Chapter 26
26
R hys shut off the shower and exhaled. The steam was almost blinding. After moving the dead deer to a position farther away from the house, he’d needed a good hot shower. This was a fucking message from Bravon. Rhys had sent a text to Cameron who hadn’t had any new updates on the gangster. It was as if he were a ghost. No one had seen him or was admitting to it.
Rhys reached for his towel and dried his body off, wrapping the towel around his waist. This was one time he was thankful Nova was staying at Sara Beth’s house. He didn’t know how his daughter would have reacted to another event on their property. It was bad enough with the brick through the window and Jordan’s accident. Rhys thought back to that night where he’d seen two figures outside and launch something at the window. He hadn’t known what they were sending through the glass, he just knew he had to protect Jordan.
They were lucky it wasn’t a pipe bomb or something that could have been deadlier where Jordan or Nova would have been injured. This was getting out of hand. Someone was going to be severely injured or killed.
Rhys made his way out of the bathroom. It was dim in the bedroom, only two candles Jordan had burning on each nightstand providing light, along with the muted television on a news channel. Jordan was curled up on the bed watching the television. She had jumped in the shower before him and was still wrapped up in her towel. The bedroom door was open with Honor lying across the threshold. She lifted her head when Rhys approached the door.
“Hallway,” he murmured.
Honor voiced her complaint with a wide-mouthed yawn and groan. She got up and moved out of the way, allowing him to shut the door. The dog gave a few feeble scratches on the door before there was a thump on the floor where he was sure she’d settled.
“Why are you so cruel? She can stay in here with us,” Jordan murmured.
He turned and walked back to the bed. Jordan’s entire demeanor was off, and he didn’t like it. This shit with Bravon was eating at her. Her warm brown eyes watched him as he took a seat at the edge of the bed near her.
“She’s needed out there to guard the house.” Rhys was a heavy sleeper, but if Honor barked, he’d hear her. He reached for Jordan’s foot and took it in his hand. He rubbed along the arch.
Jordan’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment. A small smile played on her lips while she leaned back against the pillows.
“That feels good.” She sighed. Her toes were painted a bright pink which was a direct representation of her personality. She was always so full of life, laughter, and fun.
Rhys glanced up at her and found her watching him through hooded eyes.
“Good,” he murmured.
He applied slight pressure with the massage. A moan slipped from her lips. He slid his hands up to her toned calf muscle. He couldn’t help but think of all the events that had led up to this night. He didn’t have a good feeling about any of it. He took in Jordan’s beautiful brown skin, her dark hair pulled up into a bun on top of her head, her toned but curvy frame that was hidden by the big fluffy towel.
“I love you.”
The words tumbled from his lips. There was never a better moment than now to remind her of his feelings. She had been through so much as of late and needed to hear how he felt about her. It didn’t matter how stubborn she was, how much she felt she had to be superwoman, she needed to hear that through it all, he loved her.
Her features softened as she met his stare.
“I love you, too, Rhys,” she whispered.
Jordan blinked and pushed up off the pillows and sat up, displacing her foot from his hold. She crawled over to him and knelt by his side. Her hands reached up and unfolded the towel. She pulled it away from her naked body and dropped it onto the floor. The air from Rhys’s lungs was snatched from him. He inhaled sharply and took in her flawless frame. He was unable to look away from the perfection before him. Those large, swaying brown orbs with darker areolas. Her tapered waist that flared out into her wide hips. Rhys licked his lips and reached for her.
She straddled his lap. He rested his hands on her waist while her fingers dove into his hair. She lowered her lips to his. The kiss they shared was one that was deep and filled with emotions. Rhys sensed the love pouring from Jordan into him. There was no doubt that this woman loved him and would do anything she could to prove it.
Her soft lips coasted over his. Her tongue pushed forth and dueled with his. Rhys reached up with one hand and cupped her cheek. She tilted her head to rest her face in his palm, and he took command of the kiss. He boldly sent his tongue inside her mouth. A moan escaped her. He loved the sensation of her fingers combing through his thick strands. He broke the kiss with a shiver rippling down his spine. He trailed his tongue and lips across her jawline and down toward her neck. His hand that had rested on her waist slid down to the plump meat of her ass and brought her flush to him.
A growled escaped him. There needed to be nothing between them. He reached down and removed the offending towel and tossed it out of the way. The move allowed Jordan to be closer to him. Her warm bottom rested on his hardened cock.
She brought her arms around his neck, positioning her breasts against his chest. Rhys reveled in the feeling of her body pressed to his. He rolled them down onto the bed where he was half on top of her. His knee slipped between her thighs. The warmth of the area radiated onto his thigh.
