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

by Lea Kinkade

  Xander’s cock was big and hard, weeping a drop of cum for her. Jordan leaned down and tentatively licked the drop from the slit of his cock. She raised her eyes and looked into his face before bending down to kiss the tip of his hard length. Her moss-green eyes held his emerald-green ones as her tongue flicked out, running it back and forth over the sensitive underside of his cock and down to its base. Lying back on his elbows, he watched her intently through hooded eyes rampant with desire. Her eyes slid closed as she focused on giving him pleasure.

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  The feel of her hot, silky tongue licking his cock was almost Xander’s undoing. She gently worked her way up to the head again, lips parted. He watched intently as she took every turgid inch of his dick into her hot, wet mouth. His body was subsumed by both agony and ecstasy at the feeling of his hard length being consumed by her hot little mouth. Jordan sucked his cock like she was starving and his cock was her favorite milkshake. He groaned raggedly, and she hummed in quiet response over his stiff length, sending sensual vibrations through his entire body. Her kisses and licks made him harder than he had ever been. His cock was a steel pole. She sucked it into her mouth with gusto until the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. He thought he would come right then. She wrapped the base of his penis in her soft little hand, sliding it slowly back and forth, matching the rhythm of her moist mouth. His balls drew up toward his body. He was shaking under her assault. His hips lifted uncontrollably, and he thrust his cock farther into her mouth as she continued to suck with abandon. Suddenly, his body tightened, and he felt pulsing streams of his cum jetting into her mouth. “Holy fuck,” he shouted as he nearly came off the bed, shooting his cum deep into her throat. His hands wound deep in her hair, kneading her skull and keeping his exploding cock deep in her mouth. She struggled to swallow every drop of his cum, only letting his semi-hard cock slip from her mouth when she seemed sure she had gotten every little bit of his seed. When his cock slid out of her mouth, she licked the length clean before sitting back on her knees and looking up into his face. Her smile was one of pure joy. She seemed to enjoy the experience as much as he had.

  Jordan climbed up his body and moved to Xander’s side, letting her hand slowly caress his chest as his breathing slowed back to normal. She leaned up to kiss his lips, and he put his arms around her and pulled her on top of his sated body.

  “Let me get my second wind, and I’ll take care of you, angel. That was amazing. Where’d you learn how to do that?”

  “I love erotic romances. I pay attention to the love scenes and how they do things.”

  “I may have to read some of those. That was awesome.” He looked to the bedside table and saw it was nearly 2:30 a.m. “Let me take care of you now, angel.”

  “No,” Jordan demurred with a smile. “Tonight was about you. I wanted to give you something back for the pleasure you gave me this weekend. I know you need to get home so you can get some sleep before you have to start your day. You can pay me back tomorrow night.”

  When he started to argue, she just looked into his eyes. “Please, Xander. Let tonight be my gift to you. Besides, I'm still a little sore from before. Tomorrow is soon enough.”

  “I’m sorry, angel.” Why hadn’t she told him she was sore? “I didn’t know. I should have guessed you’d be sore after all we did. I’m sorry for not taking better care of you.”

  “Oh, you took great care of me cowboy. Everything you did, I wanted you to do. Besides, I didn’t want you to know I was sore. It’s embarrassing. Maybe you could bring some lubricant with you tomorrow night. Your cock is pretty big. This may be an issue until I get more used to you. And I definitely plan on getting used to that big hard cock of yours, cowboy.

  “Now go.” She shooed him out of the bed. “Go get some rest before you have to go to work. I plan on sleeping in myself.”

  After he was dressed, he bent down to where she remained on the bed and gave her a gentle kiss. “See you tomorrow night, angel,” he promised as he left the room. As he left, he made sure the back door was shut and locked. His quiet engine made very little sound as he backed out of her driveway. He couldn't wait to see her again.

