Chapter 17
We pull up to what can only be described as a mansion. I’ve never been inside a house so large before. As if detecting my apprehension, Jordan takes my hand while Albert handles our bags. A beautiful petite woman with bright blonde hair and blue eyes the same shade as Jordan’s opens the door. She’s wearing all white, slacks, blouse and heels.
“Emma Stanford, may I present my mother, Monica Grayson.”
She extends her hand, and I take it in mine, “You have a lovely home, Mrs. Grayson.”
“Monica, please. Jordan has told me so much about you. It’s nice to meet you finally. He rarely brings home his girlfriends.”
“Mother, enough. Let Emma get settled before you tell her my life story.”
“Jordy, stop it. It’s true.”
“Where are we sleeping?”
“I’ve placed you in the upstairs bedroom at the end of the hall unless Emma would prefer her room.”
“Uh, no, I’ll bunk with Jordan.”
“Perfect. James will bring you upstairs.”
A thin man with a sharp face dressed in a uniform of black pants and a white jacket picks up our bags, and we follow him up the grand staircase. I can’t get over this house. Apparently, Monica likes white because the walls, ceilings, and furniture are some shade of it, except for the wood floors, which are a vibrant brown color.
I almost trip at the top of the stairs because I’m not paying attention. Lovely artwork contrasts the plain walls with splashes of color. James opens a door at the end of the hall to reveal a large high ceilinged room with a large four-poster bed. He nods as he places our bags on a white padded bench and leaves the room. This room is painted in a light ivory color with soft beige accents.
“That’s some bed. It looks even bigger than yours, Jordan.”
He sits and bounces up and down on the mattress, “Perfect, no noise.”
“For what?”
He comes up behind me and nuzzles my ear, “I need quiet for when I fuck you all night. I only want to hear your moans.”
My face reddens at the thought of having sex underneath his mother’s roof in a houseful of people.
“We should behave since it’s your mother’s house.”
“Emma, we haven’t slept in the same bed for a week. I’m not letting one more night go by, especially if I’m sharing it with you. I should fuck you now just for even thinking that.”
My core starts to heat up. Not that it matters because I’m already wet from sucking him off a couple of hours ago. I should let him fuck me. I’m about to tell him so when his mother breezes in through the open door.
“Is this room satisfactory?”
“Yes, mother, perfect. I think we’d like to get freshened up, and then we’ll join you.”
“Your brother is coming this evening.”
“Nicky?”
“No, Samuel.”
“Really? He didn’t mention it to me. ”
“He hasn’t seen me for months.”
“Oh, so you guilted him into coming?”
“I don’t need to guilt my sons to come visit me. Am I that bad a mother?”
Jordan laughs, “Of course not, mom.”
She kisses him on the cheek and leaves a smudge of pink lipstick, which she rubs at with her fingers. She reaches over and squeezes my hand.
“I’d like to sit and chat when you have a chance. I’ll be downstairs on the patio. James is whipping up a batch of margaritas and some snacks. Dinner will be served at 8:00.”
She closes the door as she leaves, and Jordan is already inching my skirt up my legs.
“One quick fuck before we go down?” he pleads with me.
“Okay, but I expect better service next time.”
He unzips my skirt and yanks it over my hips, letting it fall to the floor. I step out of my heels and the garment. Jordan is already working on my blouse but keeps fumbling the buttons. I laugh.
“You’re like an anxious teenage boy.”
“I want to see you naked.”
“What about you. Do I get to see you naked?”
He steps towards the door and turns the lock, then removes his clothing. My blouse is unbuttoned, and I let it flutter to the floor as Jordan prowls towards me like a panther. His body is rock hard and beautifully sculpted. I take his turgid penis in my hand and stroke. He, in turn, reaches down and slips his fingers inside my thong.
“You’re so wet. Just the way I love you.”
He removes his hand and gathers the waistband in his hand. I know what he’s up to.
“Jordan, no, not another pair.”
“You have five seconds to remove them, or they get shredded.”
I quickly hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down my legs. He finishes by bending and roughly sliding them down the rest of the way.
