"God, I've missed you," Jordan moans against your mouth, hands exploring every inch of your body, quickly ridding you of your clothes. The moment you had crossed the threshold of his apartment, you had been all over each other.
"I've missed this," you growl, working your hand down the front of his jeans and wrapping your fingers around his erection. Feeling him pull away from you, you giggle. "I missed you, too, silly. Just not as much as I missed your dick." Shoving his pants down off his hips, you drop to your knees, caressing and licking his throbbing member. He groans as you wrap your mouth around him, sucking and teasing him with your tongue. Your hands cup his balls as he tangles his fingers in your hair.
"I've missed your mouth!" Jordan grits his teeth as your skillful mouth brings him to the edge. He tightens his grip on your hair as he feels himself explode. "Oh God!" He gasps for breath and unwinds his fingers from your hair as you lick every last drop of cum from the head of his slowly deflating penis.
"Thought you might like that..." you grin, standing back up. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you deeply, almost buckling your knees with his intensity.
"Thought you might like that," he mumbles, once he has laid claim to your mouth. His hands wandered down your belly and between your thighs, finding you hot and very wet for him. He slides a finger inside you, causing you to moan into his mouth. You move against his hand, eager for the sensations he has always caused in you before. His thumb rubs your clit as his fingers work their magic inside you. His lips move to your neck, then to your breasts, tugging gently at your tingling nipples. You arch your back, feeling yourself start to cum, explosions of light flashing before your eyes.
"Oh God, Jordan. You are wonderful." You sag back against the wall, the waves of pleasure slowly ebbing. He grins wickedly up at you as his mouth begins to trail kisses down your belly. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, licking and teasing you, first gentle and slow, then harder and deeper. His lips gently suck on you, his tongue probing and hot. You throw your leg over his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. His left hand reaches up and cups your buttocks, squeezing and kneading as his other hand creeps up to join his mouth in its sweet torment.
Unable to control yourself a moment longer, you cry out "Jordan!" Grabbing his hair, you tighten your leg over his shoulder as another powerful orgasm overtakes you. As your shuddering slowly stops, Jordan makes his way back up your body, kissing and licking and nibbling. As he reaches your mouth, he stops, unsure of your feelings about kissing him after what he had just done. You reach forward, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you. You press your mouth hard against his, kissing him as deeply as he had just kissed you, only now he was kissing your mouth.
"Don't ever hesitate to kiss me again, Jordan," you scold when the kiss ends.
"I wasn't sure... I mean, some women don't like..."
"I am not SOME women, Jordan... I am YOUR woman. I am not ashamed of anything we have done, or will do. We are right. Everything we do is right." You gaze into his bedroom brown eyes, searching for his true feelings and feel your chest tighten when you see his love for you there.
"That's right... and don't you ever forget that, baby." You shiver at the endearment.
"You know what that word does to me, Jay." He grins and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you.
"I know.. that's why I used it." He scoops you up in his arms and carrys you down the hall, toward the bedroom. Surprisingly, he makes a left instead of a right, taking you into the bathroom instead. You eye him questioningly as he carefully lowers your feet to the floor.
"The bathroom? I think you made a wrong turn back there, Jay." He chuckles as he turns on the shower. "Oooh, I see." Realization hits you as you admire his sleek form. His tight ass bent over as he adjusts the water temperature is too tempting, so you pinch his buns, causing him to jump.
"Dammit, Tracy. You are asking for it now!" He turns and grabs you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you off the floor. You squeal, kicking at his shins as he nuzzles your neck with his mouth, tickling you with the five o'clock shadow sweeping his jaw.
"Oh, since when do I have to ask?" You laugh, still trying to squirm out of his grasp. Your wriggling isn't doing anything but arousing him, so you stop fighting him and wrap your legs around his waist. "Alright then. I give up!"
Jordan groans as you press yourself against his growing shaft. He grabs your ass, holding you in place, as he carefully steps into the shower. The hot water stuns you for a second, causing you to gasp. He takes advantage of your surprise and presses your back to the wall and thrusts himself into you. Your gasp turns to a moan of pleasure as he continues thrusting, the water beating down on your naked bodies.
