Forget Cinderella (True Loves Fairytale Book 1)

by Tracey Champion

  Cara brings up her left hand and begins to unravel the bandage. I jump to my feet to stop her. We don’t have a replacement with us. “Sit, Jordan!” I’m stunned when she looks me in the eyes. “SIT!” Well shit, I do as she asks carefully adjusting the hard on in my pants.

  “I don’t need to see your fingers. I saw what they looked like at the hospital. I’m surprised you have some guts Cara. I guess getting laid does that to some people.” I want to say something. Cara corrects the bandage and walks to Hanna. She stops when they are almost nose-to-nose. I have no fucking clue what’s about to happen.

  “Since you seem to be fascinated with the idea of me having sex with Jordan. We can take this some place private. You are blood and all. I think you might want to be made aware of the fact that I’m still a VIRGIN.” Well, fuck me. I look around and everyone is frozen. Hanna just laughs.

  “Seriously, you live with him and he hasn’t tapped you yet? I guess you don’t turn him on. I mean, I know I do.” This day is shot all to hell. Cara turns quickly and shoots me a pointed look. She seems to be thinking something. I watch as she starts to walk to me.

  Cara doesn’t take her eyes off of me. Fuck me, I need to adjust my cock. My pants are too tight. When she gets close to me she leans, and places her left arm on my leg. I see her close her eyes for a second. I want to tell her not to do this because she’s going to hurt herself, but I think saying anything might make this situation worse.

  Cara opens her eyes and tilts her head. She never takes her eyes off me. I watch her move her right hand, and she rubs it along my hard as steel erection. Fuck me! I let out a hiss, and she just smiles at me. What the fuck, she’s in trouble later. Cara leans in closer to me and crushes her lips on mine. She doesn’t remove her hand from my jeans. Dear God.

  I slide my hand into her hair and bring her closer. The fact that she has yet to close her eyes is killing me. My control is about gone. She runs her little hand up and down my length, and right now I don’t give a fuck who can see. I go to deepen the kiss by licking her lip, and Cara lightly runs her tongue against mine. Fuck me, that was sexy, but she pulls away with an innocent giggle.

  Cara returns her attention back to Hanna. This might be where I should step in. “Jordan, you move and I swear to move back into the spare room, again,” she speaks without looking back at me. Well damn, I can’t have that. I might need to spend some time in the cold lake soon.

  “Hanna you’re a beautiful liar. I’ll give you that much. You and I are family so here’s the deal. You can accept the relationship between Jordan and me.” Cara turns to look at me. “I guess that would make us boyfriend and girlfriend.” She seems to be looking at me for approval, and I mouth yes. She smiles and returns her attention to Hanna.

  “We can have fun today at the lake and get over this drama. You can stop being a bitch and be someone that is supposed to be my family. I have never had a cousin before. I’m sorry you don’t like me with Jordan but you gave him up,” Cara pauses and walks closer to Hanna. I watch the events unfold just like everyone else. Cara wraps her arms around Hanna. “I love you Hanna, and I forgive you.” Well, damn.

  I expected Hanna to continue this little rant, but no. Hanna breaks. Cara just holds her as she begins to cry. I hear whispered words between them and Cara follows Hanna to her car.

  Cara

  “You don’t have to leave Hanna.” I hated what just happened between us. I’m shocked Jordan allowed me to touch him. I knew when he pulled me on his lap that he wasn’t hard. Finding that he was when I touched him proved to me I made him that way. The fact that he made a noise when I touch him was amazing.

  “I have caused enough trouble already. I don’t think anyone wants me to stay.” Liar. I don’t mind.

  “Hanna stop being bitchy and selfish. Then everyone would like you more. I want you to stay. Please, for me?” I try to find her eyes as she proceeds to open her car door. I step between her and the car.

  “You’re not leaving. Give me the keys.” I reach into the car and grab the shirt on the passenger seat. “Please do me a favor and cover up a little, you’re about to fall out.” She laughs, and I laugh with her. Then she hands me her keys.

