Page 26 of Jordan’s Breakthrough (Unexpected Love #3)

“Stay with me.” I don’t even know why I said it, only that I don’t want this to end. If all he thinks about is how rare this is for him, he’ll lose the moment.

Jordan kisses me deeply, slowly. He cups my face before staring into my eyes. “I’m right here,” he whispers. He rolls inside me, emitting soft moans. “I’m right here,” he repeats, almost like a promise.

When our lips meet again, something changes.

Suddenly, it’s the kind of sex that’s felt more than orchestrated.

His kisses become reverent, and I lose track of who’s leading who.

I feel him everywhere. On me, around me, deep inside me.

Arching my back, Jordan kisses down my throat then pushes himself up, hair tickling my sensitive skin.

He looks incredible, all muscle and sweat and raw passion as he fucks me.

But with the light on, I can see his face too.

The fullness, the depth. The love. It rattles my heart.

He’s doing what I’d asked him to do. Jordan’s making love to me.

He smiles at me, then rolls us over. Insecurity bubbles in me, since I’ve never been on top before. No guy has ever let me. Jordan’s hands trail up my thighs, encouraging me to rock. His expression tells me he needs this.

I move. Bracing myself on his chest, I ride Jordan.

We move like we’re made for this, like it’s a language we’ve always known.

Our lips occasionally find each other, breaths mixing, yet our hands never stray.

My cock bounces freely, hot liquid dribbling everywhere, and my muscles ache as sweat rolls down my back.

I hunch over him, breathless and panting, about to suggest a new position when his hands dig into my thighs and he drives up.

“Miles! Oh, fuck yes! Miles!”

His mouth parts, eyes blown wide and neck corded. He thrusts again, then again, nailing my prostate. As I cry out, he shouts and heat fills me on the inside.

Jordan drives into me faster, his hot seed making every movement so much better. I roll my hips and curl a fist around my aching dick to join him.

“Jordan,” I plead. I don’t even know what I need, only that I need more.

He covers my hand, still thrusting but softening fast. I cry out as my balls tighten. He leans up to kiss me, touching the sensitive head with his thumb. Instantly, I spill over, hot and thick, all across his chest.

We collapse in a heap, tangled in sheets and limbs, but still together. Jordan gives me a sated, breathless, lust-drunk smile, and I swear something in me shatters and melts all at once.

He rubs my back and kisses my forehead. “Thank you.”

I can’t reply. Not yet.

But my heart? It’s already spoken. I’m a goner to this man. And I can’t even blame it on the wine.

I was gone before I ever took a sip.

****

The next day, Jordan gets up to serve the Queen her morning meal. When he returns, he pulls me close as the little spoon and we fall right back to sleep. We wake up around noon, but spend a couple of hours cuddling instead of rushing out of bed.

Finally, when my bladder can’t take it anymore, I get up and gingerly walk toward the bathroom. Moving is not pleasant. Not only is my ass sore, but my muscles are screaming from the prolonged workout. It’s not only the physical ache too, it’s my head. Damn wine.

But wow, had last night been incredible.

Jordan smirks, a little smug, when I finally join him in the kitchen. He slides two white tablets across the counter. “What’s your preferred hangover remedy?”

Is it that obvious that I feel like shit? “Orange juice and a tiny bit of vodka.”

He gets it for me, then stands behind me, kissing my neck. “I’m going to be honest. I’m kinda sad you were drunk last night, because that was…” He whistles. “Amazing.”

“Mmm, well, lucky for me, I’m a drunk who remembers things.”

He leans over my shoulder to see me.

“I remember everything.”

A slow smile creeps over his face as he leans in to kiss me. “Everything, huh?”

I blush. “Every hot and incredible and…” overwhelming and lovely and addicting and heart stealing and mind shattering… “Everything.”

His face softens before he walks away to shower, leaving the door open in invitation. I mean, I’m not going to say no now…

After the shower, we head to the store to pick up dessert for dinner at Declan’s tonight. Declan said we don’t need to bring anything, but that doesn’t sit well with me. I need to make a good impression.

The store hums with early afternoon busyness. Carts clatter and fluorescent lights buzz overhead as a kid cries somewhere in the distance. I’m so not ready to be a parent.