You capture his mouth in a passionate kiss as his thrusts become more urgent and your breath becomes more rapid. You rake your fingernails up his back as you feel him tense up, his hot cum pouring into you, filling you. His continued thrusts soon bring you to climax, leaving red welts up his back in response to the orgasm gripping your body.
"That was different," you mutter, when your breathing has slowed to a halfway normal pace. You lower your legs from his waist, groaning softly as he withdraws from you.
"Yeah, different...but good." He smiles tenderly down at you, running a hand over your soaking wet hair. "Always good. But we do have to talk, you know."
"Yeah, I know. Not yet, though. Let's just finish this shower, and then we'll talk," you agree, grabbing a bar of soap and lathering his chest up.
Heat rushes between your thighes at the sight of him, hair still damp and slightly curled. You fight the urge to brush away the one stray curl that was laying across his forehead. He smiles that half-smile that always turns your knees to Jell-O as he sits down on the couch across from you.
"About that message..." he begins, not really wanting to ruin the mood, but knowing that this had to be discussed.
"That message was a piece of crap, Jordan. Those things I 'supposedly' said were taken so out of context. Ellen must have been planning this little episode for quite some time..." Your eyes narrow at that bitch's nerve. "We have talked on the phone many times, but you already knew that. Well, one night we started talking about past boyfriends. I made a comment that I had thought I was in love once before, but realized I wasn't. I told her what he had told me...using his words."
You look at Jordan now, realizing that what you say is going to hurt him, even though he now knows you weren't talking about him. "I said, 'I never loved you, Tracy. We are over. You're nothing but a tease.' And then I told her how just once I would have liked to be able to tell a man 'you're just a toy I used then threw away when I got what I wanted'. Does that ring any bells?" Jordan had dropped his head into his hands as you were repeating your conversation.
"Yeah... It does. She sure did a good job of splicing. I wonder how much it cost her to do that. God, I wanna just wrap my fingers around her throat and.." Jordan punched the sofa cushion, murder in his eyes.
"So do I, babe. But it's over now. We are together, where we should be. I could never cheat on you, or use you. I love you too much." You gaze at him, longing to feel his arms around you, holding you.
"Come here, Tracy. I need to feel you in my arms. These past 3 weeks have been hell on me! After not seeing you for a little over 2 months, then getting that damn message on my machine..." he stopped, his voice cracking.
Seeing that he was about to lose control, you rushed to him, burying your face in his neck. You knew if he started crying then so would you. It tore you up seeing a man cry, but Jordan... your Jordan, crying was too much to even think about. "But it wasn't true, hun...you know that now."
"Yeah, I know that now." He hugged you to him, tears silently slipping down his cheeks into your hair. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been, believing Ellen's awful words. But after hearing her say that you had been sleeping with someone else, and then getting that message...well, his head hadn't been on straight, it had hurt him so bad. But you were here, in his arms, and you hadn't said those horrible things, and you weren't sleeping with anyone but him.
"It's ok now, Jordan. It's over." You lightly kiss his neck, unable to look at him, feeling his silent sobs. He just hugs you tighter, afraid to let you go....
So many feelings had been brought up and sorted through, and you were more in love with Jordan than you had ever though possible. A smile creeps across your face as you hear him in the kitchen, pots and pans clanging. You wrap the sheet around your body as you climb out of bed and silently tiptoe down the hall and peek around the corner.
He was cooking breakfast, wearing only a pair of red silk boxers, the ones you had given him for his birthday, in fact. Jordan was dancing around the kitchen, singing one of your favorite songs, as he flipped pancakes and scrambled eggs.
"Bring me two pina coladas... I want one for each hand...Let's set sail with Captain Morgan and never leave dry land. Hey troubles I forgot 'em... I buried 'em in the sand. So bring me two pina coladas, she said goodbye to her good timin' man."
