Her cry of release came in waves as I tormented her flesh, driving her orgasm out to heights she’d thought beyond reach. Then I climbed her body, kissing my way to her mouth.
“Have I ever told you I’m in love with you, Jordan?”
I could tell I’d stunned her speechless.
I forced her damp, quivering thighs apart in a desperate need to be closer than I’d ever been to a woman. Sheathed and prepped, the head of my cock nudged at her entrance as a hypnotic power came over me. I had to claim her, fuck her, and make her mine. I drove my cock in, and we gasped together. Her body closed tightly around me.
“Feel how hard I am for you.”
I stilled, groaning in ecstasy, but only briefly as our joined heated flesh pulsed against each other. I pulled out slowly as I rose up over her, my gaze hypnotized by the moment I thought I’d lost forever. Her skin grew hot with need, and I pushed in harder and faster, setting a grueling pace. I wanted to erase the pain and loss of all the wasted years. I loved the feeling of her bare skin pressed against mine, and I wanted more. I wanted to prove my love with my body.
I balanced on my arms, with a desperate need to witness the joining of our two bodies. It was damn potent. My slick cock disappeared into her wet, tight pussy. Her tits were moving, swaying with the demanding rhythm as I soared into her sweet body.
“Ben, oh God, I’ve loved you forever.”
And in that frenzied moment, our consuming climax surged. I came so hard, my heart stopped. I could feel her contractions gripping me, milking me as the aftershocks continued.
“Be mine, Jordan. Please.”
The lethargy of spent passion consumed us. Still inside her, I kissed the slender column of her neck, behind her ear, and finally gave a gentle sweep against her lips as my body slipped from hers.
“I’ve always been yours, Ben.”
Her eyes landed on mine, and our hearts gravitated toward one another.
Finally, we were one.
Just this once, I prayed to the heavens above that I would finally get my happily ever after. I lay propped on my elbow, caught staring at her as her eyes fluttered open.
“That’s creepy,” she said in a groggy voice, followed by a bashful smile.
“Not from my view.”
The warmth from her smile manifested in all my regions as my cock stirred.
“Coffee…”
“Oh, right away, milady.”
But still I couldn’t pull away. She quirked and eyebrow, and I groaned as I found my Calvin’s and slid them on, showing milady the morning’s wood she’d caused. I watched as she bit her lip.
“Don’t do that unless you mean it. I’m only human, after all.”
She hid her smile with the sheet, the sheet I wanted to dive under and search for all her secrets.
As I made the coffee, I impatiently waited for the slowest brewer on the planet, anxious to return to my bed, shared by the woman I’d loved for so many years. Promises had been made, commitments in place. I’d fantasized about being with her, and now it had become a reality.
I arrived with two steaming cups, and she sat up against the upholstered headboard, the fallen sheet revealing her soft white skin. I slightly tripped, causing the coffee to spill over the edge.
Fuck.
“You okay?”
“If it’s all the same to you, can you cover your magnificent breasts until after we have our morning coffee?”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
“You heard me.”
I slowly slid the sheet over her breasts and tucked it behind her back.
“Better?”
As I handed her a cup, I climbed in and mimicked her position.
“It’s only temporary.”
I’d be yanking if off her body at some point this morning.
“Tonight’s Alex and Madison’s party,” she said casually, her gaze bright and sparkling.
“I know. All our friends will be there.”
“How do you feel about that?”
I blew on my coffee, taking a tentative sip, watching as she repeated the process.
“Babe, I’d shout it off the rooftops if you’d let me. I’m ready to go public, and let everyone know your mine, that we’re together.”
“Good to know.” She finished her cup and rested it on the table.
“I have to swing by my place to get ready. If you like, I can come back and we can drive in together.”
“I’ll give you a key.”