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  Over the next week, her time with Xander took on a dreamlike pattern. Jordan worked on her pottery during the day before she went to work at Chaps & Spurs, and Xander came over nearly every night. They would always talk and neck for a while, and then Xander would pull her into the bedroom and make love to her. During their talks, Jordan shared herself with Xander. She shared with him the heartache of her mother’s illness and death. She shared how lonely she had been after her mother’s death, and how she had had no real friends in New York City. She talked about how much she valued her friendship with Jessie and her budding friendships with the women Jessie had introduced Jordan to at the club.

  She talked about her love of pottery and the artsy part of her that came out in her pottery, her clothes, her home decorating, and her cooking. Xander had had occasion to see the results of her artistic endeavors in all of these areas, and he wholeheartedly approved of her artistic side, just as he approved of her practical side that led her to relocate to Deseo rather than dip into her legacy from her mother’s life insurance. She never told him how much was in the trust, but she knew he thought it must be small since she didn't want to dip into it unless absolutely necessary. She knew a lot of people would think she was stupid. After all, there was more than one million dollars in the trust, but she didn't want the money to change how people treated her, so she had gotten used to keeping that information to herself. She spoke of her hopes and dreams for the future, not letting on how much of a part he now played in that future.

  In return, Xander told her about his work at the Ranch, and how much he missed riding it on a daily basis. He shared his plans to add a layer of executives beneath him to take on some of the more mundane day-to-day operations of the Ranch he was currently responsible for. He shared how he thought it was necessary for a Chief Operating Officer to still have time out in the trenches, so to speak, to get a true feel for what was going on at a ranch. He talked about how he sometimes spent Saturdays or Sundays driving or riding the Ranch just to keep in touch with the land. Xander also shared with her stories of his family and growing up with such a large number of siblings. She enjoyed those stories the most.

  Two amazing weeks went by like this. Then one of the other bartenders at the club hurt her ankle pretty badly. Jordan and the other bartenders picked up the slack for her by working some extra shifts. Jordan was now working nearly every day, and some of those shifts she got off too late for Xander to come over. Jordan hadn't had a day off for nearly three weeks due to the timing of the accident that felled her coworker when she finally got a Saturday night off. Although it was one of the best nights for tips, Jordan relished having the night off. She and Xander were still keeping their relationship low-key, so instead of expecting him to take her out for dinner, she was going to cook a fancy meal for him before letting him talk her into bed.

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  When Xander’s phone rang, he was in the middle of a strenuous workout after putting in a full day at his desk. He leaned over to see the display on his cell phone and saw that it was Jordan. Picking up the phone, he answered, “Hello, angel. I was thinking about you. Wondering if you had to work late Saturday or if my boneheaded brothers were finally going to give you a night off. You’ve been looking kind of tired.”

  “You haven’t been getting any more sleep than I have,” she softly replied.

  “Well, angel, I get a full night’s sleep when you have to work late."

  “Well, as it happens, I've just been given tomorrow night off. I was wondering if I could cook you dinner. My place around 6:00 o’clock?” This was the first time Jordan had asked him over for dinner, and she waited hopefully for his reply.

  Xander kicked himself. In a moment of desperation and outright terror yesterday, he had made another date with Stephanie Kramer. He had ru
n into the nosy blonde at Michael’s, one of the nicest restaurants in town, where he was having lunch with a business associate. Seeming somewhat put out that he hadn't called her in several weeks, she had started asking a bunch of nosy questions about what was occupying his time, saying that she hadn't heard of him dating anyone else.

  He still wanted to keep his budding relationship, or whatever he would call it with Jordan, a secret. He knew that if he told Stephanie he was seeing someone else, it would be all over town, and back to his interfering family, in less than an hour. In desperation, Xander had given her a line about being really busy with work. When she suggested she was free for the evening on Saturday, Xander gratefully grabbed the save and had asked her out for dinner and dancing. He could take her out of town for dinner. Jordan didn't even have to know. Besides, they really hadn’t agreed to be exclusive.

