Chapter 18
18
JORDAN
“ J ust can’t get enough,” I sing to myself. Strawberry Daiquiri ’s catchy refrain is still stuck in my head from that jam session on the bus earlier. “Just can’t get enough of your...” I tap my foot three times against the bathroom floor. “Strawberry daiquiri!”
I run the brush through my hair before tying it off in a low ponytail. As I set it back down, a light knock taps against the door of my suite, spawning a flurry of butterflies in my stomach.
Looking myself over once, I walk to the door and peek through the peephole.
Nothing but black darkness.
I smile and open the door.
Bronson stands in the hall, obviously. He lowers his hand and suddenly… we’re not just friends.
We’re fuck buddies.
He steps forward and kisses me. My breath instantly dissolves, and I’m gasping for air before the door even latches behind him.
“Good system,” I whisper.
Bronson’s lips curl into a delicious smile as he guides my back against the door. A rush of heat spurs throughout my body, forcing me to tilt my head up and accept his kiss again. My skin tingles as his hands drift along my curves, curling around me to hold me close.
I chuckle at the sensation, still not used to the idea of, well… Bronson.
Bronson . We’re old friends and yet… he’s squeezing my ass with his tongue in my mouth.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing, just…” I smother my laugh. “This feels good.”
“Good.” He tugs on the front of my shorts. “This is gonna feel good, too.”
I tingle with anticipation as his hand slowly drags down my front, his fingers gently sliding into my panties.
“Bronson,” I gasp.
“Shh,” he whispers, his lips touching mine, his fingers inching downward. “Close your eyes.”
I obey. I rest my head back on the door, blindly following his touch. My belly quivers as his finger traces the line of my lips and finds my clit with ease. With a silent gasp, I widen my stance, wanting more. Needing more.
“Shh,” he whispers again, leaving a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.
I fall into a state of pure bliss, blocking out the world and focusing only on this. On his slow and rhythmic touch. On his soft and eager kisses. I let myself forget everything else; from my to-do list to our calendar and every other little thing.
Bronson whispers in my ear, “Good girl.”
I tremble, my pussy throbbing now. I say nothing, but my breaths come quicker. A moan builds on my tongue as he rubs harder and faster.
“You’re making me so hard, Jordan,” he says.
He slides a finger into me, and I gasp.
“So fucking wet,” he growls. “I can’t wait to feel it with my cock.”
My ankles sway, threatening to knock me over. “Bronson…”
His kiss tastes so good. “Do you like that?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
He chuckles. “Say it.”
“Don’t stop,” I say, kissing him back. “Please don’t...”
A second finger slides in. My back arches against the door, but his body holds me in place.
“Just like that,” Bronson whispers in my ear. “Let me feel you come, Jordan.”
I grip his arms, and I obey.
Oh, I obey.
“That’s my girl,” he says, my pussy tight around his knuckles, but he keeps them moving, performing little thrusts that send waves through my core. “Give it to me...”
I moan for him, unable to form words. My pulse pounds in my ears, a steady thrum that continues long after my orgasm has ended.
Or... wait...
That’s not me.
I open my eyes and look at the wall behind the bed.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Bronson glances at it over his shoulder. “Who has the room next door?” he asks, chuckling.
“Chrissy and...” I almost don’t say it, but my tongue is still loose. “August.”
“Ah,” he says with a nod.
I study his expression. “You don’t seem surprised.”
He shrugs. “I had a feeling.”
“How?”
“A guy just knows,” he simply says before kissing me once. Then he steps back, taking his wonderful hand with him, and I almost pout. “You want to give the manager team something to gossip about?”
I raise a brow. “Why is everything a challenge to you?”
“Just that kind of guy, I suppose,” he answers as he walks to the bed and plops down onto it.
“No.” I follow him toward the bed, pausing in front of him. “I don’t think anyone should know about this, Bronson.”
“Yeah, about that...” He leans back on his hands. “Addison knows.”
My chest tightens. “What?”
“Harvey, too.”
“Wh— you told them? Why?”
“I didn’t tell them,” he says. “They were in the parking garage in Chicago the night we got together out there.”
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
“They saw us?!” I ask as panic takes hold.
“They saw us kiss,” he says, far calmer than I am. “Everything else is none of their business.”
I cover my face. “Oh, jeez...”
“Jordan.” Bronson reaches out, hooking my shorts and tugging me toward him. “It’s fine.”
“How is this fine, Bronson?”
“Because… it is,” he says. “It’s not a big deal. Okay?”
I deflate, my mind coming up with all the various ways this is inevitably going to crash down around me. “Well, what did you say to them?” I ask.
“I told Addison the truth,” Bronson says. “I told her it’s a casual thing, it’s no one’s business but ours, and she should keep her mouth shut about it.”
“Will she?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Though, to be honest, Jordan, I don’t see this being a problem for anyone.”
I squint. “Why not?”
“Because everyone on that bus loves you,” he says. “And we all want you to relax and let loose sometimes.”
I pause, the words reflecting Chrissy’s. “Yeah?”
Bronson smiles as he pulls me closer. I drop onto the bed beside him. “Yes,” he says, kissing my brow. “This is fine, Jordan. Trust me.”
And I do.
“But no one else knows?” I ask.
“No one else knows,” he confirms.
I nod stiffly. “Okay...”
Bronson kisses me, once again guiding me backward. I lie down, settling in as his hand pushes back into my shorts.
“Bronson,” I say, a smile touching my lips.
“Oh,” he says, grinning deviously, “did you think I was done?”
He cradles my clit and I purr against him all over again.