Jordan Reclaimed

by Scarlett Cole

  “Oh, Jordan,” she gasped, and he vowed to himself to give her all the reasons to call out his name over and over for the rest of the evening. He’d never tire of the sound.

  He licked between her lips, tasting the very essence of her, before drawing his tongue back to her clit to circle it. She was wet, so very wet that it took all he had to not rise up on to his knees and bury himself deep inside her. But he owed her this. He wanted to give her this moment of pleasure that was all hers.

  She grabbed his hair in her fist, moving it out of the way in a move he assumed was so she could watch, which was so hot.

  Jordan looked up at her to find her eyes locked on his tongue as he stroked her and sucked on her furiously. On instinct, he added a finger and watched the way her eyes turned hooded, how her jaw slackened as she gasped and ground against him.

  “Please, Jordan, I need to come,” she cried.

  And it would be his fucking pleasure. He added another finger, easing in and out of her, and just when she was at her peak, he sucked her clit into his mouth to send her soaring over the edge.

  * * *

  Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

  She was going to die from sex, and it was going to be wonderful. Never had she come apart like that before, and shivers wracked her body. Jordan was still licking her slowly, and there was every risk she would come again.

  ‘“Jordan,” she croaked, and he lifted his head.

  His eyes were filled with sexual intent. The muscles in his heavily tattooed shoulders and arms tensed as he prowled up to the bed toward her. God, he was glorious. He settled between her legs and pressed his lips to hers and kissed her with such tenderness that it was in complete contrast to the raging erection pressing against her core.

  “Lexi, Lexi, Lexi,” he mumbled. “I fucking love the taste of you. Do you?” he asked, before kissing her again, sliding his tongue into her again. There was something incredibly erotic about the way he shared her flavor with her, and she groaned.

  Jordan climbed to his knees and reached for his wallet. When he opened it, condom after condom fell to the bed.

  “Optimistic,” Lexi said, teasingly.

  “Hopeful,” he said gruffly. And he was. He intended to use every last one of them on her. Jordan ripped one open and covered himself, looking down at her pussy as he unrolled the rubber. Any moment he was going to be surrounded by her. His cock twitched in his hand.

  So why did he suddenly feel like crying? Like the biggest fucking pussy on earth? He attempted to bury the feelings by sliding back on top of Lexi’s heavenly body. But his heart knew this body was special. It wasn’t nameless and faceless. It wasn’t meaningless and solitary. It was Lexi. His Lexi. And he was going to take her for the first time.

  Lining them up, Jordan gripped his cock and eased his tip inside of Lexi, gasping at the heat of her. He looked quickly toward her eyes. “Oh, God, Lex,” he cried out as he started to slide inside of her. She was tight and responsive.

  He pressed his lips to hers but couldn’t even figure out how to kiss her. Couldn’t figure out how to reel in all the fucking feelings and shit bombarding him. Surrounding him.

  Lexi arched against him as he sank himself deep within her until he could go no further.

  “Jordan,” she whispered with a reverence he truly didn’t deserve, and for a moment he was paralyzed. Unable to move as he felt her tighten around him.

  “Lexi, I can’t . . .” He shook his head. It was too much. Too new. Too raw for him to process.

  “Hey,” Lexi said, brushing his hair away from his forehead. “It’s okay, Jordan. I’ve got you.”

  She slid her hands down his back, and he drowned in the connection. He could feel her around him, over him, surrounding him. When her hands landed on his ass, she pulled him tight against her as she rolled her hips, changing the angle. Then she released him again, curling away from him so his cock slid out of her a little.

  Following her lead, he moved with her, almost dying every time he felt her tug against him. She was so wet, and without thinking, he began to increase his pace, searching for the only thing that would still his mind. He knew he could reach it with Lex. He withdrew almost fully and then slammed home as Lex matched him thrust for thrust.

  Sweat was beginning to drip from his brow, but Lexi didn’t care. She yanked his forehead to hers.

  “You know what I think about, Jordan? At night? What it will feel like when you come deep inside me. I’ve dreamed about this. How you’d stretch me, just like you are doing right now. How deep you’d fill me because you’re so big. How it would feel when you pulsed with release. Whatever else you’re thinking about right now, stop. Think about showing me all those things.”

  Something about her words shook him, helped him find his center. His control. Made him want to be that man for her.

  He started to move fast and deep, sinking as far as he could go before withdrawing until the ridge of his head was all the way out. Breathless, he pounded into her as her fingers dug into his shoulders.

  “God, Jordan,” she cried. “I’m going to come again.”

  Wait for me. He wanted to come when she did. Wanted to look into those blue eyes and see the very moment she went over the edge.

  He slid both hands under her ass, gripping her, holding her to him as he took her with such compelling need that he was convinced the orgasm he was chasing was going to kill him.

  And then he felt it. The tightening of her around him that matched the tingling down his spine that had tightened his balls.

  “Oh, Jordan,” she whispered, staring at him wide eyed as she came. With no barriers left between them, no places he could hide, he bared his soul and came with her.

  “Lex,” he cried as pulse after pulse tore his very insides to pieces.

