No matter what, there was difficulty within me to stop the need to touch her. The gentleman in me was fighting me to stop. My cock was ready to fucking play. The damn thing wanted to play inside her heat and I wasn’t going to do that, not with her being vulnerable. I’m painfully hard now just remembering my hands on her body.
Helping her get dressed was hard. I wanted to keep her standing there naked. I saw the panties she brought in to wear with that damn nightgown. I told my gentleman side to fuck off. If she had to be dressed then fine and like hell was I letting her put on the damn panties, so I took them with me.
I take a breath and try to think of anything other than her being naked underneath that gown. That is hard to do when I don’t think it would take much to fuck her. I could just set her on the counter, and I don’t think she would tell me no. I sigh and try to think about the food, or Travis, to will my body to behave.
After we eat, I will make sure she takes the other pain pill. The doctor said to clean her fingers and put the ointment on them. We can change the bandages, if needed.
I need to call Ryan and make sure that he is tracking Travis. His last message said that there was nothing on the prick. Ryan better have something. I told him when he finds Travis that I want to have some quality time alone with that fucker. I want to beat the shit out of him.
Cara
Jordan finished cooking, and we ate at the breakfast bar. The omelet was perfect. He handed me another bottle of water and sat a pain pill next to it. I tried to tell him I didn’t want to take the medicine. He just crossed his arms and explained to me why that could be a bad idea. I gave up, I was never going to win against him, not that I was trying hard.
I offered to help with the cleanup, and he just told me to sit on the couch. I refused and really wanted to do something, I’m not some porcelain doll. Jordan gave in and let me help, and even though I only loaded the dishwasher, it was something.
When the kitchen was all cleaned up, we went into the living room to watch some TV. Nothing good was on because it was Saturday night. I told Jordan that I didn’t have cable and that all I watched was Netflix on my iPad.
I asked if we could stop by my house tomorrow to pick up my iPad and some other things, he said he would drive me. Then he turned on Netflix. He agreed since I needed to relax that I could pick whatever I wanted to watch. I struggled a little. I wanted to pick some cheesy romance for the fun of it but knew how cruel that would be. I chose The Hunger Games. I liked the movie and the book. There’s just enough action to entertain him as well.
We were only about thirty minutes into the movie when his doorbell rang. I jumped up. I know Jordan said I was going to have to tell the police my story. He told me that Matt, his friend, was okay to see me on Monday so as far as I knew we weren’t expecting company. I remembered that I still need to call my boss and explain all of this to her, too.
Jordan went to the door, and I could see an older woman standing there. Luckily the nightgown I’m wearing is somewhat decent or I would have been very uncomfortable. He allowed her to come inside, and I stand to politely greet her.
“Please, my dear, sit down. You don’t have to get up for me. You need to rest. I just wanted to check on you and my son. I even picked up ice cream.” She is Jordan and Amber’s mother. I wonder what she is thinking about me being here and sleeping in her son’s room. For all I know she could have thought his relationship with Hanna has been real these past ten months. I want to hide somewhere.
She walks into the kitchen, and I just look at Jordan. I really could use his help here. I don’t know what to do or to say to his mother. I don’t want her to hate me.
“Cara, I hope you like brownies. I got the French Vanilla ice cream, and I had them add brownies in.” She says from the kitchen. I can hear moving around in the kitchen, and I stare at Jordan. He holds his hand out for me, and I follow.
He whispers as we walked into the kitchen. “Don’t worry Cara, just be yourself. She’s my mom and she’ll love you.” His mother already has three bowls with the ice cream in them. She turns to look at me. I panic a little when she walks up to me. My grip on Jordan’s hand tightens. She takes notice and stops.
“I’m Beverly, but you can call me Bev or Mom. Amber has told me a lot about you. You have nothing to fear with me, Cara.” I let go of Jordan’s hand and relax. Beverly smiles at me, and I walk closer to her and offer her a hug. I can tell she liked my actions.