  “I will stay for a little longer, and I will try, no promises, to curb my inner bitch.” I attempt to clap my hands together in excitement. We walk back to the group. Jordan’s eyes are glued to me. I walk to stand in front of him and he pulls me on his lap.

  “Pretty girl, you are going to be the death of me.” I smile and turn slightly in his arms.

  “We can’t have that. I think I want to keep you for as long as I can. Plus, I need you for when I’m all healed.” Please tell me he gets that.

  “Be specific, Cara Mia.” His eyes are searching mine and I lean in so I can whisper in his ear.

  “I have something that I want to give you and I can only give it once.” Please get what I said. I can feel Jordan’s erection against me.

  “You might want to be more clear on that pretty girl. I’m a guy , plain English.” He smiles. Are you kidding me?

  “I want you to fuck me.” That cannot be any more crystal clear. I pull back, and Jordan has a big smile on his face.

  “I may have to think on that.” Then he pulls me in for a kiss. I want to argue with him, but I lose all train of thought. I decide to leave this one alone and get lost in his lips on mine.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  The time at the lake is fun. Amber convinces me to walk out into the water. I hated the experience. Jordan was right beside me in the lake. He was kind enough to pull me close to him. I ended up standing with my feet on top of his. I think he enjoyed that. I know I could feel some form of enjoyment. After I had amused Amber long enough, she decided we could exit the lake. I was excited and still half terrified of what I might step on in the water.

  The not knowing what my feet squished on in the wet sand was wrong. Plus, there were fish and whatever else in the water. You can’t see the bottom, and I wasn’t happy. When we headed out Jordan picked me up in the water. I was beyond grateful.

  “Is there anything new on Travis?” I asked anyone with information as we all sat in the chairs.

  “No, beautiful. I have looked into all my contacts, and there’s nothing more than what we already know.” Tyler was the first to speak. When he called me beautiful, I smiled and Jordan tightened his grip on me.

  “Chill out. I think with what happened earlier we’ve cleared up that I’m yours. I am, however, allowed to be complimented.” I rolled my eyes. I was learning that my butt belonged on his, lap. I turned to amuse him and ran my nose along his lightly kissing him.

  “Anything that I don’t know.” I continued to ask.

  “Nope. Amber and I are going through files with your father’s law office. We know this is connected to Phoenix only. There was never any other location that involved both your father and uncle. We just need to keep searching.” Ryan’s very interesting. The way he talks about work, but I’m not an idiot I see when he looks at Amber. I should ask her about that later in private.

  “Ryan, I know you don’t like me, but maybe this has to do with his mother. Travis never mentioned his dad. Actually he was very careful not to. That might be something to think about.” Hanna has not spoken much after we got back from her car. I offer her a friendly smile. She’s doing well at trying not to be a bitch. Ryan scratches his head. He seems to be thinking over what Hanna just said.

  “Okay, maybe my not liking you is a bit much. You may be on to something. Why don’t you, me and Amber go for coffee tomorrow and talk more about what you may know.” Hanna looks at me like I have something.

  “Hanna people like you more when you’re not a bitch. Just be nice like you have been today and talk. Your safety is just as important as my own. Remember what I said. I meant when I said I love you. We got this. Trust them.” She relaxes and tells Ryan that she can talk with them about what she personally knows involving Travis.

  “The information y
ou know might not be much Hanna, but for what it’s worth, thank you,” Jordan tells Hanna.

  We spend the rest of the day talking and chilling at the lake. I watch as some people go back into the water. Jordan stays with me and is quiet when Hanna and I talk. I think I might actually like her. I hate when the time comes to go back, but I’m exhausted. Once Jordan and I are in his truck headed back to town, I have time to talk to him in private.

  “Jordan, I understand what happened earlier today, but can I say something without your input.” I don’t bother to look at him. I focus my attention out the window.

  “Sure.”

  “I don’t want to know about your previous relationships in any form. Nothing. I get that you were with Hanna, and that’s all I want to know. I would like to pretend that there are some things that are only mine.” I don’t need to know out loud that I have none of his firsts. The thought hurts enough. I just would like to pretend I have something that’s only mine.

