. You’ve known Gavin your whole life, so if either of us deserves it, it’s you.
Me: Well, they did pick both of us. I think we both deserve it.
Crosby: Touché. What are you doing on Sunday?
Me: I have family dinner.
Crosby: Oh okay. Well, when can I see you again?
Me: Why don’t you come with me? I cook a ton of food. It’s a madhouse, but the more the merrier.
I didn’t think about it before I sent the text, and right when it delivered, I wanted to take it back.
Crosby: I’d love to.
Me: Okay awesome. It’ll be fun.
Crosby: I’m looking forward to it, princess. I wish you were here lying in my arms before I have to get ready for practice.
Me: That sounds perfect.
Crosby: Have a great day babe. I’ll talk to you after I get out of the barn.
Me: You too, sir. Have a great practice.
Crosby: I’ll try, but I might be a little distracted today.
Me: Oh yeah, why is that?
Crosby: Well, you see, there’s this girl, and I am kind of taken by her.
Me: She sounds incredibly lucky.
Crosby: No, it’s me that is the lucky one.
Immediately, I was scared shitless. I had never, in my entire life, brought a guy I was interested in home for family dinner. Yes, I had introduced my family to past boyfriends, but I had never been brave enough to throw them into the craziness. I was worried it would send Will running for the hills before we really had a chance.
Will was different though. My feelings for him were completely foreign to me, and it was sink or swim. I was in unchartered waters, and it was terrifying and thrilling.
Crosby
Practice went by in a blur, and it took everything in my power to keep my head in the game instead of back in my bed with Jordan. After showering and getting ready to head home, I decided to get the inside scoop on what I was in for with Jordan’s family dinner. Her family was one of the few things I knew little about when it came to her.
“Hey Gavin, I have a weird question.�
�� I rubbed the back of my neck. I felt ridiculous even being anxious about eating a meal with a group of people, but there I was freaking the fuck out.
“Yeah man, shoot.” He toweled off his hair as he made his way over to me.
“What’s Jordan’s family like?” I blurted out. “She invited me over for Sunday dinner.”
He nearly coughed up a lung laughing. “Excuse me? You’re going over to Wes’s place?”
“Why is that so fucking hilarious?”
He threw his towel into his locker then grabbed his duffle. “Well, they’re loud, there are a lot of them, and Jordan is the only girl. Her brothers are protective, to say the least.”
“Fucking great.”
“You’ll be fine. You’ll fit in at least. Once you get to know them, they are all really nice people—except for Janet, she’s a raging bitch all the time. Jordan always describes her as having RBF.” I scratched my head. As I stared down at my phone, trying to decide if I should fake an injury, Gavin drove his point home in the other direction. “Jordan must really like you though. I don’t think she has ever brought anyone to meet her family. I went to all three of her brothers’ weddings with her, and Sean and I were the only guys that have gone over for family dinner, from what I can recall. It’s a big fucking deal that she wants you there.”
“Fuck. This is turning into way more than just a dinner.”
Gavin patted me on the back. “You have no idea, but meeting the family this early can be a good thing—at least you’re going to know exactly what craziness you’re in for.”
Chapter 12
Jordan
I got to Dad’s place early to get a jumpstart on dinner.
“Dad, how does lasagna sound for tonight?”
He helped me carry the last of the grocery bags in from the car. “Sure. You know I love anything you make.”
“So, I invited someone to join us tonight. I hope that’s all right.”
He cracked a beer open after putting the ricotta cheese in the refrigerator. “Yeah? Gavin coming over again? It’s been a while since he’s graced us with his presence.”
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