You snicker into your hand, amused to hear him singing a country song...a Garth song at that. He used to always bitch when you turned on country music. You decided to join in the fun. Jumping out from behind the wall, you dance across the kitchen floor, wiggling suggestively. One hand holds the sheet in place as the other snaps to the beat.
"Then what? What'cha gonna do, when the new wears off and the old shines through and it ain't really love and it ain't really lust...you ain't anybody anybody's gonna trust."
Jordan had been startled at your sudden appearance, but quickly recovered, shimmying up to you, joining you in the rest of Clay Walker's chorus: "Then what? Where ya gonna turn when you can't turn back for the bridges you burned...and fate can't wait to kick you in the butt...then what? Whoa oh, then what?"
With that, Jordan grabbed your ass and ground his hips against yours suggestively.
"I thought you didn't like country," you gasped, trying to compose yourself.
"Well, let's just say that country music is like you. It has to grow on me." Jordan chuckled as you pulled away from him. Slapping his shoulder, you turn around to storm out of the kitchen, trying to act indignant. About two steps away him, you realize that he has ahold of the sheet. You grab for it, but too late. Before you can catch the edge of the sheet, Jordan has yanked it off, leaving you completely nude.
"Now THAT is much better," Jordan states, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You cross your arms over your chest, tapping your foot.
"It may be better, but you can't have any of this body now. Not after that 'grows on ya' comment." Your eyes wander down to the button-fly crotch of his boxers. "But speaking of 'grow'..." you trail off, eyeing his erection.
"Yeah, speak of 'growing', please. You know I love that mouth of yours." Jordan slowly closes the distance between you, pulling his boxers off in the process. Your eyes light up at the sight of his naked body.
"Jordan, you're burning the food," you whisper, unable to catch your breath from the intensity of his gaze. The lust in his eyes is unmistakeable, mirrored in your own.
"Fuck the food," he growls, grabbing your hips and pulling you tightly against him, grinding his rock hard dick against your moist lips.
"I'd rather fuck you," you moan, unconsciously rubbing yourself on him, enjoying the sensations washing over you. Unable to control himself anymore, he snatches you up and carries you to the kitchen table. Clearing the dishes with one hand, he not so gently places you on it, thrusting himself into you at almost the same instant.
"Like this, baby," Jordan grunts, as he pumps his hips against yours, his dick filling you completely. You lay back, wrapping your legs around his waist as he uses your hips as handles, pulling you tightly against him. The pace continues to increase until you feel the table bump into the counter. Your intense fucking has moved it across the room.
You almost laugh, but at that moment, your orgasm hits you, causing you to scream out Jordan's name. You arch up off the table, grabbing his shoulders. Jordan explodes inside you, squeezing your hips almost to the point of pain. As you both slowly catch your breath, he glances at the table and chuckles. "Damn, baby. We made the earth move."
"No, hun. Just the table," you giggle, sitting up and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think breakfast is ruined," you whisper in his ear.
"Why do you think that?" Jordan asks, his mouth pressed into your hair, as his fingers trace lazy circles up and down your back.
"Cuz the stove is on fire," you calmly point out. Jordan abruptly pulls out of you and spins around, seeing that, indeed, the stove IS on fire.
"Holy shit!" he hollers, grabbing a towel and snatching the flaming griddle off the stove, tossing it into the sink as he turns the faucet on. You can't contain your laughter any longer.
"Not only did the earth move, but we also set the kitchen on fire," you laugh, amused at Jordan's comical attempts to extinguish the flames. The pan finally quit burning, leaving the kitchen smoky. "How's that for smoking after sex."
"You are just a real cut up, Trace. My kitchen could have burned down and you sit there cracking jokes." Jordan scolded, trying to sound stern. Your muffled giggles and the humor of the situation got the better of him, and before long he was leaning against the counter, laughing hysterically.
All at once, his laughter stopped and a serious expression transformed his face. His deep brown eyes locked with yours, cutting off your chuckles. "Move in with me."
It wasn't a question. You gaped at him, shocked at his abruptness. "Do what?" you manage.
"You heard me. Move in with me. I'm serious, Tracy," he adds, seeing the corners of your mouth twitching in a sad attempt at a hidden smile. "I love you, and I want to spend every morning with you."