It sounded so official. This was really happening, and my heart was beating out of my chest as my will went up in flames. I dived under the sheets, playfully searching, itching to touch her heated flesh. I pushed her legs apart. Her sex was burning hot and glistening as I buried my head between her thighs, licking her from top to bottom. Then I closed my lips around her clit, causing a series of moans. When she groaned my name, riddled with passion, it was music to my ears.
An hour before the party, I was dressing when I heard my door alarm sound.
She’s back.
A foreign emotion crept into my heart. I needed her like I needed oxygen.
Cliché, I realized. I’d never wanted anything—or anyone—more. Loving someone so much exposed all my vulnerabilities, and the walls had crumbled. I was breaking free of the past and committing to our future, completely.
I looked down at her silently from the top of the stairs. As the mouthwatering view came into focus, I saw that her dress, a champagne color, was slightly off the shoulder. It hugged tightly against her every curve, and her tall black pumps inspired me to imagine all sorts of sexy scenarios.
I watched as she stared up at me, her mouth slightly parted. Her gaze tracked the full length of me as I took one step at a time. I felt a grin tug at the corner of my mouth.
Descending the staircase and crossing the floor, I stopped, taking her in. The captivating power she held over me pulled me in closer. My hands rested on her shoulders, slithering slowly down her bare arms. Her flesh was warm under my touch. Our hands entwined, and our gaze locked, and without a second thought, my mouth covered hers, soaring to a place that clamed my soul.
I had it so fucking bad.
“You look so handsome, all dressed in black, showing off your broad shoulders and trim waist. I just want to run my fingers through your perfect hair and mess it all up,” she whispered, close to my ear.
“A new beginning, Jordan.”
“I’m all yours,” she said.
I stood there, admiring her beauty. All mine were the words I’d longed to hear. Then I place a quick kiss on her lips, knowing we were running late.
We picked up Jules on the way. Jordan had already warned me about how drop-dead beautiful she was.
“Don’t get any ideas. You’re taken.”
She said it in jest, but I heard envy in her voice, which confused me. There would never be any depth of beauty that conquered hers. Didn’t she realize how gorgeous she was?
I had to admit that her territorial admission did strike my ego a bit.
But once I was introduced, I was dumbfounded. Jules didn’t hold a candle to Jordan’s natural beauty, and I needed to share that with her the next opportunity I had.
“Whiplash, girlfriend. Weren’t you fucking some Navy SEAL last week?”
“I’m right here,” I pointed out. Fuck, she has no filter. I wanted to stick my fingers in my ears and rant a random chant, drowning out the fact that she had just confirmed that my woman had slept with Steel. Information I could have lived my entire life not knowing.
“Jules, TMI, and no, he was GWOT, but now owns a private security company,”
Yet her reply didn’t make me feel any better.
“Well, if you’re done with him, I may have a go,” Jules said.
It just keeps getting better and better.
“You’re stepping on the girlfriend code,” Jordan replied.
What did that mean? As in the guy code, your friends don’t get to fuck your old girl
friends? Why did I feel so gutted?
“And we’re here. Nobody move,” I said, putting the car in park and shifting to address the loudmouth in the back seat. “Our new relationship is off-limits until Jordan and I decide to share the news. Got it?”
Jules nodded, and Jordan smiled, apparently used to her shenanigans.
“And above all else, don’t embarrass me. These are my family and friends.”
“Who, me?” Jules lay her palm over her chest. “Why would you even think that?”
I took a deep, cleansing breath and made my way to Jordan’s passenger door, helping her out. Hand in hand we approached the house.
“Brother-Ben, Jordan. And you must be Jules. Please come in,” Alex welcomed us, stepping aside.
“You seem…”
Searching his face, I began to question his tone.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Alex said, and off he went, playing host.
That was weird.
Not wanting to ruffle any feathers, Jules made her way to the bar. Yes, I admitted what I said was harsh, but shit, she was totally inappropriate—not to mention completely insane.
Possessively pulling Jordan into me, my heart seized. She looked hotter than hell, and her scent lingered in waves of torment.
