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He kisses me again, sliding that torturous tongue into my mouth. He moves to my jaw, biting and sucking as his hands rest alongside my neck, fingers sliding in the dip of my collarbone, over my throat, and down my chest.

My eyes fall shut as my head falls back and I curse.

“O-okay,” I say as I settle my hands on his neck.

“Tell me again,” he says solidly. “Tell me what you want.”

The words are clearer now. Easier, being as I’ve already said them .

“I want you to shut up and suck my cock.” My heart beats like a drum as he chuckles against my skin.

He nudges my legs apart and settles between them, and the sight of him like this is not something I’ll ever forget.

My comforter bunched up beneath him. Those sharp, sexy shoulder muscles cording together as he leans over. His kiss-swollen lips, honey gaze looking up at me with my gleaming cock in front of him.

I’ve jerked off to this very thought too many times to count, but in those thoughts, I didn’t really know how he’d look doing it. Now I know.

He’s so much hotter than any dream or fantasy. He’s perfect.

“If it’s too much, just tell me,” I say quickly. “I won’t be mad, I—”

He smirks, licking his lips before biting out, “Shut the fuck up, Alex.”

Before I can respond, he takes my cock in his hand and darts his tongue out to lick the underside.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, unable to pull my gaze away.

He leans in, wrapping his perfect lips around my dick and sucking.

“Oh my God! Jordan! Fuck!”

He chuckles around my cock, grasping me at my base.

I suck in a breath as he trails his tongue up my shaft, sucking tight around my tip.

His tongue presses into my slit before he takes me a little deeper.

My breathing comes in fast and I can’t keep my eyes open.

My hand finds the back of his head and I rest it there softly.

“Fuck, you sure you haven’t done this before?” He chuckles again. “Because your mouth feels fucking amazing. ”

“Good to know,” he mutters. I swear the way he moves, it’s like he was made to suck my cock. So that’s exactly what I tell him as I gently thrust up into his mouth.

He pops off me and I groan. I look to where he rests, meeting his gaze.

“You want to fuck my mouth, Alex, do it. I’m not scared of this.”

His words are a balm to my soul, and a brand new switch flips.

I tighten my grip in his hair and push him down. “Less talking, more cock sucking, Jordan.”

When he takes me this time, I thrust into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He gags but takes it like a fucking champ. I do it again. And again. Each moment better than the last.

I get lost in his moans and groans. I lose myself in my hard, erratic thrusts, in my own ecstasy, as I enjoy his mouth and the pleasure he gives me. I notice the slivers of mirrors, his reflection fractured all around me, and then I look up.

The sight of him with his head between my legs, his perfect ass on display, those tight back muscles. He’s everywhere. All around me, within me. Shattering me into a million pieces only to put me back together again.

“Jordan,” I call out his name, feeling my orgasm barreling toward me. “I’m so fucking close. If you don’t want my cum in your mouth, you need to tell me…”

My anxiety starts to swell because I don’t think he hears me. He swirls his tongue around me instead.

“Jordan, I’m—” Words fail me as my orgasm hits out of nowhere.

The tears hit me like a brick and I hold his head in place, my fingers tightening in his hair.

“Ohmygod…” I breathe out, my eyes falling shut. My fist loosens in his hair as I give myself over to the pleasure.

It feels so fucking good.

I open my hazy eyes just to see him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and I breathe out a heavy sigh of relief.

I reach a limp arm for his cock, but instead, I feel his hand. I pull him close because I can’t fucking move. My entire body is numb.

He settles beside me, and his sweet, crisp scent floods my lungs. He pulls me against his warm, solid chest and I mutter, “Best fucking blowjob ever. ”

He laughs and the sound is so comfortable and soothing. I smile.

I reach for his jean-clad cock, but he gently pushes me away. “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m good,” he says humorously, and then I feel the faint wetness against my fingertips and I blush.

“Damn,” I say with humor and pride of my own. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He curses me before kissing me and I feel better than I have in a long time.

“You hungry?” he asks.

“Starving.”

“What do you want?” His fingers trail along my shoulder as he repositions himself on my bed. I curl against him, my body fitting against his perfectly.

“Nachos,” I murmur, fading into sleep. “From Bella’s.”He shifts as he gets his phone out. “You got it.”

