by Magan Vernon
“I want you to take charge. To go for what you want and get it.” He stared at me with a fire in his eyes that was a mixture of anger and lust.
Without thinking about my next move, I kicked out of my panties and shorts and then pulled my tank top and bra off, tossing them to the floor next to me. I stood there naked before him for the first time in a long time. His eyes roamed over my body as if he was memorizing every curve.
“Do you know how beautiful you are? How much you deserve to be worshiped.” Jordan pulled me closer, his hands sliding up the curve of my hip until he pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling his.
His mouth trailed down my neck to my collarbone then he cupped each breast and flicked his tongue along my already hardened nipple then nipped at the pink bud, sucking on it hard.
“Holy hell.” I leaned back, pushing my core into the bulge straining against his boxers.
“You feel that, Abbey? That’s what you do to me. That’s what you’ve always done to me. I’ve been thinking about having you like this for far too long,” Jordan growled.
“You’re torturing me,” I panted, grinding my core into him, wanting so badly to get what was under those boxers.
“Don’t just tell me, Abbey. Take me. I’m yours.”
That was all I needed to push him back on the bed and reach for his boxers to tug them down. He reached for my hands, helping me pull his boxers down to the floor.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, hoping to God we wouldn’t both just have to deal with foreplay.
He smirked. “I do. Top drawer of the dresser.”
I moved to the side and peeled my body from his, opening the top drawer to see an unopened box. I opened it quickly and pulled out the foil packet. By the time I was done, he was already laying on the pillow with his cock standing at attention. I’d seen a few naked guys, but Jordan was like something carved just for me from the perfect slab of marble. I wanted to remember every ripple. His light and hard edges.
“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to come here?” Jordan asked, putting his hand out and taking mine.
Before I could answer, he pulled me to the bed, and I yelped as he pulled me down to him.
I straddled his hips again, holding the condom as he gripped my waist.
“Let me taste you first, Abbey. You’re in control, but I wanna make you come and feel you first,” Jordan begged, his eyes locked on mine.
I sucked in a deep breath and slowly scooted forward until I was hovering right above his face. He grinned before gripping my ass and pulling me down until he was lapping me up. I held the headboard behind him as I slowly rocked my hips forward. He moaned with pleasure inside me, his lips vibrating against my walls.
I moaned, and Jordan gripped tighter, pulling me down, so I completely sat on him as he lapped me up, his lips vibrating against me as I shuddered against him, my orgasm taking hold and rocking my entire body as I cried out.
Before I could even come down, Jordan had his hands on both of my hips again and pushed me backward until he was hovering over me, my legs in the air and his mouth still wet with my arousal.
He grabbed the condom that was surprisingly still in my hand and opened it, sliding it over his length.
“Tell me you still want this, Abbey. Tell me you want me,” he begged, running his hands over his length as he kneeled between my legs.
“I want you. I want you. I want you,” I begged and grabbed his back, pulling him to me. He slid slowly, each inch more exquisite than the last.
“Damn, Abbey, you feel better than I remember,” he whispered into my neck as he pressed his chest to mine and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He rocked into me slowly at first then moved his hand between us. His thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing it as he thrust harder. My hips shook as I ground my feet into his back and held his shoulders. I could already feel another orgasm taking hold as he moved a free hand to my hip and flipped us to a sitting position which pushed his cock all the way to my hilt.
I held him and adjusted my body on his lap.
“Show me how you like it. We can take it slow or as fast as we can,” Jordan murmured, holding my lower back.
I rocked slowly on his lap, feeling him slide almost completely out of me and slam back in. He closed his eyes, moaning slightly.
“Like that?” I whispered.
“You know I like that, baby,” he murmured, gripping my back.
I moved faster, bucking my hips against his as he rocked and thrust. I felt yet another orgasm building and moved faster, moaning as the bed shook beneath us.
“Come for me, baby, so I can feel you as I finish,” he whispered huskily, moving his hand between us and circling my clit as my glorious orgasm took over and I cried out his name. He moaned as well, and we rocked together until we both stilled chest to chest.
For a few minutes, we just sat there. Both breathing heavily with our hearts beating against each other’s until he kissed up my neck. “I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing for all those years.”
He smiled and a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead, trickling onto his lips. “Baby, I’ve never wanted anything more than for us to be us. For all of this. You and me.”
I lifted my head, meeting his eyes. “If we are going to do this, it has to be real. I don’t know if you even thought about staying in Texas, but I’m willing to think about New York if we can just wait. Just enjoy this time.”
I thought he would have some sort of a snappy retort. Something other than flashing his beautiful smile.
“Deal,” he whispered against my lips.
I thought maybe he was ready to go for round two when I felt his hardness stir to life inside me, but then I heard the front door slam all the way up the stairs.
“Jordan! Are you still sleeping?” a female voice called.
“Shit. I didn’t look at the time,” Jordan muttered, pulling out of me. Clothes were thrown around as we both tried to get dressed as quickly as possible.
