by LeAnn Ashers
Thirty minutes into the ride, “Rolling In The Deep” by Adele comes on the radio and I can’t resist singing.
The radio cuts off, and I look over at Jordan. Then we come to a complete stop.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Holy fuck, man,” Trey says in the back seat.
I look back at them. Trey and Vinny are both staring at me in awe.
“Angel, you knew you could sing like that?”
My eyes widen. I was not expecting him to say that. “I was just singing?” I say it more like a question.
Jordan throws his head back and bursts out laughing. “Angel, you are better than that woman singing on the radio.”
My jaw hits the floor. I can sing? I remember singing a lot with my mother in the kitchen, but I haven’t sung out loud in front of anyone in a very long time. Not since my mother got addicted. When that happened, I lost everything.
“Continue singing, baby.” Jordan turns the radio back on and pulls back onto the interstate.
I start singing again. This goes on and on. Song after song. When I quit singing, he tells me to sing more—all the way to his parents’ house.
“We’re here.”
I stop singing when we pull up into a driveway. At the end of it is a large, two-story brick house. When we stop, two people walk outside. I can tell one is Jordan’s mother, and the other has to be his dad. Jordan looks a lot like him.
“They’ll love you, angel,” Jordan reassures me and strokes my cheek before climbing out.
Vinny and Trey climb out, but I stay still because, if I climb out without letting Jordan help me, he will be pissed.
He comes to my door, opens it, and pulls me out. My feet hit the ground, and he slams the truck door shut. I hold his hand tight as I face his parents. Their gazes immediately leave Jordan and move to me.
Eeek. I want to get back into the truck and hide. Gulping, I smile at them both. They smile back and then smile at Jordan. That’s good, right? Jordan pulls me along with him until I’m face-to-face with his parents.
His mom has that sweet motherly vibe to her, and it makes me want to hug her. It reminds me of how my mom used to be.
“She’s absolutely beautiful, Jordan.”
All of my worries vanish.
“You finally got something right, son,” Jordan’s father jokes, winks at me, and then smacks Jordan on the shoulder.
I laugh, and then I am in his mother’s arms. She pulls me into her, wrapping me solidly into a hug only mothers can give. Closing my eyes, I sink in and hug her back tight. It makes me miss my mother a lot more. I feel that’s something I will never have again.
“Welcome to the family,” she whispers into my ear.
Tears mist in my eyes. She lets me go, and his father picks me up off the ground, squeezing me. Then he sets me back down, giving me a kiss on the forehead, before I am placed back in Jordan’s arms.
“Ohh, your sister is here! Let me go find her. She’s cooking.”
“Fuck yes,” Jordan says, and I arch an eyebrow at him. He catches me looking and smiles that smile. “Baby, you haven’t lived until you’ve had my sister’s food.”
Oh, okay.
We all head inside, Vinny and Trey are at our backs. The house has that warm, homey feel I immediately fall in love with.
“Jordan!” a woman screams, and then she runs through the room. Lani, his sister, tackles Jordan in a hug and squeezes him. She lets go and looks at me before beaming a beautiful smile. She has long, red hair and beautiful, light-green eyes, and her body is to die for. She pulls me into a hug and then let’s go. “You did good, Jordan. I’m proud of you,” she teases.
Jordan rubs the top of her head, messing up her hair. “These are my brothers, Trey and Vinny.”
Lani’s eyes are huge as she takes in the guys.
What has me most shocked is the way the guys react. Trey’s knees buckle and he grabs the wall like the sight alone of her has him falling on his ass. Vinny looks like he is about to fall over, and he’s looking at her like she is the best thing since sliced bread.
Well, I’ll be damned.
Lani is curvy just like a pin-up model. She has round hips, a big butt, small legs, a small waist, and big boobs. She’s every man’s dream woman, and it looks like she is Trey’s and Vinny’s.
“Lani.” She flashes a smile.
Both men jolt like she just shocked the shit out of them. Jordan is grinning from ear to ear. Well, I guess he’s not pissed about it like I thought he would be.
