by Clare Lydon
Moments later, when Abby’s mouth was between her thighs, her hot breath over her centre, Jordan closed her eyes, anticipation throbbing inside her. As soon as Abby stroked her tongue up and through her centre, Jordan’s head crashed back into the pillow.
Abby didn’t need much direction. She was doing just fine.
Jordan’s hands gripped the bed sheets as Abby’s tongue slid one way, then the other, slaloming over and around her, as if Abby were a world champion skier. Jordan was the course. She had no doubt she was glistening like virgin snow.
As her orgasm rumbled to life in her feet, then up through her legs and into her very core, Jordan writhed on the bed, her fingers clinging to Abby’s hair, driving her on.
“Don’t stop,” Jordan said, her voice barely audible, her spirit soaring.
In her mind, Jordan glimpsed the past six weeks in a flickering montage. Their meeting, their kiss, their sky-high fuck. But from the despair of the rehearsal dinner, now Abby was thrusting her fingers into Jordan, and sweeping her tongue over her one last time.
As she did, Jordan toppled into her own gorgeous oblivion, clutching Abby inside her. She came so hard, she wasn’t sure her vision would ever return to normal. She didn’t care. It was all worth it. Because it had all led to this.
To Abby thrusting once more. To Jordan sitting up, Abby’s fingers still inside her, their mouths coming together in a tangle of emotion and lust. To Jordan moaning into Abby’s mouth as she came again with such a force, she was surprised Abby was still on the bed. But when she stopped shaking and opened her eyes, Abby was still there. Still inside her. They were still one.
When they finally pulled away from each other, Jordan toppled back onto the bed, her laughter coating the air.
Abby flopped down beside her, laughing too.
Jordan was pleasantly, deliciously fucked, the sugar rush of sex still rolling through her. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.
“You look like the cat who got the cream.” Abby kissed her lips once more.
Jordan cupped Abby’s cheek with her palm. “Does that make you the cat who ate the cream?”
Abby laughed. “Guilty as charged.” She took a deep breath, her gaze never wavering, before her cheeks coloured red and she looked away.
Jordan frowned. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
Abby shook her head, alarm creasing her face. “No,” she said. “If anything, the absolute opposite.” She paused. “I was just thinking this moment is so perfect, and you’re so perfect.”
Jordan let out a bark of laughter. She was far from perfect. “I’ll remind you of this moment when you find out the truth about me.”
Abby laughed again. “Keep up the facade as long as you can.” She brought her gaze back to Jordan. “But right now, you are. At least, you make me feel so much. It’s kinda scary.”
Jordan brought Abby’s fingers to her mouth and kissed them. “I know this is all new, but we can navigate it together. Rest assured, the next six weeks will not be as fraught as the past six.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart.” Jordan did just that. “You’re not scared about being with a woman?”
Abby smiled, shaking her head. “That’s the least of my worries. You can’t help who you fall in love with.”
Jordan’s heart boomed. Abby loved her. It would take a while to get used to. “I love that you love me.”
Abby squeezed her bum. “You sound like a bad pop song.”
“I don’t care.” Jordan kissed Abby’s lips again. “Just to check, one more time. This isn’t a one-night stand? This is going to happen again?”
Abby grinned. “Hell, yes. Way sooner than you might imagine.”
Chapter 33
Jordan woke up the next morning, her body aching in places she forgot she could ache. Even her calf muscles were sore. She smiled as she recalled the night before. Abby had given her a full-body work out, so she wasn’t surprised about the aches. In fact, as she wriggled in the bed, she revelled in them. They’d been a long time coming.
Unlike either of them.
She glanced left, where Abby’s eyes were still closed, her breathing regular. Her beauty made Jordan still.
She’d taken a chance yesterday. The biggest chance she’d ever taken in her life. The whole way driving with Karen, she’d questioned herself. Was she doing the right thing? Was her whole life about to unravel before her eyes? But every time she’d asked, she’d come up with the same answer. She had to try. She had to see if Abby felt the same way. If she crashed and burned, so be it.
But she hadn’t. She was lying in a posh hotel bed with the woman she loved.
That didn’t even feel that scary to say anymore. Go figure. The relationship dodger had only gone and fallen in love. She was never going to hear the end of it from Karen.
As if sensing she was being watched, Abby murmured, before opening one eye, then another. When she saw Jordan, her face cracked into a smile. She rolled into her.
Jordan gathered her in her arms as Abby’s limbs slotted into place with hers.
They fitted perfectly.
“Morning beautiful.” Jordan had never meant those words so much in her life. “I dreamed about doing this on the yacht, you know?”
Abby frowned. “Doing what?”
“This. Waking up with you. When your mum said you should cook me square sausage for breakfast — which you still need to do, by the way. But when she said it, a thought flashed through my mind of waking up after a night of sex with you. Now my dreams have come true.”
“I’m glad.” Abby rolled onto her back, wincing. “I ache deliciously this morning.” She turned her head. “All because of you.”
Jordan kissed her lips. “What did I do?”
