by Lea Kinkade
Xander didn’t really need to be in town. He was hoping he might see Jordan if he just happened to drive past her rental house which he just happened to know the location of from her description Sunday at lunch. Maybe if she was at home he would be friendly and drop in to say hello to his little sister’s friend. If not, nobody was the wiser. Jordan had been home, though, and she had been throwing a right nice hissy fit on her porch when he drove up. She was so mad that she hadn't even noticed when he had pulled his SUV into her driveway.
Xander hadn't meant to laugh at her, but she was just so beautiful when she got her mad on like that, he couldn’t help himself. She had fire in her, that’s for sure.
He had surprised her. That much had been clear. And embarrassed her a little too, if her red-faced blush was any indication. He had offered to help her, using his lunch meeting excuse for being in the area. While he helped her with the heavy items, he noticed her watching his ass. He didn’t mind. He covertly checked out her assets as well. They flirted a little and he ended up asking her to go dancing with him on Friday night, hoping to spend a little more time with her. He hadn't meant for it to be a date, but damned if that’s not what he’d called it as he left. He couldn’t stop smiling either. What the fuck?
Xander shook himself out of his daydreams for the fifth time and listened as Jim finished speaking and looked at Xander expectantly. Xander quickly reiterated in two minutes what he thought it had taken Jim thirty minutes to say, the two men shook hands, and the deal was sealed. On the way back to the Ranch, Xander drove by Jordan’s house again, even though it was out of his way, and sighed in disappointment. Her house was shut up and her car was gone. He drove back to the Ranch and tried to keep his mind on work and not a beautiful little black-haired seductress who smelled of lilacs, tempting him beyond what he had thought possible just one week ago. He wanted Jordan Preston bad.
Chapter 6
Jordan had a hectic morning lining the shelves on the shelving units she had delivered yesterday. The store had not been able to deliver them on Wednesday when she bought them, but the delivery driver had shown up at 9:00 a.m. sharp Thursday morning and placed them in the pottery room, as she now called it, right where she asked him to place them. She was trying to get the special liners on each of the shelves before she had to get ready for work this afternoon. Yesterday had been spent waiting for the satellite TV guy to show up and install her new television. Her new laptop and Kindle had also been delivered yesterday, and Jordan had spent some time getting them set up as well. Jordan had gotten online and registered her new Kindle immediately and downloaded some of her favorite erotic romances from her account before downloading a few new ones as well. All featuring handsome cowboy hunks that reminded her of Xander.
Too soon, it was time to take a shower and get ready for work. Smelling of lilacs, Jordan quickly braided her hair, as she usually did for work, while it was still a little damp. This would give her hair some nice body when she loosened it from the braid for her date with Xander. She applied her makeup a little more carefully, using just some mascara, bronzing powder, and lip gloss, and she was ready to go. She grabbed some leftovers out of the fridge for her dinner break, and she was on her way.
As usual, Jordan walked the five blocks to the club in just a few minutes. Tonight was her first weekend night working at the club. Even if she was only on duty until 10:00 p.m., there would be a good two hours of being really busy before her shift ended. She was scheduled to handle the bar traffic tonight until the end of her shift, so it wouldn't be that much different from what she usually did, just busier.
Jordan was busy from the minute she arrived for her shift. She was responsible for stocking behind the bar for the busy evening to come. At her break, several coworkers dropped by the break room and asked what she had brought that smelled so good. It was one of her own concoctions—chicken stir-fry with curry.
When her break was over, she continued to prep the bar for the evening ahead. The club wasn't real busy yet, but people were beginning to stream in through front door. Jordan had more bar patrons to handle and more walk-ups, as the waitresses were just getting ready to go on shift. Ryder came by to check on her, saw she was doing fine, gave her a thumbs-up, and headed upstairs. A short time later, Ryan did the same. Jordan didn't have a chance to even look up at the clock until nearly 10:00 p.m. when Ryder got her attention, smiled, and waved her over to the side of the bar.