  “Cara Mia, you have me. Let me tell you one thing. I have never once put a woman above my friends, family, or job, before you. I have put you above all those things regardless of knowing whether I could have you these last few weeks. I won’t tell you anything I know you don’t want to hear.”

  “Promise, Jordan.” I plead with him.

  “Promise.” I relax enough that I fall asleep on the drive to the house. Jordan wakes me when we reach the driveway. He tells me that he already ordered pizza for us. We spend the rest of the evening eating pizza and finishing The Hunger Games movie on Netflix.

  When the movie finishes. I’m exhausted. We decide to head to bed. I kind of expect something to happen between me and Jordan, maybe kissing or foreplay, but no. We both just climb into the big bed and go to sleep.

  I wake sometime in the middle of the night. I can hear the shower running and see steam billowing from the cracked beneath the door. I decided to find out why Jordan is awake and in the shower.

  I’m careful when I open the door to slide inside the bathroom. There’s a nice hot fog in the room. I can see his silhouette through the shower door. He’s leaning against the wall underneath the shower-head. The water is pouring down his back. I can tell he’s leaning against one arm and the other… my eyes follow what the other arm is doing.

  Jordan hasn’t noticed that I’m in the bathroom. His other hand, the one not holding him against the wall, is holding onto his very defined erection. I watch as he strokes his dick. His thumb slowly glides over the piercing at the head. I quickly cover my mouth to avoid him hearing me. He’s masturbating, and once I realize this I immediately and quietly leave the bathroom.

  I sit on the bed trying to wrap my mind around what I just saw. Am I disgusted or turned on? I know I’m turned on. Now what do I do? I take a minute to think and then I know. I strip and walk back into the bathroom. I’m quiet, and still Jordan doesn’t notice me. He seems to be focused on what his hand is doing. I walk closer to the shower door.

  “Jordan?” He stills his hand and turns to me. His eyes are wide in shock.

  Jordan

  Holy Shit! I should have known better. I figured she was sound asleep and wouldn’t wake. I needed to relieve some of the tension in my cock or I was going to have a bad case of blue balls and now I have no idea what to do. Fuck, this sucks.

  Cara looks from me to my hand. I haven’t removed it from my cock. Shit this is bad. She opens the shower door and climbs in with me.

  “Why?” The question comes out so innocently. The look on her face is one of pure curiosity. What do I tell her? The truth, that would be bad. I sure as fuck can’t lie to her now.

  The truth is I want to fuck her into next week. I want her to scream my name until she can’t talk. I want to make sure she feels me inside her when I’m no longer there, but I can’t. Not that I’m physically incapable of the act. I know damn well I could. The problem is I can’t handle the idea of the act. Not with her.

  I have spent too many nights fucking women. I get the satisfaction from sex, sure. The problem is when the relationship becomes a relationship or more, they leave and choose not to stay with me. I don’t know why. Maybe I have poor taste in women. Amber would fucking agree on my poor taste in women.

  I don’t want a meaningless fuck with Cara. I want the whole thing. I want the first time for her to be perfect and for her to say she’s ready.

  “Why, Jordan?” Cara asks in that sweet as honey voice.

  “I don’t have an honest answer, pretty girl.”

  “Is there something wrong with me? Is that why you choose to come into the bathroom alone to pleasure yourself?” Fuck me, if she didn’t make this seem all dirty. I don’t move to look at her nor have I removed my hand for my throbbing cock.

  “No, I needed some relief, and I didn’t want to wake you.” Truth.

  “Before we went to bed you could have said something Jordan.” Cara takes a step closer to me, and I can feel her press that body of hers against mine. I don’t move and watch as Cara runs her little hand along mine the same hand gripping my cock. My knees almost give out when her fingers run over my piercing, and then the head of my cock.

  “Jordan let me touch you, please. I want to. You may have to tell me how you like to be touched, but I think I’m a quick learner.” Holy shit. I release my grip on my cock. I’m about to cum like a horny teenage boy when she wraps her little hand around me.

  I don’t tell her what to do at first. I can’t even speak. The feel of her hand on me has sent a fire straight up my spine. Her touch is light. She plays close attention to my piercing and I let out a growl. I take hold of her hand when she moves to the base of my cock.