“I’d tell you to stay up here until they left, but they’re gonna be around a while, and I don’t wanna hide you … so … wanna go downstairs and re-meet my parents?” Jordan asked as I stared at him while still trying to button my shorts and get my hair out of my face.
“Are you serious right now?” I asked, staring at him open-mouthed.
He shrugged. “You wanted romance. What’s more romantic than post-coital breakfast with my parents?”
Chapter 10
I didn’t trust my shaky legs on the way down the stairs or that his parents couldn’t smell the sex on us. But somehow, I was able to walk down with a smile on my face as Jordan’s whole freaking family stood in the living room.
The last time I saw Jordan’s parents was the night before he left for New York almost four years ago. It was awkward then and stupid awkward now in my post-coital state.
His Aunt Bev and Aunt Lynn were in the dining room, rummaging through a box of chicken, and his parents stood opposite them, looking at their phones in one hand and munching a biscuit in the other.
“Look who decided to wake up and he has a guest,” Aunt Lynn practically sang the last part, wiggling her eyebrows.
Jordan’s parents finally looked up from their phones and turned toward us with their eyes wide. Not much had changed with Mr. and Mrs. Webber’s looks; they still had their short brown hair, perfectly tailored clothes, and Botoxed faces. Everything was the same right down to their attitude. Always on their phones. Always about their jobs that transferred them here in the first place. They moved to Friendship because it was close to Jordan’s mom’s family, but the mister’s job in insurance was in Dallas, so I don’t think they spent any time in the small town.
“Jordan, we didn’t know you had company while we were gone,” Jordan’s mom said, clearing her throat.
What I think she meant to say was ‘Hey, you shouldn’t be screwing in your dead grandparents’ house,’ but her shocked face said all that.
“Mom, Dad, you remember Abbey Dillinger from high school?” Jordan said, putting his hands on my shoulders. His hands that still smelled like sex.
God, could his parents tell? Probably. I usually didn’t have to talk to parents after sex, literally right after, and had a moment to compose myself.
Jordan’s mom smiled, but she didn’t show any teeth like ‘yeah, I remember you, high school girlfriend, who just defiled my only son.’ “Yes. Hello, Abbey. It’s been a while.”
Jordan’s parents limply shook my hands before Aunt Bev held up a bucket of chicken. “Y’all hungry? There’s plenty.”
I opened my mouth to decline the offer, just wanting to get the hell out of there and save myself the embarrassment, but Jordan answered first, squeezing my shoulders. “Actually, Abbey and I were going to head to The Harbor in Rockwall, if that’s okay? I’ll be back in a bit and fix those bathroom faucets upstairs.”
“Don’t need to ask us permission. Just go! Have fun!” Aunt Lynn commanded, pushing past Jordan’s parents and putting her arms around both of us to turn us toward the door.
“Y’all look like you got rode hard and put back wet. Next time, get that done a little sooner so that it won’t be as awkward,” Aunt Lynn whispered with a wink.
If my face wasn’t already red, now it felt like it was a million degrees.
Once we were in Jordan’s car, he let out a loud, whooping laugh and hit his hand on the steering wheel. “Well, that was the most awkward shit I’ve ever been through. Even more so than that time your mom walked in on us, but it was dark so she couldn’t tell if we were making out or screwing.”
I gently shoved his arm, but he didn’t even flinch. “Why’d you have to bring up that mess? Our horny sixteen-year-old selves couldn’t make it somewhere else, so we just had to try it on Mom’s couch. But if my mom knew, at least she didn’t say anything. Especially not about being rode hard.” I shivered as Jordan backed out of the driveway.
“At least Aunt Lynn, and your mom for that matter, give a damn. My parents could barely look up from their phones long enough to acknowledge us.” Jordan’s jaw tightened.
I frowned. “Better that than asking what was really going on upstairs or wanting us to have an awkward lunch?” I asked, trying to defuse the situation.
Jordan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “And you wonder why it was so easy for me to leave. Not you, of course. But you were the only positive thing I had here. I feel like my parents barely even notice I’m back; if they even care. I guess they only care because someone can do the manual labor in the house and Dad doesn’t have to put his phone down to do anything.”
“My dad’s like that too. Or at least how I remembered him …” I trailed.
Jordan let out a single laugh, but there was no humor in it. “Yeah, but at least your mom was the opposite. And she had a better job than he did but was always home to make you dinner. And not just any dinner, she made these delicious, fresh things with ingredients I’d never heard of.”
I smiled as I remembered the first time Jordan had come over to study and stayed for dinner. At the time, I wasn’t telling my parents he was my boyfriend, but I think Mom knew and gave him two helpings of quinoa salad that he called “Canoa.”
“Yeah, Mom can be a pain in the ass, but she’s good people,” I said, nodding to myself.
“Dave actually seems pretty cool too.” Jordan glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.
I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess he’s all right. He treats Mom really well.”
Jordan sighed, putting his hand on mine. “I know your mom is the reason you didn’t come with me to New York.”
I turned to fully face him, staring open-mouthed. “Um, no. There were a lot of reasons, but you didn’t listen because you were just ready to leave.”
