by K. A. Linde
Then his tongue replaced his finger, and I saw stars. He licked up and down with wild, rapid strokes that had me bucking off of the bed. Without missing a beat, he laid his arm across my hips, effectively pinning me in place so that he could continue.
“Jordan. Fuck. Oh fuck.”
In one quick motion, he slid two fingers inside of me. I cried out, heedless of my volume. Forget all the shushing I’d been doing earlier. There was no way that I could be quiet while he took his time with me.
It only took a few strokes of my pussy while he worshipped my clit before I released. I cried out. My body pulsed relentlessly, trying to keep his fingers inside of me.
Everything went fuzzy around the edges.
He retreated, giving me a self-satisfied look. As if to say, See, savor you.
I couldn’t even deny it. He’d done exactly that.
“Now is it my turn?” I asked, coming back to myself.
I didn’t wait for an answer. I drew down his boxers and took his dick in my hand. He was somehow even bigger than when I’d first held him, and pre-cum dripped from the head. Going down on me had turned him on, and I wasn’t going to waste the subsequent reaction.
I returned to my knees and licked the bead off of the tip of him. He groaned at the first lave of my tongue against him, and I was just getting started. I put the tip of him to my mouth and gradually took the rest of him all the way in.
His hand settled in my hair, holding me in place for the span of a second. “Fuck yes, Annie.”
I slowly dragged backward and then took him in again. My tongue rolled around the head, and he shuddered with pleasure. I could taste the tangy saltiness of him as I worked him impossibly bigger.
Suddenly, his fist halted me. “As much as I want to watch you suck me off,” he said with great strain, “I want to fuck you.”
I stroked his cock as I looked up into his eyes. My heart rate was elevated, and hearing him say he wanted to fuck me was a turn-on like nothing else.
“I want to finish.”
“I want you to finish,” he assured me as he helped me to my feet. “I want to do this more.”
He turned me around and bent me over the side of the bed. I moaned as he spread my feet wider, baring me for his display. He stroked his fingers back through my wetness. I’d never felt so…exposed. And still, I was so wet that it was dripping down the sides of my legs. I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
Between his dirty talk and the command in all of his gestures and the way he took control of the situation, I was a goner. I might have been the aggressor to begin with, but he had me now.
He gripped my cheeks tightly and spread them apart. I clenched all over. The waiting was sweet torture. He could have shoved right in me, and I would have taken it with pleasure. Instead, he teased me, dropping his hands back to my inner thighs and running them achingly slow up to my pussy, where he fingered me until I thought I might come again.
“Jordan, please…”
I heard the crinkle of material behind me. Good thing he was thinking ahead. My brain had short-circuited.
The head of his cock settled against my opening. I pushed back, wanting him inside of me more than anything in existence at that moment. But he held me firmly with hands on my hips to keep me from moving and settled himself at my opening.
He pushed in, and I sighed with relief when he seated himself all the way in. So deep that I could barely breathe. A slight mix of pain and pleasure heating me through.
“God, you feel so good,” he said, dragging a hand down my back.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Then he pulled out, and it felt nearly as good as going in. Like sweet relief. Then emptiness. And I didn’t want emptiness. I wanted to be full. Full like I’d never been before in my life.
And then he thrust in so deep and hard that I saw stars. It was uncomfortable and somehow perfect. It was exactly what I’d always wanted.
We were both so close from the foreplay that I could feel myself on the edge of the abyss. My hands gripped the comforter. His held my hips steady, so he could continue to pound into me. I clenched my jaw and buried my face in the mattress. The sensations too raw, too real. My body tightened and tightened and tightened until it felt like a dam ready to burst at any second.
“Oh God,” I cried.
Then I lost it. I came apart with him buried deep inside of me. I couldn’t control the sounds of my shouts or the arch of my back or the vise grip I now had on his cock.
“Fuck.” He thrust in me one last time before following up my orgasm with a roar so loud that my neighbors probably heard.
And I couldn’t even seem to care.
Not one bit.
Not while he was still inside of me.
Not while I was lying, panting, on the bed.
Not when I’d had the best sex of my entire life.
Jordan finally withdrew. I rolled over and crawled on top of the bed, collapsing in a heap. He tossed the condom and then came to lie next to me.
Our breathing was ragged. Our arms splayed out. Our bodies recovering from the intense orgasms.
I rolled my head to the side to look back into those dark eyes. He was already looking at me. An expression like I was a siren who had bewitched him.
He reached out and brushed the loose strands of my hair out of my face, entranced. “Come here.”
He shifted me into the spot against his chest with my head resting on his shoulder. I felt…secure. Like this was where I was always meant to be. A piece of the puzzle that had settled into place.
Even though it didn’t make sense. This was a one-night stand. It was with a guy who was leaving tomorrow. Who I’d probably never see again. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than that. We were both into each other, so why deny the inevitable?
But then this had happened. The incredible sex where he knew just what I wanted and how and when. Even when I’d wanted faster and more, he had taken his time, building my climax higher and higher until I touched the clouds before coming down. This…this was something else. Something mind-blowing.