Abby smirked. “What didn’t you?” She sighed. “I’m meant to be on a flight to the Maldives right now. I’m so glad I’m not.”
“I second that,” Jordan replied. “Plus, you don’t have me there to hold your hand, so you couldn’t possibly be on a flight.”
Abby rolled onto her side, fixing Jordan with an intense stare. “I loved that, you know. I knew how much I felt for you even then. You holding my hand on the flight to Cannes made the difference. Marcus didn’t listen to me when I said I didn’t want to go to the Maldives. He wanted to do what honeymooners do.”
Marcus’s face outside the church ran through Jordan’s mind. She was sure he hadn’t woken up so chipper this morning. “You think he’ll still go on honeymoon?”
“Maybe. I don’t know.” Abby sighed. “I’ll message him later. I’ll go and see him soon, too. Explain a bit more if he’ll let me. I still feel bad.”
Jordan reached down and took Abby’s hand in hers. “Me, too. But it was the right thing to do.” She squeezed. “I’ll always be there to hold your hand, okay?” She meant it, too. With every fibre of her being.
Abby nodded. “Okay.”
“And I promise never to take you to the Maldives. If we ever get married, how does a honeymoon in Blackpool sound?”
“It sounds like the perfect location,” Abby replied. “Plus, I know someone who can give us some great recommendations.”
“Can we go on a giant rollercoaster and eat fish and chips on the seafront straight out of the paper?”
Abby’s laughter pierced the air. “I had a lucky escape meeting you.” She gathered all her breath, then let out a high-pitched scream, before covering her face with her hands.
Jordan sat up. “What was that?”
Abby peaked through her fingers. “Just a reaction to my life right now.” She put her weight on one elbow.
Jordan’s gaze was drawn to her breasts. She leaned down and kissed them, before rolling back to admire the view.
“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of waking up with you.”
“You’ve only done it once. Give it five years, then see what you think,” Jordan replied.
Abby shook her head. “I won’t change my mind. I’m
going to really think about my decisions and what I want with my life from now on.” She paused. “I nearly married a man who wouldn’t eat fish and chips from the paper. He always needed a plate.”
“It’s not the crime of the century.”
“No, but it’s a sign. A red flag.” She kissed Jordan’s lips. “Thanks for making me see things more clearly.”
“You’re very welcome. I’m just glad you don’t hate me for hijacking your wedding.”
Abby blew out a breath. “What would you have done if I’d said no?”
“Had a tantrum on the pavement like a toddler?”
Abby laughed. “Very sexy. That would have been sure to win me over.” She moved swiftly, climbing on top of Jordan. “But seriously, you saved my life yesterday. And yes, I need to go back and speak to Marcus, and everyone else who put time and effort into the wedding. I owe them all. Money and my apologies. But it was the right thing to do.”
Jordan couldn’t concentrate on much more than Abby’s full weight on top of her, her naked form causing waves of want to pulse through her. But she tried her best to decipher the conversation, too.
“I can come with you.” Jordan stroked Abby’s arse, as her leg fell between her thighs. More waves crashed through her.
“I’m not sure both of us going would be the best thing. This is my mess. I have to clear it up.”
“Whatever I can do to help.”
Abby tilted her head. “Do you think you’re going to carry on being a professional bridesmaid?”
Jordan couldn’t tell if she was asking her not to. She shook her head. “I’ve got a few jobs booked in, so I’m going to talk to them, and be honest. If they still want me, I’ll honour my commitments this year. But after that, I think it’s time to look for a new job. I was going to do that anyway. This has just pushed the agenda forward.” She squeezed Abby’s bum cheek. “You’re worth it, though.”
Abby stroked a hand up the outside of Jordan’s thigh.
Jordan quivered anew.
“You think this relationship can take both of us changing jobs at once?”
Jordan blinked. “You don’t need to, do you? Didn’t you just get a promotion?”
“I did, but meeting you has made me see things differently. Made me remember what we talked about when we were kids.”
“We didn’t know each other when we were kids.”
“It feels like we did. If feels like we’ve always known each other. You made me remember my dreams. I still want to do something that makes a difference, that changes the world.”
“You’ve changed my world, if it helps.”
“A good start.”
“Do you have anything in mind?”
“Not yet. But once I’ve sorted out my old life, I can look at my new life with fresh eyes. It might need a new job to go along with it. Something I’m passionate about. Something that makes me excited to get out of bed in the morning. Although I might not be so excited to get out of bed if you’re in it, but these are all things we can overcome. Together.”
“I agree.” Jordan paused. “Can I rewind, though? Am I staying in your bed a lot already?”
“I hope so. I didn’t just turn my life upside down for nothing.”
“Says the woman who wouldn’t even move in with her former lover.”
“Maybe my mum had a point. That was a sign. Whereas you,” Abby said, wriggling on top of Jordan, “I want to move you into my bed, tie you up and make sure you never leave.” She kissed her lips with more force.
“That’s a plan I can totally get on-board with. Particularly now I might be unemployed.”