"Moving furniture and setting the apartment on fire," you mumble, trying to contain the hysterics overtaking you.
"Dammit, Tracy! Can't you be serious? What do I have to do, beg you on my hands and knees?" The hurt expression on his face made you realize that he wasn't kidding around. "I love you, Tracy. I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up beside you every morning."
You climb off the table, shocked. In all the time you two had been dating, nothing this serious had ever come up. You didn't know what to say. The pleading in his eyes tore at your heart. How can I say no, you wonder. I don't want to break his heart.
"Jordan, I love you, too. More than I can even begin to tell you..." you begin, crossing the room to hug him. "But I can't move in with you."
You feel his spine stiffen at your words. He grabs your arms and pushes you away from him, so he can look into your eyes. "You can't...why? What's wrong?"
"Look, considering what just happened here... us fucking on your kitchen table and all... This is gonna sound kind of silly," you try to look away, not wanting to see the pain on his face. He grasps your chin in his hand, forcing you to face him. "I just don't think living together is a good idea. When I move in with a man, Jordan, it will be as his wife. No...wait." You place a finger over his lips to keep him from interrupting. "Let me finish ... I know we aren't quite ready for that yet, so let's just leave it at that. Okay?"
Your eyes search his face for a glimmer of understanding. All at once, he breaks into a huge grin. "Thank God! I thought you were gonna say you needed your space, or you didn't want to make that big of a commitment. Alright! That leaves me some hope." Jordan cups your face in his hands and presses his mouth to yours in a quick, but intense kiss.
"We should put some clothes on, so I can take you out to breakfast," Jordan bent down and retrieved his boxers from the floor.
"Quick subject change," you mumble, following him into the bedroom. "Give me 20 minutes, Jordan. I need a quick shower ... ALONE," you emphasize when you see the wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Oh I see how you are," he calls after you as you dash into the bathroom and lock the door behind you. He begins sorting through his closet for something to wear, a silly grin plastered across his face.
Marlene glances up at her son's endearment. "Baby? That can only mean one thing." She shoves Jordan aside and pauses for a moment when she spots you. Your heart stops as you realize that she's probably heard the whole ugly story that Ellen had created, and probably doesn't know the truth. Your apprehension disappears as Marlene envelops you in a huge bear hug.
"My word, Tracy! I never thought I'd see you again." She crushes you to her, and you gladly return the embrace. This woman means almost as much to you as your own mother.
"Long story, Mom ... but none of what you heard was true." She grabs your face between her hands, kissing you square on the mouth.
"Nice to know I'm welcome here," Jordan mutters, shaking his head in mock distress. "My own mother kicked me to the curb for my woman." Marlene turned her attention to her youngest child, calmly walked over to him, and smacked him in the back of the head. "Ow! Mom .. what was that for?" Jordan rubbed his head, eyeing his mother questioningly.
"Didn't I tell you that little troublemaker was lying? But NO!!!!! You had to act like an ignorant man and believe her lies. You could have screwed up the best thing that will ever happen to you by letting your male ego cloud your better judgment." Marlene went up one side of Jordan and down the other, berating him for not trusting in you.
"Ok Mom....okay. I learned my lesson, alright?!" Jordan held his hands up in surrender. "We are together and everything is fine."
"No thanks to you and that little tramp..." Marlene sneered, before she glanced back at you and smiled. "Just in time for your favorite meal, Tracy. Mom's homemade lasagna."
Your mouth watered as you eyed the pan hungrily. "I'm starving! I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast!" Jordan grinned devilishly at you, leaning close to whisper in your ear, "Yeah, but I did, and it was delicious!"
You elbow him playfully as Marlene shakes her head, pretending she hasn't heard her son's little innuendo. "Let's eat," she orders, shooing the both of you into the dining room.
After dinner, you and Marlene are sitting on the couch while Jordan makes some phone calls to his agent. "Oh Mom ... I almost forgot! I brought some more photos I took of Jordan. They're the ones I took before I left for LA." You hand her a thick envelope of what you consider your best work.
