Surviving Jordon (Surviving Series Book 3)

by Virginia Wine

  I was certain I was a walking contradiction. The lingering guilt of the past was hard to shed. I had put her through hell. Maybe I didn’t deserve her. Years of avoiding any emotion that would expose my true feelings had cost me. I had misled her heart, when it wasn’t her burden to carry, but mine. Just the thought of it caused my gut to twist. A rush of memories flooded in, and within them, I still managed to hold on to the good ones. The slightest smile from her would always be my undoing.

  She’d always been the one I’d desperately wanted, the one who occupied my thoughts as far back as I could remember. The universe was clearly giving me the second chance I was unworthy of. I drew out a long breath as I continued down the path to meet her.

  I spotted her on the beach and smiled, making my way down the final steps to join her. I sat the basket on a nearby table. I quietly approached her. Stopping short, I slid my hands in the front pockets of my cargo shorts, admiring the view.

  “Breathtaking, isn’t it?

  “More than that. It’s spiritual,” she said, without so much as a look my way.

  “Everything all right, baby?” I asked quietly.

  But her gaze remained focused on the ripples of the turquoise waters.

  I approached, and her eyes were red and puffy.

  “I can tell something’s wrong. Talk to me.”

  “It’s silly, really. I was reminiscing about my mother.” Her words squeezed my heart. Her gaze rose and locked on mine. “I’ll never have the opportunity to share the milestones with her, and she’s missing the best parts to come. Meeting you, sharing the happiness I’ve found.”

  Her amber eyes caught the sun and sparkled with flecks of gold. I didn’t have a clue how to fix that for her. I searched for something, anything to say to ease her pain.

  “Jordan, do you believe she’s somewhere out there watching you, looking down from heaven, or a place where she’s able to see your happiness guiding you through life?”

  “Yes, I do believe that. I’m just selfish.” Her gaze drifted up to meet mine again. “I want her with me.” She attempted a smile, but it was forced. “This will pass. Don’t worry, Ben. I’m fine.” She glanced over her shoulder. “What do you have there? I’m famished.”

  “Breakfast, specially made by moi.”

  I sat the basket between us and sank into the large cushion, which swallowed me in comfort.

  “This is nice.”

  We enjoyed our breakfast mostly in silence. The soft, white-sand beach, the turquoise water, and the shallow waves quietly rolling in. The peaceful cove we’d settled into healed her. And the beauty undisturbed by man, the calm serene setting pulling us both into tranquility.

  I removed all evidence of our breakfast when we were finished.

  “Thank you, that was incredible.”

  Her smile lit up her face. She was insanely adorable, and oh so sexy. I took my cargos off, revealing my swim shorts, and once I was settled in beside her, it sparked the craving to have her—all of her.

  I turned to face her as the gentle tropical breeze flowed through her hair. She was stunning. I lifted her chin with my finger, as she tilted her face up to mine. Placing a sensual kiss on her soft lips, I was swept up under her spell. I wanted to take her slow and sweet, but I heard a sigh slip from her full lips, and then all my resolve flew straight out the window.

  “Can I help you?” she asked, one sly eyebrow arched.

  “You most certainly can. I want to enjoy your body on the beach, in the sun, and in the ocean.”

  “Is that so?”

  She pushed me on my back as she climbed onto my body, straddling her legs over my hips.

  Then she rose and pulled the strings of her bikini top away, one by one, removing her top and tossing it carelessly as her gaze fell upon me. She had exposed all her creamy soft skin and her rounded breasts, waiting my touch.

  “It would take a saint to resist that invitation.”

  I was graced with a cheeky grin.

  I reached out to touch temptation as her nipples hardened under my palms. I inhaled a deep, dark breath. As I pulled the remaining strings, they released the final scrap of fabric. The vision before me stole my breath as her busy fingers slid my swim trunks down. Then I only had to kick them away.

  I rose, capturing a nipple in my mouth as my hand moved her ass over my newly found erection. Her wet heat slid over its length.

  “Fuck, Jordan.”

