Kinkade, Lea - Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not? [The Chisholms of Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lea Kinkade

  Xander’s tongue slowly and methodically lapped at her as he got to know the flavor of her sweet pussy, licking and sucking with abandon. Sensing she was close to another orgasm by the clenching of her drenched pussy on his tongue, he honed in on her clit, toppling her over the edge, making her cry out again in ecstasy. When her cries quieted, he kissed her swollen pussy lips gently, raised his head and moved slowly back toward her mouth, kissing parts of her flushed body as he rose up to take her mouth again, angling his mouth over her lips for a deep, wet kiss.

  Jordan couldn't believe the intense orgasms she’d just had. Sure, she’d had orgasms before, but her own fingers had never been able to lift her to that height before. He continued to kiss her hungrily as his hands focused on her nipples, strumming them into awareness once again. His taste was different, and she realized that she could taste herself in his mouth and on his tongue. She didn’t know why she found that so sexy, but it was. Her desire began to mount again.

  Jordan felt Xander raise himself on his knees above her as he lifted the twin globes of her ass in his hands. He lined up his hungry-looking cock with her steaming-hot pussy. She was drenched from her earlier orgasm. He thrust into her pussy with one hard lunge. Jordan stiffened against him for a moment and Xander started to back off. He froze when she wrapped her arms and legs around his body and began writhing against him.

  “No. Don’t leave me. Take me, Xander.”

  Taking her cue, he allowed her to pull him back into her body. He began to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy as he reached for his own pleasure. As he began to thrust deeply in and out of her, he could feel the head of his cock nudging against her cervix with each hard thrust. Looking down at Jordan’s face, he saw the look of wonder as her orgasm began to build, taking her higher.

  Jordan cried out Xander’s name in pleasure just as Xander felt her come again around his straining cock. He couldn’t believe how responsive she was to him. He was just a few strokes away from his own release. He tunneled his cock into her again, once, twice, a third time, and ecstasy gripped him as his balls tightened up and his seed shot deep into her body. He gave a shout and fell onto her as his orgasm took hold of him. He quickly rolled to her side pulling her along with him so that she was nestled to his side.

  “Are you all right, Jordan?” he asked huskily. “I’m sorry. That was fast. I wanted to take more time with you.”

  “I’ve never been better. It was perfect.” She draped her right arm over his chest and, with her thigh draped over his, absently stroked her hand over his sculpted chest and abdomen. He reached down with his left arm and pulled the quilt from the bottom of the bed, spreading it over them. They lay together until their breathing slowed.

  Stunned by what had just happened—having just had the best sex of his life—Xander lay there until he felt her breathing slow and become regular. She was deeply asleep. Wanting nothing more than to lie there and fall asleep with her in his arms, Xander gently removed his arm from around her and rolled silently off the bed. She sighed and moved into the warmth left by his absent body. Xander pulled the quilt close around her. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t be having the feelings that were coursing through him. It was just a fuck. A great fuck, yeah. But just a fuck.

  Walking into the bathroom, Xander started to clean himself off when something on the light-blue washcloth caught his eye. It was blood. Confused, he went back into the bedroom, moved the quilt, and looked down at the light-blue comforter where they had just had sex. What he saw there confused him even more. He saw more blood. What the hell? he thought to himself. Had Jordan been a virgin? Had he just deflowered a virgin? Thinking back to her reaction when he had first entered her body, he was stunned as he realized it was not surprise or his abrupt entry into her body that had caused her to stiffen, but pain.

  This could not be happening. Anger started to build in him. No wonder she’d said she was safe. She was a fucking virgin! Of course she was safe! Hot anger slowly gave way to cold fury. He did not do virgins. They came with all that flowery shit called love. Xander didn’t do love. Not since Sophie. Not for twelve years. Not since he had learned that his blushing and seemingly naive fiancée had had an abortion behind his back after he had begged her to marry him for the sake of the baby. He was never supposed to have known about the abortion. She had planned to come to him tearfully and claim she had a miscarriage after the wedding. If not for his brother, Levi, hearing her and her mother discussing their sick plan in the bridal room right before the wedding, he would never have known, and Sophie would have taken him and his family to the proverbial cleaners. Her plan had been to milk him for all the money she could, all while not ruining her figure with an actual baby.

  No. This was so not going to happen again. Xander needed some answers. Jordan had promised she was on the pill, but she could be lying. If she was, she was going to take that morning-after pill to be sure she didn't end up pregnant. No way was he going to risk being trapped like that again. Xander swiftly pulled on his clothing. Then he sat down on the chair next to the bed, his eyes cold with the fury that still gripped him, as he waited for Jordan to wake up. She had some explaining to do.

  Chapter 7

  Jordan came awake slowly and lay on the bed without moving. She could tell from the small amount of light entering the room that it must be around dawn. Her heart falling, she realized that Xander was no longer in bed with her. Sighing in disappointment, she opened her eyes and wished she hadn’t. For sitting in the chair directly across from her she found a pair of cold emerald-green eyes spearing her where she lay. From the tense way he was holding himself, she could tell he was murderously angry. She vaguely wondered what had happened to cause that icy anger, but before she had a chance to voice her question, he lashed out at her. “You were a virgin! You lied to me.” His voice was accusing and icy as he coldly accused her of lying to him. She would never have guessed he could speak so coldly.