When I wake up, he’s gone, but the bed is still warm. Panic hits me. I look around, but I don’t see him.

“Jordan!” I call out, nearly running out of the room. I find him in the kitchen, unpacking bags of… groceries.

Take out.

He catches my gaze and my body relaxes. I don’t miss the sadness in his expression as he looks at me. It stings.

My gaze falls to the tub of ice cream in his hand. Cherry chocolate chip. My favorite .

I breathe a little easier when I see the soft smile on his face.

“Figured we could watch a movie after dinner. Have some ice cream. Talk.”

I nod as I notice a duffel bag on the floor. It’s not mine. I don’t say anything about it, though. I just make my way over to the island and start unloading groceries.

After dinner, we watch a movie, and neither of us says a word.

I lean against him, fitting against his side perfectly.

He wraps his arm around me, his fingers grazing my shoulder, and I rest my head on his chest. I doze off a couple times just listening to his heartbeat and feeling his warmth.

Once the movie is over, he gets up and helps me up.

“You should get some rest,” he says, but the words are heavy, like he wants to say something else.

“Okay,” I say. I start off down the hall, but stop and turn to see him cleaning up the empty pints and take out boxes, and my heart swells.

I clear my throat. “I’m getting a shower first.”

He smirks as I slide my hands into my pockets and head to the bathroom.

I barely get the shampoo in my hair before he’s behind me.

Before his hands are sliding over my skin, making me moan and sigh in relief.

It feels so good. We kiss underneath the spray and I slam him against the tile before I drop to my knees and make him come down my throat .

The water is cold by the time I’m done.

I don’t bother to get dressed and climb into my soft sheets. Jordan wordlessly gets in beside me, throwing one arm over my stomach and pulling me against his chest.

When I wake up, his arms are still holding me tight.

“Harder, Alex. Come on, don’t pussy out on me now,” Jordan says as I grunt out my disdain.

“Easy for you to say, Mackenzie,” I gripe as I push the weight up with my feet and breathe out a heavy sigh of relief. My abs hurt like hell, too.

It’s been too long since I’ve been able to work out, and while it feels good, it also hurts.

I’m not out of shape, but I need to start moving again. Lest all these fucking donuts and pizza parties go to my fucking hips.

“Alright, time’s up,” he says, and I catch my breath.

“I could’ve gone harder, you know. Ten pounds is nothing,” I say.

He looks at me, twisting his lips. “Maybe next week we’ll bump you up to fifteen.”

“Fifteen? Fuck, come on, Jordan. That’s child’s play, I need—”“Who’s the one with the degree?” he says, his voice shifting into that new, darker tone I’m learning to like.

“You,” I say, biting my lip.

“You can’t overdo it or you’re going to ruin all your progress, and you’re so close.”

I sigh. “Okay, okay, fine.”

I head for the door and he stops me before I get there. “Hey.”

“What?” I ask, shoving my hands into my pockets. He looks at me as if he wants to say something but thinks better of it.

“Nothing. I’ll see you at home?” he says carefully.

I don’t know how long he plans on staying with me, but he hasn’t left my house in two days.

Except to get his shit while I was passed out.

Still, hearing him call my house home… makes that vicious hope flutter.

We haven’t really talked about his break up. He told me it was a mutual thing, and I believe him, but we haven’t talked about what we are doing. He’s sleeping in my bed and making me coffee and the sex has been off the fucking charts.

Things are different between us. But it’s a good different. At least, I think it is…

“Of course.”

When I finally get home Friday evening, after spending my entire afternoon with Britt and the new baby, I have to do a double take. The dining room table is set, and the house smells amazing. The sun is setting and the fireplace is on, and it’s the coziest I think I’ve ever seen the place.

“What the fuck is this?” I ask, tossing my keys into the bowl in the foyer.

“Dinner.” Jordan shrugs.

I pull him from his vegetable chopping, overwhelmed by the sight of Jordan Mackenzie in my my fucking kitchen, making me dinner.

I kiss him, and he drops the knife. It clatters against the counter top. He startles but soon settles his hands on my hips and kisses me back, groaning as his tongue finds mine.

“It’s just dinner,” he says with a tone that tells me it’s so much more than that.