Rhys trailed hot kisses on her sternum and captured one of her nipples with his lips. He bathed it with his tongue, suckling it deep inside his mouth. His hand slipped over and molded itself to her other breast. He massaged it and continued to shower the other with attention.
“Rhys,” Jordan moaned.
He loved the way his name spilled from her lips. Those small fingers of hers were working their way through his hair. He released the first nipple and trailed his tongue across her sternum until he could capture the other one. Her skin was supple and soft. He teased her little beaded nipple with his tongue. He held the mound firm in his grasp as he nipped and suckled it.
Her gasps and moans fueled his desire for her. He lifted his head and captured her lips with his. This kiss was deeper and more intense then the first one. He was losing himself in this woman and he didn’t care. She could have every part of his body, heart and soul. He rose and positioned himself in the valley of her thighs. He propped his upper body up with his forearms.
Jordan nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. He gazed down into her passion-laced brown orbs. His heart raced with the thought this woman was his. How could he have ever been so lucky to have her give him a second glance?
He would show her every chance he got how much he appreciated everything about her. Even her stubbornness.
He restarted his journey, leaving hot kisses on her body. He stopped at her stomach and swirled his tongue around her navel. She giggled slightly. His woman was a little ticklish in certain places, and for some strange reason her stomach was one of them. He continued on. Now was not the time to play games.
He needed her taste on his tongue. He arrived at the area above her pussy and kissed it. The scent of her reached him. A growl rumbled from him. He spread her legs open so he could settle on the bed where he was eye level with her core. His hard member pressed against the mattress, but he ignored it. He slid a finger through her slick folds, and it came away with the evidence of her desire.
“Fuck,” Rhys muttered. Her cream coated the tip of his finger. He brought it to his mouth and licked it clean. The sweet but tanginess of Jordan exploded on his tongue.
He needed more.
Rhys dropped his head down and trailed his tongue over her swollen clit and down to her center. His hands rested on her inner thighs while he feasted. A grunt escaped him as he took his time lapping at all of the sweet creaminess that escaped her. His tongue skated back up to her clit where he captured it with his lips.
“Rhys,” Jordan gasped.
Her fingers entwined themselves in his hair, holding him tight. He ignored the slight sting of pain from her hold. He was on a mission and one that he would complete. He played and toyed with Jordan. Her breaths were growing rapid. He spread her labia wide so he could focus on her bundle of nerves. The aroma of her grew thicker.
Her cries filled the air. It was just the two of them in the house. He wanted—no, needed—to hear what she was experiencing. Every gasp, sigh, and cry had his cock growing unbearably hard.
Rhys wanted to watch Jordan fall apart. He pushed one finger inside her hot core. It was immediately coated in her juices. He withdrew it then thrust it back in. Her hips arched to meet his hand.
“More,” Jordan moaned.
He added another one, stretching out her tight channel. Her pussy gripped his fingers; he pumped them in and out of her. He had yet to let up on her clit. His tongue flicked the swollen flesh.
Jordan’s body writhed on the bed. Her hips arched and moved with the pace his hand set. Her breasts swayed with each motion. Her eyes were shut tight as she basked in pleasure he bestowed upon her.
Pride filled Rhys that it was he who had Jordan moaning and gasping his name. But this was still not enough for him. He reached up with his free hand and toyed with her breast. He captured the mound in his hand and massaged it. He focused on her nipple, tugging it, pinching it, and rubbing it with his palm.
“Ahh…” Jordan gyrated her pelvis against his hand and mouth.
Her grip on his hair was relentless, and she took her pleasure. Rhys didn’t care if she plucked every strand from his head just so she reached her climax.
He wanted to consume every ounce of juice and cream that poured from her. He grunted and continued to feast upon Jordan’s center. His hand was completely coated from her. It was on his chin and face, and he couldn’t care less. He took pride in what he did. Tremors snuck through Jordan’s body.
She was close.
Fuck, so was he, and he had yet to enter her.
He could feel it and hear it in the way her breaths were coming. She chanted his name, her muscles growing taut. It was music to his ears. He fucked her harder with his fingers then twisted them around inside her.
Jordan’s thighs clenched down on him, a scream erupting from her. Her fingers released his hair. She gripped the bedding underneath them and rode out the wave of her orgasm. It was such a sight to behold. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She tried to move away from him, but he clamped his hand down on her thigh to hold her in place.
“Where are you going?” he growled, lifting his head.
She shook hers, her chest rising and falling swiftly.
“Rhys. I need you,” she breathed.
“You got me.”
“No. Inside me. Now.”