“You’re doing a great job tonight, sweetheart,” he congratulated her. “Looks like you’ve been working the place for years, not just days. Make sure you check out at 10:00 p.m., I hear you’re getting together with the ‘brat pack’ after you’re off shift, and I don’t want to get blamed if you’re late.” At Jordan’s look of confusion, he clarified, “You know, my sister and the rest of the girls.” He smiled and walked back toward the offices.
At 10:00 p.m. Ryan walked up to her and said, “Time to check out, darlin’. Go have some fun. You did a great job tonight.” Jordan checked out and went to the break room, getting her extra clothes from her locker. She changed into a gauzy purple blouse, matching black-and-purple skirt, and black high-heeled boots in the large employees’ bathroom. She also freshened up her makeup and let her hair down. The outfit would have been just the thing in New York. She’d have to see how it translated here in Deseo. She had seen a few other women wearing similar things at the club.
* * * *
Xander watched Jordan approach his sister’s table from his spot at the downstairs bar. He had come downstairs after his game of pool with Ryder and Ryan, the three of them playing a couple of more games after Dillon and Levi had taken off around 9:00 p.m. Ryder and Ryan didn’t approve of his attraction to Jordan any more than Jessie did. However, they all agreed she was a big girl and could make her own decisions. Jessie, however, had told him to watch his balls if he hurt her best friend. It was just dancing, for crying out loud.
He watched as Jordan ordered a margarita and a shot of Cuervo Gold. Xander noticed she was looking around for him while trying to look like she wasn't. As soon as she had knocked back the shot and a few gulps of her margarita, he approached the table and asked her if she was ready to dance.
Jordan looked up at Xander with a wide grin like she was happy to see him. She set her drink down, asking Jessie to watch it for her, and said, “Cowboy up! Let’s dance.” They took to the floor to a quick two-step to “Picture to Burn” by Taylor Swift. Next came “Summertime” by Kenny Chesney. Xander thought Jordan was a natural dancer. He had seen her getting “lessons” from those cowboys last Friday night. She moved like she'd been dancing to country music all of her life. She had a natural grace about her, and despite their height differences, they seemed to fit together perfectly. Xander knew they would fit together in other endeavors as well.
Next came a slow dance, and Xander took full advantage of it, pulling Jordan close into his body and nestling her head against his chest as the DJ played “Who Are You When I’m Not Looking” by Blake Shelton. After two more fast dances, Jordan pleaded extreme thirst and asked to go back to the table for her drink. She slammed down the remainder of her margarita and asked for another from the waitress. Jessie got up to dance with a tall, blonde cowboy, and Jordan promised to watch their drinks. Jessie finished her second margarita and ordered another.
Xander was a little concerned. At this rate, she would be inebriated before he could get her home and try to talk her into bed. Jordan just looked at him and told him she had some catching up to do, reminding him that this was just her third drink of the evening.
Jessie came back to the table after several dances and whispered something to Jordan. When the next song came on, Jordan started laughing as the DJ started playing “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off” by Joe Nichols. Jordan took another sip from her fresh margarita and pulled Xander from his seat out to the dance floor.
* * * *
Jordan could feel the buzz from the alcohol, but she was in one of her moods, as J
essie could obviously sense, given the song that she’d had played for her. That song was an inside joke from their college days when Jessie would drag Jordan out to the bars to dance on the weekends. The song could have been written about Jordan. No other kind of liquor affected Jordan like tequila. She had never learned to two-step back then, but that didn't stop her from shaking what her momma gave her when the DJ would play songs by Lynyrd Skynyrd, Bon Jovi, and the like. Like the girl in the song, Jordan would often be out on the dance floor in her stocking or bare feet, depending on her footwear for the evening. Playing that song was Jessie’s promise to watch out for Jordan and not let her make too big a fool of herself.