Jordan Wright had changed me. We might have only known each other for twenty-four hours, but something had shifted.
So, I said the thing I shouldn’t. The thing that I should keep in my heart and lock away forever.
“I wish you were staying,” I said, barely above a whisper.
And to my surprise, he kissed my head, threaded our fingers together, and said, “Me too.”
11
Jordan
The next morning, sunlight streaked in through the open blinds. I blinked awake to the unfamiliar surroundings. Then Annie’s comforting weight wrapped up in my arms, fast asleep and relaxed, brought me back to the night before. I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. When was the last time I’d felt this way? So…free.
I honestly couldn’t remember. Missy and I had dated nearly a year, probably the longest relationship of my life, and I’d never once felt like this. It had been a constant struggle to keep up with her high-profile life and ever more ridiculous demands. There was no freedom in a life lived in manipulation.
Who knew that I’d have to come to Lubbock, Texas—the place my father had sworn to never take me—to find even an ounce of hope?
Annie snuggled in closer. Her arm slung across my waist with her head buried in my shoulder. She sighed pleasantly as she got more comfortable.
I could stay here forever.
The thought shocked me. Shocked me enough for reality to close back in.
This wasn’t my life. This was…a one-night stand with a beautiful woman. Nothing more. Nothing less. It couldn’t be anything else. Not when I had a life in Vancouver and a business to run there.
I reached across the bed for my phone, where I’d left it last night on the nightstand. The screen blinked on, and the time read ten o’clock.
My eyes bulged.
Ten o’clock? Fuck.
My normal w
ake-up time was six. I went for my five-mile run before showering and heading into the office. I’d never in a million years thought that I’d sleep past even seven. Our flight back home was set to leave at one fifteen. Normally, that would be plenty of time, but right now, it sent me into a panic.
“Annie,” I whispered, lightly shaking her awake.
Big green eyes looked up at me. She yawned and stretched her arm overhead. “G’morning,” she murmured. “What time is it?”
“Ten.”
“Mmm.” She snuggled even closer. “Good. Then we have a few hours before I have to be human.”
I would have laughed, except that her hand was drifting lower to the waistline of my boxer briefs. “Annie…I have to go.”
“Already? Are you sure?” she asked sleepily.
Her hand slipped underneath, and my cock hardened at her touch. Now, I was not sure about leaving. Not even a little. Maybe I should have left before she woke up, but I didn’t want to leave, and that was the problem.
I stilled her hand. “I have a flight to catch.”
Her nose moved to my ear. “It could be a quickie.”
Fuck, this woman. Fuck. Where had she come from? And how was I just finding her now?
When I didn’t stop her again, she took that as acquiescence. She tossed her leg over my body, straddling my hips. She wore nothing but a pink thong, her amazing tits on full display as she ground herself against me.
Well, fuck it.
I reached into the side table, where she’d revealed a stash of condoms last night, and pulled one out. We discarded our underwear, and then she fitted the condom onto my cock, inch by inch.
I was beyond wondering whether or not this was a good idea.
Annie lifted her hips, leaning forward to brush her lips against mine, and then she aligned my cock with her opening. It was sweet torture, watching her take control. The feel of her pussy inching down over me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I slammed her down hard.
She gasped. Her eyes rolled back into her head, but the word that came out of her mouth was, “Yes.”
And I was a fucking goner.
I rolled her hips to reach deeper and deeper points. Then I lifted her hips and forced her back down. Over and over again. She righted her body, using her knees to help me lift and lower her. Until we were nothing but a fast rhythm of her impaling herself on my cock. And watching her tits bounce, her mouth forming into an O, and her red hair running wild, I was ready to come.
“Oh, Jordan. Fuck,” she ground out. “Keep going. I’m so close.”
I sat up, crushing her chest to mine. She wrapped her legs tight around my body, and I worked her harder and harder. Until she cried out, throwing her head back as her orgasm hit her. As she tightened hard around me, it triggered my own release. I tugged her even closer as I thrust one more time into her, spending every last drop.
Annie shivered for a few seconds before collapsing backward onto the bed. “Oh my God.”
And it was all I could think, too. Because oh my fucking God.
I tossed the condom and cleaned up, coming back to the bedroom to find her half-asleep, still in the exact position I’d left her.
“You fucked me senseless.”
I laughed as I reached for my clothes again. “You were the one who asked for a quickie.”
“It was not a complaint,” she said with a lascivious smirk.
Fuck, I wanted to crawl back into that bed and get her to look at me like that for all of eternity.
But I couldn’t.
“I have to go.”
She sighed heavily. “I know.”
She didn’t repeat the things we’d said last night. About how we both wished that I could stay. There was no point. I was leaving. The afterglow had faded, and only reality remained.
I finished buttoning up my shirt, and she still lay there, completely naked. It was making it very difficult to focus.
“One more time?” she whispered.
“I wish I could, love,” I breathed, pressing a kiss to her swollen pink lips.
“Do you…need a ride back to your hotel?”