  I felt her sliding back and forth, over my cock.

  “You’re right. You’re no saint.”

  How right she was. A chuckle escaped from deep within me, but it was stifled as her warm heat slid down, capturing my aching cock.

  “Christ, woman.”

  She began to rise and fall, and I felt completely out of control, buried in her sweet pussy. My pulse beat so hard, but it barely registered as her brazen hands pushed me back.

  Now pressed into the cushion, I was thoroughly enjoying all her hard labor, as the erotic show played out, I could see her tits bouncing while the view of my cock entering her pussy, was about to unman me. Her thighs spread open to accommodate my size.

  I reached to circle her clit, causing her to moan, and she tilted back, changing he angle.

  “Oh fuck. baby.”

  She rode me harder and faster, and I felt so alive and loved as I watched her let go.

  “Oh, God, Ben, I love you so much.”

  Her inner walls were like a vise calling me home. The brutal strength of my climax hit, allowing my release to flood her.

  “I love you, Jordan.”

  As my final spasms slowed to a steady pulse, she collapsed on my chest. Our breath started to settle as her hair fell around her face. My heart didn’t slow. Its rhythmic beat continued at a fast pace as she burrowed into my warm body. The umbrella shaded us as we drifted into sleep.

  I was awoken by the serene sounds of nature: the rolling waves, the smell of the ocean, the sounds of the swallow tail humming bird, Jamaica’s national bird. Not to mention the warmth of the beauty beside me.

  “Wake up, love.”

  “I’m awake.”

  “You don’t look awake.” My hands rubbed her back. “I have a surprise for tonight.”

  “A good surprise?”

  As if there would be any other.

  “I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

  Her eyes looked both happy and groggy, but we managed to gather every last item and trek up the pathway. With each new step, my excitement grew, as well as my nerves. I gazed over my shoulder at Jordan, who was wrapped in her beach towel. Her gaze found mine, and she gave me a heart-thundering smile.

  Man, oh man. I was in so deep. I had fallen so hard. There’s no doubt: I was a goner. It was as simple as that. She owned my heart, and tonight there would be no questioning it.

  “Jordan.” My hand on her arm stopped her, and she turned to look back. “Dress for dinner, baby. The chef will be here soon.”

  “Oh, that sounds wonderful! I’m going to shower in the master.”

  I kissed her cheek, sending her on her way.

  Everything was under control, I told myself. I used one of the many other suites to shower and dress. I gave myself one final look in the full-length mirror. I was decked out in my black suit, white button-down with two buttons left open, and my jacket.

  Beach formal?

  My phone chimed, alerting me that the chef was thirty minutes out. I crossed the rooms leading to the kitchen, peering into the subzero refrigerator for the perfect wine.

  Then Jordan cleared her throat, and I spiraled around to greet her. My jaw dropped, and with it went the ability to breathe, speak, or swallow. She posed herself in the doorway, one hand raised high on the frame, the other on her hip.

  My gaze tracked over her body slowly. The silver, shimmering minidress was cut high on her thigh, and way too low in front. The fabric looked like steel covered in sequins, and her matching shoes tied up her mid-calf.

  I was unprepared when
I saw that her waves were arranged loosely on top of her head, with wild single strands falling and framing her face. Her eyes were smoky, her skin sun-kissed, silky, and smooth. And covering her full mouth was blood-red lips. I didn’t know whether I wanted to kiss those lips or push her to her knees and fuck them. She left me undone.

  “I’ll take that as approval?”

  I watched as she crossed the kitchen. I’d never seen her like this, ever.

  “Remarkable. Uh, stunning.” I managed to utter a few words. Oh, but she wasn’t done with me yet. The best was yet to come. I should’ve seen it coming, but like a fool, I was still drooling over the sight of her. Her presence was close, suspiciously close as she took my hand, guiding it between her thighs.

  “Fuck. Me. Ben.”

  My fingers played in her bare wet pussy. Jesus the cook would be here in minutes.

  Fuck him.

