Forget Cinderella (True Loves Fairytale Book 1)

by Tracey Champion

  In one swift movement, Jordan has taken my dress off of me. He is careful when he brings it over my left arm. The medicine is helping, and I can tell already that the pain is less than before. Again, I stop breathing and lose focus when Jordan reaches for my panties.

  “I think I can take those off.” I scold him, and he backs away from me. He walks over to the tub and turns the water down. He turns to look at me as I bring down my panties. I can hear him breathing heavily. I had taken it upon myself years ago when I was ready to lose my V-card to shave myself bare. I never lost my stupid V-card, but I ended up liking the area bare.

  “The water should be warm enough. Let me help you in,” Jordan holds out his hand for me to brace my left hand on. As I climb in, I can hear him let out a breath. “Sit in the middle of the tub.” I turn to look at him. Why would he tell me to sit in the middle of the tub, unless?

  I’m still looking at Jordan when I see him reach to undo his pants. I freeze in the tub. He can’t be climbing in with me. It’s one thing for him to see me naked, a whole different thing to have him naked next to me. I can feel my face flush, and I look away from him. I bring my legs closer together. My whole body aches and is needy. I bring my arms up carefully covering my chest.

  I hear the rustling of his pants and can’t help but turn to look. Jordan is watching me. He is just standing there in a pair of dark gray boxer briefs. They do nothing to hide his erection. He looks bigger than when he had his pants on.

  When he drops his boxers I let out a loud gasp. I bring my right hand to cover my face. This man is blessed everywhere. I remove my hand, and he’s still standing in the same place. His dick is standing at attention. He’s long, thick and when I look at the head of his dick I see a piercing. I have only read about guys that pierced their dicks, I Googled them once.

  “Cara, I can’t help that I’m turned on by you, but will you please look up at me. I’m trying my hardest to be a gentleman, but that only goes so far.” He then climbs in behind me. He’s close enough to me that I’m comfortable. Which only lasts a second when he reaches around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

  I can feel his dick throb against my back. I take a few deep breaths in to help me relax. I can’t, and I decide to distract myself. The doctor told me that I could get the bandages wet. I stick my arm in the water. I’m more careful with my fingers than my arm and just relax them in the water.

  I cannot help that I am shaking. My whole body is shaking, and I cannot hide it. Jordan has said nothing since he climbed in with me, and the silence is screwing with my head. I turn my head to see him a little.

  “Jordan, why did you get in the tub with me?” I bite down on my lower lip. I have never been this close to a naked man. Having my first time be with Jordan is unreal.

  “You needed help. How do you plan to wash your long hair if you can’t take off a dress? Pretty girl, you need to relax, the way you’re shaking makes me think you have never been around a naked man before.” I instantly freeze at his words. Do I tell him the truth that I haven’t?

  I have wanted to. I had a few boyfriends, but they turned out to be big jerks. The opportunity to be more just never came up. My old boyfriends wanted me to look pretty and be dumb. Since I wasn’t an idiot and spoke my mind, things were over faster than I could blink.

  I guess my silence told a lot more than if I had said something. Jordan shifts in the tub and moves so I can see his face. I want to tell him he was right, but I cannot open my mouth to say anything. I’m afraid of his reaction.

  “Tell me I’m wrong. Cara, you have been with other men. I don’t need any details, just a yes or no answer.” I shake my head left then right. His eyes widen, and I hear him whisper a curse.

  “No, like as in never, or just not like this, no.” He’s no longer looking at me and has sat back. I stare at my pink wrapped fingers.

  “No, like as in never.” The words come out in a whisper

  “Fuck me…you’ve never been with a naked man. Again, I don’t want details just a yes or no….” I interrupt him because I don’t want to play twenty questions.

  “I have never been with a naked man, so, yes, that means I’m still a virgin. No, it’s not because I am a prude. I know what sex is and more. The truth is because no guy stuck around long enough to get that far.” I’m angry with him. I knew someday I was going to have to tell a guy, but this hurts.

