Chapter 36 – Jordie
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Life is good
Jordie
Phoenix leans down and kisses the side of his daughter’s head before standing. He’s still holding my hand and tugs so I stand too but on the opposite side of the bed. Then he releases me and nods to the door.
As soon as we open it, we find a tiny kitten sitting patiently in the hallway, looking expectantly up at us.
Phoenix scoops up Honey and returns to the bedroom, placing it on the bed.
She wiggles a little before nestling her furry little head into the crook of Reece’s neck.
He stares at them for a long moment before coming out and closing the door almost all the way so Honey can escape if she needs to use the litter box.
His hands go immediately to my waist, and he hauls me against him. My arms immediately encircle his neck. When his lips close over mine, my toes curl in my sneakers. Phoenix’s tongue is soft and coaxing, though the erection pressing against my stomach is the opposite of soft.
Aware his daughter is only a few feet away, I pull back and lick his taste from my lips. It’s sweet from all the dessert he consumed tonight.
“I should go. I’m sure you’re ready to get to bed,” I say, though leaving is the last thing I want to do.
“Stay,” he says, surprising me because I never sleep over when Reece is here.
My eyes flit to her room. “But what about…”
He stops me with the soft press of his lips to mine. “Stay, Jordie.”
“But I thought…”
Again, my words are halted by his mouth, but this time the kiss is insistent, demanding. When he pulls back, his lips hover over mine. “Please stay with me tonight. I need you.”
His words tug at my core, tightening everything inside me. “Well, if you need me,” I tease, “I guess I’ll stay.”
I have to muffle my squeak when he grabs my bottom and lifts until my legs wrap around his waist. I’m always surprised when he does this.
I’m over six feet tall with long legs, not exactly a petite little princess.
But I’ve seen firsthand the body Phoenix Hale hides beneath his suits and polka-dotted ties.
It’s obvious he doesn’t miss many workouts.
He carries me down the hall and into his bedroom, closing the door quietly before pressing me against it.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you all day?
” Sensing it’s a rhetorical question, I say nothing, and he continues.
“Seeing you in these tight jeans had me fighting to keep my dick from doing some very inappropriate things, which would have been really bad since children were present.”
I pop an eyebrow as he grinds his erection against me. That thing is certainly not appropriate now.
“By the way some of the moms were looking at you, I don’t think they would have minded. That one blonde chick kept staring at your crotch. I think she was hoping it would do a trick or something.”
“Ha,” he spits out. “That’s Aria, and she’s nothing but a gold digger.”
“Have you—”
“No,” he interrupts before I can finish my very intrusive question. “I’ve never been with any of the women that were here today.”
My posture relaxes. “Sorry, I’m feeling a little possessive of you.”
His grin could power an entire city with its brilliance. “Do you hear me complaining? You have every right to be possessive because you own me.”
A fluttering appears in my belly. “What does that mean? I own you?”
“It means… I love you, Jordie. I’m so crazy in love with you I feel like I could explode.”
The fluttery feeling rises up like a bird taking flight and lodges in my chest. “Phoenix.” The rest of the words get stuck, and his eyebrows inch together.
“I’m sorry. I was going to wait till after the game to tell you because I didn’t want to add anything else to your plate.
” His lips press into a line so hard it looks uncomfortable, and I cradle his face between my palms, letting my thumb brush against the firmness of his mouth until it relaxes under my touch.
“Say it again.”
“You want me to…”
“I want you to say it again so I can say it back.”
That smile is back, bringing with it his adorable Thing One and Thing Two dimples. His gaze is on me, not wavering a millimeter. “Jordie McNamara, I love you with my whole heart.”
I rest my forehead against his and whisper, “Phoenix Hale, I love you too.”
Then we lose all semblance of control, and our clothes go flying.
Buttons from my shirt hit the floor, and I scratch his neck in my haste to get his gray henley off over his head.
Our hands are eager, and our mouths are impatient, stealing kisses between pulling off articles of clothing from the other’s body.
Finally, Phoenix stands completely naked in all his hot muscular glory, and I somehow still have my panties and one sock on.
He doesn’t seem to be all that worried about my foot, but he hooks his fingers in the hips of my purple lace panties and rips them off before lifting me again and pinning me to the door.