Trey moves closer to her and grabs her hand. “Nice to meet you, sweetheart.” He grins, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him do so.
Vinny grabs her other hand in his. “Very nice to meet you, love.”
Be still my heart.
She smiles and flutters her eyelashes, and I have to admit she is good.
She steps back. “Food’s ready, everyone.” She turns around, flips her hair, and walks away, her ass moving with every move.
Vinny and Trey take off right behind her.
Flicking my hand, I make a whipping sound with my mouth, and Jordan laughs. Well, it’s true! I laugh along with him, and we follow Trey and Vinny.
In the kitchen, Lanie is already sitting down, and much to my utter shock, Trey and Vinny are on either side of her. I’m not shocked one bit when Jordan pulls out a chair for me, and I take my seat. He sits beside me, right next to his dad, who’s at the head of the table.
“How’s the club?” Jordan’s dad asks as he lifts a bowl off the table and puts some food on his plate. Then he passes it to his wife. He picks up another and does the same again, filling his plate and then passing it over.
“Everything is good, Dad,” Jordan answers him.
Vinny nods in agreement. I know that it’s not going well, but I also know not to voice that.
I don’t know what to say. I’ve never done this before, so I stay silent, my hand under the table, settled on Jordan’s inner leg.
The rest of the dinner flies by, mostly because everyone is busy eating. I have to admit that this is the best food I’ve ever eaten. His sister isn’t just a good cook. She’s more than that; she’s the shit.
“Fuck me, woman. Marry me,” Vinny says between bites.
Trey nods, not taking a break between bites. Hell, if I were a man I would wife her up immediately if I would get to eat this kind of food every day.
“Sure, but get done eating first,” Lani says with a straight face.
Vinny and Trey look at each other, grinning, then look back to her.
“You got it, sweetheart,” Trey says and gives her the eye, throwing off that sexy bad-boy vibe.
She puts more food on their plates, and they go back to eating. She catches me staring and winks.
After everyone is done eating, I help his mother clean up and wash the dishes.
Elbow-deep in dish water, she bluntly asks, “You love my son?”
I study her, trying to gauge her. Smiling softly, I nod. As I think about Jordan, my heart aches in the best possible way. “Yes. More than anything.”
His mother grins, her eyes lighting up, which makes her look years younger. “Good, because he’s like his father so much. The moment his father met me, it was a done deal.” She throws me a saucy grin. Uh oh. “I fought him, of course, because why the hell not? But that man never gave up. He asked me out for three months every single day with a grin.”
I laugh because we know where Jordan gets his stubbornness from, but his mom has a sassy side to her, and Lanie got all of that.
His mother cocks her hip and tilts her head to the side, giving me a look. “When you going to give me some grandbabies?”
My mouth pops open, because what do I say to this? Then I hear someone walk into the kitchen. Jordan comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me.
“As soon as I can, Ma.” He kisses my cheek.
I blush because his mother is watching us.
She closes her eyes to slits
like she is studying us. “You doing anything to prevent it?”
Oh my God! Why didn’t I think of that? I am probably pregnant now! We’ve had sex once already, but I’ve been really sore and Jordan won’t touch me until I am one hundred percent better.
“Nope,” Jordan drawls.
His mom gasps and claps her hands before resting her fisted hands under her face. She’s looking at us like we are the best things on Earth. I feel Jordan’s body shaking with silent laughter, his face tucked into the side of my neck, leaving me exposed and unable to laugh like I so want to.
“Twins run in your family? I hope for twins! Oh, triplets!” She walks out of the room, screaming for Jordan’s dad, Derek.
Triplets?
Yeah, let’s not shoot for that.
I want to be a mother. I have thought a great deal about it in my years locked away. Every time I wanted to envision my future, I saw myself being a mom, taking care of my babies and my husband. Call me old-fashioned, but that’s what I want.
“How’s your pussy?” Jordan whispers in my ear, his hand drifting down my belly slowly before cupping me.