  “You can’t hurt me Cara Mia, but I need you to grip me tighter.” She tightens her grip and begins moving slowly up and down my cock. I have to close my eyes and just feel what she is doing. Then she stops. Cara moves around me and turns off the shower. I’m confused by what she is doing and saddened by the loss of her on my throbbing cock.

  Cara places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back against the cold wall. Her hand returns to my cock in the same grip she had before.

  “Jordan will you allow me to taste you.” Her beautiful gray eyes are searching me for permission. FUCK ME! I have never heard more erotic words in my life. I can’t even answer her question because all the blood to my brain is gone. “Jordan.” I have nothing. I think because I say nothing Cara understands the silence. Hell fucking yes, I want to scream, but I say nothing.

  I just watch as Cara drops to her knees in front of me. I have been fantasizing about what it would feel like to have her lips on me. To see my cock in her beautiful mouth. She takes a long look, and I can’t help but stare. My cock is hard and ready to play. Cara brings her eyes up to me.

  Cara

  I’m shocked that Jordan allowed me to touch him. More than anything I like how he is speechless.

  “Jordan, you’re going to have to bear with me. I’ve never done this before.” I listen as he lets out the breath he was holding. I still have his dick in my hand and bring my focus back to what I want to do. I have read about this, how hard can it be? I brace my knees and lean forward. I make sure he can see me and stick my tongue out to lick the head of his dick.

  There was a drop of fluid and I taste him. Jordan moans and I continue. I bring up his dick and lick the underside, carefully paying attention to the end of his piercing. I can’t help that I’m fascinated by it. I run my tongue around the ball and then again lick the length of him.

  “Fuck me, Cara Mia,” he moans. I love the sound of my name with the noises he’s making.

  I pucker my lips and kiss the head of his dick. Then I open my mouth, I take a deep breath through my nose and pull his dick in. I press my tongue against his piercing, and he lets out another moan. I think his moaning means that I’m doing this right.

  I suck on him and slowly drag my lips up and down his length. I try to be careful not to use my teeth and not to pull on the piercing. Jordan grabs my h
air and runs his fingers through it. I can feel him pull the hair into a ponytail and then grabs on tight. I shouldn’t like his roughness, but I’m so turned on. I adjust on my knees to press my legs together. The thought that I can use my free hand to touch myself crosses my mind.

  “You touch yourself Cara Mia, and I will spank you. Only I get to touch you.” Well, crap. I’m scolded by Jordan.

  I pull back on Jordan’s dick with a pop. I decide to lick him again this time focusing only on the head and piercing.

  “Cara Mia, fuck that feels good.” I suck him back into my mouth. Moving up and down, listening closely to his noises. “Pretty girl, if you keep this up I’m going to cum. I don’t think you want me to cum in your mouth.”

  Huh, isn’t that the whole point? I refuse to listen and continue my rhythm. I slowly release him for only a second. “Just warn me before you cum,” then I continue. I’m so turned on that I don’t want to stop.

  “Shit Cara, please stop, I’m…” I feel Jordan tense and then warm liquid fills my mouth. I swallow because, well, that’s the only thing I can do. When he’s done, I release him and he pulls me up off the shower floor.

  I expect Jordan to say something, but instead he opens the shower door. For a moment I think I have done something wrong. Jordan drags me out and tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

  “Jordan, put me down.” He starts walking out of the bathroom. He drops me in the middle of the bed. Before I can protest Jordan pushes my knees up and slightly spreads my legs then buries his head between them. I can’t see what he is doing, but I sure as hell can feel him.

  Jordan licks up my slit, and I let out a breathless moan. My back arches when he gently licks my clit then sucks hard. Holy hell. He continues this assault on my lady bits, gentle and rough. I feel when he pulls away from me, and I moan at his loss.

  He only takes a second, and I feel his fingers run up and down my wetness. I can only guess that he sticks two fingers inside me. I feel him slightly scissor them and a light pinch. I should be concerned by the sensation, but the pleasure is overwhelming.