And because of this, she’d left the city a day early without saying good-bye to Jordan as she’d originally promised.
Chapter Eight
Her mom’s Devil’s Food cake was the best, and she was on her third piece of it. The upside to coming back home was being a hop, skip, and jump away from a home-cooked meal when she wanted it. Her thighs would thank her for it. Of course, the downside was that she’d have to increase her duration on the elliptical.
“Are you all settled in at the new company?” her aunt Gloria asked as they all sat in the family room eating dessert.
“I don’t start for another week, and no, I’m not settled yet.”
“We’re so proud of you and your dad. When Michael broke the news to us that he was retiring, we were in shock. He’s been so dedicated to that job.”
Everyone had known her dad to be a hard worker. Ironically, the perfectionist in him had also passed down to her. Her phone buzzed on her hip, and she excused herself. Anything to be able to take a break from being the center of attention. She arrived home before nine this morning, and hadn’t had the privilege of a break or nap yet with all the visitors.
On her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, she read through the text message on the screen. Meet me at 1152 Riverview Valley. I’ll wait until you get here. Jordan.
“What the heck?” She flipped through her contacts and found his cell number. The phone rang numerous times before he answered. “Jordan? Is that you?”
“Yes.”
“What’s going on?” She moved from the kitchen into the library where it was quieter.
“Do as the text says and you’ll find out.”
“Jordan, wh—”
He’d hung up on her. What was he doing in town?
She returned to the kitchen where her mother was talking to her aunt in the kitchen. “Mom, something came up and I have to run out. I’ll be back.”
“Where to?”
“An old friend.” She grabbed her keys off the hook on the wall.
“You know that Alan and his parents were staying over for drinks, right?” her mom called after her.
No, she didn’t know. Everyone was making plans for her and Alan. Plans that she had no intention of following through on. “Well, I won’t be able to make it. Sorry.” She left before her mom could argue with her.
The GPS registered the address as soon as she backed out of the garage. According to it, she would get there in forty-five minutes. Shit! What did Jordan want, and why did she care? Forty-five minutes seemed like an eternity and a day.
By the time she made it to the side of the town where the address was located, it was pouring down rain outside. The ritzy-looking subdivision she turned in to confused her all the more, but she kept on driving. She strained her eyes, trying to see the mailbox numbers through the storm. Good thing there was still a couple hours left of daylight. She would have been shit out of luck. Finally, she came to a cul-de-sac. It was the last home in the subdivision. There was a stone wall surrounding the property, but the gate was open.
She checked her text message again, confirming that this was the place. She drove through the gate and up a circular driveway. In the middle was a tall, stone structure amid tall shrubs. Jordan’s white Maserati was sitting out front.
Mia stopped the car and got out. Didn’t even bother to grab her umbrella from the back seat. His mysterious text had her on edge. By the time she reached the door, her black cocktail dress was soaking wet. What if Jordan didn’t answer? Maybe that wasn’t his car in the driveway. Maybe this wasn’t the right house. She rang the doorbell with shaky fingers.
Jordan answered the door, and he blinked several times at her. No doubt taking in her disheveled appearance. “You’re soaking wet, Mia.” He pulled her inside.
The house was empty, yet striking in interior detail. The walls were bare. No furniture, no art work. Nothing. It was as if no one lived there. “Jordan, what is this?”
“Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful.” She glanced up at the circular staircase leading to the second floor. Her eyes danced over the room, taking in the intricate design on the ceiling, and the crafty crown moulding in the room they stood in. “What are you doing here?”
“I drove up this morning.”
“So did I.”
“I know.” He grabbed her hand. “I have something to show you.”
Mia followed him through the house. Her eyes widened with surprise as she took in the splendid details of the home. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floors as he guided her. Finally, they came to what was the kitchen. Her mouth immediately opened in surprise. The kitchen was just as magnificent as the home itself. A cook’s kitchen. One that she could spend hours cooking in.
“You once told me that you wanted a chef’s kitchen.”
“Jordan, answer me.” She swallowed. “What is this?”
He shrugged. “A home.”
“Stop playing with me. Why did you bring me here?” She broke free of his grip and ran her hands across the marble countertops.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
She turned around to glare at him, and smiled. “Well, damn it, I’m surprised.”
“Good.” He cleared his throat. “So, umm…how was your drive?”
“Jordan, cut the bullshit talk. What are you doing here?”
“Okay, okay. Let’s sit down and I’ll tell you.”
“Where?” She lifted her palms upward in question and giggled. “On the floor?”
He nervously scratched the back of his head. “I didn’t think about that.”
Jordan took her by the waist and lifted her up on the island in the center of the kitchen. He kissed her softly and she didn’t protest. In fact, kissing him made her realize how much she missed it.
“I want to be with you, Mia.”
“Okay, but did you have to go through all this?” She waved her hand over the kitchen.
“Yes.” He nodded. “It’s rather difficult to get your attention.”
“I don’t think a long distance relationship would work.”
“There won’t be a long distance relationship. We’ll always be together.” He stuffed his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out a seashell.
“I told you. I’ve already made up my mind. I’m not going back.”
“You don’t have to go back.” He dropped the seashell into her palm.
“Then how will we be together always?” She turned the shell over in her palm. It was the seashell they’d found on the beach. “I’m sorry. I should have opened the box and read the card. I didn’t know.”
“No time for apologies now.” He touched her chin and glanced into her eyes. “If you lift a seashell to your ear, you can hear the ocean.” He lifted the seashell to her ear.
