Matt sanded down a corner of the box and sighed. He had no idea how he was going to do it. He sure as hell didn’t want to be mayor. No one really did, and that was the problem. Nobody wanted the job, and those who might want it didn’t want to deal with Prescott. It was clear something had to change because they couldn’t go on living like this.
He stood back and looked at the half-finished box. When it was finished, it would be an herb box for Jordan. She had the garden in the back of her grandmother’s place, but she didn’t have anything for just herself. Something he wanted to change, even if it was just a pipe dream since she was leaving. Maybe if she saw this, she’d see the possibility of roots and proof he wanted her to stay.
He just had to make sure it was worth staying. Because, at the moment, he knew Jordan didn’t want to stay. It wasn’t safe, not with Prescott in charge and the town rallying against her. There were some folks who hadn’t reacted that way, but they hadn’t stood up for her either.
That would have to change.
He took out a drawer and sanded the sides. When it was finished, it would house her herbs. They could grow on top and be store, dried, in the drawers. Tyler had told him she was practicing with her magic more so he wanted to help. Though he still felt hesitant about the whole magic thing, he had to get over it. He’d been wrong. Jordan would never knowingly have hurt him. And if she learned more about her powers, she could help both herself and him.
Hopefully.
“So let me get this straight,” Justin said as he leaned against the workbench. “You just let her go to jail and left her there?”
Matt scowled and shook his head. “Tyler and Jordan told me not to go. That it would only make things worse. So now I’m stuck here while Jordan is alone in a cell and Prescott is grinning like the ass he is.”
Justin sighed. “I can’t believe Tyler actually did it.”
“He didn’t have a choice.”
“Really? Because it isn’t like he’s the law or anything.”
Matt ground his teeth together. “Not in this town. He’s just a fucking glorified figurehead.”
Justin cursed and handed Matt a level. “That needs to change.”
“You think?”
“So, what are we going to do?”
“That’s the thing. Other than getting Prescott out of office, I don’t see much we can do. But who would run against him?”
Justin visibly shuddered. “Not me, that’s for sure. I barely have enough time with being principal as it is. And I think it says something in the bylaws that I can’t do it anyway since it would be a conflict of interest.”
Matt raised a brow. “Really?”
Justin smiled, showing teeth. “Yep. But you know, you could do it. You’re a business owner and a good seed in society and all that shit.”
“Lovely,” he said dryly.
“What? It’s the truth.”
Yeah, but could he really be mayor and be forever linked to the old Marlow place? He couldn’t quite see himself ducking out of an event because he had to turn all ghosty.
“Maybe Jackson?”
Justin smiled with unholy glee at Matt’s suggestion, and they both broke out laughing.
“Oh God, please, please can I be the one to ask?” Justin asked, rubbing his hands together.
“I can just imagine his face when he tells you no.”
“Oh, you mean the I’m-a-badass-with-coal-and-ice-for-a-heart face? The one he gives us when we ask if we can decorate his house with garland and pictures of hot girls dressed as sexy elves for Christmas?”
“You know, I think that was one of your more enlightened ideas, bro.”
“What? Come one, we’re five single guys. We should be allowed to put up pictures of scantily clad women on our walls as decoration if we want to.”
“Really? So this is what men talk about when the women are behind bars?” Jordan teased as she walked into the garage. She looked pale, shaky, and in need of a hug. But she was here.
Thank God.
Matt quickly, and discreetly, pushed the herb box to the side of the room behind a bench so she couldn’t see it and walked to her. He opened his arms, and she sank in his hold, her body pressed tightly against his.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
“I missed you too, baby.” He kissed the top of her head and ran a hand down her back.
“Sure,” she said with a dry twist. “So much so that you’re talking about naked elves. Hot.”
“Actually, Justin was the one who mentioned it.”
“Thanks for throwing me under the bus, bro,” Justin said. “Come here, Jor. Let me get a good look at you.” He held open his arms, and Jordan extricated herself from Matt’s and walked to his brother.
Matt raised a brow. “Watch your hands, Justin.”
“Sure, I’ll watch them as they rub—Oof.” Justin rubbed his side where Jordan had elbowed him. “’K, that hurt.”
“Keep your hands where I can see them—not on me. And aren’t you the principal of the school? I thought you’d reformed your bad boy ways.”
“Obviously not enough.” Justin gave a wicked smile and winked.
Jordan shook her head but smiled. “I swear you Cooper brothers are in a league of your own.”
“As long as you know there’s no crying in baseball,” Justin joked.
Matt groaned. “Oh God, I think that was the worst joke you’ve ever told.”
Justin smiled. “Actually, no. Remember the one where—”
Jordan smiled and placed her hand over his mouth. “I think I’m good without knowing whatever you’re about to say.”
Matt growled. “Jor, could you refrain from touching my brother’s lips?”
Justin nipped at them, and Jordan took her hand back. “You’re horrible, Justin.”
“True,” Justin agreed. “So, how was the slammer?”
“I would think you’d know, dear troublemaker.”
Justin raised his hands in mock innocence. “Hey, I never got caught. There’s a difference.”
Matt shook his head. “As much as I love you, Justin, go.”