Lust and desire burned bright in her eyes. Rhys shook his head, not done with her yet. He ignored her and pushed her legs back open and dove back between them. He drove his tongue from her clit to her anus, needing to clean up the mess that had been created. Another tremor snuck through her. Her breathless moan greeted him.
“Rhys. Please. Fuck me with your dick.”
Her fingers tugged on his hair; she tried to pull him away from her delicious pussy. How could she not want him to continue?
Jordan’s heart slammed against her chest. She could barely catch her breath from the damn orgasm Rhys had just wrung from her. The man even had the nerve to continue licking her pussy after she’d come. The aftershocks of the climax still coursed through her body.
“Rhys. Now. Put that damn dick inside me,” she pleaded.
Hell, the man had her begging to be fucked by his dick. His tongue had already sent her up to see the stars. Now she needed to feel him fill her with that thick cock of his, then she would be in Heaven.
“Too damn bossy,” Rhys grumbled then lifted his head.
Even in the low light, she saw that glint in his eyes. He knew what he did to her. Hell, he should. The man was a master in cunnilingus, and there was never a time she didn’t reach her peak on his tongue. He crawled over her, resting his hands on the bed on either side of her head.
“You love my bossiness,” she quipped.
Only a grunt was his answer. She held her breath at the feeling of him positioning the mushroom tip of his cock at her entrance. Jordan widened her legs. She slid her hands along his muscular shoulders and up to the base of his neck. Her fingers dove into his thick hair. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder.
He pressed forward, sinking inside her. Jordan groaned, her walls stretched by his wide girth. Once he was seated fully inside her, he paused. Jordan leaned into him, dropping kisses along his neck and shoulder.
He muttered something.
“What?” Jordan whispered. She squeezed her muscles around him. She caught sight of his hand gripping the bedding. She smiled, realization settling in.
“Don’t fucking move,” he breathed. His eyes were closed tight.
She giggled. She did her kegal move again, and his eyes flew open, gaze landing on her.
“You think that’s funny?”
“It’s fucking hilarious.” She wrapped her arms around him and rained kisses on his face. She did love teasing him. He was affected by her just as she was by him. Their bodies were in tune with each other. After her orgasm, her clit was highly sensitive at the moment.
“You are going to be the death of me.” He grunted. He withdrew his cock from her sheath and only left the tip in before he sank back in.
Jordan’s smile disappeared. A moan was ripped from her. She gripped his hair tight as he thrust.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
Jordan could no longer speak. Having him moving inside her was everything she knew it would be. She had been begging for him to do that, and now he was, she could no longer conjure words. Rhys reached over and gripped her leg and brought it higher, resting it on his forearm. This opened her wider for him and allowed him to sink in even farther.
She whispered his name. It was the only word that her brain could formulate. Jordan loved this man more than life itself and refused to take her eyes off him. She wanted to watch his expression. His eyes locked on hers, and she felt everything she had in her heart for him blossom to even more. She never thought she could love someone on this level.
Rhys dropped her leg and swooped down and captured her mouth with his. Jordan wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight. They moved in unison, his pace increased. She tore her lips from his and threw her head back.
“Jordan,” her name fell from his lips.
He pounded his hard length into her. Jordan rose to meet his hips with every thrust. The pressure inside her mounted from another orgasm rushing toward her. He clenched the bedding into his fists. His groans touched something deep in her heart. There was nothing sexier than a man experiencing his pleasure and allowing it to be heard.
A tear escaped her eye. It left a warm trail on her skin. She bit her lip and could not hold back her cries any longer. Her body shook from the sensation rippling through her. She dug her nails into his shoulders and held on. She reached up and gripped him to her.
She buried her face into the crook of his neck and clung on for the ride. Her cries spilled from her. The bedroom echoed with the sounds of their lovemaking. She crested at that point, no longer able to control herself. His cock brushed her clit with every move, and it sent her on a journey back into the stars.
Rhys paused, his head thrown back, the veins in his neck bulging. He roared his release and filled her with his essence. Those hips of his moved again. Once. Twice. Then he held still. His cock pulsed.
Rhys fell forward, gasping for air. He landed on his forearms and rested his brow on hers. She lay back, unable to catch her breath. Their bodies were covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Rhys was still lodged within her, and Jordan didn’t want him to move. She loved the feeling of them connected. She caressed Rhys’s slick skin until her hand came to rest on his cheek. His eyes opened and focused on her.
“I love you,” she murmured. There was never a more perfect time to say those words again.
“I love you, too,” he replied. Rhys slowly lowered his head and took her lips in a soft kiss.
She could have wept with how gentle he was with her after what they had just shared. This man owned her heart and her body.