  Breathless, he dropped his head next to hers. Silence filled the gaps left behind, and for once in his life, he didn’t feel the roar of fear and disappointment. Lexi ran her hands up and down his back until one made its way to the back of his head and held him there. They were physically and emotionally joined in ways he hadn’t been sure he would ever experience. Yet here he was.

  “Lex,” he started, needing to explain everything he’d just gone through. Everything she’d pulled from him in the most beautiful and basic way.

  “Shh,” she said gently. “Not yet, Jordan.” She turned, kissed his temple, and tightened her arms around the sweaty heavy mass he was.

  He had no concept of how long they’d lain together when he finally rolled to his side, taking her with him but taking care to pull out of her and take the condom with him. He pulled it off quickly before tying the end and tossing it to the floor.

  Lexi curled up against his side, her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm tightly around her. At some point they should move. At least get under the covers. He didn’t want her to get a chill.

  “I had no idea,” he started, not sure where he was going. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

  Her fingernails ran through the hair on his chest. “What was different about it for you?” Lexi asked.

  “I feel like I just got turned inside out, Lex,” he answered truthfully. “And I have no idea how to turn myself back the right way.”

  “I’ve never felt such a sense of connection with anyone else, Jordan,” she said, turning so she was lying perpendicular to him. She rested her head on his chest. “I’m sure this sounds stupid, but I felt like we were one. I could feel you, not just physically.”

  “You felt it, too?” he asked.

  “I did.” Lexi flopped onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Somewhere outside, a series of sirens went screaming by. He ran his hand along her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts, and over her hip.

  “As much as I really want to be, I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” he admitted quietly as he stroked his fingers back and forth across her skin. “But the idea of you walking away from me scares the shit out of me, Lex. Can you deal w
ith this? With me? While I figure this out?”

  Lexi laid her hands on top of his. “I’ll wait as long as you need.”

  For a moment he couldn’t speak over the lump in his throat. He stared at the flashing green light on the smoke alarm and counted the beats between each flash, trying to see if he could guess when it would happen next. Anything to help him reel everything back inside.

  “I’m going to fuck this up at times. I already have. You know, the night you danced for me when I walked away, the day at the AGO when I stormed out, the gifts I got you today that were too much. Just . . . don’t get angry without talking to me first.”

  “Will you listen?” she asked.

  He had no idea whether he would or could. Listening had been an issue on his school reports. “Not sure I’m very good at that either.”

  “Are you good at anything?” she teased, and he smiled.

  “Fucking. Obviously,” he said, moving to sit up so that her head now rested in his lap. He leaned forward and kissed her softly. “Just don’t leave me, Aleksandra. I don’t think I could deal with that.” He stroked her hair off her forehead and stared deeply into the blue eyes that encouraged him to bare his soul.

  “I won’t. I promise.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  With a sigh, Lexi flopped back onto the bed, her dark blonde hair spread out across the pillow. “I think this may be the best one yet.”

  Jordan rolled onto his side and laughed. “I think you said that about every one of them so far.” He leaned over and kissed her, not really giving too much of a shit that the sales assistant was standing at the foot of the display mattress on which they were currently lying.

  She pushed him away playfully. “Seriously. I think this might be the one,” she said, sitting up.

  “It’s a very good choice,” the sales assistant offered helpfully. “There’s a memory foam layer on the top that has all the benefits of being warmer and molding to your body, yet the bottom layers will assure it’s comfortable and breathable.”

  It also happened to be the most expensive mattress in the shop. Of course he could afford it, but spending money was taking some getting used to. “We’ll take it,” he said. “How quickly can we get a king delivered?”

  “Let me just go take a look for you. It shouldn’t be too long.”

  Jordan watched as the man returned to the desk in the center of the store, and then he tugged on Lexi’s arm to pull her back down next to him. “You’re sure you like this one?”

  Lexi grinned at him. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question? It’s your bed, and you’re going to sleep in it a lot more than I will.”

  Not if he had his way, he wouldn’t. It had been five days since they’d spent the night together in the Shangri-La Hotel, which had been way too long. But between her schedule at the ballet, the rehab she was going through on her ankle, and his rehearsals for the upcoming tour, they’d rarely had a chance to talk on the phone, let alone spend a night together. Still, for now it was working, and Jordan wasn’t going to question why. Instead, he was going to cling to the glimmer of optimism he felt about the two of them and hope the new bed would come soon.

  “Well, we could change that pretty quickly.”

  “I told you, I’m not doing a drive-by booty call at eleven o’clock at night,” she said indignantly, yet her eyes sparkled with humor.

  He pulled her closer, probably being more risqué than she was comfortable with, as their bodies lined up with one another. “And I told you,” he whispered, placing his lips next to her ear, “that I am totally open to getting a call at whatever time of day, if you want to come and hang out with me in my bed, or my shower, or my studio, or my movie room, if it means I get to put my—”

  “The best we can do is next Tuesday, sir.”

  Jordan winked at Lexi and pulled away. “Perfect. I think we’re going to need pillows and all that shit to go with it.”

  “The pillows are over on the wall there. If you go take a look, I’ll be over in a moment to help you out.”