  She was still muzzy from sleep, but went instantly on the defensive. “I never lied to you. You just assumed I was experienced. I never told you I wasn’t a virgin.”

  “You knew I wasn’t expecting a virgin. You should have told me. You lied by omission.” Xander’s voice was dark with anger. “Are you even on the pill, or did you lie about that, too?”

  “I wouldn’t lie about something like that. What do you take me for? Of course I’m on the pill.” She was quiet and hurt that he could mistrust her so much on such an important issue.

  “Show me,” he demanded. “Show me your birth control pills.”

  Jordan quietly got up from the bed and wrapped the quilt protectively around her naked body. She padded into the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet, pulling out her partially used packet of birth control pills. “See?” Her voice was stony as she held them out for him to look at. Xander tore the packet from her hands and opened it.

  The packet was partially used, and the date it had been filled was about two weeks ago. That coincided with what he saw from the open packet. His anger deflated a little, and he handed her back the packet of pills. “You should have told me. I wouldn’t have fucked you if I’d known you were a virgin.”

  His use of the word “fucked” hurt her deeply. Jordan had made love last night. She knew, now, why she reacted to him so strongly, when every other man she had ever dated had left her totally cold. She loved him. She had fallen in love with him when he walked in the door of Chaps & Spurs last Friday night.

  Evidently, to him she was just another lay. It hurt. “You should probably go now, Xander.” She spoke softly. She was fighting tears and didn't want to break down in front of him. “As you can see, I wasn’t trying to trap you or anything. I just wanted to be with you. That’s all. Just be with you. I didn’t want there to be anything between us. I wanted to feel you inside me. Don’t worry. I won’t bother you again. Please lock the door on your way out. I think I need a shower.” The deep pain she was feeling was evident in her voice.

  Not loo
king at him, Jordan turned her back and slowly walked back through the bathroom door, shut it, and turned the lock. She dropped the quilt in the middle of the floor and stepped to the shower, turning it on so that the water had a chance to grow warm. She didn't hear Xander as he left. Once the water was warm enough, Jordan stepped inside. She let the tears fall, sobbing into her hands as she let go of all the hurt and pain Xander had left her with. Finally, cried out and needing to rid herself of the smell of a man who just wanted to fuck her, Jordan began washing and scrubbing her body and hair with her lilac-scented soaps.

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  Xander stood there silently for a few moments as he heard the click of the lock on the bathroom door. She thought she had to lock the door against him? What the hell was that all about? He wouldn’t hurt her. As he stood there getting mad all over again at the insinuation that she had to protect herself from him, he heard her start to sob. Steeling himself against the sound, Xander turned and walked toward the bedroom door, intending to leave. Not knowing what to do, he slowly walked through the doorway and shut the door behind him. He got as far as the back door in the kitchen and couldn't go any further. Something in Jordan’s sobs had gotten to him. Had gotten to a part of him that he thought had died twelve years ago. He couldn't just walk away like he had so many times since his supposed wedding day so many years ago. He had to see where this would lead. He had to stay and see if what he felt for Jordan could lead to something more. But he had to keep his head on straight, too. He wasn’t going to risk his heart again until he was sure of her.

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  Once she had scrubbed every inch of her body, Jordan stumbled from the shower and quickly dried herself. Pulling on her robe from the hook on the bathroom door, she made her way back into the bedroom. She went to the closet and pulled out a skirt and a blouse. She took both over to the dresser, took out a bra and a pair of panties, pulled them on, and finished getting dressed. She was in dire need of a cup of coffee. Purposefully, she opened up the door to go to the kitchen to make the strongest cup of coffee she had ever had. When she turned the corner from the hallway and walked into the kitchen, there stood Xander. He looked like hell, she thought to herself, wanting to go to him and take him in her arms. In the next moment, she remembered how things had been left between them not thirty minutes ago.

  Jordan was miserable. She didn't think she could take any more of his abuse. “I thought you left. Why are you still here, Xander? Do you have more accusations to hurl at me?”

  “I couldn’t leave, all right? I heard you crying. I couldn’t leave. I’m sorry if I jumped to some bad conclusions. I’m sorry I made you cry. This whole situation just brought back some really painful memories about a backstabbing bitch from my past. I’m not ready to talk about her with you yet, but I didn’t want to leave either. I want to keep seeing you, Jordan. I want to get to know you better. I want to give this a shot. Can you forgive me? Can we keep going and see where this takes us?” He talked fast, hoping to get his explanation out before she kicked him out the door.

  Jordan was torn. She wanted this more than anything, but she didn't think she could bear it if he hurt her again. Her heart was too involved. “Are you sure that’s what you really want to do? I don’t know who this other woman was, but I want you to know that I would never try to trap you like that. I know women may try to get close to you for your family’s money. I don’t want your money. I just want you.” Jordan spoke softly, not wanting to ruin the mood that was descending over them.

  “I’d like to see where this could go. We don’t really know each other that well. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’d like to spend time with you and get to know each other better. See if there could be something more between us.”

