Forget Cinderella (True Loves Fairytale Book 1)

by Tracey Champion

  “Both,” I purred

  I was close to that incredible orgasm I was trying to reach. Each time I thought I was close, it would fizzle. Then his piercing would hit that spot inside me. My vision blurred.

  “I need you to come with me, Cara.” Jordan growled as he moved me onto my back. His thrusting became harder and faster. Each time he pulled back his piercing brushed that sensitive spot. I gripped the sheets on the bed.

  “Oh, hell no, Cara. Wrap your arms around me.” I did and began to rock my hips with him. I was chasing the pleasure he was creating deep inside me. When his lips crashed against mine, I opened for him. He began to move his tongue in the same fashion as he was fucking me.

  I began to claw at his back. I might have to apologize for that. Then he let out a deep growl.

  “Cum for me Cara, I need you to let go so I can.” I burst. That fuse hit the end and the explosion released at the base of my spine and went everywhere.

  “Jordan!” I couldn’t help but scream his name. I closed my eyes and rode out the orgasm.

  He didn’t stop. He thrust a few more times inside me then sank deep. Jordan let out a moan next to my ear. The noise he made ignited my orgasm again. Then his dick jerked a few times, and I felt a warm sensation between my leg. He was cumming.

  “Holy shit,” I said as Jordan moved to look down at me.

  “You’re fucking beautiful when you cum Cara Mia. If this is heaven, then I want to die here.” I smiled. I knew what he said before we came into the bedroom. How he wanted to love me. I bit my lip because I heard how bad it was to tell someone you loved them right after sex the first time. That was like a relationship rule big bad idea, but I wanted to.

  Jordan ran his thumb across my lower lip and released it. Then he leaned down to kiss me. “You can say, it, Cara Mia. I love you and there is no way I will let you go now. You’re mine.” I just smiled, and I felt my face warm up.

  “I love you too, Jordan.” Jordan rolled me on my side carefully, while he was still inside me. Then he pulled out of me. I let out a whimper at the loss of him. I could already tell I was going to be sore.

  I watched as he got up and went into the bathroom. I heard him turn on the water and after a little time he came back out with a washcloth. He came back on the bed and ran the warm cloth between my legs. I saw when he pulled it back the little bit of blood.

  “Jordan?”

  “The blood is normal, and I don’t care about the washcloth. It can be replaced. Are you tired or would you like to take a warm bath with me?” I was tired, but spending time with him was what I wanted more than anything.

  “Bath.” He walked back into the bathroom and started the water. I went to sit up, but Jordan was back and he carried me off to the tub. The water was nice when I got in. What made the bath nicer was when Jordan joined me.

  I was surprised that he put bubbles in the bath. I didn’t even know that we had bubble bath. The smell from the bath was nice a coconut scent. It reminded me of summer.

  “I didn’t know we had bubble bath, Jordan.”

  “We didn’t until yesterday. I grabbed some at the store. Thought you might like it.” I relaxed against him. He thought of me.

  “Thank you, I love it.”

  “Your welcome”

  I didn’t move when Jordan began to slowly wash my body. I liked that he was taking care of me. I still wondered why my thoughts about the first time were different than what happened.

  “Jordan can I ask you a question, but I don’t want to know how you have the answer.”

  “Sure.”

  “I thought that my first time would be…well more painful, and there would be more blood. I didn’t see a lot of blood, and there was only a light pinch.” I was starting to feel awkward that I was asking Jordan this.

  “Well, let’s start with you got two firsts out of me tonight.” I turned in the tub to look at him as he talked.

  “Meaning?” I asked trying not to sound really happy about getting two first from Jordan. I mean I knew he wasn’t a virgin.

  “I have never had sex without a condom before. No condom, no sex.”

  “Why me then?”

  “You’re different Cara Mia. There are some girls who aren’t permanent. You, pretty girl, are a good girl, you’re forever. I can’t just walk away from you.” Jordan leaned forward and placed his hand over my heart. “I wanted to be certain that I had a permanent place here in your heart. That I was the only man you loved.” I giggled.

