Chapter 16
“Talk to me,” Mason said when he and Jordan were alone. “Tell me how you really feel.”
“Numb. I feel nothing. I know I should, but I don’t.”
“You’re allowed to feel any way you want.”
Her phone chimed with a text from Nikki. Kendall says it’s too late. The obituary that includes us has already been submitted to the funeral home and the local papers.
“Damn it,” Jordan said, reading Nik’s message to him. “People will think I’m a jerk if I don’t go.”
“Who cares what people think?”
“I wish I could say I don’t, but my career depends upon people liking me and being interested in my life.”
“What if you and Nik were to release a statement that says something like, ‘Although we were estranged from our father for many years, we send our condolences on his untimely passing to his family and friends.’ Something like that.”
“That might work. Let me call Gigi.”
“Didn’t I just leave you, bitch?” Gigi asked when she answered the phone.
“Kendall told Nik it’s too late to be left out of the obit, and Mason suggested we release a statement.” She passed along Mason’s wording. “What do you think? Will that cover us in not attending the funeral?”
“I think it might work. Did you ask Nik?”
“I’ll text her. Hang on.” She sent a message to Nik outlining the plan and asking if she was okay with it.
Do it, Nik replied.
“Green light from her,” Jordan told Gigi.
“I’ll write something up and send it over when I get home.”
“Thanks, Gigi.”
“Anything for you guys. You know that. And even though he was an asshole, I’m sorry you lost your dad.”
“Thanks. Love you.”
“Love you, too. Always.”
Jordan ended the call and turned to Mason. “Thanks for the great idea.”
“You would’ve thought of it eventually. You guys are the experts in managing this stuff.”
“I appreciate that you thought of it.”
“I’m being selfish. I can’t go to LA while the power is out, and there’s no way I’d let you go without me.”
“I’m not going to LA. Ever since things happened with Zane, I’ve realized—with a lot of help from my therapist and my grandmother—that I need to protect myself from things that can hurt me.
That funeral would hurt me because…” Her voice broke, and she gave herself a minute to gather her composure.
“Because in the back of my mind, I always had hope that someday he might see the error of his ways and try to build a bridge with us. And now…”
“Now there’s no chance of that.”
“Yeah.”
He kissed the top of her head and kept his arm around her, even though it was nine hundred degrees in the small house that had become home to her since she’d moved in with him earlier in the summer. She’d never lived in such a small space or been as happy as she’d been there with him.
“I’m very sorry you lost that possibility, sweetheart.”
“Me, too.”
“If you want to stay home today, we can.”
“No, that’s okay. You took the afternoon off to go to the party.”
“I took the afternoon off to spend it with you. We’ve both been so busy for weeks that I’m greedy for time with you.”
“You spend time with me every day.”
“It’s never, ever, ever enough.”
Jordan moved to straddle his lap so she could look him in the eyes when she kissed him. “I never imagined anyone would love me the way you do.”
“I love you to infinity and beyond.”
“Okay, Buzz Lightyear.”
Mason smiled and curled a strand of her long dark hair around his index finger. “Maybe we should stay home and spend this stolen afternoon alone.”
“Maybe we could do both—spend some time alone and hit the party later.”
“I do like the way you think.”
“I do like the way you smell,” she said, kissing his neck.
He tightened his hold on her and tipped his head to kiss her.
Jordan had never been kissed the way Mason did it, as if he was dying for her every time he came near her. He made her feel so loved and wanted and accepted just as she was, which had been such an amazing gift.
His big hands cupped her ass and pulled her in tight against his erection. “I want you so bad, all the time, even when it’s hotter than the surface of the sun in here.”
Jordan laughed and kissed away a bead of sweat that rolled down his face. “Let’s go take a sweaty nap.”
“Good plan. Can we do it just like this?”
He loved when she was on top of him. “Any way you want it.”
“That’s a pretty broad statement. You’d better watch out. My imagination is super fertile where you’re concerned.”
“I’m not afraid of you.”
As they moved to the bedroom, he wrapped an arm around her from behind and pushed his hard cock into the cleft of her ass, letting her know what “anything” might entail.
“Okay, I’m scared of that.”
Mason laughed. “You never have anything to be afraid of where I’m concerned.”
Standing by the bed, he helped her out of her tank top and shorts and then tipped her chin up so he could see her face. “You know that, right?”
“Yes, Mason, I know that.”
“Even if we did that, I’d make it so good for you. That’d be my only concern. You are my only concern.”
She reached up to put her arms around his neck, and he helped her by lifting her and curling her legs around his waist. He was so much bigger than her, but he was never intimidating, only ever touching her with love and reverence that made her feel treasured every second they were together—and even when they weren’t.
With her wrapped around him, he sat on the bed and kissed her as he cupped her breasts and teased her nipples. In the past, it’d taken a lot for her to become aroused. With Mason, all he had to do was look at her, and she was ready for whatever he wanted. And he always wanted her.
She moved against him, desperate for more as his kisses became more urgent. “Now, Mase. Hurry.”
He groaned as he reached between them to get his shorts off while she bit down hard on his earlobe. “Fucking hell, Jordan.”
She laughed at the way he said that—one part exasperation, three parts urgent desire.
“Don’t laugh at me when it’s your fault I’m like this.”
“I love you like this.”
