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

by Lea Kinkade

  “I put a lot of the plants and flower arrangements around the kitchen and living room. I brought one of each up here for you to enjoy while you’re in bed.” He took the plant and placed it on the oversize Mission-style night table located on her side of the bed. He had a matching one on his side. The flower arrangement he sat on a bench table sitting below an oval mirror along one of the walls. He dropped the duffel bag resting on his shoulder near her side of the bed, then went to the bed and turned down the comforter and sheet.

  Jordan sat down on the edge of the bed and rifled through the duffel bag until she located the Kindle and charger. She also located a hair tie and her cell phone. She found the outlet behind the bedside table and plugged in the Kindle to charge, set her phone on the table, and pulled her hair gently back into a loose ponytail with the tie. By now, feeling pretty tired, she crawled into the massive California King bed and pulled the sheet up to her stomach.

  “I think I’m just going to close my eyes for a few minutes,” she offered in a groggy voice. “You go on and get to work. I can fend for myself. I promise not to do anything stupid like mow the lawn in the middle of the day with one-hundred-plus-degree heat.”

  “Okay.” He laughed gently. “But I’ll be in my office just downstairs. Call out if you need me. I’ll check on you soon.” He headed downstairs with a huge smile on his face.

  * * * *

  After several hours of working, Xander headed back into the master bedroom to see if Jordan needed anything. She was laying on her right side, with her hands folded up under her cheek, sound asleep. Just wanting to hold her, Xander shucked off his jeans and T-shirt, sliding under the covers with her, spooning against her back. He had not gotten a lot of sleep since he had found her on the ground three days ago. Between traveling back and forth from the Ranch and the hospital the past two days and working when he could, he was a little tired himself. Thinking he would just hold her for a little while and then wake her up for something to eat, Xander quickly fell asleep, holding her in his arms.

  * * * *

  Jordan woke up in Xander’s arms. She was turned into his body with her hand on his rock-hard abs and her thigh thrown over his. Looking into his face, she saw shadows beneath his eyes and knew he hadn’t been getting much sleep. He had either been at work or with her at the hospital.

  Although it was nice to have him near her at the hospital, she had missed making love with him. Looking down his body, she could see he already had a partial erection. He was sleeping so soundly. She should really let him sleep some more, but, impishly, she could not resist moving down his body and lifting up the waistband to his boxer briefs to free his burgeoning hard-on. As she set loose his cock, she licked it from base to slit. His cock was a work of art. Smooth as silk but hot and hard at the same time. Moments later she had taken his hard length into her mouth. She could taste the droplets of pre-cum that appeared on the slit on the head of his cock. Salty with a hint of Xander.

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  Xander woke up disoriented. He was lying on his back, and someone’s mouth was around his rock-hard cock. Looking down his body, he saw Jordan’s head moving over his erection with her hair still in a loose ponytail trailing over his abdomen. Her tongue was laving his cock from base to tip, licking off a little bit of pre-cum that had seeped from the slit on the end.

  “Jordan, what are you doing?” he groaned. “You just got out of the hospital. You should be resting.”

  “If you have to ask, evidently I’m not doing a very good job,” she cheekily told him.

  “Oh, you’re doing a great job, angel,” he groaned. “I just think you should be resting and not giving me a blow job.”

  “I love your taste. It’s been more than three days. I miss you. I want to do this. Just lay back and enjoy.”

  “Oh, angel, your mouth is so hot,” he groaned softly as her lips parted around him. He groaned inarticulately as the head of his steel-hard cock entered her mouth and her tongue swirled slowly around the length of him. Pulling his hands through her black hair, he carefully removed the hair tie, spreading her raven-black hair over his body, and let her have her way with him.

  Xander felt the need to thrust into her mouth. It was irresistible. He wrapped his fingers into her hair and held her head still, thrusting his turgid length into her hot mouth. The hot wetness and the slick slide of her tongue on and over his cock pulled him into a web of sensation that he hadn’t felt for days. As she sucked him into the back of her throat, her low moan sent vibrations traveling up his shaft and through his balls.

  He began to rock his hips, thrusting his silken hardness in and out of her sweet mouth. His orgasm tightened his balls, dragging across his lower back and shooting out his cock, deep into the back of her throat. He cried out her name as she sucked the release from the head of his cock. Shuddering and panting for breath, he felt the white-hot pleasure of her tongue as she licked him clean.

  Jordan rested her head on his hard thigh and licked her lips. Looking up into Xander’s hooded gaze, she allowed him to pull her back up into his arms, where she nestled her head on his chest and snuggled into his warm body. Happy that she had given him such pleasure, she smiled softly and drifted off to sleep.

  * * * *

  Xander lay replete with Jordan snuggled into his arms. He could not believe she had just given him to best blow job of his life. She must be feeling better. The love in her eyes had been clear. What a woman! Knowing that she loved him, despite the unexpected pregnancy, he felt sure that they could work through any problems that might crop up between them. Jordan loved him, and he certainly loved her. As far as Xander was concerned, the baby was an added bonus. He would take care of everything. They would get married and live a life filled with love and laughter. Everything was going to be fine.

