Chapter 26
Kitt
Why was I nervous?
I had no reason to be. We’d won the case, the bell ringers were basically disbanded, and the few stragglers of the organization that hadn’t been caught yet were currently being swept up by Logan and the other investigators.
I’d even managed a few successful conversations with my sister over the phone.
Yet, as I stood in the safety of my own living room, I was even more nervous than I had been before the bell ringers trial.
The doorbell rang. I counted my steps on the way to the door to ensure I didn’t rush to open it.
Jordy stood on the other side, also looking a bit nervous.
“Hey. Um... I’m here.”
He barely glanced at me, keeping his gaze on his fingers as he twisted them together.
I held the door open for him. “Glad you were able to find the place.”
It was awkward small talk and we both knew it. My apartment complex was hardly a maze. It stood proudly in the center of town, easily accessible to anyone who had permission.
Still, Jordy looked around at my living room as if I’d invited him into a museum of rare treasures.
“Thanks for inviting me. I’m glad I’ll get to see your place before I go.”
I froze. My hand hovered in the air near his shoulder. I’d been about to offer to hang up his jacket, but that thought disappeared from my mind.
“Go?”
“Oh, yeah.” He shrugged. “You know. Go back to San Francisco. The case is over now, and we’re not being hunted down, so I don’t need to stay in hiding. There’s nothing keeping me here anymore, so I figured I’d probably be returning to San Francisco soon.”
My heart beat wildly in my chest, like a man who’d dodged a bullet by mere inches.
I wasn’t too late, but I was running out of time.
I’d rehearsed this conversation in my head a dozen times. Every word was planned out, right down to the timed pauses I would need to take to give Jordy time to think.
However, all of that planning went right out the window as soon as he mentioned San Francisco. Instead, I grabbed his arm and dragged him across the living room, mumbling, “I need to show you something.”
“Show me something?” Jordy questioned as he followed my lead.
I brought him from the living room into my bedroom, before letting go of his arm.
Luckily, Jordy trusted me enough that he didn’t complain about being manhandled, and instead, just turned to me with a raised eyebrow and a knowing look.
“You need to show my something in your bedroom?” He slid his hand under my lapel and started to push my suit jacket off my shoulders. “You know, you can just ask.”
“No.” I caught his wrist and spun him around until he faced the closet by the bed. “I need to show you this.”
I opened the door.
Jordy looked at the closet, then looked at me, even more confused. “You need to show me an empty closet?”
I nodded.
“Okay…” He elongated the word into an entire sentence, clearly giving himself time to think. “What’s the empty closet for?”
“It’s for...” I stepped back just enough so that it wouldn’t feel like I was crowding him. “It’s for you. If you want it.”
“For me?” he repeated.
I could practically see the wheels turning in his blue eyes, but my nerves once again got the best of me, and I couldn’t bear to wait for his answer. I was able to stare down murderers and rapists across the courtroom without flinching, but when it came to romance, I turned into a babbling wreck.
“You don’t need to go to San Francisco. There’s nothing there for you, anyway.
Your friend, Clay, already lives in Baton Rouge, and I know he’d like it if you stayed.
So, I understand if you don’t want to stay here, specifically.
It is really fast, after all. But at least stay in Baton Rouge.
This city is just as good as San Francisco.
There’s no reason for you to go anywhere else. ”
Jordy pressed a finger to my lips, effectively ending my rambling. I could have kissed him in relief, if I wasn’t still so nervous to hear his response.
“Kitt,” he said after a moment, his lashes half-lowered over his eyes so I couldn’t see his expression. “Is this your awkward way of asking me to move in with you?”
With his finger still silencing my lips, I answered with a simple nod.
He started laughing, letting out cute little snorts that he tried to hide behind his hand.
“I swear. You’re so eloquent in the courtroom. I wasn’t expecting this.”
Unable to stay silent any longer, I pulled away from his finger.
“Does that mean...”
Before I could finish asking, he jumped into my arms, wrapping both arms and legs around me, and he clung like his skin had been replaced with hook and loop fasteners as he kissed me breathless.
I tried to catch him, but despite all the hours I’d put in at the gym, suddenly supporting an adult’s weight was very difficult when you weren’t expecting it.