Jordan walks beside me, one hand holding a basket, the other holding his phone. “Declan says we can come anytime. Seth is making ribs and baked potatoes. Piper is bringing her famous pasta salad.”

“Cool.” I hope I sound chill. Inside, I’m nervous as hell.

After grabbing the pound cake in the bakery, I turn around to go pick up some strawberries. I should be relaxed. This is normal stuff. Domestic, even. But my stomach is tight as we walk toward the produce section.

Where is the confidence of my work experience now? I meet new people every six months there. But this is not that. This is bigger. So, so much bigger. I mean, I’m meeting Jordan’s family today . His found family. The people who mean everything to him.

I need them to like me.

Jordan glances over at me, putting a hand on my back like he already knows I’m spiraling a little. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just, um, thinking about whipped cream.”

He smirks. “In a dirty way, I hope.”

I shove him, grinning. “Well, now I am, thanks.”

His warm laugh immediately settles my nerves. I love that I can make him laugh.

Jordan freezes for half a second, smiling wide. “Oh, hey, guys.”

Two men are standing by the strawberries—one with a gray-flecked beard and a kind face, the other a little younger, in a sharp denim jacket with toned legs. Really, really toned legs. Both turn when they hear Jordan, perking up immediately.

“Jordan!” the older man says, voice bright and easy. “What are you doing here, slumming it with civilians?”

Jordan grins. “Picking up dessert. We’re going to Declan’s for dinner so they can meet Miles.” He reaches for me. “Miles, meet Pete and Andy. They’re regulars at the bar and friends of Declan’s.”

My mouth is instantly dry and my jaw drops. Pete hasn’t spoken either. We’re staring at each other like two cats caught in an unknown territory.

It’s him. My uncle! My mom’s younger brother who I haven’t seen in eight long years . He became the black sheep of the family when he left his wife for…

My gaze darts over to Andy. His partner.

I blink hard, my past crashing into my present. I was twenty when Pete disappeared from holidays and birthday get-togethers. But now, he’s standing right in front of me, a basket of strawberries in one hand and a look of confused recognition on his face.

“Miles?” Pete sets his carton of strawberries down like he’s afraid he might drop it. “Holy shit. Is it really you?”

I swallow hard and step around Jordan to crush Uncle Pete in a long overdue hug. He claps me hard on the shoulders, laughing in shocked dismay. “This is incredible. What are you doing here?”

I huff out a laugh. “I came to see Jordan. We met online and… yeah. Oh, my God. I can’t believe you’re here!”

Jordan points between us. “Wait—you two know each other?”

Pete grins and tucks me to his side, arms around my shoulders. “Miles is my nephew.”

Andy jerks to awareness, staring at me like a puzzle piece just clicked into place. “ Miles? As in the Miles?” Pete nods. “Wow! I’ve heard so much about you. You were really close before…” he trails off, glancing at Pete.

Pete shrugs it off, still smiling at me. “Yeah, we were. It’s so good to see you.”

The grocery store hum fades to white noise, and emotion suddenly clogs my throat. Good doesn’t even come close to what I’m feeling.

I’ve missed my family more than I realized, especially Uncle Pete.

I focus on Andy. His tall, slim figure and greying beard.

For a long time, I hated this faceless, nameless man for stealing my uncle away from me.

And yet, I always admired him too. Andy gave Pete the courage to be true to himself, even if it meant hurting our family. I could never blame him for that.

I thrust a hand out. “I’ve heard about you too. It’s good to finally meet you.”

Andy exhales.

Jordan looks between us, still confused. “It sounds like you have a lot to catch up on, so why don’t you and Andy come to dinner tonight? I know Declan won’t mind.”

Pete and Andy exchange a look. “That sounds great. What time?”

“Whenever. Declan says food will be ready in about three hours, but we’re welcome anytime. Miles and I are heading there after we leave here.”

Andy nods. “Yeah, okay. We’ll see you soon then.”

Pete smiles at me, gives me yet another quick hug. He shakes his head. “See you, Miles.”

I walk away in a daze. I came here to meet Jordan and ended up finding one of my favorite people. If that’s not fate, I don’t know what is.