"Honey, you have an amazing talent! Too bad you can't take the pictures at your wedding," Marlene commented, leafing through the stack of pictures. You blush at her choice of subject and quickly try to steer the conversation in a different direction.
"He's so beautiful, isn't he? My favorite subject to photograph." You try to avoid Marlene's pointed stare. "See, this one is just amazing. The way the sun lights up his profile ..." You point out several of your favorites, all the while feeling her steady gaze.
"Don't try to change the subject, Tracy. You two belong together. You were meant for each other." Marlene places a hand on your shoulder, leaning closer as her voice drops just above a whisper. "He loves you so much, Tracy. He was miserable without you, even before all that Ellen crap."
You smile at her. "I was miserable without him. I'll be honest with you, Mom. I told my boss that I wouldn't take anymore out of town assignments." Your gaze drops to your hands. "I quit my job for him, Marlene."
"You did what? Why?" Marlene was puzzled. Jordan had told her earlier about asking you to move in with him and you turning him down.
"My boss said if I couldn't handle the job, I should find one somewhere else. He wanted me to pack up and fly to Australia tomorrow for six months of nature shoots." You shift awkwardly in your seat, uncomfortable under her steady gaze. "I told him 'I'm sorry, but koalas and kangaroos are no substitute for Jordan.' He told me to choose. So I did."
"And do you feel you made the right choice?" Marlene inquired, though she thought she already knew the answer.
"Yes, I believe I did." You smile as Jordan strolls into the room whistling, looking like the cat who ate the canary. "Why the smug look, Jordan? What did you do?" you tease, rising to hug him.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all," he grins, planting a kiss on your forehead. He turns to his mom, leaving an arm across your shoulders. "Mom, we have to leave now. I have somewhere I have to be."
You look at him curiously, wondering what he is planning. Marlene gives you both a quick hug, exchanging knowing glances with her son. "Have a good time, you two. So glad to see you back where you belong, Tracy." You smile, returning the warm hug.
"You'll see," he replies mysteriously, hopping into the driver seat. You sit back, letting the wind whip away all negative thoughts. You just want to enjoy being with Jordan.
"We're here," he whispers, startling you out of your daydreams. You quickly glance around, frown lines creasing your forehead.
"A parking lot?" you ask, slowly stepping out of the car.
"Not just any parking lot," Jordan grins. Taking your hand, he leads you toward a bench near the edge of the lot. "Does this look familiar?"
He motions to the bench and you stare at it for a moment before realization hits. "Oh my God! This is our bench," you whisper, running your fingers over the initials carved in the seat. "I didn't know they turned this park into a parking lot."
"Yeah, about 2 months ago, while you were in California. Thank goodness they left our bench here." You barely hear him, you are lost in the memory of your first meeting again. The day Jordan had run you down on his rollerblades.
You glance up at Jordan, surprised when you don't see him. You quickly look around, staring wide eyed at him when you notice he is on one knee in front of you. Your heart leaps into your throat as your knees give out, causing you to sink onto the bench.
Jordan took your hands in his, his chocolate brown eyes shining with love. "Tracy, I brought you here for a special reason. This is where fate drew us together, and this is where I want to pledge my heart, my soul, my undying love and devotion to you. I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes, and wheels, on you," he paused as you giggled at the reference to the rollerblade incident. "I think you know what I'm trying to say here, but I'll ask anyway."
Jordan reaches into his pants pocket and withdraws a small velvet box. Slowly opening the lid, his eyes never leaving yours, he takes the ring out, holding it up to you. "Will you spend the rest of your life by my side, as my wife?"
Tears roll uncontrollably down your cheeks as you attempt to speak. Nothing will come out, so you nod, throwing yourself into his waiting arms. He hugs you tightly, tears threatening to fall from his own eyes.
"Yes," you whisper in his ear, finally finding your voice. "Yes, I will marry you, Jordan." You place kisses all over his face as he puts the ring on your trembling finger. "I love you so much, Jordan."
"I love you too, Tracy. Forever."