Abby shook her head, giving Jordan a gentle smile. “I’m sorry I blew up your business.”
“I’m sorry I blew up your life.”
“I’m not,” Abby replied.
“Neither am I.” Jordan lifted her head and Abby duly kissed her lips. They stayed like that for a long moment, before they pulled apart, lust ramped up in Jordan’s heart.
“I love you, did I tell you that?”
Abby nodded. “You did. And I’ve never been more pleased to hear those three words. They’re my absolute favourite.”
“More than fish and chips?”
Abby kissed her lips. “Close call, but yes.”
“More than Honeymoon in Blackpool?”
“Just about.”
“More than fuck me now?”
Abby leaned down. “I have a strong affection for those words, too,” she said, before sliding her wet tongue into Jordan’s mouth.
Epilogue
One Year Later…
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“Jordan! Jordan!” Abby rolled her eyes, walking from the kitchen into the lounge. “I swear, when Wimbledon is on, you go tone-deaf.”
Jordan didn’t take her gaze from the screen. “Wimbledon is my one sporting love. Plus, the lesbian’s winning. I have an excuse.” She flicked her gaze up at Abby. “What were you asking?”
“If you wanted square sausage with brunch? Too much or not?”
Jordan got up, and walked over to drop a kiss on Abby’s lips. “Of course I want square sausage. I always want square sausage. If I don’t, you’ll divorce me. Isn’t that how it works?”
“I can’t divorce you if we’re not married yet.” A smile graced Abby’s lips.
Jordan waved a hand at her. “Details. Ones we’re going to talk about over brunch with all our parents, right?” Jordan’s insides rolled. “I still can’t quite believe we’re introducing everyone. Especially when the tennis is on. What sort of planning is that?”
“Yours, I believe.” Abby gave her a look. “Will your parents eat square sausage?”
“They’ll eat anything you put in front of them. Including each other. So let’s keep the conversation going before that happens, okay?”
Abby shook her head. “You make them sound terrible. They’re both lovely people.”
“Individually, yes. Together, not so much.” Jordan pursed her lips. “But they have to meet sometime, so it might as well be today.” She pulled Abby close to her. “It’s all worth it, though, if I get to marry you at the end of it all.”
Abby smiled. The smile she kept just for Jordan. “Whoever thought Mrs One Night Stand would be saying that?”
Jordan pressed a finger to her chest. “Not me.” She cocked her head. “You definitely want to marry me?”
Abby slapped her arse. “Stop asking stupid questions.”
“You sure this is the wedding of your dreams?”
“I never had a wedding of my dreams. I had a wedding I thought I had to have. But I didn’t go through with it.” She paused. “Talking of which, I meant to tell you. I saw Arielle last week in London when I was at a meeting about my new job.”
Jordan stilled. “Marcus’s cousin?”
Abby nodded.
“How was that?” Awkward would be the first word that sprang to mind.
Abby dropped her head. “Okay, surprisingly. Almost normal. We had coffee. She told me my hen weekend was one of the best she’d been on. I wasn’t expecting that.”
Jordan exhaled a breath. “Did she bring up Marcus?”
Abby nodded. “She did. He’s got a new girlfriend. A new fianceé, in fact.” She rubbed her palms up and down her thighs. “So, Marcus has moved on. I’m pleased for him.”
Jordan hugged her tight. Abby had agonised over the pain they’d caused him. It was good to know Marcus was going to get the happy ending he deserved, too.
“I’m thrilled for him as well,” Jordan replied. “Wedding fever is clearly in the air. But our wedding: St Albans town hall, pizza, beer, a live band. It’s not too low-rent for you?”
Abby laughed. “You remember I come from Glasgow, right? We might live in the mean streets of Hove now, but I can take on all-comers.” She paused. “Plus, did you see Mum’s face when we told her? I think it reminds her of her wedding. Far more casual and DIY. So that’s another thing in your favour. Along with the fact that you love her
daughter.”
“I can’t deny it.” Jordan stared at Abby. Still gorgeous. Still hers. Some mornings, she woke up and couldn’t believe her luck. And now they were going to make it official. Get married, and then try for a baby. A baby Abby sounded adorable.
“What about this week? Ready to start your new job?”
After the wedding that never was, Abby had stayed on at her old job for nearly a year, before handing in her notice. Neil had almost cried. She was renting out her London flat and the pair were renting in Hove, while they looked for something to buy together. However, it might be a while before they had the funds, because Abby had taken a pay cut in her new charity job, and Jordan was still running her own company, although now focusing more on wedding planning and still working ad-hoc as a bridal PA. She’d kicked the professional bridesmaid part of her business into touch. Too much time away from Abby wasn’t time well spent, in Jordan’s opinion.
“Can’t wait,” Abby replied. “I’m finally going to be fulfilling my childhood dreams, and it’s all because of you, my fake childhood friend.”
“You’re welcome,” Jordan replied. “Of all my fake friendships, I loved ours the most.”
“What about the current, real-life version?”
Jordan kissed her lips. “It’s right out of my dreams.”
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The End
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