“Please,” I whispered. “Don’t ever compare yourself to Jules. My God, Jordan, you’re pure Dom Pérignon, and she’s Old Milwaukee.”
Her genuine smile appeared, followed by a tinge of pink rising in her cheeks.
My hidden excitement and longing for her was a perpetual sensation, never ending. It tied her to me, binding the strings tighter with each passing moment.
After we made our way through the circle of people, we took a seat at the island and snacked on the hors oeuvres. I was drinking Alex’s now famous margaritas, Jordan a glass of iced tea. Several other guests arrived and were welcomed, with lots of small talk and laughter. Gage, in particular, was always the highlight of the show.
Another arrival was not so welcome, however. His distinct, powerful voice reverberated across the room. I was frozen in time, but there was no need to turn around to confirm, what I already knew. His undeniable tone would be recognized by anyone who knew him. I had no idea how Jordan felt about seeing him, and more importantly, how he felt about seeing her, but I could guess. And I had a damn good feeling I would be right.
“Jordan.” I watched her closely, and chose my words carefully. “Steel just arrived. I wasn’t aware he was invited. Are you going to be all right?”
I saw the moment her shoulders stiffened, and watched her body transform into a bundle of nerves.
“I wasn’t quite ready to see him face-to-face yet.”
Her voice was soft and low. Of course, I knew she might have lingering feelings or pain from the breakup. I’d be a fool to deny it.
Steel braced his elbows on the bar, searching for his target. I knew that look; I owned it. I recognize the longing. I was a master of it, for ten long years. No, he’d had his opportunity, and he’d fucked it up. I wanted him gone, simply to ease her torment, and mine. But I couldn’t deny there was a small part of me that wanted to see no reaction, at all out of Jordan.
I watched Jules staring at him, like a dog in heat, but he didn’t so much as notice her.
“Who’s that?” Jules asked, moving from the bar into the kitchen with us.
“Steel Archer,” Jordan replied, a bit coolly.
“Your Steel?”
“No,” I cut in. “Not her Steel.”
“God, you’re like a helicopter boyfriend,” Jules muttered.
“Boyfriend. Right.”
I was doing a good job of pretending that this wasn’t a fucked-up situation, or I thought I was. So I willed myself to calm down, searching for my brother. But it didn’t go unnoticed that Jordan had yet to turn around.
I found Alex, and pulled him aside.
“What?” he asked, yanking out of the tight hold I had on him.
“What, are you fucking kidding me? Steel?” I asked, in a threatening whisper.
“I’m sorry. I know that’s not what you wanted, but Madison invited him.”
Damn him, my possessiveness was hitting new levels.
“Does he know Jordan and I are together?”
“I didn’t tell him, but Madison might have, you know, giving him a heads-up.”
“Where was my heads-up?”
“Calm the fuck down, Ben. She’s with you now. You two are meant to be together. You always have been.”
“I suppose you’re right.”
I took a calming breath. Looking over my shoulder, Steel was about to say something to Jordan. He leaned his backside on the island and crossed his arms as my woman glared up at him. I was in quicksand, unable to move, not knowing if I wanted to be a part of their moment. But I also desperately needed to know what was being said. It was my turn to glare at her now.
And then all thoughts shattered to the floor as I witnessed his lips on her cheek. Then he walked away from her, aloof in his manner.
I appeared as if out of nowhere, and startled her with an inquisition.
“What did he want? I saw him kiss you. What did that mean?”
My breathing was spastic, as if an asthma attack had emerged for the very first time in my life.
“Ben, calm down. It’s okay. He only told me that he didn’t know I was here, and he was leaving.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
I needed more. I could feel myself beginning to unravel at the seams. Panic was setting in, in the form of chest pains. As I gripped my chest, I was fully aware that I was fucking losing it.
She pulled me into the walk-in pantry, her hands gripping my shoulders.