  Xander was in his office hard at work when he heard Jordan making her way downstairs. Trying to finish up a conference call to see if she needed anything, he looked to the doorway of his office and saw her standing there, still in his T-shirt. She made a motion toward the kitchen, raising her eyebrow in question, and he nodded to her, indicating he would meet her there when he was done with his call. Ten minutes later, Xander could smell coffee brewing and bacon frying. She must have decided breakfast sounded good. He thought so, too, and hurried in to help her. She was standing at the stove drinking a cup of coffee and tending to the bacon in the pan when he walked in. She looked up at him and smiled as she set her coffee cup down so she could reach over and pour him a cup from the carafe. He moved to her side, taking the cup from her hand as he bent down to give her a lingering kiss.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked solicitously. He took a sip of his coffee. Strong and black, just how he liked it. She smiled at him again as she turned back toward the bacon.

  “Better. I don’t have a headache anymore, and the light sensitivity is almost gone, too. I'm glad that you let me pleasure you like that. It made me feel so good to make you feel that good. Thank you for letting me do that for you.”

  “Believe me, angel. It wasn't a hardship. But I didn’t get to reciprocate.”

  “Pleasing you made me happy. I got to bring you release, then I slept snuggled in your arms. It's all good.”

  “Well, you look better rested. The circles under those beautiful eyes of yours are gone.” He watched her as she quickly removed the bacon from the hot frying pan and cracked six eggs into it. He got out two plates and silverware. As he watched her put bread in the toaster, he got the bottle of orange juice out of the refrigerator, held it up, and looked at her questioningly. She nodded and he poured two glasses. She dished the eggs onto the plates and divided the bacon evenly between them. She’d given him extra toast and eggs, but the bacon had to be evenly divided. She loved bacon. She divided the toast and, picking up the plates, headed to the kitchen table. Xander grabbed both cups of coffee and followed her. As she set a plate in each place, he grinned as he saw the even distribution of bacon. Picking up his knife, he reached for the
butter on the table and started to butter his toast. “Jordan…” he started hesitantly.

  “Xander…” began Jordan at the same time.

  They both started laughing, any tension they were feeling broken. “You must be starving. Let’s eat first and then talk.”

  “I am hungry. Okay, let’s eat first,” she responded gratefully.

  They ate in companionable silence. He thanked her for making the meal and complimented her cooking as always. They cleaned up together, and when the last plate was in the dishwasher, he guided her into the family room with a gentle hand to her back.

  * * * *

  Jordan enjoyed Xander’s family room. It was open to the kitchen and dining room and was very comfortable, with a couch, loveseat, and two oversize chairs, all in brown leather, to choose from. Although the wall color was not to her liking, she couldn't see much of it, as nearly every available surface was covered with picture frames containing both formal and informal pictures of his family, making it cozy despite the ultra-cool color on the walls.

  As she usually did, Jordan made her way to the loveseat and sat down, sinking down into the soft-as-butter leather. She was suddenly feeling a little nervous again. She knew Xander could tell something was up. She had to tell him about the baby. She couldn’t put it off any longer. She thought she knew how he would react. She remembered his reaction that first night together when he thought she could have gotten pregnant. He had been furious with her. She hadn’t heard the entire story yet, but she gathered that his former fiancée had gotten pregnant unexpectedly and he was being forced into a sort of shotgun wedding before something happened to stop it. She knew there was no child, as she knew Xander well enough by now to know he would be involved in his child’s life, despite the circumstances of his or her conception. She didn’t know whether or not the woman had had a miscarriage or an abortion, but somehow, the baby had never been born. She was already past the time where she could have an abortion. She would never have done that anyway. She couldn’t even imagine it. Despite the circumstances, she wanted Xander’s baby with everything in her. The ob-gyn she had seen before she left the hospital said she was past the point in her pregnancy where she had to worry about a spontaneous miscarriage. So, barring anything unusual, she was looking forward to an uneventful pregnancy with a beautiful baby at the end of it. But first, she had to tell Xander.

  He might want her to leave his house after she told him about the pregnancy, but at least she would not have to depend on him for a ride. Her car was in the garage. He had told her he’d had it driven out to the Ranch for her use, and she had seen it when they had gotten out of the Escalade to come into the house. Her keys were in her purse.

  She needed to get it over quickly and then get out of here and back to her little house where she could lick her wounds.

  She was startled by the sound of Xander clearing his throat. “Jordan,” he began.

  “Xander, I’m pregnant,” she said quickly. “I’m so sorry. I was on the pill. I promise you. I’ve taken every single one of them, but I was sick. I had a sinus infection, and the doctor didn’t tell me about the antibiotics, and I didn’t know and I–I’m just so sorry. I know this isn’t what you want. Hell, it wasn’t what I wanted either, but it happened, and I’m nearly four months along, so it’s too late for an abortion, which I wouldn’t have anyway, and I—just don’t know what else to say except that I—don’t expect you to marry me or support me. I can support myself and my baby. I have the money from my mother’s life insurance. I don’t need or expect anything from you, but I thought you had a right to know.”