  I can feel his hands in my hair. My hair is still in a very messy braid. I feel him loosen the hair tie at the bottom of the braid. His hands in my hair feel nice when he undoes the braid. It has been a long time since someone has touched my hair besides me.

  “I like that no one has touched you, so relax. I just wish I had known sooner. If you want, I can leave you alone to get washed up. I’m sorry. It was rude of me to not think about you before my own actions. I should have asked you if you wanted my help in the first place.” I can hear how sorry he is. The fact that he apologized again still feels wrong. I might be nervous about him being close to me, but I don’t want him to leave.

  “You can stay. I don’t mind you being here. I just wasn’t ready to tell you. I just didn’t want you to think something was wrong with me like I do.” I lean my head back a little, and I can feel Jordan’s breath by my ear.

  “Pretty girl, you’re absolutely perfect,” he whispers in my ear and then places a kiss below on my neck. His action causes my core to tighten, but when he gently bites my neck. I let out a giggle. I bring my shoulder up to rub the area and turn to look at Jordan. He looks just as puzzled as I am.

  Jordan pulls me a little closer and moves my semi-wet hair off to the left. I feel him kiss my neck again and can’t help the moan that escapes. The kiss is short, but I wasn’t ready for him to nibble on my neck. I wiggle and try to bring up my shoulder to brush him off. The biting tickles and I feel a tingling sensation between my legs. He eases up and goes back to a kiss and then sucks on the skin. My nipples are starting to ache.

  I don’t know whether I should move away from him, or let him continue. What he’s doing feels good, and I don’t want him to stop. I feel him shift in the tub and his teeth graze my neck. I let out a giggle and pull away from him. I turn in the tub, and Jordan is grinning. He has a smile on his face that barely reaches his eyes. I run my hand over my neck.

  “You are a contradiction pretty girl. Come back over here, and I promise to behave. Hand me the product I can use in your hair.” He just smiles at me, and it does weird things to my insides. If he weren’t here with me, I could run my hand over my chest to relieve the ache. The sensation burns and I know the feeling will drive me crazy till I can make it go away.

  I grab the bottle and am glad to see that Amber got the right stuff for my hair. I hand over the bottle to Jordan. He gets my hair wet and then proceeds to wash it. I like the feeling of his fingers in my hair. I want to ask him if he has ever washed anyone else’s hair, but I know better. I don’t want to hear about him and other women.

  He finishes and I reach forward for the soap. When I sit back, Jordan grabs the bottle from my hand. I would just like to get this over with, so I can get out. I have never felt so needy before and not being able to take care of it is painful.

  Jordan starts at my shoulders and works his way down. For some reason he’s avoiding washing my breasts, and I turn to grab the soap.

  “I’ve got this Cara. Let me take care of you. All you need to do is relax.” I do as he asks and relax. He washes my arms and legs. He just barely touches the sensitive area between my legs and I about jump out of the tub. If he keeps this up, I’m bound to die of a heart attack.

  I still wonder if Jordan is going to finish, he missed washing my chest. I hear Jordan get more soap. He rubs his hands together to get the soap to bubble up. He places his hands on my shoulders again. I watch as he slowly moves his hands down my chest and washes underneath my breasts. A little moan escapes me.

  I can’t help but shift into his hands when he brings them up to cup my breas
t. The sensation is almost too much, but I want more. Much, much more. He runs his thumb over my right nipple and then my left. I hum my approval. My breathing is staggered. I have to force myself to breathe in, and then out. What he’s doing makes me bring my legs closer together to get some form of relief.

  “Pretty girl, I would love to spend all evening in the tub touching you. The noises you’re making make this hard, but we need to get out and eat something. I want you and don’t for a second think otherwise. I just don’t want to force you or to hurt you,” He stops and moves his hands away from me. I let out a deep breath at the loss of his touch. I can feel Jordan’s lips by my ear. “I will have you one day, if you will let me.”