  “Well, I do love you, but I think I might love my Dad too, and then there’s maybe...” His eyes darkened and he frowned at me. I laughed again. “I love you Jordan. You’re the only man that will own me and have me. What’s the second first?”

  “You’re the first woman whose virtue I have taken. As to your question about the amount of blood I have no answer. The pain, don’t be mad at me for this. I have wanted to be inside you from day one. I know I have a very well-endowed-cock. I would have ripped you Cara. When I fingered you before I would scissor my fingers to stretch you.”

  “You knew we would end up in bed together?” I asked without really wanting the answer.

  “Cara, if I had to wait, I would have waited however long it took you to want me. I would have waited, but I had my sights on you. You belong to me, and there would have been no way for me to let you be with another man.”

  I moved back into his lap and let him wrap his arms around me. “Well, I wanted you.” We just sat in the tub for a while soaking up the warm water. I yawned, and Jordan let go of me and climbed out.

  He helped me out of the tub and dried me off. I rolled my eyes at him. Then he picked me up. We were both naked, and I curled up in his arms and rested my head on his shoulder.

  “I wore you out,” Jordan said as he laid me on the bed. I reached over and grabbed him. I was exhausted and wanted some post sex cuddling.

  “Hold me,” I said as sleep started to take me.

  “Always.” He wrapped me in his arms. I felt safe and loved wrapped in his warmth.

  “Promise,” I spoke as I closed my eyes.

  “Promise,” That was the last thing I heard as sleep consumed me.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  Cara

  I wake entangled with Jordan. My head is on his chest, and my leg draped over his. I can tell Jordan is awake. His hand is running up and down my back. I like this. My heart swells. No, I don’t like this. I love being tangled up with him.

  I smile and slowly move my leg. Jordan stops rubbing my back and grabs my leg. What is he doing?

  “Come here pretty girl.” He’s not asking me, he’s telling me. The position I’m in only allows for me to move on top of him. I slide my leg over him and move up over his body. I shift back and not intentionally, but I rub against his…he’s hard.

  “Jordan?” What do I do now?

  “How sore are you?” I think about it for a second.

  “I feel sore, but not bad. I like the feeling.” He smiles at me. I feel him slide his hand between us. He runs his fingers up my sex. I could feel my wetness before he had me move.

  “Fuck pretty girl, you’re so wet.” I want him, and I really don’t want to play. However, I cannot control Jordan at all. His fingers dip between us again.

  “Oh,” I’m startled when he places two fingers inside me. He runs them in and out curving them to touch that sensitive spot. I rock my hips chasing that orgasm I know is close. I feel the pressure building, and then he stops, removing his fingers from me.

  I feel Jordan’s hand move up and down his dick. Is he coating himself in my wetness? “Cara I want you to slide back a little.”

  I look down at him, and I could feel him rub his dick against me. I like the feeling of him and that piercing. When he stops, he tells me to slide back more, and I do. The tip of his dick slips inside me.

  Oh. I sit up, and his dick fills me. He’s extremely deep in this position. Jordan grabs onto my hips and I grind against his dick. His piercing
is rocking a sweet spot inside me. My body tenses as the pleasure builds.

  I rock against him some more and then I lean in to kiss him. This time, we take things slowly. I start to lift myself up and down gliding my body along his hardness.

  “Fuck Cara Mia, you are so tight.” When I lean to kiss him, he grabs by butt. I feel his fingernails run up my back. A hum escapes my lips. “I can feel you tightening around me. Fuck me, pretty girl, you liked that.” I just nod and run my tongue over his lips.

  The buildup is slow, but every time Jordan moans I can feel myself become wetter. I really love the sounds he makes. My back slowly starts to warm and I know I’m so close.

  Jordan grips my hips and lifts up until he is in as deep as he can go. I close my eyes and start rocking faster. This time when I let go I close my eyes. The pleasure blurs my vision causing my legs to shake. Jordan forces me to grind against him and then I feel his dick twitch then a warm sensation. He’s cumming.

  I lay on top of Jordan for a little while, then we roll. We both head to the bathroom to get cleaned up. The shower was nice. I never expected to really enjoy morning sex, but that was fun.

