Page 40 of Jordan’s Breakthrough (Unexpected Love #3)

“I was in a dark place. Really dark. I won’t deny that.

But I was never in that dark of a place.

Not even close. And I really don’t think I will be again.

Things are better now. My life… I meant what I said earlier.

I’m better than I’ve been in a really long time.

” Maybe ever. “The depression is lifting. The medicine is working.”

He says nothing.

“I’m sorry I’ve scared you. But you, Declan, Piper, and Seth…

even Quinn and Ian. Fuck, everyone at the bar too.

You’ve all been there for me this time. You most of all, hon.

You’re the thing I’ve been clinging to the most. I’m sorry I haven’t been talking.

It’s just been… hard.” That word feels inadequate, but it’s all I have.

“You say that, but I don’t even have you right now, Jordan.

That’s just the truth of it. I’m glad you have all those people, but I have nobody.

Ana is leaving for Washington next week.

Sophie is still in Texas. My family is forever away.

And you… I’m not okay on my own. I know that now.

I’ve needed you. And I know that’s selfish and wrong when you’re going through hell, but—”

“Put your hand on your face,” I cut in.

“What?”

“Just do it. Hold your face.”

Miles does.

“Now close your eyes and imagine that I’m with you. Imagine I’m holding you. That it’s my fingers touching your skin.”

Miles shudders, his lip trembling. “Jordan.”

“Shh. Just trust me. Keep doing that until you feel calm. Brush your cheek, your lip. Whatever you need to do to believe I’m there.”

Miles slowly does, and his face crumples, but not in pain. In relief. More tears stream down his face. My heart breaks for him. My sweet, brave man.

“This sucks,” he breathes.

“I know. I’m hurting too. Believe me, I wish I could hold you.”

Miles wraps his arm around himself, tucking his face to the side, as if I were there.

“Are you wearing any clothes?”

His eyes snap open and he laughs. “What?”

I chuckle. “You heard me.”

He doesn’t reply.

I tilt my head. “Answer me. Are you wearing any clothes?”

He bites his lip, cheeks turning a little red. I take that as a no.

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Jordan.”

“Please? We both need this.”

Miles doesn’t look away, his face saying he agrees with me.

“Touch yourself,” I say again. “But imagine it’s me.”

“Will you—”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

We both lie down, phones propped against pillows like we’ve done a thousand times before. But the cameras are on our faces, not our bodies.

For now, anyway.

Miles reaches for his glasses. “I’m nervous. Why am I nervous?”

“I don’t know. I kind of am too. But you’re the only one I’d want to do this with.”

I curl one arm under my head, lying on my side with one knee bent up. My dick is not on board with this yet, but the urge is definitely there.

“If you were here, what would you do?” I ask.

He grins a little. “Kiss you.”

I chuckle. “Well, yeah. But I can’t exactly kiss myself, babe. Tell me what you’d do to my body.”

He thinks about it. “Do you remember the first time we did this? Together, I mean. With the underwear?”

“I remember.”

“Can you trace yourself like that?”

I trail my fingers along my length, touching every sensitive place. “You doing it too?”

He bites his lip. “Yeah. Feels good.”

That’s an understatement. Pleasure tingles as I circle the head, flowing down the shaft in tiny ripples. I keep touching, keep focusing on the sensation. Imagining it was Miles, not me. It’s not hard to do, seeing his face. Watching him as he gets turned on.

“Touch your balls,” he whispers.

I gasp when they shift against my fingers, and desire pools heavy in my belly. I rock my hips a little. “I think I need to be on my back.”

“Can I watch, though?”

“Only if I can,” I tease.

The view changes to Miles pumping himself, lifting his balls and teasing the head. I lick my lips every time he touches his slit.

“I so badly want to suck you off,” I murmur.

“I think I said that the first time we did this,” he says.

I laugh. “You did, and I nearly came because of it.”

“Ahh.” He grips the base of his cock. “Don’t talk about coming yet.”

We each add lube, grunting and fucking our fists. When Miles pulls his knees up, I know he’s aching for something inside him.

“Get your dildo.”

“But the phone.”

“I know. I’ve seen enough. I promise, I’ll finish with you.”

“Will you use one?”

“No.”

I can literally hear him pout, so I show him my face. “I don’t want to use one because I want to imagine myself pounding into you,” I say, brows raised. “I’m going to use my Fleshlight instead.”

He groans loudly. “Fuck, Jordan.”

“Dildo,” I command. “Get me inside that ass right now.”

Miles does. He stretches himself as fast as possible, then he coats a blue dildo and enters himself. He can’t hold his phone for very long, but the fact that he lets me watch as he enters? Yeah, I’m not going to need the Fleshlight.

His sounds are heaven. Needy, desperate whimpers and jagged grunts, like he’s so turned on he’s forgetting to breathe.

I drop the phone and pump my hips, thrusting up into my hands. Closing my eyes, I picture Miles on top of me, riding me. Insane pleasure ripples up my spine.

“I’m close.”

He grunts. “Me too!”

A few thrusts later and my cock pulses heavy, squirting all the way to my chin. Miles comes too, I can tell by his shocked, relieved pant. He always does that, like he’s surprised something can feel so good.

I collapse back, legs dropping to the sides. “I needed that.”

Miles laughs, a little breathless. Then his voice drops. “What are we going to do, though? I can’t handle three months alone.”

I sigh. “I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out. I promise.” An idea forms and I grin widely. “Hey, Miles, will you send me your email address?”