Chapter 16 #2
I pat Aunt Shirley’s hand. “You’ll need to discuss that with your nephew. He’s the one that offers the invites.”
“I think that responsibility will fall on my daughter now,” Elizabeth smiles at me from beside Jordan.
There’s no way I’m committing either of us to that, so I just smile back and nod at Jordan. “Speaking of, do you ladies mind if I steal this beauty for a moment? We won’t be long, I promise. Just need to whisper sweet nothings into her ear to reach my daily quota.”
That gets a giggle or chuckle from each one of them, including Savanna who practically snorts. My eyes aren’t on them, though. I’m staring straight at Jordan who suddenly looks a tad apprehensive if the swallow of her throat is any indication.
“On one condition,” Aunt Laura stipulates as I start around the table in Jordan’s direction.
Savanna takes a small step to the side to offer me some room, but I stand behind Jordan, pressing against her as an arm snakes around her waist. There’s no way she can’t feel the hard length pressing against the curve of her ass.
“Anything for you, Aunt Laura.”
“When you’re done with your moment, you come back and the two of you play a game with the two of us,” she says, pointing at Aunt Shirley.
Leaning down so my chin is near her ear, I say to Jordan, “What do you say, Jor? You up for games?”
She sucks in a deep breath before she nods. “Yep! Definitely.”
The smile I imagine is plastered on her face makes me smile. “Pick your poison, Aunt Laura.”
The older woman doesn’t miss a beat as she points to one of the beer pong tables. “That one will do.”
“You want to play beer pong?” I ask with an incredulous chuckle.
“Boy, don’t act like your generation came up with drinking games.”
I hold my free hand up. “You’re right. I concede.”
The smile that Aunt Laura shoots both of us has me questioning whether agreeing to this was a good idea. “Perfect. We’ll talk terms when you two are back.”
“Great!” I fake my enthusiasm with a face splitting grin. “We’ll go order the drinks for the game.”
“Good luck,” Savanna mutters as I pull Jordan away from the table.
She comes along easily enough, moving to my side as I guide us to the end of the bar that’s the quietest. The moment we’re mostly out of sight, I spin her towards me, one hand at her hip, the other sliding beneath her hair to the back of her head.
Tilting my head down so my lips are next to her ear, I growl low into it.
“I haven’t decided if you’re a really, really good girl or a very, very naughty one.
” As I pause, I hear a tiny giggle stuck in her throat as my fingertips curl into her hair.
“What I do know is that I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you’re going to feel it tomorrow when you’re walking down the aisle.
And then you’re going to look at me, and all you’re going to think about is what I did to you tonight. ”
Now she gasps. I can imagine her eyes widening and her mouth popping open in surprise. I can’t see it, but the vision spurs me on.
“It’s going to make you so fucking wet that you’re going to be scared to sit down for fear that the evidence will show through your dress,” I whisper in a low rumble.
“Liam!” she exclaims, the sound somewhere between a pant and a sharp breath.
It only drives me further into torturing her. “And I know you’ll turn that pretty shade of pink because you’ll be thinking of me fucking you while you’re in front of all those people. And when I see you blush? That’s going to make me so fucking hard for you.”
Her chest is rising and falling in quick succession. Dragging my fingertips from her hair to the side of her neck, I can feel the heat radiating off her. I don’t even need to look at her to know that she’s the shade of pink I’m referring to.
“We’re in public,” she breathes. It’s intended to try and stop me, but it does nothing to convince me. She’s as turned on as I am.
“We were in public when you sent me those naughty pictures.”
“I was just trying to show you that you didn’t need to worry later.”
It’s an excuse. I complained at dinner that her outfit left me without easy access—one thing I used to get her to loosen up again—and now she’s making it seem like she was doing me a favor. We both know damn well she knew what she was doing.
“How wet are you for me right now?”
“Liam…”
“You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you?”
“Liam—”
“Tell me.”
Her body presses against me and I hear a small whimper that I’m sure would turn into a moan if I gave her any sort of friction.
“If I took you to the bathroom right now and dipped my fingers into your pussy how wet would it be?”
Her fingers curl into my shirt while she pulls her head back, her eyes finding mine. The heat in them is enough to burn me on the spot. “Wet enough that if I rubbed my legs together in the right way I’d probably come right here.”