  Now Jordan was asking him over for dinner on Saturday night. He knew if he told her he had another date, she would be hurt and probably mad as hell at him. She might even end things with him. Hell, he didn’t want that. He wasn’t ready to have things end between them. The sex was too good. He didn’t want to think about why her feelings mattered so much to him. So he told her part of the truth, claiming he had a business dinner that night and that it would probably be late when he got back. He apologized profusely and told her he was sorry, as he would have loved to have dinner with her under any other circumstances.

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  Jordan was disappointed Xander couldn't make it over for dinner. She knew they were still taking it slowly, but Xander had been at her house nearly every night for the past three weeks, and Jordan was beginning to wonder where his head was at. They made love every night, sometimes more than once, and talked for hours, or at least she did. She thought she had probably told him every little thing there was to know about her. She had pushed hard to get past his defenses and learn the whole truth about what made Xander…well, Xander. He still hadn’t told her the circumstances surrounding the pregnancy scare he had alluded to that first night they were together. He had told her it wasn’t important and he didn’t want to waste the little time they had talking about old news.

  Jordan could sort of understand his point. She didn’t really want to hear about Xander possibly loving another woman and how much that woman’s betrayal had hurt him. However, she was ready to move on in the relationship and thought that slow had already come and gone. Still, they had never been out on a real date. He always came to her house late and left real early in the morning. Hell, her neighbors probably didn’t even know they were dating, let alone his family. Telling him she would just stay home and work on some pottery to make sure she was home if he got done with dinner early, she rang off and went back to work.

  Chapter 9

  Xander reluctantly opened the door to Chaps & Spurs, allowing Stephanie to precede him into the club. Directing her inside with a touch of his hand to the small of her back, he quickly scanned the area around the dance floor for an empty table and to make sure Jordan wasn't here. It was still early enough that there should be some place for them to sit. Jordan wasn't on the dance floor, nor was she at the usual table. Seeing an empty table in the corner near the back, Xander moved his fingers on her waist, gently guiding her to the empty table. He held out a chair for her and she gracefully slid into the seat. Smiling coyly up at him, she started swaying gently to the music being played by the DJ. It was a slow song.

  As Xander sat down, he listened to the lyrics of the song and snorted to himself at the irony. The song playing was “When I Think About Cheatin’” by Gretchen Wilson. Xander tried to put aside the feelings of guilt he’d been having all evening. He kept telling himself he wasn't doing anything wrong, but he knew he shouldn’t be out with Stephanie at all, let alone here at the club. Word could get back to Jordan. But, since he and Stephanie had already been dating before he even met Jordan, he didn't think it would be much of a topic for conversation. Besides, nobody knew he and Jordan were seeing each other. There was no reason for anybody to even mention he had been here tonight to Jordan. Stephanie had whined that she wanted to go to Chaps & Spurs to dance after dinner, and he had given in. After all, Jordan wasn't working tonight and, except for Friday nights, she didn't come into the club if she wasn't working.

  He knew he should be with Jordan, not Stephanie. Xander already knew how this evening was going to end. In half an hour, he was going to tell Stephanie he wasn’t feeling well. He would take her home early, claiming he needed to go home and get some rest. Thinking this was an excuse to get her home and in bed sooner rather than later, she would be surprised when he actually left her at her door with nothing more than a chaste kiss on the cheek. She might even get mad and start railing at him for getting her hopes up for a very different ending to the night. However, it needed to be done. After he dropped Stephanie off at her door, he’d hightail it over to Jordan’s. He signaled the waitress and ordered their drinks.

  Saying nothing to Stephanie as she babbled on about her new car, Xander suddenly felt the weight of someone’s gaze on him. Feeling his skin crawl, he looked across the room toward the bar. His gaze fixed on a pair of moss-green eyes filled with pain and unshed tears. Crap! What was Jordan doing here? She was supposed to be off tonight. She must have gotten called in or switched shifts with someone. Damn. What was he supposed to do now? She’d obviously seen that he was with Stephanie. Stephanie was not dressed for a business dinner. The barely-there, sparkling blue spandex couldn’t be mistaken as anything other than what it was. A “fuck me” dress.