Jordan smirked, keeping his eyes on the road as he squeezed my hand. “Your mom loved you. She was there for you. She gave a shit where you went and when and still does. I can’t say the same thing for the crew you hang out with, but your mom is one hell of a lady. Which is why I think she’d be totally cool with you coming with me to New York, at least to help me move back. Maybe give her some alone time with her new boyfriend so they can actually make the bed rock. I know how those old walls echo in your house.”
I wrinkled my nose and swatted his arm. “Gross, that’s my mom! And don’t get me started on the other stuff because I’m not going to have the same argument with you again.”
“Why not? Then that’ll lead to more angry sex, and you know the seats go down in this hatchback.” Jordan glanced at me, wiggling his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes, watching as we pulled into the parking lot of The Harbor. The area of shops, restaurants, apartments, and hotels lining Lake Ray Hubbard looked like something out of the Southwest with its stucco buildings that faced the clear blue water full of sailboats.
Jordan finally found a parking place all the way at the top of the hill, and once he turned off the car, he faced me, letting out a deep breath.
“Look, Abs, I don’t want to argue about this, but I do want to throw this out there. In August, I’m going back to New York. I only bought a one-way plane ticket here, and my plan is to sell this car and transfer the title of my grandparents’ truck to my name and drive that back to New York. It’s a hell of a long journey, and I don’t want to make it alone, so if you’d be willing to at least drive with me there, I’d love it.”
I opened my mouth and closed it again, trying to think of the right words to say. “Why me and why a truck?”
Jordan grinned. “Well, you is an obvious one. Someone to keep me company and fuck me senseless.”
I felt my cheeks flush.
“And the truck, so I can transport my pieces easier. I was going to bring the Honda back since my parents have complained about it sitting in their driveway, and I was going to because you know, the memories. But if you’d christen the truck with me on the drive to New York …” His fingers trailed down my cheek and jawline.
“I mean, my photography job will start back up in September, and I might have some more senior portraits in August. Plus, the bakery …”
“Are you going to keep coming up with excuses or give me an answer?” Jordan interrupted.
Instead of overthinking it, I gave him the answer I really wanted. The one that could backfire or screw me over entirely. But for once, I had to take a chance. “Yes.”
“Yes?” His eyes lit up.
I nodded.
His hands were on my face, pulling me to him as he kissed me fiercely. His tongue met mine ravenously as his fingers wound through my hair and his breath came out shallow against my lips.
He pulled me even closer, but before I could wrap my arms around him, the loud banging of doors and gasps came from the car next to us.
I pulled back, opening my eyes to see a large family in church clothes, shielding their young children’s eyes as they hurried with them away from the car.
Jordan laughed, shaking his head. “You know, now that we scared them away, we could easily get in the back of the car. I can be real quick.”
“Maybe I don’t want it quick,” I whispered against his lips. “And you owe me food.”
He groaned as I unlocked my door.
“You’re a tease, Abbey Dillinger. You know that?”
I smiled. “And you love it.”
***
Every restaurant was packed, so we ended up getting ice cream and sitting near one of the fountains. We watched the groups of kids run through the water, screaming with delight as their parents watched from the sides, taking photo after photo.
“Did you bring your camera?” Jordan asked, setting his now empty cup aside and wiping his hands on a napkin.
“Usually, I don’t leave home without it, and today, I did remember it,” I said, pulling my Nikon out of my purse. Somehow, in the middle of everything, I still managed to grab it before we left his house. I think either I’d thrown it down or dropped it when he pi
cked me up. Either way, I made sure my baby was okay and safe in its case as soon as I could.
Jordan grabbed the camera and smiled, turning it on.
“Hey! Be careful with that!” I said, leaning over his shoulder as he looked through my photos.
“These are boring, you know? These look like the same photos all these parents are taking of their kids probably. Good for them with the close-ups and smiling, gap-toothed faces, but nothing’s interesting about them,” Jordan said, flipping through the few newborn pictures of Christy’s niece and a few random ones I took of Sofie at her shower.
“Gee, thanks for the compliment,” I muttered, grabbing the camera from his hands.
He laughed, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant that I know you can take some real shots. You used to take these pictures in high school, even when it was just of your friends, that had this light to them. It was like you captured the landscape and the people were just the background for it.”
“I can still do that. It’s just not what parents want for their kids’ photos, so I give them what they want.”
“Well, it’s what I want,” Jordan said, standing up. “Come on. Let’s do a photo shoot right here.”
“You want me to take your picture? For what? So your mom can frame it as your art school graduation photos?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He smiled, shaking his head as he slowly backed up. “I want to just be like these other kids around here. Embrace the moment and have you capture it.”
Before I could stop him, he had backed up with his arms wide, and soon the water shooting up from the cement, completely engulfed him, and he let out a yelp.
“What are you doing?” I yelled, heading toward the fountain.
“Come on, Abbey! Photograph me like one of your French girls!” Jordan said, laughing and putting one hand on his hip and the other on his head.
I shook my head and turned my camera back on. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But do I look good? Are you getting my good side?” Jordan asked, turning around and sticking his butt out, looking at me over his shoulder.