  Pausing for a quick breath, Jordan rambled on, “I’m staying here, in Deseo, but nobody has to know you’re the father if you don’t want—I thought about going back to New York, but I don’t want to raise my child in a big city. I want to stay here. I have a job and friends. I know that might make things…difficult for you, but I hope you’re okay with that—I just—I just—I’m so sorry. I’ll leave now. I’ll call you and arrange to pick up the rest of my things in a couple of days. I’ll just go get my purse and bag, and I’ll get out of your house. I’m so sorry, Xander.” She stumbled to a halt, running out of words. She turned quickly, heading toward the stairs.

  * * * *

  Xander watched her, totally befuddled by the seemingly never-ending stream of an explanation coming out of her mouth. He’d heard, “—pregnant—not what I wanted—I’m sorry—too late for an abortion—don’t expect you to marry me—staying in Deseo—I’m sorry.” His mind shut down. She was sorry about the baby. She didn’t want it. She had evidently thought about an abortion, but it was too late, and she was sorry about that.

  Suddenly it was twelve years ago, but this time the bitch had waited too long and now couldn’t get rid of the baby she had never wanted. His baby. He watched in growing anger and disbelief as she turned from him, hurrying up the stairs away from him. He stood in shocked stillness for the few minutes it took her to come back down the stairs with her purse and duffel bag slung over her shoulders. Looking at her through a red haze, he watched as she turned toward the kitchen and made her way to the door of the mudroom where, presumably, she would go through it to the garage, get in her car, and drive back to Deseo with his baby. No way in hell!

  * * * *

  Jordan hurried up the stairs and down the hall to their—his—bedroom. She could tell he was angry—really angry. He was speechless. She expected it would take some time for it all to sink in. It sure had for her. She hoped that when he’d had time to think about it, he wouldn't be so angry anymore. Maybe he would even accept it and want to be part of the baby’s life. She knew he would probably not be able to forgive her. She had been so stupid. But the baby was totally innocent. The Chisholms put a great emphasis on family. She hoped that would include her baby. She hoped this didn’t drive a wedge between Xander and the rest of his family. Hell, they would probably take his side and want nothing to do with her or the baby. Jordan ached just thinking about losing Jessie’s friendship, but she couldn't blame Jessie if she sided with Xander on this.

  She quickly entered the bedroom and grabbed the clothes she had worn from the hospital, putting them back on and leaving Xander’s T-shirt folded on the bed. She grabbed the duffel bag and started loading some of her stuff in it. Her Kindle and charger, her cell phone. What else? She went to the drawer Xander had emptied for her and quickly tossed its contents into the duffel. She looked around the room, not really seeing anything, and decided she could come back for the rest in a few days or Xander could pack it up and send it to her. She didn’t know, she just knew she had to get out of this house—now.

  A dull throbbing had started at the base of her skull again, and she felt slightly nauseous. She needed to get home. Leaving the bedroom, she slung the straps of the duffel bag over one shoulder and her purse straps over the other. Hurrying down the stairs, she found Xander exactly where she had left him. If anything, he seemed even angrier than when she had gone upstairs. Looking at him cautiously, she turned toward the kitchen, intending to get to the garage through the mudroom. She took one last painful look at Xander and reached for the mudroom door handle. As she started to swing the door open, a large hand appeared before her, slamming it shut again. She turned and looked up into her lover’s furious green eyes.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Xander growled in her ear.

  “I know you don’t want me here anymore. I’m going to my house. If you want, we can talk later, after you’ve had time to think about this,” said Jordan cautiously.

  “You don’t have a house to go to,” he rasped. “I moved everything over here while you were in the hospital. Gave your keys back to the owner. The house has been sold. They were just waiting until the lease was up to complete the sale. You have nowhere to go.” Still looming over her, he pulled her back into the kitchen.

  “What are you talking about? My lease isn’t up for two more months. Why would you do that? What gave you the right to d
o that?” she questioned angrily.

  “You were moving in with me, remember? I knew you had already talked to Ryder and Ryan about changing your hours. While you were in the hospital, I just figured I would follow through for you and get everything taken care of by getting all your things moved in here. I even moved your wheel and kiln. I didn’t know you had a different plan all along.

  “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said sarcastically. “Looks like you have nowhere to go.”

  Jordan looked at him uncomprehendingly, the ache in her head having grown exponentially in intensity, robbing her of thought for a few moments as she fought the increasing nausea. She looked at Xander through a white haze and said, haltingly, “I’ll call Jessie. Jessie will let me stay a few days while I get this straightened out.” She fumbled with her purse as she reached for her cell phone. Bending over her purse caused the pounding in her head and the nausea to increase dramatically, making it difficult for her to see. Finally realizing that she’d put her cell phone in her duffel bag, she let it fall from her shoulder to the floor. Bending down to begin her search, she closed her eyes against the blinding pain in her head. Bursting points of light appeared behind her eyelids. As she tried to open her eyes again, everything went black as she slumped into a dead faint.

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