  “I’d like that, too, Xander.” Jordan was hopeful now where before she had been devastated.

  “How about we spend the day together. I know you probably have to work tonight, but I could stay until you have to go in.” He said this in a seductive manner as he slowly crossed the kitchen and took her into his arms.

  “What kind of getting to know each other better did you have in mind?” Jordan was a little breathless as he had started to massage her back from her shoulders to her ass with broad sweeping strokes of his incredibly talented hands.

  “I thought we could start where we left off and go from there.” He was grinning that sexy grin of his that she couldn't resist.

  “I think that’s what got us into trouble in the first place,” Jordan demurred. As she broke away from his arms, Jordan called cheekily, “What the hell! Last one naked is a rotten egg.” She ran down the hall, stripping off clothes as she moved, with Xander close on her heels.

  Chapter 8

  Jordan clocked in at Chaps & Spurs just before 2:00 p.m. that Saturday. Her body was pleasurably sore in all the right places. Xander had stayed until 1:00 p.m. and then left to give her time to get ready for work in peace. The morning had been utterly wonderful and satisfying. Her cell phone had rung a couple of times. Jordan had known it was Jessie, but Xander wouldn't let her answer it, saying he wanted her undivided attention on him. To be fair, he didn’t answer his cell phone either.

  The only awkwardness between them had come when Xander asked if she was going to be at Sunday lunch at his parents’ the next day. Jordan asked him if there was some reason why she shouldn’t be there. She reminded him what his mother had said at last Sunday’s lunch, telling Jordan she would take it as an insult if Jordan didn't join them on a regular basis for Sunday lunch at the Ranch. Xander responded that he thought they should keep their relationship under wraps for now because of the stir it would cause in his family. His family would naturally wonder and worry about the nature of the relationship and pressure each of them about it. Knowing his family and the truth of his concerns, Jordan reluctantly agreed to keep their relationship a secret for the time being. She realized Xander had some issues with love and trust that stemmed from a broken relationship many years ago. She decided that he was right to take this new relationship slow and agreed that his family knowing about the two of them would just cause unnecessary concern. She went to work and they agreed to meet the next day.

  Jordan arrived for lunch at the Ranch right at 11:30 a.m. and maintained a congenial but distant manner toward Xander. Nobody appeared to notice anything amiss. Jordan hated lying to Jessie. She had told Jessie that she had not felt well on Friday night and that’s why she left so abruptly. Jordan also explained that was why she didn’t answer her phone Saturday morning. Jessie didn’t seem to know that Xander had taken her home, so she took Jordan’s word for it and let the subject drop. Jessie seemed to have other things on her mind, so it took her focus off Jordan, at least for now.

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  Jordan’s shift seemed to drag on forever as she waited for 10:00 p.m. to come. Xander was meeting her at 10:30 p.m. at her house. They had talked it out and decided that, since their work hours were so different, it made more sense for Xander to meet Jordan at her house every night after work so they could have time together. He had warned her that he wouldn’t be able to spend the night, as his days started early, and he would have to go home after they’d had a few hours with each other. Jordan resolved to make the most of their precious time together.

  Jordan walked home swiftly at the end of her shift. Once she got home, she immediately stepped into the shower and washed the smoke out of her hair and off her skin. As she finished drying her hair, Jordan heard a soft knock on the back door. Flying to answer the door, Jordan reached out, tugging Xander into the house, pressing her lips to his in a long, slow, seductive kiss. “I missed you.” She was breathless from their kiss.

  “Missed you, too, angel,” drawled Xander.

  Leading him to the sofa in the living room, Jordan pressed her body up close against his. She could both see and feel the ridge of his hard cock beneath his jeans and thrilled that she had this effect on him. He had the same kind of effect on her. Her breasts already felt heavy wit
h desire, and she felt her pussy begin to weep. Sitting side by side on the sofa, they talked and necked for several hours. It was nearly 2:00 a.m. before Xander pulled her closer to him and told her, “I need to be going, but I need to be inside your pussy before I go.”

  Jordan had learned by now that Xander didn’t mean anything derogatory when he said certain words during sex that she might have objected to at first. He just liked to talk dirty while having sex. She had read enough erotic novels to know that some men liked this, so she didn’t take offense anymore and also used some of the same words when they were together.

  Jordan’s need echoing his, she silently took his hand in hers and led him to the bedroom. Once there, they tore off each other’s clothing. They met in the middle of the bed, naked and on their knees, chest to chest. Xander took her mouth with his, and her body simply ignited. Moving slowly, Xander tried to gently maneuver her down onto her back. Jordan resisted, saying somewhat shyly, “I want to taste you. I never have before.”

  Not about to pass up such an offer, Xander nodded and sat on the bed as he waited for her to take the lead. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Jordan gently pushed Xander back onto the bed. She climbed on top of him, her legs bent and spread on either side of his hips. Her pussy was riding low over his now hard and glorious cock. Edging her way down his body, Jordan leaned over Xander’s turgid manhood, her head bent over his groin. Her long, dark hair enveloped his body like a waterfall, engulfing her face and his cock.