Chapter 39 – Phoenix
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Can you just do as you’re told?
Phoenix
Remi and I arrive at Midnight, the bar Jordie’s family rented out, to find the party in full swing.
I spot Jordie immediately. She’s on the small dance floor with a few of her teammates as well as Sulley O’Shea, Kamryn Hart, and Kennedy Jeffries.
They’re dancing to a club mix of “Waterfalls.” Kennedy’s new husband, Daylen Humblecut, a football player for the Philly Camels, is behind her, grinding against her ass while his hands rest on her prominent baby bump.
“Let’s grab a drink,” Remi says, and we hug one navy-blue wall dotted with stars on the way to the wooden bar. A female bartender checks us both out and rests her ample chest on the bartop. I look away. There’s only one set of tits I want to see, and they’re currently bouncing on the dance floor.
“What can I get you guys?”
My brother chuckles. “Well that’s a loaded question, sweetheart.” Fucking Remi.
She smiles coquettishly at him. “Let me rephrase. What can I get you to drink?” Batting her fake eyelashes, she adds, “For now.”
We order and receive our drinks—and the bartender’s phone number, which Remi pockets—before turning to lean our backs against the bar so we can check out the scene. Jordie has pulled her fathers onto the dance floor, and the two men move awkwardly to the beat, though they’re smiling.
In fact, everyone in the room is smiling. Purple Dragons logos hang from the ceiling along with a big banner proclaiming them the new Super Bowl champions. It’s truly a celebration.
We’re there for about fifteen minutes when Jordie approaches the bar, her eyes widening when she sees me. And then she’s smiling like a loon, and I can only assume I look just as sappy.
“You’re here,” she says, before looking at my brother. “Hi, Remi.”
“Hey, Jordie. Nice game today, though I thought we were going to have to hospitalize this guy.” He slaps me on the shoulder.
“Reno invited us.” I tell Jordie when her gaze returns to mine. “I hope that’s okay.”
She bites her bottom lip and nods. “I’m glad. I would have invited you, but I didn’t even know it was happening. My family surprised me.”
The air is magnetic between us, and I wonder if anyone can see our attraction. It seems so profound to me I’m surprised it’s not a visible thing flashing with neon lights.
“You look gorgeous,” I tell her, my eyes drifting down her body. Though it’s cold outside, she’s wearing black sequin booty shorts and a silver sparkly tank top. Her hair is down but she’s donned a blinged out ball cap with tiny rhinestones spelling out SUPER BOWL CHAMPION.
She checks me out in return. I’m in dark jeans and a white button-down topped with a charcoal blazer.
“You look good too.”
“What am I, chopped liver?” Remi breaks in. I roll my eyes, but Jordie giggles.
“You look dashing, as always, Remi.” My brother always dresses well. Tonight he’s rocking all black from his pants to his shirt to his blazer. He’s got that dark and dangerous look so many ladies fall for.
I flash him a look and he gets the message. Scram, dude.
“I’m just gonna go over here and… talk to… somebody,” he says, waving his hand vaguely and winking at me.
Finally alone-ish, I prop one elbow on the bar, and Jordie does the same. My hand immediately goes to her hip, the one that’s mostly hidden by the bar.
“I’m digging these shorts, but they look itchy. Maybe we should go somewhere I can take them off you and inspect your pussy for scratches. With my mouth.”
Her eyebrows lift, along with one side of her perfect mouth. “They have a lining.”
My hand drags down to the bare skin of her muscled thigh. It’s smooth and warm. “One can never be too careful with such a delicate area.”
The smirk on her face edges up a notch. “You pounded me into a door about a week ago. And now my vagina is a delicate little flower?”
“Let me sniff it and see.”
She laughs that beautiful Jordie laugh and pushes at my shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re here.” Leaning closer, she says, “Do you want me to come over tonight?”
“Fuck yes,” I say before she’s finished the last syllable. My fingers tighten on her thigh. “I wish I could dance with you.”
Her eyes sadden a little. “Me too.” Then she glances toward the dance floor where her sister is two-stepping with Reno. “I have an idea. Follow me.”
I walk a few steps behind her, drinking my fill of her ass in those goddamn sexy shorts. But I soothe myself with the thought that they’re going to be on the floor of my bedroom later.
She approaches her sister and asks, “Can I dance with my favorite brother-in-law?” Jerking a thumb at me, she adds, “I found this weirdo hanging around the bar so I brought him to dance with you.”
“From one weirdo to another,” Juliette sings, kissing her hubby before turning to me. “Let’s show them how it’s done, Phoenix.”
