Chapter 44 – Phoenix
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Happy New Year
Phoenix
I walk into my kitchen on New Year’s Eve to find Jordie wiping down the counters. She’s all smiles when she looks up at me and offers me her mouth for a kiss. In the words of some mobster dude, it’s an offer I can’t refuse.
Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I allow my tongue to dance over the seam of her lips, and when she parts them for me, I deepen the kiss.
“Mmm, I missed you today.”
“I missed you too. How were things at the office?”
“All good. I got everything finalized for your ad that will air during the NFL Super Bowl.”
She turns in my arms and strokes her hands up and down my chest. “A Super Bowl ad is big bucks, Mr. Hale.”
I wipe some flour from her cheek. “You’re worth every penny. What have you been cooking?”
God, I hope it’s not something from Reece’s Easy-Bake Oven. Ever since Jordie started watching my daughter, I’ve come home each night to some bland, dry dessert, and, of course, I ate every bite with a smile. A forced smile and about a gallon of milk, but whatever.
“We made cookies.” Her lips quirk. “In the real oven.”
“Oh thank god,” I sigh, looking at the platter laden with… “Um, what are those supposed to be?”
They’re definitely cookies, but they’re all misshapen and covered with lines of glittery frosting.
“They’re fireworks,” Jordie informs me, casting an assessing gaze at them. “At least they’re supposed to be. They’re kind of… blobby, aren’t they?”
“A bit,” I admit. “But I can kind of see it with the glittery stuff. I’ll make sure to tell Reecie they’re the most gorgeous cookies ever.”
“Good plan.” Jordie bounces on her toes, her eyes alight with excitement. “Oh, we went to your mom’s house today to see Lorraine. She said thank you for the soup, by the way.”
“Everything go okay?” I ask, feeling worry wrinkles form on my forehead.
“Fine. George drove us directly from here to your mom’s, and we pulled into the garage so no reporters got a glimpse of Reece.” She scrunches her nose. “I still can’t believe you hired a car and driver for us.”
“I don’t want them bothering you two. We’ll keep George on the payroll till everything settles down.”
“I think it already has. There were only two paparazzi vehicles that followed us today. They’re moving on to the next bit of drama. Some Hollywood celebrity got arrested for soliciting a prostitute last night, so I think that took a bit of heat off us.”
I hold her hips and kiss the top of her head. “Thank you for being patient with me. I know I’m overprotective.”
“You’re just being a good dad. They have no business trying to get pictures of a child, and if I ever catch one trying, I’ll snatch their camera and stuff it up their butt.”
Laughing, I pull her closer. “I have no doubt you will.”
She wriggles away and begins cleaning up the mess again. “Oh, what I started to tell you before… Reece and I went to see Lorraine today, and you’re never going to believe what happened.”
Reece’s nanny is staying at my mom’s house. She’s three days post-op from her knee replacement and doing well.
“What?” I ask.
“Guess,” Jordie shoots back.
“Um, I don’t know. Lorraine danced the macarena with Mom’s gardener?”
She looks back over her shoulder at me with a frown. “No, that’s dumb. Why would you even say that?”
I shrug. “You told me to guess.”
Jordie rolls her eyes and leans her ass against the counter, throwing the dish towel over her shoulder. “No, Lorraine’s niece showed up.”
“What? I didn’t even know Lorraine had a niece. She’s been with me five years, and she’s never mentioned any family besides her kids and… ohhh, wait.” My mind whirls. “She has a sister she’s estranged from.”
My girlfriend nods. “Bingo. Except she doesn’t have a sister anymore. She passed away.”
“Damn, that’s got to be hard. Not being in contact with a family member and then finding out they’re dead.”
Jordie’s lips turn down. “Yeah, it’s sad. Lorraine told me the rift was over who got their mother’s wedding ring when she died. It wasn’t specified in the will, so the sisters decided to draw straws. When Lorraine won, the sister stormed out and said she wanted nothing to do with her anymore.”
“That’s harsh.”
“Lorraine feels really bad about it now and never thought it would go on so long. She wears the ring every day though. It’s the one on that chain around her neck.
” Jordie waves her hand. “Anyway, the niece saw Lorraine’s post on Facebook about her upcoming surgery and decided to reach out.
Her name is Mindy, and apparently they were really close when Mindy was a little girl. ”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Are we sure she’s really Lorraine’s niece? Forgive me if I’m a little leery of family members popping up from the past right now.”
Jordie chuckles. “Yes, Lorraine recognized her. They’ve spoken on the phone a few times, but Mindy wanted to come check on her in person. She even brought some old photo albums for Lorraine to keep. She seems really nice and has the most gorgeous red hair.”