“Need me to go down on you to warm you up?” he asks, his voice strained as his cock prods insistently at my pussy.
“I’m warm,” I insist, rocking up and down against his shaft and wetting it with my arousal.
Phoenix shifts his hips until his head is right at my entrance. Then he shoves into me hard and fast, pulling a gasp from my lips.
“No, baby. You’re more than warm. You’re fucking fire around my cock.”
He’s so goddamn big, stretching me to my limits, and I grind my pelvis in a circle, feeling my body begin to accommodate to his size.
It helps when he leans forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, looking up at me while he sucks.
My pussy walls contract around him, making him groan around my breast.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, releasing me only to lavish the other nipple with his rapt attention.
“God, I could come like this,” I pant as he suckles me. Phoenix’s eyes glitter with interest, and he pops off me and grins.
“Let’s try that out and see.”
I’m impaled on his dick. He’s not moving, but he returns his lush mouth to my peaks, sucking and licking one and then the other.
My core clenches around him, which only gives him encouragement to suck harder and faster, hollowing his cheeks.
I try to slide up and down his thick shaft, but Phoenix tightens his fingers on my ass, holding me in place.
I’m so close, and my eyelids flutter closed as I feel it. An orgasm. I imagine the way Phoenix looks with his head between my legs, and when he gives my left nipple a little scrape of his teeth, I explode around him.
The satisfaction in his groan vibrates through me, and he finally releases my breast and uses his mouth to cover mine and swallow my sex noises. He begins to thrust up into me, hard and fast while my body spasms around him.
“That’s it, my pretty girl,” he encourages, nailing me to the door with the intensity of his thrusts.
I go wild for him, fucking him back as our tongues wrap around each other.
My fingernails make little half-moon divots in his shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
He takes me faster and harder, driving me into oblivion as we lick into each other’s mouths like we’re desperate for one more taste.
Phoenix maneuvers the angle of my hips and hits a spot that makes my bones melt. The thick ridge around the head of his dick drags against my inner walls, and I can sense the impending explosion.
“Oh god,” I whimper against his lips, feeling him swell inside me. The first spurt of his release is timed perfectly with my own, and our slick bodies writhe together as the waves of utter bliss take over.
I’m drowning in this man, in his love, and I don’t want to be saved.
Our movements slow, and I can feel wetness on my thighs, the mixture of Phoenix and me. I love the simple intimacy of that. Like we’re not just blending our bodily fluids but our hearts, our lives, our souls.
God, when did I become so sappy and poetic?
Phoenix pulls back and offers me a chagrined smile. “Sorry I went feral on you, baby. You just drove me a little crazy.”
I wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders and nuzzle my nose in his neck. He smells like sugar, sweat, and a hint of Reece’s fruity shampoo since he’d stood just outside the shower to help her earlier.
“I like when we get feral,” I assure him, feeling like a lazy cat as my body softens and my heart rate begins to regulate.
Holding me up with one arm, he strokes my ponytail with his free hand. “I want to take you to bed and make love to you now.”
I nod and lightly scratch his back. “Should we take a skinny water bath together first?”
His chuckle rumbles his chest against mine. “Sounds good, but be aware I’m just going to get you dirty again.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
After our shower, Phoenix lays me out on the bed and worships my body with his hands and mouth. He treats me like I’m his goddess, and when he covers me, our lovemaking is slow and sweet, his touches reverent against my flesh, and his words tender in my ear.
Tears leak from my eyes as we finish, and Phoenix kisses them away. “Hey, are you okay, baby?” We’re both still trembling, our bodies flush and heated.
I nod, swallowing down the overwhelming emotions clogging my airway. “I just love you so much.”
“I love you too, Jordie.” His knuckles brush gently down my cheek. “You’re turning me into a different man.”
That only makes more tears leak from my eyes. “I don’t want a different man. I fell in love with you. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
He rolls us to the side, keeping most of his cock buried inside me, and pulls my leg over his hip. “I’m far from perfect, sweetheart. I don’t show it on the outside. I smile and joke around, even though my insides are frozen. But you’re melting me, Jordie. It’s like you’ve rearranged my DNA.”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” I tell him, drifting my fingers down the stubble on his beautiful face. “I think you’re warm and gooey like a butter cake.”
Phoenix chuckles. “A butter cake?”