  Jordan stood and helped Lexi to her feet.

  “I haven’t seen your room yet, and you haven’t seen mine. Yet we’ve done, you know, things, a couple of times now. Why is that?” Lexi asked, slipping a hand through his elbow as they walked across the store.

  He laughed loudly. “Things? Is that what you call it?”

  Lexi blushed, and it was the cutest thing. “You know what I mean,” she said playfully.

  “I do. And I intend to do a lot more things with you tonight if I can persuade you to come back to my place with me after we finish buying stuff.”

  The new bed was the first part of stepping away from the attic. With everyone else’s agreement, he was going to move into Dred’s room, and he wanted to furnish it properly to give Lexi somewhere nice to stay over. He looked down at her. She was so freaking cute with her soft pink beanie and makeup-free face. It felt too easy, too normal, to walk through the home furnishings store with her. Like it was something they did every day. They finished up picking out pillows, and Jordan paid the bill.

  “You bought gloves,” Lexi said once they were in the back of the taxi heading to The Bay, the department store on Bloor Street.

  Jordan flexed the hand that wasn’t holding one of Lexi’s and looked down at the soft black leather. “Yeah, I couldn’t find my old ones,” he lied. Today wasn’t the day for sharing deep and meaningful shit.

  “They’re nice,” she said, taking off her own to touch them. He could feel the heat of her fingers. “So how am I supposed to help you pick bedding if I don’t even know what color your room is?” Lexi asked. “And is black the only shade in your repertoire?” Her eyes skimmed him up and down.

  Jordan searched for an answer, and then it came to him. “Black will always be the original black. I don’t have a lot of need for a new black. And I’m completely redoing my bedroom, so why not pick the bedding first?”

  “Okay. That I can definitely help you with, but I feel it’s only fair to warn you that my apartment is a mix of pale pink and white.”

  He made a face. “In that case, I reserve the right to override your selection. And what do you mean apartment? I thought you lived with your father.”

  “The house is actually mine. Long story, but I pay the bills. The house had an apartment in the basement. You know the kind—small open-plan living space with a small kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. There’s a door I can lock that goes to the main floor, and it’s accessible from the outside, too. It’s small, but it gives me space away from Dad.”

  Why was she living in the basement if she was paying all the bills? “Doesn’t your father work?”

  Lexi huffed. “He’s tried, on and off. But since he left the ballet, nothing has really worked out.”

  “So how come you get the basement and he gets the rest of the house?” Jordan asked, worried that she was being taken advantage of.

  “Would you be really offended if I said I didn’t want to talk about my dad today? I just want to enjoy my time with you and get to know you better, and save all the crappy stuff for some other time.”

  The cab pulled up to the curb. “Oh, I get that more than you know.”

  By the time they had finished shopping, Jordan was the proud owner of a new dark gray bedding set, two metal table lamps, and more cushions than he could figure out uses for. Thankfully, The Bay delivered, as there was no way they would have been able to take all of their bags to Sotto, the Italian restaurant on Avenue Road that Elliott had suggested.

  “If you don’t like Italian, we don’t have to stay,” Jordan whispered once they’d ordered. He reached out his hand across the table and was grateful when she took it.

  “No. This is great. What makes you think I don’t like Italian?” Lexi said before sipping her iced water.

  “You didn’t order a lot. Just the simple salad and grilled fish.” He’d ordered the strip loin and garlic bread, among other things.

  She smiled at him s
weetly. “It’s nice of you to be concerned, but as a dancer I have to watch what I eat. So if I splurge, like we did when we went to Momofuko, I need to be a little bit more careful for the rest of that week.”

  He’d wondered about that. It wasn’t like she’d gorged while they were out. Lexi’s muscles were lean and clearly strong, but there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her body anywhere. “Want to work out at the gym with me sometime?” he asked.

  Lexi grinned but shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  Damn it. He liked the idea of seeing her in gym clothes . . . and sweating and perhaps making out with him in a sauna. So did his cock. “Why not? I think I should be the one who’s worried. I’m scared you might press more than me.”

  She eyed his shoulders as if imagining them naked, and her eyes were slightly glazed over when she looked back at him. “Seriously,” she said, leaning toward the center of the table. “If I saw you half-dressed in a gym, having seen your fine ass naked, I’d probably jump your bones and call that my workout.”

  He threw his head back and laughed. “Would it disturb you if I told you the reason I asked the question was because I had equally inappropriate thoughts about you in those shorts you wore when you danced for me that night?”

  “I’ll wear them again for you, and you can live out your prurient workout fantasy.”

  “In that case, how would you feel if after dinner we take a cab home and stop at your place on the way so you can pick up whatever you need to stay the night, including the shorts? After which I’ll take you home and fuck you senseless.”

  * * *

  Lexi knew she should feel guilty for lying to Jordan about why she’d ordered so little food. Hell, she felt guilty for doing it. While what she’d said was technically true, she’d ordered the very lightest thing she could find on the menu, and even then had only eaten half. But Jordan had been so distracted by their after-dinner plans that, thankfully, he hadn’t seemed to have noticed.