While eating the ice cream, I don’t tell her this is one of my favorite combinations, or that I have a big sweet tooth for ice cream. The fact becomes very obvious when I’m the first one done. Jordan must have been watching me because when I place my spoon in the bowl he replaces the bowl in front of me with his.
“No thank you, I’ve had enough.” Lie’s, all lies that I tell him, which is completely stupid of me because I can tell he knows when he raises one eyebrow that says I know the truth.
“Cara, stop lying to me. You fidget when you lie, and I have never seen anyone eat ice cream that fast. You can have mine, I’m okay with it. As long as you’re happy, then I’m happy.” I smile and take his bowl. I see his mom trying not to laugh.
She finishes her bowl before I’m done again and takes the first bowl into the kitchen. Jordan just sits there and watches me. I then take his bowl to the kitchen when I’m done, Beverly stops me as I turn to walk away.
“Cara let me take a look at you?” She carefully touches my chin to look at the left side of my face. Then she takes my left hand. She doesn’t ask about it. I guess Amber or Jordan must have told her. I didn’t ask Jordan who he called while I was in the bathroom.
“Mom we need to clean her fingers before bed. Would you mind doing that for me while I call Ryan to see how things are going?” Beverly doesn’t object to helping and then she looks at me to see if I’m okay with the idea, I nod and smile.
Jordan tells her all the stuff I need is in a bag on his bathroom counter. We walk into his room. I feel weird because some of my things are on his bed. I don’t know if I should say something to her or not. I’ve never had to deal with this before.
When we get into the bathroom, she asks me if I can sit on the counter for her. I look over and almost scream when I’m I’m physically picked up and sat on the counter. I had no idea that Jordan was behind me.
“Sorry I scared you. I forgot to tell my mom that if the bandage on your fingers looked fine then to leave them and we can change the wrap in the morning.” He leans in and kisses my cheek then walks out. I glance over at his mom. She saw us, but went back to setting out the stuff we needed.
“It has been a long time since I’ve seen my son this happy around a girl, and I have never seen him this devoted,” she looks up at me and then takes hold of my left hand. She’s careful when she takes off the wrap and then the gauze underneath. I pull back a little because it stung. “I’m sorry Cara. We will need to change the gauze. When Amber told me about your injuries she did not give a good description.”
She cleans the area around my stitches and then puts on the ointment. She’s very sweet and I like her. She tells me she knew about Hanna. Jordan had asked her and his dad what they thought about him taking on the job. I’m comfortable knowing that his parents knew about the job. I don’t want them to think I’m in the wrong breaking up a relationship.
When she’s done wrapping my fingers back up Jordan walks into the room, he looks relieved. His mom asks him about the phone call and said Ryan mentioned some good news, but doesn’t go into more details. He walks around his mother and helps me down.
I realize how late it is, and I’m starting to get tired by the time his mother leaves. She invites us over tomorrow for dinner, and I tell her we will be there. She has the personality that you just don’t want to say no to.
She gives me a hug and kisses my cheek and then does the same to Jordan. I take notice that she whispered something in his ear, and he smiles. He watched her get into her car. When she’s in and pulling aw
ay, he closes the door and sets the alarm.
“Jordan I’m tired I don’t think I can finish the movie. Can we save it for later? I would like to get some sleep.” I tell him as I cover my yawn. Today has been long, and I’m ready for bed. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to share the bed with Jordan, but all we’re doing is sleeping.
“Good because I’m exhausted.” He walks over to the TV and shuts it off. I walk into the bedroom as he turns the lights off. I just stand there looking at the bed. I must not have been too lost in my thought because I can smell Jordan’s soap as he comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around me and lightly kisses my neck.
“My mother likes you,. She told me before she left to take good care of you. That’s a first for my mother. I have never had her like any girl I brought around.” I’m shocked to hear his mother’s confession, but to hear that he has brought other girls around his parents doesn’t sit well with me. I could have done without that added detail.
