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“Yeah,” I say. “I was just coming down to get a glass of water.”
“Funerals are exhausting,” my mother says. “Were you able to nap?”
“For a little while.” I look away. I want to memorize the way Mr. King’s body looks with his clothes stretched over his muscles. Most guys I know don’t work on their bodies, but you can see his six-pack and pecs through his shirt. The forearms are tanned, with golden hairs, and the definition of his muscles makes me want him to take off his shirt and see more. “I decided to go to Paris,” I say.
“Paris is beautiful,” Mr. King says.
“Sure, it’s beautiful,” my dad blusters, “but you don’t want to go there now, do you?” His eyebrows knit together. “Not after everything? You don’t know what could happen.”
“Anything could,” my mother says sagely, nodding her head. “Now’s not the time to do such a thing. Isn’t that right?” The last statement she directs to Mr. King.
“Paris is an incredible city,” he answers her. “I might be heading there myself for business. If she were to get in any trouble, I’d be happy to help her out.”
“That would be great,” I squeak.
My mother looks to me, then to Mr. King. “I’m sure that won’t be necessary, as it’s a moot point. Where would you get the money, anyway?”
“I’m getting something from my best friend in her will,” I say. I’m feeling increasingly self-conscious in my shorts and shirt. “I don’t know how much it’s going to be, but I’d like to go as a tribute to her.”
“I don’t know about that,” my dad says.
“It’s a lovely idea,” Mr. King says at the same time. “I should be going, in any case.” He hands me a business card, and I clutch it in my palm, its crisp edges against my skin. “In case you decide to go to France, you know where to reach me.”
“Thank you,” I say. This time my words aren’t squeaky, just soft and breathless.
“Anyhow, great to see you,” my dad says to him. “Nice remembering old times and looking forward to new ones.”
“Most definitely,” he answers, his smile widening again. “And you too, Margaret,” he says to my mother. Then he looks at me. “Jordan.” The way he says my name thrills me to my core again, sending tingles through my body.
Did he just wink at me?
Chapter 2
Raleigh
As I drive away from the house of my college buddy, the rumbling of my Lamborghini fills the air around me. The sweet purr of the machine is almost enough to drown out the thought of Jordan, but not quite. Seeing her today took me completely and utterly by surprise. I had no idea she would turn into such a... woman. When Dustin first put her in my arms when she was a helpless little thing, my feelings were entirely appropriate. I held her, said she was smiling when they said she had gas, and gave her back with effusive praise for her sweetness.
When Jordan was eleven or twelve, she was merely a cute but annoying little kid that wanted my attention, and would do anything to get it: show me all of her dolls, or her drawings, or whatever she could haphazardly throw together, as long as it might keep my eyes on her. It was just a long weekend, but I remember how insistent she was to make certain she took my hand and led me to her bedroom every chance she got. One pleading look to her parents and I was saved.
“Jordan, don’t bother Mr. King. He has other things he needs to be doing.”
But now, I would give almost anything to have her take me by the hand and lead me to her bedroom. I still feel guilty that I saw her lying on her bed today, fast asleep, her lips relaxed and soft, her limbs strewn over the pink comforter. She looked like the perfect blend of innocent and sexy, with her breasts nearly falling out of the lacy scrap that barely covered them at the best of times, and the word Friday written on the crotch of her panties.
Friday. I wish.
Seeing her like that made my insides clutch and my cock swell immediately. She was undefended, and somehow still ready. It was only when she started to make a sound that was an awful lot like whimpering that I was struck by the fact that I was watching her, and I crept away. She was crying in her sleep.
It was too hard to listen to her and not go in, take her soft body in my arms, and kiss her tears away. And stroke her skin… her innocent-looking skin. Distract her from whatever pain she had by pushing her hair out of her face, kissing those lips, and stroking down her body. Stretching my fingers over Friday and brushing the letter “i” almost accidentally before keeping my hand going.
I ended up pulling away from her doorway, berating myself for my arousal the whole time until I reached the bathroom. My cock was huge, erect, heavy, and stiff with desire for her, and I felt like I was going to come as soon as I took my pants down—ostensibly to use the facilities.
My cock in my hand, I stroked myself to a ridiculous climax trying to simultaneously gratify and rid myself of this inappropriate lust that had me in its grip.
“Jordan,” I whispered, in her parents’ upstairs bathroom. Now I wis
h I’d never gone up there, but Margaret insisted since Dustin was in the downstairs one. I wish I’d never thought of him, I wish he wasn’t the best man for the work I needed done.
Goddammit.