  Jordan helps me wash my hair. I’m beginning to think he enjoys the task. I won’t complain. I love his fingers in my hair. When we get out, he hands me a towel and then grabs his. Jordan is quiet and leaves the bathroom.

  I decide to finish getting ready for the day. I begin to think I need to check on Jordan, but he returns with a little black bag in his hands. I grab for my toothbrush, and I squeal when he spins me and places me on the counter top.

  “Jordan, what’s wrong?” I ask as he looks to be thinking about something.

  “I need you to know why my behavior has been off the last two weeks. I knew you were different.” Jordan brings his eyes to mine.

  “Is that a good thing?” I don’t understand this conversation already.

  “Yes. You’re not the type of girl that is temporary. You’re the keeping type.” Jordan grabs my left hand and places it over his heart. “You etched yourself here permanently. I know one day I will be proposing to you.”

  Huh. All the air has left my lungs. We have only been together. I have to think…five weeks maybe.

  “Jordan we haven’t been a couple that long.” He just smiles at me.

  “I don’t care. I want you. I want to be that man in your life. I promise I won’t go anywhere. I promise you that there may be times we fight, but we will fix the issue or I will suck up my dumb ass pride and apologize. I want you, Cara Mia.”

  There’s a softness in his eyes. I honestly don’t know what to say to him. I can’t even breathe. I’m lost in thought and don’t realize I’m chewing on my bottom lip. I can’t breathe.

  Jordan runs his thumb over my lip freeing it from my teeth. “Breathe pretty girl.” My lungs tingle when I draw a breath.

  “Do you mean what you say Jordan? Will you keep your promises?” I have to ask, because most people that have come into my life leave me. I catch the black bag out of the corner of my eye. “What’s in the bag?”

  “First I mean every word I say. The bag holds my promise.” Jordan reaches into the bag and pulls something out. I try to see what he’s holding in his hand. He brings his hand up to me and then flips it over. He opens his fingers and in his palm is a ring.

  “Huh.” Jordan lets out a light laugh at my confusion.

  “Take the ring. I had the jeweler make this special promise ring. There’s no other like it.” I take the ring from his hand. In the center is a small diamond shaped heart. On one side, I love you is engraved. The other side says always.

  “Look on the inside.” I do, and there’s more engraving. PROMISE JORDAN. I hold the ring and look up at him. There’s the biggest smile on his face.

  Jordan takes the ring from me and then brings up my left hand. I pull away. “Can I wear the ring on the other hand. My scars look ugly.” They do.

  He brings my hand to his lips. Jordan kisses up and down my fingers for a second. “Pretty girl your scars are beautiful. If you didn’t have them, then I may not have you. Please wear my ring on the proper finger for me.” I think about the words he said. Then tell him okay.

  He slides the ring on my finger. I’m surprised that the ring fits.

  Jordan steps back with the black bag and stares at me. “Where’s your promise to me?” What? I have nothing. Jordan hands me the little black bag, and I realize there’s something still inside.

  “I can’t ask you to wear a ring for me if I won’t wear one too.” Jordan smiles, and I reach into the bag. I pull out another platinum ring. This one has a heart shape cut out with the same writing I love you and always.

  “Look on the inside.” PROMISE CARA MIA. I just stare at the ring in my hand wondering what I should do now. Jordan holds his hand out to me. I turn his hand palm down, and I run the ring up his left ring finger. I don’t know why I feel that this is something truly intimate, but then again why wouldn’t it be?

  I spend some time looking at the rings with our fingers interlocked. Jordan grips my hand and pulls it to his lips. I can’t breathe when he kisses my fingers again. “Don’t worry about your scars, remember they’re a part of you. Which also makes them a part of us.” My heart swells. How does he always say the perfect words at the right time?

  “We should probably get ready. I think your dad invited everyone to his barbecue today.” He smiles at me. I almost forgot about the barbecue.

  “Your right.” We finish getting ready. We had to be at my father’s house by 1:00 pm. That gave Jordan some time to figure out work issues before we left.

  I followed him upstairs while he made phone calls. I wanted to be polite and shut the door to the library room. I had to give the room a name, and I liked calling the room a library. Jordan told me I could leave the door open.