I step toward her and pull her ponytail. “I personally prefer blondes.”
“You better, mister. What are the plans for tonight?”
“Well, Reece and I usually watch a movie and eat too much junk food on New Year’s Eve.” I cringe. “That probably sounds really boring. Maybe I can see if—”
She presses a finger over my lips and shushes me. “A relaxing night in with you and Reece sounds perfect. Going out would entail me putting on a bra and shoes, and I don’t want to.”
“Reece always insists she’s going to stay up and watch the ball drop, but she generally passes out a little after ten, so I carry her up to bed.”
Jordie looks horrified. “And you just spend New Year’s Eve alone?”
“It’s fine. Sometimes Helix comes over, but I’m sure he’s spending his time with Nicolette this year.” I wrap my hand around Jordie’s ponytail and tug her head back. “Now I have my own pretty little firework to keep me company.”
She grins up at me. “Lucky bastard.”
I couldn’t agree more.
I wake up on New Year’s Day snuggled against my woman’s back. We’re both naked, and my dick is feeling pretty peppy this morning.
My mind goes back to the night I got home from Florida and found Jordie naked on my bed. And the conversation where she said she wanted to learn more plays for her sex playbook.
“We didn’t discuss spankings, blow jobs, doggy style, bondage, anal, rough sex, reverse cowgirl, against a wall, among others. I feel completely inept as a sexual being. And there’s something else. I read it in one of my sister’s romance books.”
We’ve tried pretty much all of the things she mentioned… except for the something else I coaxed out of her. She was worried that little fantasy would make me uncomfortable, but it doesn’t. Not since I know she’s consented to it.
My cock is of the mind that there’s no time like the present, and I slide it between Jordie’s legs. She’s still sleeping soundly, and I move my hips gently, letting my shaft ease back and forth between the lips of her sex, stimulating her until she’s dripping all over me.
I rest on my elbow and watch her face as I enter her slowly, careful not to wake her. Because this is Jordie’s fantasy… to wake up during the act of being fucked.
It requires a lot of trust in your partner, and I feel like the luckiest man in the world that she feels that way about me. That she knows I’ll take care of her while she’s asleep and at her most vulnerable.
She’s lying with her head on my bicep, and I use my other hand to cup her breast softly, with care to not wake her. Her nipple hardens against my palm, and I pinch lightly at it. A gush of arousal floods my dick, and I give one slow stroke in and out of her.
It’s incredible the way her pussy walls wrap perfectly around me, like she was made for me. I press my face into her hair and inhale. She smells as beautiful as she looks lying here on my bed, between my bourbon-colored sheets.
Carefully, I lower my hand to her stomach, holding her in place as I pull out and thrust back in. I’m so goddamn addicted to this woman. When I give her another stroke, she whimpers and I freeze inside her, my balls pressed up against her body.
I’m not sure if I want her to wake up to find me inside her or if I want to enjoy her like this for a few more minutes.
It feels a little bit wrong, even though I know she consented to this, asked for this.
But that forbidden sensation only turns me on more.
Hell, maybe I’m a sick fuck for enjoying it, but watching her sleep while I fuck her slowly makes my entire body tingle.
I continue my movements, keeping my chest against her back and only moving my hips. She whimpers, and I watch her eyelids, counting the pale blue veins and the enviably long lashes. I want to kiss her neck but I don’t dare because I know that would wake her up.
Instead, I continue to work her body with my own, and she floods my cock with her arousal. I know her pussy like I invented it, and I find her G-spot with the head of my cock. Her hips twitch, and her eyeballs move beneath her lids. She’s close to waking up.
The anticipation is heady. I’m hard as stone, but I grit my teeth against the urge to come.
It’s become my personal mission to make sure she’s in the middle of an orgasm when she awakens, but I’m walking a fine line here. I speed up just a little and feel the telltale tightening around my length. Yes. Fuck yes. She’s almost there.
Just as I feel her inner walls flutter, her eyelids snap open in surprise. “Oh my god,” she cries, her climax making her body shudder.
“It’s me,” I whisper to reassure her.
“Phoenix!” she calls out way too loudly, and I cover her mouth with my hand.
“Shhh, just take it, baby. Let it happen.”
Jordie moans around my hand, her hips bucking back against mine as she comes hard and long. Fuck, I think this is the longest orgasm I’ve ever given her. And by the way she’s clenching around me, it’s also the most intense. I can barely move because she has me in a vise grip.