“Spread your legs and grab your ankles. I want that pussy wide for me.”
I bend, and before I can get all the way, I feel Jordan’s cock pushing through my soaked folds. He thrusts hard inside, causing me to hiss at the sudden intrusion that I wasn’t prepared for. He splays his hand against my belly, pulling me against him, and he moves upward so much so that I’m on my toes.
My calves are burning, and my body is becoming sweat-slicked as he moves against me. His mouth is to my ear, and he’s talking dirty. Then he softens his tone.
“I love you so much, Emma. You’re mine.”
I’m silent, just taking in his love.
“Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
“Do I need to say it? You know I am,” I pant.
He pulls out of me and prods me toward the bed. I’m not sure what he wants, but I get on all fours and wait. Jordan teases me with his cock head, rubbing back and forth, then once again, he’s inside, his hands gripping my hips.
“I need you to say it.”
“I’m yours. I love you.”
He says nothing, but his hand snakes around my hip, and his fingers move towards my cleft, rubbing my swollen clit. I moan loudly, and he shushes me.
“Quiet baby. The walls are thin. Save it for home.”
“How can I? You feel so good.”
“This is just one of many. Now be a good girl and come for me.”
I don’t need his command; I release at his words with a soft whimper.
“That’s my girl.”
He grunts, and I feel him explode deep inside me while he steadies my hips so he can finish coming.
Monica has set out a nice spread for us; more than three people can eat. No one else is at the house until tonight when Jordan’s brother Samuel arrives with his girlfriend, Gwen. Monica is interested in my family, and I give this information freely, I want Jordan’s mother to like me.
Jordan excuses himself to take a call, and when he’s out of earshot, Monica leans over and tells me how I’m good for him.
“He works too hard. I’ve been telling him to slow down, but he doesn’t listen. He needs someone to ground him, and I think you’re perfect for that.”
She squeezes my hand just as Jordan is on his way back to the table.
“Mother, are you revealing secrets about me?”
“Maybe, but I shouldn’t have to. Emma should know everything if you want to have a good relationship.”
“I think we’re solid.”
James calls us inside for dinner. I’m glad that Monica went light with a cold poached salmon and a tossed salad with vinaigrette dressing because it’s so hot out that I don’t feel like eating much. I had some chips, homemade salsa, and guacamole along with a margarita on the patio.
After we finish eating, Jordan takes me through a gate to the beach. A gentle breeze is blowing off the Long Island Sound, and he kisses me on my forehead.
“I wish this was more private. I’d bring a blanket out here tonight and make love to you in the moonlight.”
“We can still come out tonight and sit on the beach, can’t we?”
“Sure, if you want that we can do it.”
We walk the long expanse of shoreline, and on our way back, a man with blond hair holding the hand of a petite redhead waves to us as they enter the beach. Jordan drops my hand and runs towards them. I hurry along to keep up with him. When Jordan reaches him, they hug each other tightly, and he plants a kiss on the redhead’s cheek.
“Sam and Gwen, this is Emma Stanford, my girlfriend.”
Sam raises his eyebrows but offers me his hand. Then I shake Gwen’s hand. I like them right off the bat. They are personable and friendly. Gwen has the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen, almost like ice. Sam has a resemblance to Jordan with his chiseled jaw. Their heights are nearly the same, except Jordan is a tad taller.
We sit on the patio with Monica talking until it gets dark, and Sam starts to yawn.
“Tired brother?”
“Yeah. Some of us have bosses to answer to. I worked part of the day.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way. You know that.”
“I do, but it’s something we can discuss at another time.”
He and Gwen rise and hug us goodnight. Monica decides it’s time for bed and tells us not to stay up too late. After they leave and we’re alone on the patio, I ask.
“I thought you were a latch key kid. You had Sam.”
“Sam is ten years older than me even though he doesn’t look at it. He left for college two weeks after my father died. He was going to stay home, but my mother didn’t want his full ride to UCLA to be disrupted. So I only saw him on holidays, and sometimes he couldn’t make it home. After college, he got a job in San Francisco.”