Rather than risk injuring myself trying to hold him up, especially with my shoulder still not back to its full strength, even though I no longer needed the sling, I instead used my strength to strategically guide us both to the floor, thankful for the rug I’d chosen to cushion the hardwood panels.
Throughout our slow decent, the kiss never broke until Jordy was lying on his back on my bedroom floor, looking up at me with a flushed face and sparkling eyes.
“It means ‘yes’ you stilly man,” he said, still panting. “Yes, I’ll move in with you.”
There was more we needed to talk about, but the sight of him glowing and eager under me was too much to resist. I stripped off both our clothes right there on the bedroom floor, leaving them scattered around the room in a chaotic mess.
He ran his hands over my chest and stroked my stomach, pulling at my hips to draw me closer, and making my blood burn hotter with every brush of his fair skin over mine.
We were lucky. The nightstand where I kept my supplies wasn’t too far away, so I didn’t have to let go of him to fetch the bottle of lube I kept stored there.
We could have moved to the bed. It would have been more comfortable, and probably more convenient, but neither of us brought it up.
We were too eager for words. Too eager for thoughts.
We were just a tangled ball of needs and desires.
My arousal throbbed so hard I could practically hear my own pulse in my ears. It felt like I would die if I didn’t get some part of myself inside him as soon as possible. We both moaned in satisfaction as I slid one slicked up finger inside him.
Just like every time we’d joined together before, his body opened beautifully for me.
Almost immediately, I was able to add a second finger alongside the first, feeling the stretch of his muscles around my digits as I sought out his deepest pleasure spots.
He moaned and writhed, calling out my name as his nails dug crescents into my shoulders.
It wasn’t enough. He was still too coherent.
Without warning, I pulled out my finger, leaving him empty and clearly wanting. He protested, crying out for more, but when I pulled his legs open to wrap them around my waist, his protests immediately turned to encouragement.
I could never deny him when his pleas sounded so sweet.
Carefully lining myself up, I slid into him with practiced ease, as if we’d done this a thousand times before. The heat inside him burned me right down to my core, and his internal muscles squeezed me with a delicious friction that made a shiver crawl up my spine.
I meant to go slow, draw out the pleasure to make sure we both enjoyed it, but the friction he created around me was too much to resist. I wasn’t even halfway inside before I gave in to temptation and buried myself the rest of the way in one hard thrust. At the same time, my mouth found his, and I swallowed his cries from the sudden invasion.
“I meant to be gentler,” I whispered in his ear as I pulled out, only to immediately thrust back in again, setting a quick and eager pace. “Not just with this. I’d planned out a whole proper proposal to ask you to move in with me.”
Each time I drove into his body, I made sure to hit the spots I knew he enjoyed the most. I could see the pleasure wracking his body each time my cock dragged against his inner walls or struck deep into his core.
He tried to respond to what I was saying, giving a halfhearted nod, but his eyes glazed over, and I could tell he hadn’t truly processed my words.
Perfect.
Burying my face against his neck, I nipped along the shell of his ear. “I used to pride myself on my restraint, but you’re just too damn hard to resist.”
I sped up my pace, plunging my cock into him so hard and so fast that I had to cling to his hips to keep him from sliding across the rug. His fingers trembled on my shoulders, too weak and overwhelmed to hold onto me. He was completely at my mercy, but there wasn’t an ounce of fear in his eyes.
Just the pleasure of surrender, and the warm comfort of trust.
I’d never understood people who took pictures of their partners in intimate poses, but looking down at Jordy underneath me now, it finally made sense. I wished I had a camera so I could capture the image he created and keep it with me forever and revisit it whenever I wanted.
“Honestly, darling,” I said, as I watched him pant so hard that a drop of spit rolled down from the corner of his mouth over his cheek. “I think you’ve ruined me.”
It took only a few more well-timed thrusts before I got to watch him unravel.
His back arched and his face scrunched up in a silent scream as his whole body trembled through the shock of his orgasm.
The sight of him, locked in the jaws of an ecstasy that I’d created, pushed me over the edge into my own climax as well, but it was an afterthought.
My pleasure was a whisper compared to the symphony that he created, and I honestly would have been satisfied even if I never finished at all.