With his free hand, he squeezed her bare ass. “I love you like this and every other way.”
He was so freakishly strong, but he never used his strength against her, not like her ex-husband had. But she wasn’t thinking of him or anything other than Mason as he lifted her and brought her down on his cock.
He was big all over, and as always, she had to take him in increments that had her eyes rolling back in her head and her mouth falling open as she tried to breathe through the slight pinch of pain that came before the pleasure.
“Easy, baby. Nice and easy. That’s my girl. You’re so hot and wet and tight. You make me crazy.”
She loved how he talked to her when they were making love.
The things he said to her then were raw and real and came straight from his heart.
In her wildest dreams, she never could’ve come up with someone like him or imagined the kind of love he showed her every day.
She kept thinking that surely there had to be a downside, but if there was, she hadn’t found it yet and was beginning to believe there wasn’t one.
He was every bit as wonderful as he seemed.
It took a good ten minutes of patience before she was able to take all of him, and as usual, he filled her to capacity.
“If there’s anything better than this…”
His gruffly spoken words, whispered against her neck, sent shivers down her spine.
She tilted her hips and began to move, riding wave after wave of desire that seemed to touch every part of her. It was so hot that her sweat melded with his, but neither of them cared about anything other than the heat they created together.
He took her by surprise when he put his arms around her, stood and turned to put her down on the bed, all without breaking their intimate connection.
“Smooth move, Chief.”
“I save all my smoothest moves for you, love.”
She’d been with him long enough by now to know what was coming, so when he began to power into her, she was more than ready.
Her head fell back and her heart nearly stopped from the overwhelming pleasure she found with him every time.
Before him, she’d thought it was normal to have okay sex once in a while.
Now she got great sex every time, and that was one of many revelations that came from life with Mason.
She’d learned that when she was with the right guy, everything was great.
Jordan wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Love you so much.”
“Love you, too, sweetheart. I still can’t believe we get to do this any time we want.”
“Apparently, we want all the time.”
He laughed as he pushed into her and held still, knowing how that drove her crazy.
Jordan squirmed under him, trying to get him to move, but he remained stubbornly still. “Why do you have to torment me?”
“Because it’s fun.”
“For who?”
Smiling, he kissed her. “Me, of course.”
Jordan laughed. “Mean.”
He shook his head. “You love it.”
“If you say so.”
He reached between them, pressed on her clit and made her explode, taking him with her into breathless pleasure. “I say so.”
Gasping and laughing, Jordan gazed up at him, smiling the way she did all the time now. Gone were the days when she’d had to tiptoe around the mercurial moods of an unpredictable, selfish man. She could no longer believe she ever thought that was what she wanted. “Thanks.”
“Any time, babe.”
“Not just for the spectacular orgasm, but for everything. For this sweet, sweet life. I never knew it could be like this until I had you. My whole life was one giant turmoil until you showed me a better way.”
“Aw, baby, I should be thanking you. You make me feel so lucky every day.”
“Even when Gigi and I are forcing you to tell us whether JT is hotter than Ryan Gosling?”
“Even then. You two crack me up.” He kissed her again and withdrew from her, but snuggled her in close to him the way he always did after sex.
She loved that almost as much as the sex itself.
“You still want to go to Sarah and Charlie’s?”
“Of course I do. You took the afternoon off to go with me.”
“We don’t have to go if you aren’t feeling up to it. Everyone would understand.”
“I want to see their new home and celebrate their happily ever after.”
“I hope you know that whatever you’re feeling about your dad dying, you can tell me. Even if you think it’s awful, it’s okay to say it.”
“I don’t know what I feel. I know what I should feel, and I just… I just don’t. I’m sad that someone’s life ended before it should have, but I feel strangely removed from the fact that it’s my dad.”
Jordan’s phone rang in the living room.
“I’ll grab it for you.”
“Thanks.”
He got up and went to retrieve the phone, returning with it held out to her. “Your grandmother.”
She took the call from Evelyn Hopper, the woman who’d provided the only stability she and Nik had ever known growing up. She was and would forever be their favorite person. “Hi, Gran.”
“Sweetheart, I just heard about your dad, and I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.”
“Are you guys okay?”
“We’re fine. Weird situation, as you know all too well.”
“I do,” she said with a sigh. “Still… Will you go for the funeral?”
“No. Gigi is preparing a statement for us saying that while we’re sorry for his premature passing, we hadn’t been in touch with him in years, et cetera. We’re hoping it won’t become a thing.”
“I hope not either. Do you want me to come up?”
“You don’t have to, Gran. Riley and Mason are taking good care of us. We’re okay, but of course we always want to see you.”
“I’ll be there for Thanksgiving and the wedding.”
“Thanks for calling. It’s sweet of you to be worried.”
“Love you guys. Tell Nik I tried to call her, too.”
“She’s at a party that I’m heading to as well.”
“That’ll be good for you, to spend time with friends.”
“That’s the plan. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Talk to you then.”
Jordan ended the call and turned to Mason, who was propped up on his elbow keeping watch over her. “Nice of her to check on us,” Jordan said.
“She’s a sweetheart.”
“She is.” Jordan took a deep breath and released it slowly. “I hope it’s not going to be a big deal that Nik and I aren’t going to the funeral.”
“I hope not either.”