“So, he didn’t live with Nicky?”
“Not really. He did come home when he could get off work. I’ve offered him a job several times, but he’s declined. He has a degree in structural engineering. I could use him in my real estate development division.”
“Nicky warned me to keep company business in the office.”
“What was that all about?”
“I told him I wouldn’t mention to his fiancée that he fucked an intern. ”
“Emma, don’t create drama.”
“I’m not. I had no intention of saying anything. If he wants to cheat on his fiancée, it’s none of my concern.”
“Good, keep it that way.”
I was annoyed that Jordan would think I would cause problems for Nicky at his mother’s home. I didn’t want to get involved. I excused myself to go upstairs.
“Em, what’s the matter.”
“Nothing. I’m tired.”
“I have to lock up. I’ll see you upstairs.”
By the time he came up, I was already under the sheets. I turned my back to him when he walked through the door. He silently undressed, and I heard him in the bathroom before I felt the bed dip with his weight. He reached out for me, and I pulled away.
“Emma, you are upset with me. Why, because I told you not to start drama?”
“I just want to go to sleep.”
“I don’t want you to go to sleep angry. Talk to me.”
“I’m exhausted. Can we just talk tomorrow?”
“No. Now.”
“You can’t just demand that I do something.”
His voice softens, “It’s not a demand. It’s a request. I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re upset with me.”
“Fine. I didn’t need you telling me not to cause drama. I had absolutely no intention of doing it. You can’t just order me around. I’m not one of your employees.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“That’s it?”
Jordan exhales loudly, “What do you want me to say?”
“Forget it. It’s over, go to sleep.”
“I can’t. I know you’re still angry.”
“I’m not, I promise.”
“Then, let me touch you. ”
I move in line with his body and let him wrap his arms around me.
“Happy?”
“Very.”
“Good. Now can we please go to sleep?
He’s silent, and I snuggle against his chest, comforted that he compromised. I’m awakened awhile later by him stationed between my legs, his tongue stroking the panel of my silk panties.
“Jordan, what are you doing?” I mumble.
“I couldn’t sleep. I want to taste you.”
“What time is it?”
“Somewhere around two.”
“Two! I’ve only been asleep for three hours.”
“If you want me to stop, just ask.”
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. The fire had been lit, and his warm breath against the thin fabric of my panties was fanning the flames.
“You didn’t answer me.”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper.
He pushes my t-shirt up and kisses my stomach, then grasps my panties in his hand and gently tugs. I lift my hips so he can take them off. I say nothing, but in the dark, I’m biting my lip in anticipation. Jordan spreads me wide, pulling my slicked lips apart, and he spears me with his tongue, fucking me with it.
“Ooh.”
“Shh, you have to be quiet.”
He uses the tip of his tongue to tickle my sensitive flesh, lashing it up and down my slit. He kisses my inner thighs, nibbling, and licking. I know what he’s doing, he’s teasing me. Jordan won’t give me what I want until he’s good and ready. He continues to pay attention to every part of my sex, but that sensitive bundle of nerves that will make me come. It’s maddening .
Still, what he’s doing is arousing, and I pull my shirt up to rub my nipples. My breathing is ragged, and I can feel my pulse pounding in my head.
“You’re so wet, and you taste so good. I can’t get enough.”
I whimper loudly, and Jordan once again shushes me, “Please. I need to come.”
“Just let me enjoy you for a little longer. I’ll make you come.”
My fingers wind around the fitted sheet, and I tug at it hard. I arch my back, and Jordan grasps my hips to hold me still. I keep begging him to make me come, and he finally latches onto my clit with his lips, rubbing the sensitive nub in between them. It’s enough because I shatter as my orgasm shakes through my entire body. My heart pounds as I finish my release, and everything that tightened has turned to Jello.
Jordan covers my body with his own, and I can feel his cock pressing against my sensitive opening. I didn’t realize he was naked.
“Give me permission,” he whispers.
“Suppose I say no?”