“Fuck.” It’s both music to my ears and agony. I have half the mind to do what I just told her and find out myself how wet she is, but I already know. If I dragged her to a bathroom right now it wouldn’t be to find out anything—it would strictly be to relieve some pressure for both of us.
“Wish I could help you out with that, Fireball, but this outfit isn’t quite the easy access I’d need.” I smirk wickedly at her, easing back a fraction more. Sliding my hand from her neck, along her shoulder and then arm until I reach her hip, I grip her tightly. “Don’t move.”
Glancing over my shoulder to the rest of the bar, I don’t notice anyone looking in our direction, and between the cover she offers and the quiet corner I found us, I stick a hand into my pocket and the other down the front of my pants.
It’s fucking hell because all my cock wants is attention, and I’m giving it nothing but a solid adjustment so that it’s hidden between my stomach and the belt of my pants, tucked under my shirt.
When Jordan coughs, clearly trying to hide a giggle, I look up at her. “You’re a brat.”
“You don’t hate it.”
My eyes narrow at her. She isn’t wrong. “You gonna survive whatever your aunt has in store for us? She was plotting something.”
“Are you?”
She smirks, gathering her dark hair at the back of her head. Given how hot she looks, I’d bet she’d put it up if she could. Which would be awful for me. That neck of hers beckons to be touched, and being exposed would do nothing for my control that’s hanging on by a thread.
“They love me. How hard can this be?”
Turns out, harder than I anticipated. When we got back to the table, they were ready for us. For starters, I’d forgotten all about the drinks. Aunt Laura wouldn’t stop giving me shit over that one, claiming how crazy for Jordan I must be to forget something that had happened five minutes prior.
Then she brought up her stipulations for the game—a game I’d already agreed to.
For every sunken ball, the losing team not only had to drink the beer but also had to answer a question. Can’t say I had a lot of burning questions for either one of Jordan’s aunts, but despite Jordan’s warning, I figured it would be harmless.
You fucking moron.
These women have only ever batted their lashes at me and asked when I was going to find a woman to settle down with.
They’re older, they’re sweet, they enjoy the attention I give them.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve heard the horror stories.
Hell, I should have taken Nate wanting me to fake date Jordan as a blaring warning sign. But I can be a cocky fucker.
Tonight that bit me in the ass.
The other thing I didn’t anticipate was how fucking good these two would be at this game. Jordan and I have sunk a total of four balls to their nine. Nine fucking balls. Apparently one shouldn’t underestimate the power of an older woman with some balls. Lesson learned.
Part of me thinks Jordan is losing on purpose. Payback for me agreeing to this damn game in the first place. She’s been pretty silent on most of the questions, so it wouldn’t surprise me. I’m pretty sure she’s enjoying it.
The questions started out simple enough.
When did you change your mind on dating?
When Jordan became single. How long have you two been dating?
Not long. What was your favorite date? The Grand Canyon.
Are you going to turn into a schmuck like the last guy?
Don’t plan on it. What’s your family like? My dad is awesome.
That’s when the questions started to get a little trickier, and I had to start dodging things.
Which is weird because the line of questioning they pelted at me is generally something easy for me to answer.
But standing here with Jordan, pretending to date while actually fucking all week, I’ve found it awkward as hell.
Have you two been in a fight yet? We’re still in the honeymoon stage.
Is Jordan okay with your previous behavior?
Apparently my reputation precedes me, but Jordan answered it with a resounding yes.
Do you want to get married? Never thought about it.
Do you want kids? Again, not something I’ve thought about.
Jordan gave them both a warning after that question.
Despite my casual answers, and what I hope is nonchalant demeanor, I think she can tell that I’m growing increasingly uncomfortable.
I know the aunts both want better answers from me, but I don’t have them to give.
The pressure is fucking real when it comes to these women.
Not only that, but a crowd has started to gather.
Hailey and Luke, Quinn, Savanna, and her friend Maddie, a couple of uncles—the husbands of Aunt Laura and Aunt Shirley, the rest of the aunts, and Jordan’s mom.
I’m just glad Nate hasn’t decided to poke his head into the fun, but he and Brody are busy playing golf with Savanna’s brothers.
“Yes!” Aunt Laura throws her hands in the air, claiming the victory for their team as her last ball drops into the last cup on our end.
It was only a matter of time.
“Well, we tried,” I say, slinging an arm around Jordan’s shoulders.
She looks up at me with a sly smile. “Did we?”