I shiver and press myself harder against his hand. “Not sore anymore,” I whisper.
He presses his fingers in. “Good. Gonna fuck you tonight,” he whispers, his breath brushing against my neck and my ear making goose bumps break out across my arms.
“Your parents?”
“They won’t know. Got to keep that mouth occupied because, baby, you’re not a silent one.”
My face burns. I turn around in his arms and hide my face in his chest.
“My sister is wanting us to go out to a bar tonight. We’re leaving at eight. I have to go help my dad.” His hand lands against my ass before he steps away and walks right out of the room.
Well, I guess that’s that. I don’t know where our room is. I don’t even know if I’m sharing a room with him. I hope I am. I don’t want to think of sleeping alone because I haven’t slept a night without him yet.
Yeah, we skipped a lot of stuff. Most couples usually take years to reach that point. But who cares what normal is? Normal is overrated anyway. If Jordan asked me to marry him right now, I would say yes in a heartbeat and drag him to the courthouse. I wouldn’t know how to plan a wedding—that’s for sure.
“Come on, girl. Let’s go get ready!” Lani yells into the kitchen.
I follow behind her, up the stairs to a large bathroom with a long counter filled with makeup. Next to the shower is my suitcase.
“Let’s see what you have.” She struts over to my bag and then goes through my clothes.
“It has to match my cut,” I tell her, and she nods.
Jordan told me that my cut can’t come off at all when we are out, especially out of town like this where a club isn’t in this city.
“Ohh, let’s do jeans and white V-neck.” She takes out my white V-neck and a pair of jeans and hands them to me.
I guess we are just going to a regular laid-back bar.
“So, tell me about Vinny and Trey.”
I laugh and sit on the floor with her. She starts putting her makeup on with a small mirror.
“What do you want to know?” I ask.
She looks away from the mirror and then at me. “They single?”
They? Does she mean both of them? Does she want both? How would that work?
“Yeah, they are.”
She smiles to herself and puts some foundation on. “They together?”
My eyes widen. What do I say? I really don’t know if they are or not. “I’m not sure.” That’s all I am going to say.
“Tell me about them both.”
“Umm.” I move my legs around to get more comfortable. “Vinny is the more easy-going one and the one who converses the most. Trey is all dark and mysterious. He throws off those major bad-boy vibes.”
She winks at me and then puts mascara on. “Yeah, I got that from the both of them.”
Yeah, I am still confused! Does she want both? Can she have both? Because those men were really interested in her. When they saw her, they about fell on their asses just from the sight of her.
An hour later, we are ready. We walk down the stairs and into the living room.
Lani struts in. Trey’s and Vinny’s gazes go to her and they darken. They are totally into her. Lanie has something I really admire and that is her confidence. That and she’s absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
“God, angel. You’re gorgeous.”
I pull my gaze away from Lanie and turn to my man. My man. I will never grow tired of saying that. I step into his arms, hugging him. Leaning my head back, I look up at him and smile. God, I really do love this man.
“I love you Jordan.”
Jordan’s face softens in a way only I get to see. “Love you too, angel.” He bends his head and kisses me, never deepening it but just loving the feel of each other.
Someone clears their throat, and I break the kiss. His mother is smiling at us. Blushing, I press my head to his chest, hiding my red cheeks. Jordan laughs and puts his palm on the back of my head. An arm wraps around my back, hugging me to him.
“Let’s go, everyone!” Lanie yells. Then she hugs her dad and kisses his cheek before doing the same with her mom.
I wave bye to his parents and we all walk out together. Jordan lets my hand go and opens the passenger’s door. He lifts me in. It’s pointless for me to try to climb in because the truck is too high. Trey picks Lanie up and sets her in the back seat. She scoots over in the middle. She smiles at me, and I turn around.
I buckle up, and Jordan climbs in. The radio comes on and I look at it then back at Jordan. He grins and reaches over, grabbing my hand. He rests our joined hands together on the seat between us.