We eat in companionable silence in the dining room as the sun sets. The ochre rays hit the chandelier and bathe the entire room in a fiery glow. I clean up the dishes and we have ice cream on the couch while we watch a movie. We’ve done it the past two days. I guess this is what we’re doing now.

We don’t make it twenty minutes into the movie before we’re making out, and it’s thirty minutes before he has me bent over the couch, screaming his name.

We lay under the blankets and finish the movie even though I have no idea what happened because I wasn’t watching it. Still, it feels good to be in his arms. Warm, content. When we finally make it to my bed, he threads his leg between mine and falls asleep.

I should be tired, but I can’t sleep, even though he’s passed the fuck out. My mind races, and I keep thinking about how much I love this. How much I love him.

I wish it could be like this forever.

Maybe it could, though.

I mean, there’s nothing in the way now, right? No ties to hold us back. Nothing except my impending departure but…

When I hear the doorbell, I jolt from my thoughts. One glance at the clock tells me it’s late. Three thirty am. A heavy knock on my door alerts me.

Panic runs through me.

Is it—

No, there’s no way he’d come back here. Not after what happened.

Another heavy knock. I get up, carefully heading to the door. I see a familiar car in my driveway through the window.

I open the door, my heart sinking.

There, stands my little brother, tears running down his face, with a suitcase.

“Austen, hey… what are you doing here? I thought you were in New York? ”

“I need a place to crash. And I’m not going to mom and dad’s,” he says, his voice shaky.

My brother is not the type of person to get into trouble, but there’s no denying when you show up at someone’s house at three am, you’re in trouble.

“Uh, so you wanna stay here?”

“I’m not here selling cookies, Alex.”

I look over my shoulder, my thoughts immediately going to Jordan.

I would never tell Austen he couldn’t stay here. He’s my brother, after all. Maybe Jordan’s still asleep. I can fill him in the morning. Close the door for tonight…

“Yeah, okay. Come in,” I say as I wave Austen in. It’s pouring outside. How did I not hear the rain?

Just as I shut the door, I hear him .

“Alex, who is—”

I turn to see Jordan, standing there in his fucking underwear, and feel my chest tighten.

Austen says something about me not having room, but I remind him I have two other bedrooms available. He takes off for the hallway, and I head after him. He trails water throughout the hall, and goes into the second bedroom. The one right across from mine. Fuck.

I watch as he sits on the bed in a daze.

Is he drunk? No, I don’t think he is. He doesn’t drink much. Hasn’t since he got shitfaced in Vegas.

“Everything okay?” Jordan asks .

I clear my throat, and nod across the hall. Put some clothes on, Mackenzie, for God’s sake!

He must catch my drift because he runs across the hall and emerges wearing a pair of my Rioters sweatpants that are too tight on him in all the right places. I clear my throat again, trying not to pay attention to the way I can see the outline of his fucking dick.

“Uh, Alex,” Austen’s voice is soft. Timid.

I’ve never seen him like this.

What the fuck happened to him?

I watch as he sets his wedding ring down on the nightstand. It speaks volumes.

I sigh as he asks me for my lawyer’s number.

My heart breaks when he says, “I need divorce papers drawn up.”

I don’t think; I just act. I take a seat next to him and I wrap my arms around him.

“Okay. We’ll talk about it in the morning, kid.”

Austen sobs. Fucking sobs in my arms, muttering about how his life’s a disaster and he lost him , and no one will ever love him that way again.

The words cut me to my core because I’ve said the same too many times in my life.

And that’s when I realize that Austen and I are not all that different.

I rub his back and let him cry. “It’s okay, kid. Let it out. ”

“You should get some rest,” Mack says softly, pulling my attention.

“Okay,” Austen says.

I make a move to get up but my knee twitches and I nearly go down. Jordan’s next to me in a flash.

“I got you,” he whispers in my ear. Austen curls up on the bed, oblivious to us. To everything.

I never thought I’d hear those words from perfect Austen.

I need divorce papers drawn up.

I lost him.

Not her. Him.

“Come on, Alex,” Jordan says. “You should get some rest, too.”

I nod, letting him lead me to bed, but he doesn’t get in beside me.

Instead, he runs his fingers through my hair before he heads down the hall to bedroom number three, where he stays until morning.