She closed her eyes and listed to the whooshing sound inside. When the sound ceased, she opened her eyes to find Jordan staring at her intently.
“This seashell is special. It has always been.” He shook the shell, and something inside made a clanking noise. “For inside, is my promise of love.” He placed it in her palm again.
Her heartbeat increased, and it was almost as loud as the sound of the ocean had been. “Jordan…”
“Tides come and go…” He continued, “But my heart will always remain with you.”
Mia turned the seashell over, and a ring dropped out in the palm of her hand. She gasped. Its luster sparkled even under the dull light. The diamond was nearly as big as the ring itself.
“I want to bring joy in your life every day. Mia, will you be my wife?”
Her heart filled with warmth, and she searched his face for any hint of bullshit. Oddly enough, she didn’t find any. He was serious.
Her lips broke out into a smile before she could stop it. “Yes,” she whispered. His eyes brightened, and she repeated her acceptance. “Yes, Jordan. I’ll be your wife.”
As he slipped the ring on her finger, he took her lips in a deep kis
s. “Oh, Mia, do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words?”
“Since this morning?”
He laughed deeply. “No.” He shook his head and took a card out of his pocket. “This was what you returned to me almost a year ago. The card with the poem about the seashell…and the ring.”
“Jordan…” She’d returned the card with the marriage proposal on it. How could she have done that? She felt ashamed for being so careless. “I’m sorry.”
“No time for apologies, remember?” He wiped at the tears on her face. “All we should think about now is the future.”
She nodded. Of course. A future with the man she’d always wanted.
“Our future starts here. Right here in our house.”
“Really? Our house?”
“I may be partner at my firm, but I can work from anywhere I want.” He winked. “The selling agent is waiting for my decision. If you like it, I’ll buy it.”
“Are you kidding?” She squealed. “I love it!”
“I thought you would.”
She’d finally accepted that Jordan was the only man for her. No one else knew her the way he did. It was time to forget about what others said. Jordan was her man, and she’d get to claim him on their wedding day. Their wedding day. She could now happily plan a wedding. A marriage that she wanted with all her heart.
“One more thing, Jordan.”
“Anything.”
“Take me upstairs. To our room.”
Jordan grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.” He swooped her up, carried her up the long spiral staircase, and down the hall into a room.
“I’ve had a long, stressful day, and you know what I’d love right now?” She arched her eyebrow at him.
“Just say the words.”
She walked farther into the room, unzipped her cocktail dress, and let the wet garment fall to the floor. Slowly, she walked toward the window seat and turned around to face him.
Jordan followed her without a word, coming to stand directly in front of her. He kissed her shoulder, eased the bra strap down, and then moved to the other shoulder to do the same. She reached behind her to unhook it and let it fall to the floor. Sliding her fingers around his neck, she brought her lips to his for a kiss.
She fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, pressing kisses into his chest as she went. He helped her undo his belt and to open his fly. Taking a seat on the window bench, she pulled him closer. She kneaded his erection through his boxers before dipping her hand inside to pull him out.
“Mia, what are you doing?”
“Sssh, just enjoy.” She took his dick into her mouth, just the head at first.
Her mouth widened to take his width. He groaned and hardened against her tongue. Pulling him out, she traced the sensitive slit with her tongue to taste the precum. Sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, she glanced up at his face. He watched the show from above, face clenched in pleasure. She traced the underside of his dick with her tongue, then took him into her mouth again. Grabbing his thighs, she encouraged him to pump inside of her. He moved slowly, going in deeper, and hitting the back of her throat and palate. His legs began to shake as his orgasm drew near.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth. He pulled her up from her sitting position. “Bend over.”
Mia smiled, and did as he instructed. She pressed her ass into his stiff erection. A hot rush of cream flooded her pussy as he traced the outline of her panties near the apex of her thighs. Hot breath fanned against her backside, followed by a wet sweep of his tongue.
She hissed as he kneaded her ass.
He pulled her panties aside, exposing her, and dipped several fingers into her. “You’re so wet and ready.”
“Fuck me now, Jordan.” Her pussy ached to be pleased.
Jordan slid into her, holding her panties by the strap. She bit into her lips as he filled her up. He began pumping inside of her, burying himself deep within her pussy. She moaned uncontrollably, and her cries echoed throughout the empty room. His balls slapped against her pussy and clit. Heat flooded her entire body and her legs turned to jelly when her orgasm slammed through her.
Jordan pounded her even harder. Intense, driving strokes that prolonged the orgasm. Her panties tore as he rode her, and he tossed them aside. This time, he gripped her hips, pulling her ass back into his groin. His release came forcefully, and his hot seed shot up inside her. He cried out in pleasure, slowing his tempo as semen pulsed from him into her.
With their appetites sated, he sat on the bench and dragged her onto his lap. He smiled, and his eyes seemed to brighten. “You make me the happiest man on earth.”
It all made sense now. She felt secure in his arms because in his arms was where she’d always belonged.
The End
About the Author
Ambrielle Kirk is an author of romantic fiction ranging from contemporary erotic to dark paranormal romance. She likes to bring flair and edge to anything she writes. She was inspired to create stories in her pre-teen years from a very vivid imagination. Now, over a decade later, that inspiration has never left her. She must write and share the stories that she was meant to write and share since her early childhood. Alpha-heroes take the center stage in her plots, because they command her attention and she has a weakness for them. Her demanding day job keeps her busy in the city of Atlanta, but her characters fill her imagination at night. You may visit Ambrielle on the web at http://www.ambriellekirk.com.
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