Page 97 of His Turn

“On your knees, Nadia,” Jordan says, pulling her off my lap. She obeys, and then he spins her around. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. Her hand on my cock, pumping me Encouraging me.

And then Jordan’s hand covers her.

And they get me off.

I come so hard it splatters across her face, almost missing her mouth completely. But Jordan swipes his fingers across her cheek and she licks them clean.

We laugh, Jordan collapsing against her and me. Nadia quiet for once. Satisfied, it seems.

“Let’s take a shower and try out that new bed,” Nadia says, accepting Jordan’s hand so he can pull her up from the floor.

No one complains, or cares, who’s giving the orders right now.

Later, after we’re all in bed and the shower fucking is over, Nadia sighs. Then Jordan. Then… yes, me as well.

“We got something good here,” Jordan says, half yawning the words out.

“Maybe we do,” I say back, tired and ready for sleep.

Nadia’s hand is on my stomach. Stroking me with a soft touch. One fingernail dragging its way up to my chest. Jordan’s leg is hiked up over one of hers. We’re tangled together and I like it.

He’s no Quin. She’s no Rochelle. And that big, empty hole in my heart is still missing Adley.

But it could work.

It just might work.