  I couldn’t stop, and she knew it, the minx.

  “You’re so goddamned sexy.” My arms snaked around her waist, holding her firmly in place. “Don’t move, Jordan.” My fingers slid within her folds. “Stay still.” Finding her entrance, I inserted a finger and thrust it in and out, my thumb grazing her clit.

  “Ben.”

  “Is this what you wanted, Jordan?”

  Tilting her head, she nodded as her climax grew under my hand.

  My phone chimed. The chef had arrived.

  “Come now, baby.” I maximized my efforts. “Or you’ll have to wait.”

  The only evidence were the shudders I felt gripping my fingers.

  “My sultry femme fatale, you are certainly full of surprises.”

  I placed a slow sexy kiss on her lips.

  “Mr. Storm, Miss Lancaster, are you ready to dine? Please have a seat, and make yourselves comfortable on the veranda.”

  “Thank you.” I said, but I couldn’t drag my eyes from her. And I wasn’t the only one. The chef took a second look as well. I couldn’t blame him. After all, she was breathtaking.

  I poured wine as the chef rolled out a cart and placed it within several feet of our table.

  “In Japan, Teppanyaki refers to cooking on an iron plate. We have an assortment tonight: beef filet, shrimp, and scallops. Accompanied with rice, egg, and chopped vegetables.”

  We both enjoyed watching the skilled maneuvers of the chef preparing the food, the stainless-steel spatulas thrown in the air only to be caught at the last moment. Stacking the onions to produce a flaming onion.

  “For the beautiful lady.”

  His eyes traveled to her exposed breast, and lingered a second longer than necessary.

  I leaned into her and whispered in her ear, “See what you started?”

  She could bring any man to his knees. Her beaming smile toyed with my need to possess her.

  “It’s possible you’re his type, not me.”

  I scoffed.

  “Highly unlikely.”

  She dismissed my rebuttal and yanked me closer for a demanding kiss. The stupid smile on my face reminded me of what’s to come.

  Once the cooking was complete, we neither saw nor heard the chef other than the speedboat roaring away. We finished our dinner, and then had some more wine.

  “Dance with me.”

  I clicked on John Legend’s “All of Me” as I fully embraced her and moved our bodies to each beat. Each word was meant only for us. Then I tenderly pulled away, only to see curiosity flash across her beautiful face.

  “Jordan, the day we finally found our way back to each other, my heart felt like it grew, mending the scars of the past. Now we have promises of a future filled with hope.”

  I let out a long breath, blood pulsing through my veins at a rapid rate.

  Still, she waited.

  “What I felt in my soul was peace, mixed with joy, happiness, and freedom to love the woman who was meant for me, and only me.”

  A single tear trickled down her face, and I reached to wipe it away.

  “Look toward the sun, Jordan, and the shadows fall behind you.”

  As I dropped to one knee in front of her, reaching into my pocket, her hands flew to her mouth.

  “Ben.”

  A strangle cry followed.

  “Will you let me be the one, Jordan? Will you marry me?”

  Her excitement was tangled with hope, desire, and love—everything I’d fantasized about.

  “Yes, Ben. God, yes!”

  With shaky hands, I slid the white-gold, three-carat, emerald-cut diamond on her finger.

  She gasped.

  “Oh, my God.”

  I pushed up and embraced her close. She wrapped her arms around my neck as my arms reached around her waist, lifting her and swinging her around several times before landing her on her feet again.

  She tugged me down to kiss her, as I fanned the flames down a notch, wanting this night to be about celebration, love, and commitment.

  The passion and tenderness that followed was about discovering this incredible connection that we’d been deprived of for so very long.

  “I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”

  “I’ve waited, too,” she said, blinking back tears. “I would lay awake at night knowing I didn’t just lose you, I lost the dream of you.”

  “But now, Jordan, we’ve found each other.”

  And in that moment, I knew I had it all.

  Leading her past the bed and heading straight toward the en suite master bathroom, I noticed that the free-standing marble soaking tub certainly was the room’s focal point. But I reached into the shower, instead, turning the water on and allowing it to warm.