Jordan gasped. “Hey, rude.”
“Actually, I have to go help Abby with some last minute things for the play tonight. I would say you should come, but with what happened today, I don’t know if you’d want to make a scene.”
Jordan shook her head. “I know. I just want to stay home.”
“You’ll stay with me,” Matt growled.
“Oh, really?” Jordan raised a brow.
“Oh, look, a lovers’ quarrel. I should go.” Justin tugged Jordan close and hugged her tight. “I’m glad you’re okay, hon,” he said seriously. “We’ll fix this.”
Jordan shook her head and kissed his cheek. “I don’t think this can be fixed.”
“You obviously don’t realize your boyfriend over there is a fixer. We Coopers stand together, and you’re an honorary one, babe.”
Jordan teared up, and Matt held her close to him. God, he loved his family. They were accepting of anyone who they considered family. Maybe they wouldn’t freak out as much when, and if, he told them he was a ghost…then again, maybe not.
“You two stand together, and you’ll be fine.” Justin smiled, a little sadness in his gaze before he masked it, and then he walked out of the garage.
Matt kissed her neck, and she moaned. He pulled back but kept that thought for later. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Jordan turned in his arms and looked up at him. “I’m a bit jarred, but okay. Tyler didn’t put me in a cell.”
Matt closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”
“He just made me sit there for a couple of hours with breakfast and hide out from Prescott.”
“I’m going to kill that man.”
“Who? Tyler?” She tried to smile, but it fell flat.
Matt pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck. The shiver that slid down her body made him think of naughty things. Na
ughty things that they could be doing right now if they wanted. First, he needed to make her feel better.
“I’m going to figure out a way to get Prescott out of office since I don’t want my brother arresting me for murder.”
Jordan looked up at him, her eyes tired and weary. “I don’t want you getting hurt or losing your job, Matt.”
“I’m not letting you be the catalyst for Prescott’s hatred.”
She shook her head then rested it on his chest. “It’s nothing that I didn’t get used to when I lived here before.”
A sharp pang speared him. How could he have let her feel this way in the town where they’d both grown up? It was no wonder she’d left. He tightened his grip, and she snuggled closer.
“Are you hungry?” She’d been gone for over two hours, and though she’d said Tyler had fed her, he still wanted to take care of her.
“No, I don’t think I could eat anything.”
He ran a hand through her hair then kissed the top of her head. “Let’s head over to my place and be lazy. What do you say?”
Jordan kissed the bottom of his jaw and nodded. “That sounds perfect. But I still have a lot to do on the house.”
He tried not to think of the fact that she as getting closer and closer to leaving him. Maybe a distraction would work.
He kissed her softly, letting his tongue run along the seam of her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, and he ran a hand down her back, cupping her ass. She wiggled into him and let out a laugh.
“Hey, I’m putting on my best moves here, why are you laughing?” He squeezed her ass, and she laughed hard.
“I’m sorry, baby. I love how you distract me.”
“Uh-huh. Then why are you laughing?”
“Because we’re in Jackson’s garage.”
Matt looked around at their surroundings and frowned. “I don’t understand. We could make love here. I could bend you over that work bench.” If fact, that sounded like a fucking fantastic idea.
She shook her head, but her eyes had darkened at the suggestion. “Take me to your place, and you can bend me over something there.” She grinned, and he groaned. Her hand crept down his stomach and brushed against his cock, which was currently trying to escape his jeans.
“Is your car still at the old Marlow place?” God, it was getting too hard to think about logistics. They needed to get to his place—now.
“Yep, that means you need to drive with a hard-on and not crash.”
He groaned and kissed her hard, her tongue fighting with his. He pulled back, panting. “Get in the car.”
She grinned and lowered her eyes. “Race you.”
“Baby, I’m about to make it to the finish line right now if you don’t hurry up that ass of yours.”
She huffed, but her eyes held laughter. With a wink, she ran out the garage toward the car. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and willed his cock to calm down.
“Come on, buddy, just hold on until we get there. The last thing we need do is crash because you’re too busy thinking about Jordan.”
“Are you talking to your dick?” Jordan asked as she walked back in.
Matt growled. “Get in the car.” He felt his cheeks heat up. Yeah, she wasn’t supposed to have heard that little pep talk of his.
Jordan laughed—God, he loved that sound—and he ran behind her.
Somehow, they got to his place and stood in his living room, panting, needy, and staring at each other.
“So, does he talk back?” Jordan asked, a small smile on her face.
“Why don’t you come over and see?”
They broke out into laughter. “Oh God, that has to be the worst line ever.”
Matt shrugged. “Hey, you’re the one asking if my dick talks.”
She shook her head, and he smiled. “Did you say something about bending me over something here?”
Matt’s cock rose—again, damn thing—and he groaned. He prowled toward her, determination in his stride. Her breath hitched, and he crushed his mouth to hers, wrapping her ponytail around his fist. He trailed his other hand up her shirt and cupped her breast.
She wiggled, and he pinched her nipple and rolled it.
“Matt, God, that feels good.”
“Good? Oh, I think I can do better.”
He pulled her backward and brought them to his kitchen table.