“Don’t toy with me, Emma. I want you.”
I don’t answer him but wrap my legs around his waist, which he takes as a yes. He slowly enters me and glides until he’s buried deep. I hook my feet around each other and squeeze him tight, my hands pulling his face down to mine for a passionate kiss. I can taste myself on him, and it excites me.
“Jordan, are you going to move?”
“I love being inside you.”
He rocks against me, grinding his base on my tender flesh, I softly moan. He kisses me, and I squeeze him causing him to groan.
“Keep doing that, and I’m going to come.”
“Don’t you want to?”
“I want you to come first. ”
“Jordan, you don’t have to always make me come first. I already came.”
“You have no idea how it feels when you come on my cock. I want to feel that each time we make love.”
He shifts his hips, and I loosen my legs around his back, allowing him to deepen his thrusts. He lifts his body off mine and sucks my nipples, gently biting them. Jordan speeds up his rhythm, and I meet him as our hips collide. I’m rapidly becoming undone as another orgasm gets ready to tear through me. My core tightens as I find my release.
“Fuck, yes, baby. That’s it, come on my cock.”
He slams into me, and finally, I feel him unloading, filling me. I roll down from my orgasm as he finishes his. Even with the air conditioner, our skin is misted with sweat, and he gives me a bruising kiss.
“Would you marry me?”
I’m startled by his words, “What?”
“Would you marry me?”
“Jordan, are you nuts? We barely know each other.”
“I know what I want, and it’s you.”
“Why do you always say things like that when your dick is buried inside me?”
“I find the moment appropriate. I have you right where I want you.”
“Can I think about it?”
“You can’t give me an answer now?”
“If you want it now, then its no.”
“Is that final?”
“Can we clean up first and discuss this?”
It’s three in the morning, and Jordan is sitting cross-legged in front of me on the bed. We’re discussing his proposal .
“Why not now?”
“We don’t know each other. Three months from now, you might say this is a mistake.”
“I won’t. I never felt this way about someone. You’re it.”
“Why the hurry? I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re mine. I want you to be my wife.”
“You’re a rich man, and I’m a nobody. Do you know what they’re going to say?”
“You’re not a nobody. And I don’t care what they’re going to say.”
“They’re going to say I’m a gold digger that hooked myself a rich guy so I can set myself up for the future. That I used my pussy and my looks to get you into my bed.”
“Stop it. Stop saying things like that. You did nothing of the sort.”
“You and I know that, but they’re going to say things. It will be splashed all over the tabloids. Then it will come out that you own part of Scarborough, and I work there. The whole thing is going to be a disaster. They’ll compare me to Natalie Salas.”
“Natalie was a fling. It was never serious.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Then we’ll have an engagement announcement. You can plan a wedding, say, a few months from now. That will give everyone time to settle into the idea that we’re a serious couple.”
“I think we should wait.”
“I want a pre-engagement then. Promise me, right here, right now.”
“Is it that important to you that I agree to marry you later, even if it’s a year?”
“It won’t be. I don’t want a year engagement.”
“It’s not an engagement; it’s a pre-engagement.”
“Whatever it is, I want a progression. I want you to me, Mrs. Jordan Grayson, by next year.”
“I like Emma Stanford-Grayson. ”
“No. I want you to have my name only.”
“And I want to be independent. Why the fuck are we talking about this now? It will be months before we even get close to marrying. The whole thing is ridiculous this early in our relationship.”
I yawn because three hours of sleep, sex, and this conversation are wearing me thin.
“Do you want to go back to sleep?”
“I think so. We can discuss this when we are fully awake and caffeinated.”
“Agreed.”
He reaches over me and clicks out the light, then snuggles into bed and pulls me against him. I’m tired but more awake than I let on. Jordan dropped a bombshell on me, and long after he falls asleep, my eyes are wide open. What would it be like to be the wife of a man like Jordan?
I know I would never have to want for anything. He would take care of me financially and emotionally. I keep going over the pros and cons of being married to Jordan until the dawn starts seeping into the landscape. I don’t know what my answer will be.