Chapter Twenty-Seven
Spider pinched Jordon’s nipple, her pussy clamped down on his cock, and he lost what little control he had left. Fire raced up his spine as he emptied himself into the condom. He lost track of the world for a moment as pleasure fuzzed his mind.
He took a couple of breaths and was coming back to himself when Jordon went limp, collapsing against his chest. He caught her and held her against him.
“Wildcat? Are you okay?”
She didn’t respond, didn’t move. He rolled to his side, taking her with him. She moved as if boneless. His heart thundered in his ears.
“Jordon!” He checked her pulse and found her heart beating fast and strong.
Her chest rose and fell with every breath.
She seemed to be unconscious. But what had happened?
He held her close, deciding if nothing changed after a couple of minutes, he would call for help.
Freud might have a better idea of what was wrong. But only if she didn’t come to soon.
He kept his gaze on her face, using one hand to cup her cheek as he searched for any sign she was waking up. Time seemed to crawl ... like an hour had passed, but the clock on the nightstand told him it had been less than a minute.
When Jordon took a deep breath and her lashes fluttered open, tears filled his eyes. Spider quickly blinked them back as he smiled down at her, trying to reassure himself she was fine.
“There you are. You had me worried.”
“Why? What happened?” Her voice was husky, sated.
“You collapsed.”
Jordon blinked. Then seemed to realize they weren’t where she had been before. “What? The last thing I remember is coming, hard. It was the best feeling I’ve ever had. The next thing I know, I’m here, like this.”
“Are you okay? Does anything hurt? I can call Freud.”
“I’m fine.” She shifted enough to stretch up and kiss him. “I guess I’ll just have to get used to how hard you make me come.” She pulled away, moving to get up.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to clean up a little. You need help taking care of that?” She nodded at him.
Spider looked down at his softened dick and the condom loosely covering it.
“A damp cloth would be great. I’ll take care of the rest.” He watched the bounce of her rounded ass as she walked into the bathroom, then slid the spent condom off, tied a knot in the end and dropped it in the trash can next to his bed.
She brought him a washcloth, so he cleaned up and tossed it across the room at the laundry basket.
She turned off the light and climbed in bed.
Rolling to face Jordon, he wrapped an arm around her and tugged her back against him.
“You’re something special. You know that?” He kept his voice soft.
“I don’t know about that, but I think we have something special.” She lifted his hand from where he cupped one tit, kissed it and put it back, molding her hand on top of his as he held on to her.
He closed his eyes, and in seconds, drifted off to sleep.
****
“Hmm. What’s wrong?” Spider asked as Jordon pulled out of his arms.
“Nothing. I just need to pee.”
He opened his eyes to find there was enough light to see her as she walked naked into the bathroom.
Once she was inside and out of sight, he glanced at the clock.
Nearly 8:00 AM. His stomach rumbled and he decided it was as good a time as any to get up.
Hell, he’d probably catch a little shit from his brothers about sleeping so late.
He moved into his chair, dressed, though he didn’t bother with shoes, not yet, then made his way into the kitchen while Jordon was still in the restroom.
He checked the cabinets and while they were nearly empty, there was coffee, so he used the pot on the counter to make some.
While he waited, he checked the drawers in the kitchen until he found one with a narrow pad of paper and a few pens.
He took them to the table to wait for the coffee and started a list of things the house needed.
First thing he added to the list was some way to call for help.
He wasn’t sure what that would look like, whether it needed to be some kind of device or maybe something voice activated.
He would leave that to Hawkeye and Pike to work out.
That was all he could think of, but he would leave the list here and he and Jordon could both add to it.
“Morning,” Jordon said as she shuffled into the room, her hair a mess.
She’d found her pajamas and put them back on, much to Spider’s disappointment.
“Oh, good. Coffee. You’re a saint.” She opened cabinets until she found one with a couple of mugs inside, then pulled one down and filled it.
Then she looked back and forth from the pot to her cup for a moment before turning to him. “You don’t have any yet?”
“It just finished.”
Without a word she pulled down another cup and filled it, then carried them both to the table.
“What’s this?” she asked after setting one cup in front of him.
“A list of things the house needs.”
“Why do you need a way to call for help? What made you think of that?”
“When you passed out last night, I wanted to call Freud to check on you, but I couldn’t get to my phone. I’d left it in the front room.”
“I was fine.”
“I know. But what if you hadn’t been? What if I fell and couldn’t get up on my own? I need some way to call for help.”
She nodded, then picked up the pen and added something.
“What’s that?”
“Texture of some kind on the ramps. They’re okay now but if there’s any kind of ice you’ll fall.” She sipped from her mug, blowing across the surface then sipping again. “What’s the plan for today?”
“Don’t really have one. There’s no food here, so when you’re ready, we can head up to the clubhouse. If there’s not food ready, someone will make whatever we want.”
“There’s a cook? I thought a couple of the old ladies did the cooking.”
“They do most of it, but if it’s between their meals we can get one of the prospects to make some thing for us.”
Jordon frowned. “You use the prospects like indentured servants.”
“Yeah, we kind of do,” he said with a halfhearted shrug. “But they signed on for it and they’re welcome to leave any time. And it’s only for a year or so, then they’re either patched in or cut loose.”
Jordon frowned. He didn’t expect her to get it. It wasn’t something she’d been around before, but he had no doubt she’d catch on quickly. And if last night had been any indicator, she would fit in here just fine.
“I’m going to grab my stuff from your bathroom and take it into the other one to get dressed. That will let you take care of whatever you need to.” She leaned over and gave him a kiss, just a quick peck but it was something.
“No rush, wildcat. I do need to piss but I’m in no hurry for you to hide all this.” He smoothed one hand along her thigh and down to her knee.
“You’ll get to see it again, but I’ll feel better with a little more on, especially a bra, before I face all your friends for breakfast.”
“Brothers. They’re my brothers, wildcat, not my friends.”
She frowned at him for a second, then shook her head as if to clear it. “Then your brothers. I still want to be more covered before we go up there.”
“All right. I’ll go take care of my things while you get ready.” He watched as she carried her coffee out of the room. He could get used to having her around, really easily.