“You gonna sing for us, angel?”
After sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I ask, “Do you want me to?”
He nods and turns the radio up. “Yours” by Ella Henderson comes over the radio. My heart starts aching because this song means a lot. It has a lot of what I feel in it. Gulping, I look around in the truck at everyone who is staring at me.
Jordan wants this, and I will do it for him. Smiling shyly, I look down at the seat before staring at Jordan. Then I start singing.
For the next few minutes, I sing everything for this man, not even caring that I have an audience. I love him and want him to know how much.
“Fuck, angel,” Jordan says softly after the song is over. His hand is tight around mine, but he doesn’t say a word for the next few minutes.
We pull up outside of the bar and everyone in the back gets out, walking on in without us. I unbuckle my seat belt, and I’m snatched out of my seat and into his lap, my legs on either side of his hips. The seat scoots back so I have more room.
“Angel” He drags my name out.
My heart is pounding out of my chest at the look on his face. His eyes are so full of emotion. I bring my hand to his face, needing to touch him.
“I fucking love you, angel. Way more than I fucking should, but I do. I want my babies in you, my ring on your finger.”
Oh my God. Tears flood my eyes and I blink, a tear rolling down my face. “I love you too, Jordan. You’re everything to me.”
I physically ache with how much I love this man. There are no words that explain how much I do.
“Fuck me,” Jordan whispers, looking all over me. He touches his lips to mine softly and so full of emotion. “Let’s get out of here, baby. I’m getting a hotel for tonight.”
“What for?”
He grins at me. “So I can fuck my woman.”
With that, I scoot out of his lap and into the passenger’s seat. Jordan puts the truck into drive and speeds out of the parking lot.
Jordan slams the hotel door shut and faces me. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, I lift it over my head. I smirk while raising an eyebrow at him. He takes a step closer to me, and I unbutton my pants, wiggling my hips as I push them down my legs.
His clothes
start joining mine on the floor. Every time I take an item off, something of his hits the floor until we are completely naked.
Jordan grabs my hand and leads me to the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed, and he moves down to his knees. He spreads my legs wide.
“Lay back, angel.”
I lie back and him ducks his head a split second before he’s on me. Sucking my stomach in, I tense at the sudden, intense pleasure.
His tongue, his teeth, and his lips bring me closer and closer to the edge with each movement for the next few minutes. A finger enters me and I moan louder. He adds another, and I move my hips, taking him deeper.
“Scoot farther up the bed.”
Through the fog of pleasure, I do as he wants and move up the bed. Jordan climbs up the bed and moves between my legs. His body lies fully on top of mine, his elbows on either side of my head, his face only inches away from mine.
He kisses me, and I dig my hands into his hair. I deepen the kiss. I feel him at my entrance. As he slowly moves into me, there’s a slight bit of pain, but nothing like before. He moves deeper and deeper until he is fully inside.
He stays still for a few seconds then leans back, looking down at me. “You good?”
“Never been better.” I teasingly run my nails down his back.
He slides out and back in. I moan and lock my legs together behind his back. He moves out and back in faster this time. Each time he does this, he gets faster and harder.
Gasping, I clutch his shoulder, trying to get ahold of myself. I thought before was good? Hell no! This is something else entirely. Jordan’s face darkens, and then he unleashes. He hammers into me hard, fast, and completely out of control.
I love every second of it.
Raising my head, I kiss him. His hand cups the bottom of my jaw. He moves even harder and I cry out into his mouth. I bring one hand to the back of his head, and the other drags hard down his back.
Jordan twirls his hips, and I freeze, my toes curl, and I clench hard around him. He pulls back and slams in. I throw my head back and come. Jordan comes a second later. His head is at the crook of my neck as we come down from our orgasms.
A few minutes later, Jordan moves inside me again. He’s already hard, but this time, he takes his time. His gaze never leaves mine as he makes love to me in such a loving way that I find myself crying through the whole thing. He kisses my tears away and I cling to him, my man.