Jordan lets go of me, walks toward the bed, and turns on the side lamp. I feel lost at what I should be doing. I also miss having his warmth wrapped around me. I know I should move, but I think I should wait for him to tell me something.
He turns off the big light in the room, and before I get a chance to see what he is doing, I’m picked up. It doesn’t take long before he places me almost in the center of his massive bed. I adjust and snuggle in and watch Jordan. He looks at me like he’s asking my approval for something.
“Question pretty girl.” I just nod so that he can ask me. “I normally sleep naked, always have. Are you okay with that? I can put on some shorts, but I can tell you they won’t stay on. I’ve tried before, but for some reason I always end up taking them off in my sleep.” I take a deep breath. Well, if they are going to come off anyway then he might as well be nude in the first place. Thank God, my nightgown is long.
“I guess do as you would normally. This is your house, and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable just because I’m here.” I watch as he takes off the pants he had put on after the bath. He’s completely nude and erect. Now I can see clearly the piercing on his dick.
“Cara, I can try my best to behave myself, but you’re making things so hard with you eye fucking my cock.” I shut my eyes tightly and bring my legs closer together. I can feel that I’m wet between my legs and sigh. I find myself constantly turned on by him. He’s hot to look at and I can’t help the fact that I would love to go to intimate places with him.
Jordan climbs into the bed and I turn to look at him. “I know I have only read about the piercing you have on your um…dick. I can’t remember what the name is called, but why did you do it?” I’m embarrassed to ask, but I want to know more about him. I had noticed that the piercing is only a bar through the head of his dick. There has to be a story behind why he got pierced.
He starts to laugh at me “I was pissed off and drunk. I got pierced right after I broke up with Hanna.” I don’t realize I had stopped breathing. Thinking he did that because of her makes me upset, and I bite my lip. Jordan runs his thumb over my lower lip and pulls it from my teeth.
“Breath Cara, and stop biting your lip, please. I didn’t do this for Hanna. I was just drunk and pissed off. She’s the second woman to cheat on me. I was not interested in getting another tattoo when I was out with Ryan and I got a piercing. Only Ryan knows I did it so you can’t tell the others. Promise?” I relax knowing that Hanna didn’t know, but it’s odd that he did get pierced and I’m the first woman to see. I tell him that I promise not to say anything.
I roll to my right side away from Jordan, and he turns off the light. When I finally think that I’m comfortable and able to sleep Jordan grabs my hips. He pulls me right up against him, and I can feel his erection against my butt. I know I shouldn’t move. He tells me to lift my left arm, and I do. He wraps his around me, and I place my arm on top.
I have never cuddled before, but I really like this. His body warms mine up, and we fit well together. I cannot control the tingling sensation in my core or the desire burning through me. I force myself to ignore theses feelings and fall quickly asleep.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jordan
The look on her face when I asked if I could sleep naked was priceless. I told Cara the truth that they would come off anyway. I have tried, but I move in my sleep. I think the problem is similar to sleep walking only I tend to undress. Plus, sleeping nude is way more freaking comfortable and having Cara up next to me feels right. My dick is ready to come out and play.
I only sleep a little before I’m woken by soft moans. Cara is still snuggled up against me. I want to touch her again, but I pull back a little from her. I need to calm my dick down. Maybe I should take a cold shower. Cara moves and I fight to control myself. She’s wiggling her butt up against my throbbing cock. I grip her hip to stop her, and she lets out a little moan. Dear God, she’s going to be the death of me.
I can’t help but run my hand over her hip. The gown she is wearing has ridden up to the middle of her thigh. I reach my hand down and brush her thigh trying to fix the damn gown.
“Jordan,” Cara says my name as a soft, sleepy moan.
I take a deep breath, and I can’t stand it anymore.
I can smell her arousal as she moves again. Fuck me. I can’t do this, I need to touch her. I have to touch her.
Cara
"Cara." I can hear him whisper, as he runs his hand up my thigh, bringing up my nightgown. Oh, I am having one of those erotic dreams. I like this. I realize as my nightgown keeps moving that I don’t have on any panties. Of course, I would not have on any panties. Jordan wouldn’t let me put those on when we got out of the bathtub. I guess it’s my fault because I could have asked him for them.