  Jordan asks me to scoot forward, and he grabs a bottle of soap I didn’t notice before. I turn to check out my cast and the bandages I have. They look the same, but I like the distraction. I can smell the soap Jordan is using, and it tickles my nose. The smell is very manly, but also a hint of something sweet. I like this smell almost better than the one I use and I smell like a strawberry.

  I feel the water shift and turn to see Jordan climb out. I’ve never been one to stare at a man‘s butt. However, Jordan has a very nice butt. He wraps a dark blue towel around his waist, and then helps me to stand and climb out. He grabs two towels. He wraps one around my body and then asks me to turn around. Jordan uses the second towel to help dry my hair without knotting it up.

  Once my hair is dry enough I see him reach for the hair tie I had earlier in my hair. A ponytail and my hair at night is a disaster. I feel Jordan separate my hair and then braid it down my back. I let out a giggle at the fact that this man just began braiding my hair.

  “You know how to braid?” I ask him.

  “Yes, my mother said that someday this talent would come in handy. I would either be able to use my talent to impress a girl, or I might have a daughter who would need me to braid her hair. You’re the first girl besides my sister whose hair I have braided.” I don’t understand why knowing that makes me all excited, but it does.

  “Well, you have impressed me,” I say softly, knowing that he heard me.

  He finished braiding my hair and tied it off. He then took the towel, wrapped around me and helped dry me off. It feels very nice to have the attention. He places the towel back on the hook once I’m dry and helps me into the nightgown.

  Once I’m dressed Jordan turns and grabs the panties that I had brought into the bathroom. He holds them in his hand, but does not hand them to me. He looks to be fighting a battle with himself.

  “You won’t need these. I’m going to get dressed. Finish up, and meet me in the kitchen. I will make us some dinner.” Jordan walks out with the panties still in his hand. This will be the first time I have gone without, what an odd feeling, but I like it. I feel naughty knowing that only he and I know I’m naked underneath the gown.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  After Jordan walked out of the bathroom, I had looked for the eye drops I brought in. I was supposed to only put two drops in my eye and I did. The swelling was just about gone, and all that was left was the black and blue coloring.

  I started thinking about Travis. He said I would regret what I had done, but I don’t regret saving Hanna. I may not like her for what she did to Jordan, but I will have to deal with that. I just hope me being here is a good idea. I don’t know if I’m actually safe. I feel safe with Jordan, but what will Travis do to me.

  Thinking about everything, I can understand the safety of Jordan’s home. I saw a camera when we walked in, and he even had to turn off the alarm. If he takes his work home, then this place must have the best security system. Reminds me of Amber’s home, her alarm system is the best. She can even check the system from her cell phone. This was something she told me she had set up herself.

  I walk into the kitchen to see Jordan standing there. He’s only wearing a pair of black cotton pants that hang low on his hips. I watch him getting items from the refrigerator, and I take a seat at the breakfast bar. I think I just want to watch him work in the kitchen.

  “I hope you like ham and cheese omelets.” I nod a yes. He must have heard me come in. I continue to watch him move around the kitchen. He looks really sexy cooking. My thoughts went back to Wendy and that it was woman’s job to be in the kitchen. Tom never cooked for us. Wendy would say that the only thing Tom could cook was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She would then burst into a fit of laughter and say because that was the only thing he couldn’t burn besides a bowl of cereal.

  I could really get used to this. Any man that is willing to cook is a keeper. If I could remember what Momma used to tell me about finding a prince, I would be happy. Although I think Momma would have liked Jordan.

  What happened in the bathroom was because we were close and naked. I’m in no condition for any man to find me attractive. Jordan’s probably being sweet because I’m injured. I’m not sure what will happen once I’m all healed and back to my own place. Will he forget about me or will our friendship become something more?

  Jordan

  Omelets are easy to cook, and I’m starving. Looking over my shoulder, I can see that Cara is lost in thought and she seems sad. I wish I could read her mind and know what is making her sad. Fuck! I hate this.

  The time we spent in the bathtub nearly undid me. I knew she was going to need my help. I watched her walk down the stairs trying to hide her pain from me. She doesn’t need to be strong. I would love to be able to take her pain away if I could.