I shook my head. Saying good-bye to her was already too hard. I wasn’t going to make it more difficult on both of us. “I’d rather imagine you still naked in bed, if I’m honest.”
She laughed and pulled me down for another kiss. Her eyes said all that I needed to know. I was sure that mine mirrored that look. The one that said, Stay.
So, I stepped back, releasing her and all the warring thoughts in my mind. The treacherous parts that said maybe I could stay. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if I could have this, too.
Then I remembered how I broke relationships. How they fell apart in my hands like sand in a sieve. I didn’t want to break this, too. It would be better to remember this one perfect night than to wreck what could have been with what would be.
Still, I kissed her one more time before hurrying out of her room. I found my shoes where I’d left them at the entranceway and ran into her roommate, Jennifer, with a cup of coffee.
“Oh!” she gasped. “You’re still here.”
“Just leaving.”
“She must really like you.”
“Oh yeah?”
Jennifer shrugged. “She doesn’t bring guys home. Not ever. It’s her rule.”
I stared at her in confusion. “She didn’t seem concerned with bringing me back.”
“Well, yeah, like I said…”
She must really like you.
Fuck. I needed to get out of here. I couldn’t think about that. I was set on my course, and I had no intention of changing paths. No matter that there was a feisty redhead who made me want to throw out all of my rules, too.
“Nice meeting you,” I said to Jennifer while I wrangled an Uber back to the hotel.
She waved as I left. And I tried not to think about the fact that I was leaving Annie behind.
12
Jordan
The drive to the hotel was blessedly short. I was making my first ever walk of shame. Though I felt no shame for my night with Annie. The exact opposite actually. I was light as air.
I tapped my card to enter the room and found it in chaos. Instead of the quiet judgment I’d expected to find from my mom and brother, I found that the entire suite had been taken over by Wrights. All five of my cousins were crammed into the space. Jensen speaking with my mom on the couch. Morgan and Austin seemingly embroiled in some debate with Julian. Landon had his arms crossed, a look of derision on his face, as he watched. As if he knew exactly how this would end and wanted no part of it. Sutton stood at the window, staring off into space. No one seemed to notice her clear look of distress.
It was Sutton who noticed me first. I was still in last night’s clothes. My hair was freshly sex-tousled. My shoes still dirty from the barn. It was pretty obvious where I’d been and what I’d been doing.
Sutton sighed. As if she already knew exactly who I’d been out all night with. Annie was her best friend. Of course she knew.
“Hey, Jordan,” she said, drawing everyone else’s attention as well.
Seven sets of eyes turned to me at once. Austin smirked, and Landon smacked him when he started to make some comment about my appearance. Jensen and Morgan exchanged a look. Both had been my boss in the past. I knew what that looked like from a boss’s perspective. I didn’t know what it meant from my cousins.
It was my mom who broke the silence. “Jordan, so glad that you came back from getting coffee, but didn’t you forget our drinks?”
I stared at her, comprehension dawning. They’d spun a story as to why I was gone. Likely why I’d missed the final Wright party thing last night. Apparently, I should have checked my messages in the ride over, or I might have known to bring coffee.
Julian clapped me on the shoulder. “So selfish. You only got yourself coffee.”
“Completely slipped my mind,” I said. Not that anyone seemed to believe the lie my family was spinning.
“It�
��s fine. I’ll drink the cheap stuff,” Julian said, gesturing to the counter with a small coffeepot.
“Cool. I’m going to go finish packing.”
Then I hastened out of the suite living space. Luckily, I’d packed almost everything last night before meeting Annie, but I’d use anything as an excuse to change.
After a quick shower and fresh clothes, I returned to the suite to talk with my cousins. They’d come over to say good-bye and once again let Julian and my mom know that they’d be happy to help with anything they needed for the move. It was an exhausting half hour before they left, except for Jensen, who had offered to drive us to the airport.
Sutton shot me an incredulous look over her shoulder before leaving. She looked like she wanted to say more, but then she left without a word. I could only guess that she was heading to Annie’s place after this. Wonderful.
“So,” Julian said, coming to stand at my side, “did you have a nice night?”
I knew that he was being a sarcastic shit, who didn’t care about my night. He sounded irritated that I’d chosen to hang out with a random stranger rather than with him on our last night in town. I couldn’t seem to care, because, yeah, I’d had a great fucking night.
I put a smile on my face. “It was amazing, actually. Thanks for asking.”
Julian startled at my genuine response. He just stared at me in surprise.
Jensen broke the tension by offering his hand. “I’m glad that you came out this week, Jordan.”
“So am I.”
We shook.
Julian sighed. “I’m going to help Mom down to the car.”
“She’s not infirm,” I said quickly.
Julian shot me a glare. “No, she’s not. She’s a fighter, but that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t take care of her.”
“Of course not, but…”
Julian didn’t let me respond. He just stalked away.
I watched his retreating back with frustration. All the good feels I’d had this morning disappearing.
“He’s still mad that I’m not moving with them,” I told Jensen to add context to Julian’s outburst.