She and Xander danced for another half hour when the song “Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not” by Thompson Square came on. Xander and Jordan were out on the dance floor and danced closer to each other than the song would normally call for. Jordan was throwing a few dirty dancing moves at Xander, and he was getting hot and bothered like he usually did when he was around her. Finally, Jordan led him back to the table where she finished her margarita and he finished his beer. It was around midnight.
Xander leaned into her closely. “Can we get out of here and go to your place and talk? We can’t really do that here.”
“Talk?” Jordan smiled mischievously. She got the feeling he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than talk.
“Talk and get to know each other better,” said Xander, answering her smile with a seductive one of his own.
“Okay, I’ll let you drive me home. Let me tell Jessie I’m leaving now.” Jordan searched the table and the dance floor but couldn't see Jessie anywhere.
“Where’s Jessie?” she asked Kendra.
“I don’t know. She was dancing with a blonde cowboy, and then Rio came up to her and said something. It looked like they got into an argument, and I haven’t seen either of them since. I’m sure she’s around somewhere. She’s probably just in the bathroom.”
“Oh, okay. When you see her, let her know I went home, okay?”
“No problem.” Kendra gave Jordan a smile, eying Xander curiously. “Have fun.”
Jordan grabbed her purse from the break room and let Xander lead her from the club. He handed Jordan up into the Escalade and got in himself. He drove the few blocks to her house and pulled all the way into her driveway, where his vehicle was not visible from the street. No reason for people to talk.
Xander helped Jordan out of the Escalade and took her hand as they walked to the back door of the house. Jordan, still feeling a slight buzz from the tequila, felt the tingle from his touch spreading up from her hand to her whole body. Tonight was the night.
Xander unlocked the back door for her and walked into the kitchen ahead of Jordan. Without asking, he did a sweep of the house, making sure all was well. Returning to the kitchen, he put his hand on Jordan’s arm, where she had busied herself at the coffeemaker, and pulled her around to face him. Jordan turned into his embrace and looked up at him. They just stared at each other. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Jordan said impishly, “Are you gonna kiss me or not?” Xander immediately bent down and took her mouth in a feverish kiss.
Jordan opened her mouth to his insistent tongue and lost herself in his hot kiss, his strong embrace. Xander picked her up at the waist and gently placed her on the countertop. Wedging a place between her thighs with his hard-muscled body, he continued the devastating kiss, plundering her mouth with his. As he pulled her forward, her pussy pressed against his hard abs, making it slick with need. Jordan felt real desire take hold of her for the first time in her life. She ached all over. Her breasts ached. Her pussy ached. She couldn’t get close enough to him to assuage the need. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together behind his back. Her arms trailed up his arms to his shoulders, her fingers finally grasping the hair at the nape of his neck.
His hands stroked her breasts through the thin cotton of her gauzy blouse. Her nipples were hard little nubbins beneath the fabric, even with the silky material of her pretty black bra in the way. He reached down to her waist and pulled the blouse out of her skirt. Barely breaking their kiss, he continued pulling the blouse up and over her head. He tossed it aside then moved his lips to her neck and breathed in deeply of her scent. Lilacs. She smelled like lilacs.
He broke the kiss and looked at her breasts through the lacy black confection that was supposed to be a bra. Dragging in heaving breaths, he went to work on the fastening to that little wisp of nothing. He licked his way to a spot just under her ear and began kissing his way down the side of her throat to the point where shoulder and neck met. Once there, he switched directions and kissed over her collarbone to a point just above her left breast. Having pried the bra open at last, he drew it away from her heated body and kissed his way down toward one turgid nipple.
Meanwhile, Jordan gripped his shirt just above the waistband of his jeans and starting pulling at it as if she was frantic to feel his skin under her fingers. Once she had the bottom of his shirt out of his jeans, she glided her hands underneath the shirt upward until she felt his nipples with her fingertips. His nipples were stiff and responsive. A shudder tore through him. Not yet satisfied, she skimmed her hands back down his rock-hard chest and abs, moving her hands out from underneath his shirt. Gliding her hands back up his torso over the front of his shirt, she began to slip the buttons free one at a time, working her way downward, one slow button at a time.
