Chapter 8 #5
“You can’t shelter him from the world because he’s facing challenges. That’s how he learns to deal with them. He has to fall down to learn how to get up.”
“I hate when you start making sense.”
“Another thing, Jase texted to confirm that you wanted the job.”
“What job?” I frowned.
“He said you would know what he was referring to.”
“You know there’s no telling with that boy,” I said, shaking my head.
We rode in a comfortable silence the rest of the way back to my house. When we pulled out front, I grabbed my boots off the floor and hopped out.
“Wait,” Jordy called as he climbed out and followed me.
“I can make it to the door, JoJo. This is probably the safest neighborhood in the country.”
“Forgive me if I want as much of your time as I can get,” he said as he fell in step next to me. “Good, God! I can’t front like following behind you is a bad gig. Fuck, you’re sexy as hell, Harper.”
“Don’t push it, JoJo,” I teased.
“I’m just saying. How the hell did you get finer?”
“Good genes, I guess.”
“I don’t know, but I love it.”
When we made it to the door, I turned to face him. “Thank you for tonight, Jordy. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to hear you out.”
“Thank you for hearing me,” he said, reaching out and touching the side of my face.
Before I knew what was happening, his lips brushed against mine.
The warm surge of energy that came from our lips connecting made me wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
The kiss wasn’t rushed or over passionate.
It was slow and careful like JoJo. His hands moved down to my waist as the intensity of our want increased.
I wanted him to ask to come inside. I knew I wouldn’t and couldn’t refuse him right now. My body belonged to him. It probably always had. When my back slammed against the door, he pulled back and released one of his signature low chuckles.
“My bad, Harper. I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”
“It’s fine.” That was my cue to invite him in. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to do too much too soon. I had been hiding from him for years. I couldn’t very well give in to him in one night. Could I?
“I don’t want to push you, but I also don’t want to pretend that I don’t still want you just as much as I did the day I lost you, Harper.”
“Spend the night with me, Jordy,” I requested.
His eyebrows snapped together in surprise. “You sure about that? I’m not trying to manipulate you or get you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, baby.”
“Let me put it this way. I’m going inside to shower, and I would like for you to be here to fuck me good when I’m done. I can’t say what will happen after that, but tonight, I want you,” I said, turning and unlocking the door.
Jordy lingered so close behind me I could feel the heat from his body. When I stepped inside, he fell in step behind me.
“Where’s the little guy?” he quizzed.
“He’s at my brother’s.” Jordy had a seat on the couch as I proceeded to the kitchen. “You want anything before I take a shower?”
“I’m fine, Harper. I’m just processing being here with you after all this time.”
“If it’s too much, I understand. I just don’t want to be alone right now.”
“I would stay even if it was just to hold you tonight. I don’t have to fuck you to be near you, Harper. Don’t get me wrong. I want to, but I don’t have to.”
“You just sit right there, and I’ll be back. You better fuck me good, Doctor St. John. Don’t make me regret asking you to stay,” I said as I sauntered out of the room.
I probably took the longest shower in history as I mentally chastised myself for asking Jordy to stay. I shook my head at my antics. This was ridiculous. I had officially lost my damn mind. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
At the same time, nothing felt more right than asking the man I had always loved to spend more time with me. I knew he was right there in the same place, waiting as I’d requested. That very thought turned me on so bad I could barely stand it.
It felt scary to try to see where things would go between us.
There was still so much left to discuss.
There was so much at stake. I didn’t want to think about the future or weigh my options.
All I wanted was for Jordy to help me forget all the reasons I ran away from him eight years ago.
I needed him to assure me that he was the same man I had fallen madly in love with before I fully grasped what love actually felt like. All I wanted was my JoJo back.
For so long, I doubted his existence, but looking in his eyes and hearing the sincerity of his confession gave me confidence.
My love still existed. He was still the man who owned a huge chunk of my heart.
I still wanted Jordy. That was all that mattered in the moment. We could figure out the rest later.
After all the prep work and pep talking I’d done during my shower, I made a firm decision that I would put on my big girl panties and face my decision head-on. After drying and moisturizing my skin, I emerged from the bathroom determined to make the best of the night.
“Fuck,” Jordy groaned as I strutted toward him in my birthday suit.
He stood to his full height, tearing his shirt over his head in the process and making me laugh.
“I got some catching up to do.” He kicked off his shoes as he fumbled with the buckle of his belt.
Within seconds, his pants were pooling around his feet.
“Sit down,” I demanded, pointing toward the chair behind him.
“Yes, ma’am.”
When he plopped down in the chair, I straddled him, placing one leg at a time next to him in the oversized recliner. I let my fingers snake through his hair as I pulled his head back until we were eye to eye.
“Are you gonna be a good boy and fuck me good, Doctor St. John?”
He nodded his head but didn’t answer verbally.
I watched his Adam’s apple bob once as I tightened my grip on his hair.
One of his hands clamped down on my waist as he used the other to push the head of his dick to my opening.
He tilted his head back and groaned as he rubbed himself against the slickness.
“You’re this wet already, and you been acting like you didn’t want me anymore, Harper?”
Instead of answering his question, I thrust my hips forward, making both of us gasp as he breached my entrance.
Carefully, I sank down, immediately remembering how long it took me to adjust to his size.
Jordy’s hand moved from my waist to the back of my head, taking a handful of my hair as I started to ride him slowly.
I took my time. It felt so good that I wanted to savor every single stroke.
He shifted beneath me, scooting to the edge of the chair as he started to make shallow thrusts to meet each of my own.
When he was situated, his hands moved to my waist. Effortlessly, he lifted me and brought me down on his dick, meeting my body halfway with his own.
I let out an unfamiliar sound when he slammed me down harder.
“JoJo, baby.” I hissed as I tried to muster up the strength to ask for mercy.
“You better fuck me good, Doctor Jordy St. John. That’s what you said, right?”
“Yes!” I shouted, throwing my head back.
Jordy’s grip on me tightened as he took me for a ride. He thrust into me so ferociously that he lifted from the chair with each stroke. My feet were planted in the chair behind him each time he rose and bounced me on him.
“Am I fucking you good, Harper?”
“Yes! Yes!”
“Am I giving you what you need?”
“Yes!”
“Tell me what you need from me then, Harper. Tell me how to have this again.”
“I don’t . . . I don’t know.”
“You do know, Harper. You know I know how to take care of you. Tell me you’re going to let me take care of you,” he said, gripping my face and making me look at him.
“OK.”
“OK?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you mine again?”
“JoJo!” I screamed.
“Tell me you’re mine, Harper. My pussy still feels like mine. You still look like mine. You still feel like you’re fucking mine.”
My body tensed as the first orgasm I’d had in too many months to count tore through me like a wet napkin.
I was wrecked as my body slumped against him.
JoJo fell back against the chair holding on to me as he released.
He gripped the back of my head, pulling my lips to his before wrapping his arms around my back.
“I’m never letting you go again, Harper. I’m not making that mistake twice.”
Too spent to argue, I rested my head against his chest and listened as his heartbeat slowed. We stayed like that for a long while before I dozed off.