Dancing with Jordie’s sister wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Sure, they look a lot alike with their tall, slim frames, aqua eyes, and blonde hair, but the point was to have my body against Jordie’s while we moved together.
It’s kind of our thing now, and I missed going to dance class with her this week.
“It was so nice of you to come,” Juliette says. “Is that your brother?”
I look over my shoulder to find Remi with three women around him. Turning back to her, I say, “I have no earthly idea who that pervert is.”
Juliette laughs, sounding uncannily like her little sister. “Liar. I saw you come in together.”
“That’s my older brother, Remi,” I admit. “Those aren’t friends of yours, are they?”
“Nope. I have no idea who they are. Let the man have a little fun.”
When the song draws to an end, Jordie’s plan makes more sense because she calls, “Switch!” Then Reno pulls Juliette to him, and Jordie is finally in my arms.
“You’re a fucking evil genius,” I whisper as a Tim McGraw and Faith Hill song begins. We fall into an easy waltz around the room, our bodies in fluid motion.
More couples crowd onto the dance floor, so no one notices when my left hand inches down, resting on the small slip of skin exposed between her shirt and shorts. My fingers stroke her lightly.
“After this dance, I think you’re going to need to go to the restroom.”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m fine. I just went a few minutes ago.”
I spin her and quirk one eyebrow. “Actually, I think you really need to use the restroom.”
Realization sparks in her pretty eyes as a smug smile crests her lips. “Oh, I think you’re right, Mr. Hale. I am feeling a certain urge.”
My cock surges in my pants, pressing into her stomach. “I think I can help with any urges you may be having.”
“I’ve never gotten the appeal of screwing in a dirty bathroom. It just seems gross to me.” She leans a little closer, pressing those sweet tits against my chest. “But I’ll make an exception for you.”
“Not the bathroom,” I tell her. “Helix did a science fair project on microbes found in public restrooms one time, and I can barely stand to pee in them, much less have sex. People are fucking disgusting.”
We execute a perfect turn, our bodies moving in tandem. “Then why do you want—”
“Can you just do as you’re told?” I huff out, and she narrows her eyes at me but nods.
“Fine. I’ll go to the damn bathroom.”
As soon as the song is over, Jordie heads to the narrow hallway at the back of the bar, casting one last questioning look over her shoulder. I just smile. Waiting a few seconds, I trace her path, trying doors until I find one that’s unlocked. It appears to be an unused office.
Stepping inside, I leave the door cracked and wait. A minute later, Jordie appears in the hallway, looking from one side to the other.
“Over here,” I hiss, and she swivels on her low heels, finding me peeking out. I pull her into the room and lock the door.
“What is this place?” she whispers.
“It’s a room with a locked door and no prying eyes. That’s all you need to know. Now get your fine ass on the desk.”
“So bossy,” she shoots back, crossing the room and hitching herself up onto the wooden desk.
“You’re not going to be complaining in a few minutes when I’m on my knees playing electrician,” I retort.
“Electrician?” she questions, and I nod.
“Yep, I’m going to remove your shorts and check your box.”
She bursts out laughing. “What is wrong with you? Like, the specific medical diagnosis?”
“I believe the technical name for it is blue balls.”
I stride slowly across the small room, stroking my dick through my pants. Her eyes follow the movement, the pupils dilating with desire. I pull off her hat and grip her throat, pulling her to me and sealing my mouth over hers. She moans, hands finding my waist as I deepen the kiss.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” I say when we break apart. “Do you think you could bring home a pair of those football pants to wear around the house? I want to bend you over a flat surface, pull them down, and spank your ass while I fuck you.”
“I could probably do that as long as you wear my jersey while you’re fucking me.”
Unable to wait another second to taste her, my fingers hook beneath the stretchy fabric at her waist, and she lifts her hips to allow me to remove her shorts. Then I sink to my knees and dive in without pause.
“Oh. God,” Jordie cries at the first swipe of my tongue.
“You shaved,” I say, as my tongue meets smooth skin. She normally keeps her pubic hair trimmed short, which I don’t mind a bit, but this is hot too. I take another taste, sinking my tongue into her hot channel.
“Waxed, actually. A local spa gave us all free treatments this week,” she replies, grabbing the back of my head and holding me in place.
Not that I’m going anywhere until her orgasm is smeared all over my face.
“I didn’t want to get my nails done because they would only get messed up. Do you like it?”
“Fucking love it,” I say, my voice muffled by her slick flesh. “But I honestly don’t care. You could rock a 70s bush, and I’d claw my way through it to get to the good stuff.”