Once she fumbled her way through all the buttons, she shoved the material of his shirt back to either side of his body and marveled at the look and feel of his sculpted chest and washboard abs. His chest was tanned, carved from stone, and beautiful. She let out a deep moan of need as she felt his lips begin to suck at one of her aching nipples.
* * * *
Moving his mouth to her other breast, Xander kissed and nipped Jordan’s other nipple. Suddenly, Xander became aware that they were about to have sex in the middle of a brightly lit kitchen, at night, where anybody driving by could see them through the windows. Pulling her close, he placed one arm across her back and slipped the other arm under her ass. Biceps bulging, he lifted her up and, with her legs still wrapped tight around his waist, he stumbled down the hall toward her bedroom.
Once in her bedroom, Xander made straight for the bed where he lowered her down to the comforter, removing his arms from around her. He immediately followed her down, never breaking the skin to skin contact. Xander grasped her under her arms and shimmied them farther up the bed until her glorious raven-black hair was spread out on her pillows. Pulling back slightly and taking in the bounty now laid before him, he looked into her eyes and rasped lowly, “Is this what you want, angel?” Wrapping her hands around his bulging biceps, Jordan pulled him back to her, sighing, “Yes, Xander. I want this. Make love to me.”
Although Xander wanted to correct the words she had used to describe what they were doing, he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. Instead, his hands went to the waist of her gauzy skirt, and he slowly began pulling it from her body. Jordan arched her hips off the bed to help him in his quest, leaving her in only her silky black thong. Jordan’s hands descended to his washboard stomach and went to the waist of his jeans. She succeeded in getting the button undone and started to slide down the zipper of his jeans to release his rock-hard erection. Xander’s hands on her wrists stopped her. Jordan looked up at him in confusion, explicit need darkening her face.
“If your hands get any closer to my cock, this will be over before it starts,” he huffed in a panting breath. Instead, he quickly stood up from the bed and finished taking off his clothing, fumbling a little in his haste. Once naked, he leaned over her and tore the thong from her body. His fully erect cock pressed against his taut abdomen.
Xander crawled back onto on the bed and loomed over her, remembering something at the last moment. “Condom?” he rasped.
“Don’t need one. I’m clean. I’m on the pill. Please, come in me now. I want to feel you inside me
.” Jordan’s voice was hoarse with her need to have him inside her now.
“I know I’m clean. I just got tested. I always use condoms. Have you been tested?” He wanted to be inside her more than anything, but he hadn’t been bareback in a woman in twelve years. He had never been tempted until now.
“I’m clean.” No way was she telling him she was a virgin.
Wanting to get his cock into her so badly, he took her at her word as he lowered himself to settle his body between her luscious thighs. Grasping her legs, he bent her knees and pressed both feet flat onto the bed. His hands pressed to either side of her, he moved his lips slowly down her magnificent body, spreading her luscious thighs wide with his shoulders while nipping at her breasts, her belly, and then just above her mound. He could smell her arousal mixed in with the lilac scent that was Jordan. Lilac was fast becoming his favorite scent.
* * * *
As his mouth got closer to her slick folds, Jordan tried to shield herself, flushing bright red. Xander held her hands away from her body, lifted his face and growled, “I want to taste you.” Bending back down, he angled his mouth down to her hot, throbbing pussy.
“No one’s ever done that before,” she admitted shyly. She didn’t want to tell him that she had never given a man a chance to go down there. That would just scare him away.
“There’s a first time for everything.” Moving his mouth back to her pussy, he held her wet lips open with the fingers of one strong hand and leaned in to tongue her tight cunt. His talented tongue made foray after foray into her hot, wet pussy, licking through her folds and taking her cream. Jordan couldn’t believe the sensations flooding her body. His five-o’clock shadow rasped against her thighs. Her body was tightening up like there was a spring centered in her pussy. Just when she didn't think she could take any more, he found a spot that sent her into the stratosphere, moaning out his name with her release.