  Looking down in consternation, Xander briefly considered going to Jordan right that second and telling her everything. However, she was working, and he didn't want to make a scene at her place of employment. She would hate that. Not to mention that being part of an ugly scene at his brothers’ club was sure to gain him unwanted attention both from his family as well as the crowd gathered here tonight. He looked back up at the bar, but she was no longer standing where he could see her. Quickly, he made his canned excuse to Stephanie, throwing a twenty on the table for the drinks that hadn’t even arrived yet. He hustled Stephanie out to his Escalade and drove to her house quickly. He dropped her off and didn’t even really hear her angry tirade as she vocally told him what she thought of the early end to their evening.

  Getting back into the Escalade, he tried to decide whether or not to go back to the bar or simply go to Jordan’s house and wait. She’d already given him a key. One night last week, she’d gotten home a little late from work, and he had already been there, stuck outside waiting for her arrival. The very next night, she had given him a key, telling him to let himself in if it happened again. He thought it would be smarter and safer to meet her at her house.

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  Jordan had been humming along to a song by Gretchen Wilson when she looked up and saw Xander enter the club. At first glance, she was just surprised and happy to see him. He must have come to the club when he had gotten done with his business meeting and couldn’t find her at home. He’d probably read the note she’d left him on the kitchen table telling him she would be getting off at 10:00 p.m. and to come over to the club if he got there early enough.

  At second glance, Jordan’s eyes had honed in on his right arm, which was extended out from his side and wrapped around a tall, beautiful, and buxom blonde who was standing at his side with an electric blue swatch of spandex that barely covered her surely silicone-implanted assets. Watching them as they moved across the floor together, she was struck by how well they seemed to move together and how comfortable they seemed with each other. Jordan noticed his fingers were nearly on the woman’s ass as he steered the blonde bitch to a table in the corner away from the dance floor. As they walked across the bar, several other patrons yelled greetings or stopped them to say hello. Nobody seemed surprised to see them together. Nobody but Jordan.

  Jordan stared, transfixed, until Josie, one of the waitresses, called her name sharply to get her attention. J
osie rattled off a drink order for one of her tables again. Jordan was still staring when Xander looked up into her eyes. His eyes went wide as he realized she had seen them. He quickly looked down as if in consternation that he had been found out. Jordan choked back the tears, turned away from the front of the bar, and numbly filled Josie’s drink order. She could barely think.

  She couldn’t process it. Xander was here with another woman. Xander was on a date with another woman. By the reaction of the other patrons at the club, seeing the couple together was not surprising. This had probably been going on for some time. Xander had lied to her! He was seeing another woman! He was fucking another woman! Maybe more than just one! Still in shock, Jordan looked up into eyes so much like Xander’s yet now full of sorrow. Levi.

  Levi watched her with a look of pity in his eyes. She could tell that he knew. Somehow, he knew that she was in love with Xander. He had obviously seen Xander come in with that strumpet and Jordan’s reaction to them. Not able to look him in the eyes anymore, Jordan looked down at her feet. She felt Levi’s approach and continued to look at her feet. Levi’s left arm looped around her shoulders hugging her gently to him. Softly, he said in her ear, “Go home, Jordan. I’ll tell Ryder you needed to leave and have him take over the bar.”

  When Jordan started to protest, he just repeated kindly, “Just go on home.”

  Silently, with tears in her eyes, Jordan walked quickly to the break room, grabbed her purse out of her locker, and walked out the back door of the club. Not recalling quite how she got there, she found herself at her back door, with her keys in her hand. Unlocking the door, she went inside and locked back up behind her. Without turning on any lights, she headed down the hallway and walked woodenly to her bedroom. Pausing only to kick the shoes off her feet, she crawled into bed and pulled the comforter up and over her head. Vicious sobs tore through her chest as she huddled there in the dark.