Jordan’s mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and licking his way down to my breast, and when he sucked my nipple between his teeth and bucked his hips at the same time, I cried out in a moan I was sure couldn’t have been mine.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, and the muscles in my body ceased to work. I sat there on top of him without moving, completely useless, but Jordan kept working.
He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me to him so that every new thrust of his hips didn’t just make him penetrate me deeper, but also had my clit rubbing against his pelvis, that fire closer and closer to catching with each flex.
“Jordan,” I whispered.
“Oh, fuck, Sydney,” he answered on a breath, my name long and desperate on his lips, and then he was pumping harder, faster, and I knew he was close, too.
His desire fueled mine, and I exploded, thighs clenching around him as I let my orgasm take me under. The spark that finally caught was more like a nuclear blast, one so powerful that I trembled and moaned like I’d left my body entirely in that moment. I floated above it, feeling everything and nothing at all, a powerful sensation of every nerve being ignited at the same time everything inside me numbed.
Jordan came right behind me, burying his head in my chest with a groan and gripping me so tight I could barely breathe as he stilled. I felt his hot release inside me, and I somehow found the strength to move when he couldn’t anymore, riding him until we were both spent, collapsing into each other in a panting tangle of limbs.
The symphony of the forest came back to life, insects and birds singing in the night as our breaths evened out, our bodies hot and slick but still wrapped up in every possible way.
When I finally mustered the energy to peel myself away from him enough to look into his eyes, Jordan ran both hands back through my hair, tugging on it slightly until my chin lifted and his mouth met mine.
“Alright, you little devil,” he said, kissing me hard before he pulled back on a smile and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “Now that you’ve had your way with me, let’s talk about that date.”Sydney“OH, MY GOD, YOU KINKY LITTLE FOX!”
I covered my mouth to suppress my laughter at my sister’s outburst the next day, casting a glance at Paige in the living room to make sure she hadn’t heard anything. College Game Day was on, so of course, I was invisible to her.
“I can’t believe you hooked up with your boss,” Gabby continued, whisper-yelling at me. She was at Mom and Dad’s for the day, and I’d told her to find someplace private when we got on the call. “In a friggin’ Bronco in the damn forest, for God’s sake.”
I bit my lip against my smile, both loving and hating the giddy feeling inflating my belly like a hot air balloon. I loved it because it was fun and exciting, but I hated it because I knew as soon as it took over, anxiety would sweep in to knock me out of breath.
“You’re ignoring the pressing question, dear sister, which is…” I glanced at Paige, making my way through the sliding glass door and onto the back porch before I continued. “What the hell do I do now?”
“What do you mean?” Gabby asked. “You bang him again — preferably in a bed this time, but hey, no judgment if exhibitionism is your thing.”
I wished she was in the vicinity to smack her.
“Gab, be real. Do you not see every single thing wrong with this scenario? Because they’re like flashing neon lights to me.”
“So what, he’s your boss,” she said, as if that didn’t matter. “First of all, there aren’t any official rules that say you can’t date.”
“No,” I agreed. “But it’s very much implied. And could you imagine? I’m the first female to ever be on this staff, and rumor gets around that I’m sleeping with the head coach? And, on top of that, I’m already the villain in my divorce with Randy.”
I lowered my voice on that last part, as if someone would hear me and the gossip that Stratford was so well known for would begin before I had the chance to thwart it.
Gabby sighed. “Yeah… I guess you have a point. What if you kept it on the down low? I mean, do you think it’s serious?”
Her question made my stomach tie violently into a knot the size of a basketball. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I mean… I guess I’d probably be naïve to believe it is, wouldn’t I? I’m a single mom with the Police Chief as an ex-husband.” I scoffed. “Pretty sure no one is lining up to enter into a relationship with me.”