“Kiss me.” She said, “Like you mean it.”
Confused momentarily, I cradled her face in my hands and crushed my mouth to hers in a blistering kiss. Threading my fingers through her hair, my grip tightened as the stress melted away. I was diverted to a newfound lust. She gave a throaty moan and ripped her mouth off mine. Then I saw her push the door stopper in place, ensuring our privacy.
“Guess what I’m wearing underneath this dress, Ben?”
God, she was a sexy.
She pressed against me—her mouth, her breath, and her tongue in my ear.
“What’s underneath Ben? Waiting for you, and only you?”
My hands slid down her curves, lifting her dress to her hips.
“Christ, Jordan.”
“I’m all yours, so take what you want.”
Instantly I was on my knees, worshipping at her throne. The stockings and garter fueled the rocket in my cock past liftoff.
My tongue continued to circle and suck.
“Yes, like that.”
She willingly parted her legs.
“You taste so good.”
As her fingers threaded through my hair, she held me firmly in place, pushing against me mindlessly. Then she shuddered in quiet release as her orgasm pulsed against my mouth.
I stood, searching for her lips as she focused on my belt, pants and Calvin’s, which she pushed down to my hips. Then the dirtiest smile appeared on her face as she lifted herself to a small shelf, pulling me with her.
“I don’t have…”
“Fair is fair. I was bare for you.”
She reached for my stone-hard cock, aligning our bodies.
“Christ. Bareback.”
I slammed into her hard. There was nothing gentle about this fucking, and every insecurity disappeared as I pulled out and pushed back in harder with each stroke.
“So tight. I feel everything. I’ve never…”
Her head fell back, her legs wrapped around me, giving me more. I focused on deeper, longer strokes, desperately climbing into her like I was a savage rutting.
“So fucking good. I love you, baby.”
I caged her against the wall, owned her, and consumed her as my heart raced, but I was in no hurry to meet the finish line. Our gazes met where ou
r bodies were joined, each of us caught up in the erotic scene playing out. I hadn’t thought it could get any hotter. Boy, was I fucking wrong.
She reached down, circling her clit as her slick finger collided with my cock. Jolts of electricity raced up my spine and her pace quickened as her inner walls contracted around my bare cock. It was like nothing I’d experienced. With a loud, muffled hiss, I came magnificently, my seed filling her as her last shudders brought us back to reality.
“Normally, I’m not very good at following orders.”
“You may want to rethink that.”
Then she winked, and all my doubts faded away.
Cling, cling.
The knife lightly tapped the crystal of the champagne glass, and everyone’s eyes turned to Alex.
“If I can have everyone’s attention, please. I have an announcement. Madison, please join me.”
The entire room erupted in hushed whispers.
“We have some big news to share. This lovely woman standing beside me has finally agreed to marry me.”
There was screaming and clapping, and a whistle bounced off the walls in excitement. Yet, Alex raised his hands, palms forward, trying to calm the gathering guests.
“Before you get too excited, I should let you know that I had to knock her up before I could put a ring on it—I mean, her.”
His arms circled Madison from behind, his hands gently placed on her small belly. Her hands rested on top of his.
“We are overjoyed with the new addition to our family.”
I watched as Madison’s mother, Katherine, approached the couple, kissing Madison’s cheek. It was a tender moment, both bitter and sweet.
“One last thing, please,” Alex continued. “With the promise of a new life, you are all invited to a shotgun wedding.” More laughs erupted as his cat-caught-the-mouse smile spread wide across his face. “Stand by. In two weeks, there will be a small beachfront ceremony in Lake Tahoe, with a reception to follow, and each of you are invited.”
We gathered in, the six of us.
“Alex, a father and a husband. It’s a far cry from your younger years, when I hated your guts.”
This rare opportunity to torment my big brother wasn’t beneath me one bit.
He punched me in the arm good-naturedly. And I returned it with gusto.
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