  I could hear him on the phone. I guess Tyler was able to solve his issue with the MC that he was involved with. Seth was certain that they were closing in on Travis. I just take a seat in the room and read for a little until we are ready to go.

  When we arrive at my father’s house, we are greeted by my sister-in-law and niece. She tells me that I may want to stay out of the kitchen. Supposedly my step-mom, sister, and grandmother Chloe, are having a dispute over the desserts.

  “Auntie Cara!” I swear my heart exploded hearing that from Mikeala. “Do you want to see the picture I was coloring for you. I like My Little Pony, and I colored you a Pinkie Pie picture.” How on earth could I say no?

  Cassandra took us inside, and Mikeala ran off to get her picture. When she came back she told me that the picture was mine to keep and that I had to place it on the refrigerator.

  “I think your artwork would look beautiful on the refrigerator. Jordan here needs more color in his house.” I wasn’t really thinking when I spoke but stood straight up when I heard Jordan hiss beside me.

  “Our house now, you’re never leaving,” he whispered in my ear. Well, damn. The possibilities.

  Our friends started showing up. I guess Jordan was right when he said my dad invited everyone. I was happy to see the people that mattered most to me in the same room. I did choose not to listen to Cassandra and walked into the kitchen.

  “Sweet Jesus!” This beautiful gray-haired woman said when I walked into the room. I guess this is Grandma Chloe. “Look at you. You’re so beautiful Cara Mia.” She wrapped me in one of the warmest hugs I have ever received.

  Love. This was a hug full of love.

  “The pictures I have of you do not do you justice. I see you have your dad’s eyes, but you look so much like your mother.” She was looking me over. Normally I might find this uncomfortable, but the way she spoke sounded like sugar. She was just super sweet.

  “I’m glad to finally meet you. What? Wait. You’re engaged.” She held up my left hand up and was inspecting my ring. I swear the words were like a beacon. All the women began to gather in the kitchen. Amber was giving me the stink eye from across the room.


  “No, not engaged…well, not yet…um.” I pulled my hand back. “He gave me a promise ring.” Grandma Chloe’s face began to glow.

  “How sweet. I love the boy. Is he here I would like to meet him?” I began to giggle the woman was infectious.

  We spent some time talking about my new ring. I think everyone was happy. I went on a search to find Jordan. When I did Ryan and Seth had arrived.

  “Dude, we all need to talk in private. We figured out why Travis has an issue with the Winters,” Ryan was talking. What did they find out?

  “We can all go into my office. The room is soundproof, and the others won’t hear us.” My dad showed Nate, Seth, Ryan, and Tyler to the room. I watched as my Uncle entered the room and then my father. Jordan was off to the side watching me.

  “I want to know what’s going on Jordan. I don’t want to be a job for you.” I know better. There are probably rules and safety issues that mean I cannot know everything.

  Jordan holds his hand out for me. “Then come in and listen.” Huh. “You’re not a job, you will never be a job, and I have no issues showing you how not a job you are. Cara Mia, I don’t ever want you to call yourself a job. You don’t understand how much that hurts me.”

  Oh. Wow. I don’t know how to handle what he just told me. We walk into the office, and Jordan closes the doors behind us. When he takes a seat in one of the chairs he pulls me onto his lap.

  “Dude, you cool that she’s here.” Ryan studies me. Jordan tells him yes. “Okay, the DNA test came in this morning. Travis Gunthry is the son of Michael Payne.”

  The room is silent, and I see shock on both my Father and Uncle’s faces. What does that mean?

  “You’re talking about a case from the late 80’s. His father, if my memory serves me correct killed and raped a woman and her young daughter.” My Uncle speaks. “That’s the case that made me want to become a Judge.”

  “Tell us what you know, what you remember,” Jordan asked.

  “I think I have that file here in the office. The case was reopened about ten years ago.” My father walks over to a beautiful wood filing cabinet. “Yes, I have the whole file. His fingerprints were all over the house. The bloody clothes he wore that helped us convict him were found in the basement of his home. What made the case big was the rape and murder of a four-year-old girl.”