  She moved toward me and I felt her touch reverberating through my body, and for the first time since we’d become a couple, we connected on a higher level. Our steamy shower filled with gentle touches, tender kisses, and promises of our future. We exposed the raw sensitive emotions of the past, shredded the layers down to each other’s soul. Then we built them up again with new possibilities.

  Excitement and fatigue finally came over us, and we climbed in bed. I pulled her warm body close, until her flesh touched mine, drifting peacefully into sleep.

  Finally, my world had stopped spinning. As sleep took us in each other’s arms.

  “The water is perfect,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me.

  The crystal clear turquoise waters rolled in as waves licked at her feet. I took in the beauty surrounding me, and it was unlike any dream I’d conjured up. Making her way in the water, I watched her graceful movements as she walked deeper as the water color darkened. Waist deep, she turned, and my gaze strayed to her breasts, which were glistening with oily sunscreen, the cool water causing her nipples to peak.

  “You’re perfect.”

  Unable to resist her glow, I stalked my way toward her like a moth to a flame.

  “No fair, Jordan.”

  She flashed one of her adorable grins my way.

  She was all mine, and I quickly reached my arm around her waist, pressing her wet body against me. My gaze dropped to her lips, and my body responded accordingly. I felt the heat, and the undeniable chemistry.

  She saw the way I responded to her, and felt my erection pushing against her body, her legs naturally opened, then wrapped around me. Finding her mouth sweet like strawberries, I savored her lips, capturing her mouth in a smoldering kiss.

  Taunting her pink morsels, I lightly pinched them as each nipple peaked to hard buds. As she began rubbing against me, shackled between her thighs she found her sweet spot and rubbed against me harder as I swallowed her sexy little moan.

  I reached below the water’s surface and easily untied her bikini bottom, tossing it on a nearby rock. Then I lowered my trunks, freeing my hard length and pressing it between her thighs.

  “I need you this way, Jordan. Please don’t confuse my constant desire to have you physically with just sex. It’s so much more.”

  I felt the brush of her lips, then heard her soft-spoken words.

  “I under
stand. I want in the same way, Ben.”

  My body was begging to be deep inside her. It was aching for her. I reached down and stimulated her, preparing her body to accept mine.

  Once wet, my erection pressed against her folds, capturing her slick heat, allowing an ease when I pushed deep inside her. Then I stilled, the throbbing pulse felt by us both as I buried myself deep inside her.

  I gently pressed my forehead against hers, relishing in the connection. Every nerve ending was on fire, ready and waiting. Pulling my hips back only to thrust back in with force, her head fell back as her lips parted. She gripped her legs harder, urging me on, and I was eager to please. It only made me harder, with a wild and primal force as I gave her everything I had to give.

  My love was on fire, the flames brewing within me as my climax snaked up my spine, so close.

  “Come with me, Jordan. It’s so fucking good, baby.”

  Her wet pussy gripped me like a vise. We erupted together, reaching our peeks in sync.

  “It feels so good with you. So right.”

  I walked us both out of the ocean and placed her gently on our lounger, wrapping a towel around her. Then I made my way to my side, toweling off.

  “So, it looks like we’re having our honeymoon before the wedding.”

  I was curious to know what kind of wedding she would want. I hadn’t thought as much about our long-term plans in comparison to the short-term, which were more about making her mine, claiming her by putting a ring on her finger, and using the time here to get to know her in a much deeper way.

  “Jordan, I’ve wanted you for so long, why wait? We could elope anywhere you like. Or, if you want a big church wedding, I’ll give you that. Most important to me is that we are finally together. The wedding can be wherever and whenever you want.”

  She rolled onto her side, and my gaze instantly searched hers. Then she reached out and grabbed my hand.

  “You’re right. It’s not about the time or place. It’s about what we share in this exact moment. We have crossed over the threshold of friendship and hidden desire to a genuine, romantic love, and that should be enough. I guess.”

  She gave me a squeeze and released my hand.