  I waited on my bed after I got off the phone with Amber. I thanked her for taking care of getting some items for Cara. She explained that everyone was updated, including our parents. I know sooner or later I will get a call from my mother, or a surprise visit. Thank you, Amber.

  When Cara popped her head out of the bathroom and told me she needed help, I was more than eager to do the task. I came back to the room prepared with her pain pills. I thought the bath would be easier on her and I would be able to help her.

  I expected her to look me over when I took my shirt off, but the look on her face took my breath away. There was innocence in how her eyes slowly caressed me. My cock seemed to have a mind of its own and was tightening the space in my jeans. I tried to will the damn thing down with no luck.

  I wanted her, and I won’t lie about that. I’ve wanted her from day one. The only thing holding me back is her injury, and before that, it was my job with Hanna. I know once I have her in my bed, she will be mine and only mine. I won’t be able to control myself.

  I never once put all the pieces together. The way she watched me to the way she talked, I knew she was inexperienced, but a virgin? I’m twenty-seven years old and have a good deal of experience. I thought since she was twenty-one she would have some too. Shit, I started having sex at fifteen. When she told me she was a virgin, my fucking heart stopped.

  Cara, an untouched fucking virgin, to hear her say that somehow was like music to my ears. How in the hell did I deserve her? I swear my cock could have cut glass it was so fucking hard. She’s so damn fucking perfect. I know if I want her, I will have to take this slow, and I can wait till she is healed; I’m not going anywhere. I will not fucking walk away from her like the pricks before me. Hell, I want to get my hands on just one of those pricks.

  Those damn noises she made in the tub nearly made me cum like a horny teenager. I expected the little moan she made when I kissed her neck, but not for her to giggle when I lightly bit her. I don’t know what came over me, but that was fucking hot. She is definitely a contradiction, and I had to play with her.

  I was a fucking guy with a hard on of steel, how could I not test her? So, I moved her long hair. For some reason on her, her hair is a fucking turn on, and she wears her hair long and thick. She had it in a braid the day before, a damn fucking long ass braid down the middle of her back. The braid touched right above her ass. I know because I check her backside out when she had turned away from me at the hospital.

  All I could think
about was wrapping that braid around my hand. But seeing her long hair down, other than braided is even more fucking beautiful. I’m normally not a fan of curly hair on chicks. I do like it on Cara.

  I moved her hair and kissed her neck again. Softly at first, she moaned, and I could tell I was turning her on. God, it was turning me on. Her body is easy to read, and all I did was graze her with my teeth. I about fucked her right then and there, when she started to wiggle her ass against me. Holy shit, I was tickling her. What the fuck was that? Listening to her giggle on a spot most women get extremely turned on should have annoyed the fuck out of me. For some reason, her giggling was keeping my cock rock solid. I would have continued playing with her neck had she not moved away from me.

  This by far was the sexiest thing to learn about her. I don’t think she even knew what was going on. I’m going to have to get her to allow me to do that again. I knew she was getting turned on. When she had moved away from me I caught a glance at her nipples. They were rosy and came to hard points.

  She has large breast, and the fact that I could tell they were one hundred percent all hers made my mouth water. I had checked out her tits before. I’m a guy. The first time I really looked her over was her first night at Nate’s, and then I got a good look at her in the hospital. Besides the bruises from Travis, I didn’t care she was sexy as hell. Seeing her breasts clothed and seeing them naked made a complete difference.

  I purposefully avoided washing her tits. I knew once I touched them I would find it hard to stop. It was bad enough to run my hands all over her body. I was quick when I ran my hand between her legs. I didn’t know how she would react, and when her body jumped against me, I knew to move on.

  I don’t like seeing her wrist wrapped up or her fingers. The bruises on her face and on her body bother me, but the fact that she has them is what gets me. Looking at her, touching her, I know they are there, but the injuries don’t affect how I feel. She is still and always will be beautiful to me.