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“Jealous?” she teases.
I grit my teeth, unwilling to give in to the anger flowing through me since I know it is based in jealousy. I didn't like seeing her talking to Benson one bit. Instead of taking the bait, I turn and walk away, leaving her behind. I’m not looking to throw Forward Path into a scandal that will destroy it, so, I head back to my private cabin on the far side of the compound. Some time and space to give myself a chance to cool down is exactly what I need. I need to clear my head and start thinking clearly again.
My thoughts are so clouded that only when I step up onto my cabin’s porch do, I realized there’s somebody behind me. I turn around and stop short when I see Jordan standing there. She’s giving me that coquettish little smile again, but I can still see that underlying fear on her face. I can see that indecision and hesitation. She knows she shouldn't have followed me. But now that she has, I can see she's questioning what comes next.
It’s a feeling I can relate to. Now that she’s here, standing at the stairs to my cabin, I want to invite her in but I too, question what comes next. I know what I want—her, obviously. But I also know that I shouldn’t.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I finally manage to say.
“What is it with you?” she fires back. “You go down on me but now you don’t want to be seen with me? Oh, and I’m also not allowed to talk to other guys?”
“It’s not that simple, Jordan.”
“It really is.”
“You should go,” I repeat.
I turn and walk into my cabin and feel my stomach clench tight when I hear Jordan’s tentative footsteps coming up the steps behind me. I stand with my hand on the door and watch her step up onto the porch, finding myself at a crossroads. I can—should—close the door in her face, be done with this, and preserve Forward Path and my father’s legacy. Or I can gamble everything. I can roll the dice and put everything my father built and stood for at risk.
My skin feels like it’s on fire, but I feel like I have ice water flowing through my veins. The knots in my stomach are pulling tight and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. I lick my lips and find my throat is dry.
“You should go,” I croak.
“You said that already.”
I grit my teeth and look down at the wooden floorboards beneath my feet. Knowing I might be making the worst decision of my life—which is saying something given some of the decisions I made when I was younger—I reach out and grab hold of Jordan’s hand. The compulsion is just too strong. The desire, the need, and the hunger for her are just too powerful for me to resist. Jordan doesn’t resist as I pull her inside, slam the door, then pin her against it with my body.
She raises her gaze to me, her eyes wide and filled with uncertainty—but also with excitement. I see the same hunger gripping my body reflected in them. This is it. This is my last chance to pull back. My last chance to save myself a whole world of trouble. But when she opens her mouth to speak, I lean down and kiss her. Our tongues twirl together slowly at first and a bit tentatively. But when I feel her melt against me and press her body to me even harder, the fires inside of me burst to life and I kiss her harder and with more passion and intensity.
I swallow her moans as I run my hands all over her body. She raises her arms and allows me to pull her t-shirt off, which I casually toss to the side. I turn her around so her chest is against the door and plant a line of kisses down her neck and nip gently at the skin on her shoulders. Jordan groans as I grind my stiff cock against her ass and deftly unhook her bra, which falls unceremoniously to the floor. She kicks it away, sending it sailing in the general direction of her t-shirt. We’ll find it later.
I turn her around so she’s facing me again and slide my hand down the front of her shorts. She gasps when my fingers find her button as our mouths crash together again. As I work my fingers along her wet, swollen folds, our tongues dancing around one another. Jordan presses her head back against the door when I finally slide two fingers deep into her hot, slick opening.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
I grab her wrists with my other hand and pin them to the door above her head. She struggles to break free but can’t and has no choice but to stand there against the door as I drive my fingers in and out of her hot, wet opening. Jordan writhes against the door, grinding herself down onto my hand and taking my fingers even deeper into her.
I plunge them into her as deep as I can, and Jordan’s entire body locks up. A high-pitched, shuddering moan floats from her mouth and she starts to tremble. Her moans turn to sharp cries and her trembling becomes a violent shaking as she comes with my fingers still in her. The sound of her passion fans the flames that burn within me and my cock is straining so hard against my jeans that it’s uncomfortable, bordering on painful. It’s begging for release.
Jordan stares at me with wide eyes, her face etched with desire. I pull my hand out of her shorts and slip my fingers into her mouth, savoring the taste of her sweet nectar. The sight of me licking her juices off my fingers draws a soft moan from her and she reaches down, grasping my cock through my jeans. I grit my teeth and grunt, relishing the feeling of Jordan’s small and delicate hand stroking my dick through my jeans.
“I need you inside of me,” she says in a breathy whisper.
Her words unlock the last door of my self-restraint and I lean down, kissing her hard once more. My skin is hot and my vision wavering as she keeps stroking me through my jeans. But my desire rises up inside of me like a wave and my cock is so stiff, it passed uncomfortable and is now painfully begging for release. The need to be inside of Jordan is more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before and even though that voice continues whispering in the back of my mind, telling me I’m making a big mistake and putting everything at risk, I ignore it.
With a low growl, I turn Jordan around and walk her over to the sofa, roughly bending her over the arm. I yank her shorts down, pushing them down to her knees and when she turns, looking at me over her shoulder, I step forward and nestle the head of my cock between her slick folds. She bites her bottom lip, fear mixed with desire in her eyes.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
“Yes. Please,” she gasps. “I need you inside of me.”
That’s all I need to hear. I roll my hips and push my cock, hard and thick, past her swollen lips and plunge deep inside of her. Jordan’s eyes grow wide, and an expression of pain crosses her face. She grimaces and squeezes her eyes shut, so I give her a moment to adjust to the feeling of having my cock buried so deep inside of her. She’s so tight, I feel a pinch of pain myself. It’s then I know that she’s a virgin and I feel a slight hit of regret. But the slick warmth of her warm center feels too good, and I can’t stop the shudder or moan that passes my lips.
“God, it hurts. But it feels so good,” she whispers.
I grab her hips and start to roll my hips again, sliding along her slick inner walls. She’s so tight though, I move slowly at first, my entire body feeling like it’s filled with electricity that’s crackling through my every nerve ending.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Oh, my God, yes.”
