Chapter 19
19
brONSON
J ordan slides out of bed, slowly. Carefully. Obviously trying not to wake me as she goes.
Cute.
I pretend to be asleep. I watch through one half-open eye as she stands up. The room is dark, just the barest sliver of morning sunlight peeking through the curtains, but I can still make out her naked form. Her round hips and perfect breasts. The way her hair trails down her back as she walks toward the bathroom and closes the door behind her.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Fuck, she’s...
My manager. My friend. My bandmate.
Are you sure you’re okay with this?
I roll over as Addison’s words echo in my head. Am I okay with this? Physically, yes. Fuck yes. But am I okay with taking Jordan to bed at night only to have her not be mine in the morning?
I thought I was.
Now, I’m not so sure.
Dammit. This was fine before! Then Addison said those words and now I’m all fucked up.
It’s Jordan, Bronson.
I know how you feel about her.
It’s Jordan fucking Peck. The girl I hung out with in the parking lot every morning before school started. The girl who used to save my seat every day in the cafeteria.
The girl who used to be the last thing I thought about every night, and the first thing I thought about every morning.
Then the music happened. The fame. The groupies. And all of Jordan’s little rules.
I thought we would never be anything more than friends, so… I got over it.
Now I wonder if I’m as over it as I thought I was.
Fuck.
The shower turns on behind the bathroom door. My cock bounces slightly, the semi-hard shaft tenting the bedsheet. I sigh, full of urges. Full of thoughts I shouldn’t be having about a woman I really shouldn’t be having them about.
I close my eyes, hoping to fall unconscious again, but all I can do is picture her standing beneath the shower head. Water flowing down her body, dripping off her hard nipples, her skin as wet as she was last night.
My cock stands upright, the sheet already dabbed with pre-cum.
Fuck it, I think as I throw the sheet off.
I stand up and march toward the bathroom door.
“Bronson?” Jordan asks as I push it open.
I see her through the glass shower walls and my dick shivers with need. The image of her is even better than it was in my head, the steam gently floating around her.
I pull open the door and step inside.
Jordan wipes the water from her eyes. “Bronson?”
I take her face in my hands and I kiss her. She gasps in surprise, her lips parting just enough for my tongue. Her hands come to my naked hips as her lips loosen and her tongue reaches for mine. I curl my arms around her, pulling her against me, my cock pressing into her belly.
And she smiles.
Damn right, she smiles.
“Good morning,” she says.
“Good morning.”
I kiss her again and again; the water leaving trails down my body.
Jordan rests her arms around my shoulders. “You know, I was thinking...” She releases the softest moan as I lick the clean water off her neck. “We need a system.”
“We have a system.”
“Right, the pen. But what about for you?”
I look at her. “For me?”
“Yeah, you. We should have a system for when you... you know, want me to follow you.”
I chuckle. “Just assume always, Jordan.”
“I’m serious,” she says, laughing.
“So am I.”
“You can drop a drumstick?” she suggests.
I lift my head, feigning a gasp. “I would never disrespect my gear like that.”
“Well, think of something. You’re doing so much for me,” she says. “I want to do something for you.”
“Like what?” I ask. “Like wrapping those sweet lips around my hard cock?”
She inhales sharply, but she doesn’t blink. “Yes,” she says.
I smile. “I’ll think about it.”
I kiss her again as I touch my palms to the wall behind her, trapping her between them. I hold her there with closed eyes, water tickling across my skin as I suck her bottom lip between my teeth. She kisses me back, humming softly, her hand sliding down my chest toward my…
I release a groan.
“Yes,” I say as she strokes me across her palm. “Yes.”
Jordan lowers to her knees. Pleasure fires through my shaft, her lips wrapping around me, her tongue swirling around my tip. I hold back the urge to come already, needing this sight to last as long as possible.
Jordan takes me deep into her mouth. My legs shake. I plant my hands firmly against the wall, a deep groan building in my chest. Every suck, every little swipe of her tongue, sends me further toward climax. Still, I hold back. I watch and feel and need.
When she rests one hand against my balls, I grunt with desire, the dual sensation of her caressing hand and hot mouth almost too much.
I whisper her name. She peeks up at me with little drops of water on her long eyelashes, and she takes me deeper; so deep I feel the push of her throat.
I groan; the sight so sexy, the pleasure too great. “Fuck,” I say. “I’m coming.”
Jordan doesn’t pull me out. I watch my dick quiver as it spills onto her tongue. She takes it, her throat working as she swallows, and I…
I fall just a little bit more for Jordan Peck.
I grab her arms and hoist her off the floor. Forcing her back against the wall, I kiss her hard, my hands cupping her beautiful face.
“Please,” I whisper.
Jordan chuckles. “Please, what?”
“Please. Let me return the favor.”
She blinks once, then shakes her head. “No.”
“Please.”
Her firm touch on my chest makes me pause. “Not now,” she says, leaving me with hope. “Okay? Not yet.”
I bite down hard, my entire body buzzing for more of her; to taste her and make her mine .
But I back off. She has to want it, too.
Jordan eyes me playfully, sending another shiver of heat through my cock. “Still a few hours before you have to be on the bus,” she says. “You should get some more sleep.”
And there’s Jordan.
My manager. My friend. My bandmate.
Not mine.
But she could be mine.
All I have to do is say it and…
I give her a silent nod as I swallow the words on my tongue.
I keep my mouth shut.
Just like always.