“What is it with you and tables?” she asked as she kissed his neck.
“I can’t help it. I see one, and I want to fuck you over it.” He tugged off her shirt and groaned when her braless tits bounced.
“That could prove disastrous in public.” She moaned, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth
“True,” he mumbled around her breast. He pulled back and rubbed her pussy through her jeans. Fuck, she was hot, ready. “Maybe we should fuck it out of our systems. You know, just to be sure.”
“I like that idea. But, first, I want to do something for you.”
He raised an eyebrow as she took off his shirt. “Oh, really?”
“Uh-huh.” She knelt before him and undid his jeans. She lowered them past his ass then off completely. He sidestepped them so he only stood in his boxer briefs.
“Jordan, you don’t have to—” Fuck. She’d pulled him out of his boxers and stroked him. She raised her head so she gazed directly at him as she licked the head.
Holy. Shit.
She lowered her gaze and licked the vein underneath. His body rocked as pleasure shot through him. He held onto the table with one hand and her ponytail with the other so he wouldn’t fall.
She looked up at him again and swallowed him whole. He groaned as she relaxed her throat muscles and took him deeper. He forced himself not to thrust even though his balls ached. As if sensing that, she reached up and rolled them in her hand.
“Jesus, Jor,” he let out, his voice raspy.
She hummed, the vibrations shooting through his cock and up his spine. He went cross-eyed as she took her hand and stroked him in rhythm with her other movements.
“Baby, I’m not going to last.”
She hummed again and continued her delicious torture. He pulled back, and she pouted.
“Hey, I wasn’t done.”
“No, but I would be if you didn’t stop.”
“So? I wanted a taste.”
He groaned and tried to not to come. Jordan would be the death of him. “I’m not that young anymore, baby. I might not have quite the recovery time to make love to you after that.”
She pouted but didn’t look all too sad. He bent, gripped her hips, and pulled her to a standing position. She gasped as he took off her pants and panties in a quick movement.
“You’re getting good at that,” she teased.
“You’ll just have to let me practice.”
She rolled her eyes. “I swear your lines are getting worse.”
He spanked her, and she gasped. “Watch it, babe. I may just have to show you who’s boss.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, then you’ll find out that would be me.”
Matt grinned. “True, but when I’m fucking you, you’ll have a clearer picture.”
“Uh-huh.”
He gripped her hips and turned her around. She gasped and gripped the edge of the table.
“Matt…”
“Shh, baby, I’ll take care of you.” He knelt behind her, and she wiggled. He gave her a sharp slap on her other cheek, and she moaned. “See? You like that?” His cock hit his stomach and throbbed, but he wanted to look his fill before he filled her.
He placed both hands on her now rosy ass and massaged. She groaned and bent farther down on the table so her delicious ass was now closer to his face. Taking that as a hint, he nibbled, licked, and bit down.
“Matt!”
He licked the spot where he’d bit and spread her cheeks. He lowered his head and kissed her pussy. She squirmed, and he smiled. He licked and sucked her clit while forcing her legs to spread wider so he could get a better taste. Fuck, she taste
d amazing—sweet, ripe, Jordan. He licked again, this time spearing her with his tongue. She shook and called out, but he didn’t stop. Magic sparked around him, engulfing the room in a soft glow. He nibbled around her clit before licking her again, and her pussy clenched around his tongue as she screamed his name. He licked farther up until he reached her little star-shaped hole and sucked around it.
“Matt? What are you doing?” she said breathless.
“Mmm, just tasting.” He gently dipped his tongue inside. She froze then moaned. He repeated the process a few times, her body shaking, his along with hers.
“Matt, please, I need you.”
He moved his hands so they gripped her hips and he stood behind her. “God, I need you too.”
“Maybe one day, we can try…” Her whole body blushed, and he almost came on her back.
“Dear God, yes.”
She let out a raspy chuckle, her breasts resting on the table. Yeah, he wouldn’t eat there again and not think about the best thing he’d ever tasted. He positioned his cock at her entrance and stood still, the tip barely brushing her wet folds. He gulped, fighting for control. He didn’t want to come as soon as her pussy was wrapped around him.
She rotated her hips, her ass in the air, ready. He slowly entered her, her pussy tightening as he pushed in inch by inch. She groaned, and he echoed her. When he was fully seated within her, his balls and thighs against her, he bent over her back and kissed her nape.
“I love you,” he whispered, unable to hold it in any longer.
Tears fell down her cheeks. And she swallowed hard. He froze. What if she didn’t feel the same way? Here he was, deep inside her, professing his love, and she didn’t speak.
“I love you too, Matt.”
He let out a breath, kissed her cheek, and closed his eyes. He pulled out partially and then slid back in. She moaned, and he did it again, this time faster…harder. He stood up, gripped her hips, and slammed into her.
“Matt!”
God, he loved his name on her lips. He pistoned into her, her pussy clenching around him as his balls tightened. Again, little sparks of magic flew into the air, filling the space with warmth. He felt her come right before he couldn’t hold back anymore, and he released inside of her. His dick twitched and throbbed, his seed warm inside her and around him. He lowered his body over hers, careful not to let too much of his weight lay on top of her.
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