“Cara, open your eyes for me, please.”
No! Why would I do that if I’m dreaming? I can still feel his hand on my thigh and my body feels like a jolt of electricity is running through it. I want to stay right where I am, dreaming about this sexy man touching me. I shift slightly to the touch of his hand and notice that he has moved on the bed.
“Cara, I know you’re awake, if you don’t open your eyes for me, I will stop touching you.” He whispers in my ear, and his breath tickles.
“No, I‘m dreaming, and I want to stay there.” He stops touching me, and I can still feel his breath on my ear. I try not to giggle, but am unable to contain the sound that comes out of my mouth. Jordan says my name one more time and the word sounds different, thick and heavy. He runs his lips over my ear and down my neck. Oh, please don’t do it. He kisses my neck right below my ear and lets out a heavy sigh. I can tell he knows exactly what to do that will have me open my eyes, and I refuse to wake from this dream.
He starts to kiss a little lower on my neck and then nips the spot. That area, the angle of where my neck curves into my shoulder I giggle and am done for when I pop my eyes open. I guess I wasn’t dreaming. Jordan is still playing with my neck as I giggle. I don’t understand how one spot can tickle and can feel good at the same time. My body is playing a wicked trick on me, and I don’t like it.
“I thought I was dreaming, and you woke me up,” I tell him as he moves over me. I want to frown at him, but I can’t because the look he’s giving me is deliciously sexy. This man is just a walking, talking, sex God. How I managed to become broken and colorful to sleeping in his bed is beyond me.
“I know you were pretty girl. You woke me up with those naughty noises you were making. I’m going to guess that you were dreaming about me.” I don’t make noises in my sleep, and he seems very proud of himself. I’m looking up in his eyes and cannot help dropping mine to look at his mouth. His eyes are a bright blue, but heavily dilated. They almost have this wicked hungry look about them.
Jordan leans forward and brushes his nose against mine before his lips come crashing down. I like how he kisses. His lips are soft and demanding. I can’t help, but moan when his tongue invades my mouth. Our tongues almost act like they are doing
this dance together. A cry escapes my lips when Jordan breaks our kiss.
“You taste sweet. Sit up pretty girl.” I do as requested after he pulls back from me. When I’m fully sitting up, I realize Jordan is still completely naked as I expected from when he came to bed. His erection is standing at full attention. I can’t help but stare. I never thought a man’s dick could be so long and thick. Of course, the piercing he’s sporting doesn’t help to alleviate my attention. I want to touch him.
“Cara, it’s bad enough the little noises you were making in your sleep, but if you keep staring at my cock like that I won’t be able to control what happens next. I refuse to hurt you pretty girl.” I quickly bring my eyes up to his. Why did he have to bring up the fact that I’m a virgin like that? He makes this whole thing sound as if he will never have sex with me. I stare into his eyes. My breathing is heavy. I’m confused as to what he wants from me.
“Cara I want to touch you. I don’t plan on having sex with you…” I drop my face to my hands to hide any chance of him seeing the tears in my eyes. Why would he want to touch me, but not have sex with me? This man is like a yo-yo, one minute he seems to like me and then the next, nope. “Cara, I’m not saying sex will never happen. We will, trust me, but not until you are fully healed. Right now I want to make you cum, make you feel good. Will you let me?” Well, hell. Who would say no to that? I nod my head yes, knowing that if I were to say anything, my words would come out an incoherent mess.
Jordan leans forward and carefully lifts my nightgown up over my head, paying close attention to my left arm. I hate that he has to be careful with me, but I’m glad that this is Jordan and no one else. He tosses my nightgown somewhere on the floor and leans forward to kiss me. This time, he’s demanding and the slight force he’s using to kiss me causes me to fall back on the bed. He tastes like him and sweet, like the ice cream from earlier.
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