Jordie does as she asks, and Bristol spritzes Violet Haze on one arm, Blue Haze on the other, and Red Haze on the right side of Jordie’s neck. The women take turns sniffing Jordie’s wrists, and then Bris leans forward and takes a whiff of her neck.
“Hmm, I don’t think the blue one is for you. I’d say the violet or red, but I think we need a man’s perspective.” Bristol waves me over. “Help us out, Phoenix. Smell Jordie and tell us what you think.”
Smell. Jordie.
Yeah, I’d like to smell Jordie while I pin her long, muscular legs to my bed and bury my face in her pussy. Then I could have her scent in my scruff for the rest of the day.
Saint Mary on a scooter.This is the opposite of getting out of hereand straightening out my head. But I have no excuse not to loan them my very discerning nose.
“Okay,” I say as nonchalantly as I can muster. I take Jordie’s right arm and lift it to my nose, shaking my head instantly. “You’re right. The blue one is too powdery for you.”
“Try the violet,” Bristol suggests.
Jordie’s eyes lock on mine as I hold her other arm in my hands and lower my head. Our gazes hold as I inhale. It’s nice. Feminine. A little spicy.
“This one’s good,” croak out, feeling goosebumps rise on Jordie’s tanned arm at my attention. “I think you should go with Violet Haze.”
“You didn’t even smell the red one,” Bris complains, and I suppress a groan. She’s asking me to literally stick my face in this woman’s neck.
“Right. Red Haze,” I reply evenly, thoughevenis the last thing I feel. I’m off-kilter, and I have no idea why. Resting my hands on the rounded arms of the salon chair, I lean in and brush my nose against Jordie’s flesh. Her intake of breath is about halfway to a gasp.
But I pay that no mind. I’m lost now with the warm pulse of her blood beneath the surface of her soft skin. I can feel that pulse as if it’s my own, the beat syncing with mine.
Slowly, I drag my nose up the side of Jordie’s neck and then back down to her shoulder. Up, down, inhale, exhale. I repeat the cycle, taking in the sweetness of the perfume blending flawlessly with that crisp apple scent I haven’t been able to forget.
A rumble vibrates my chest as I hum, drawing a shiver from Jordie’s body. My lips ache to kiss that pulse point. My tongue throbs with the need to dart out and take the smallest taste. And it’s not the only thing throbbing.
“Well,” comes Bristol’s dry, amused drawl, “I think that settles it.” And just like that, the spell is broken and I reform myself back into an adult and not a goddamn horny teenager.
Straightening, I suddenly realize not all parts of my anatomy got the memo. Especially when Jordie’s wide aqua gaze darts down to the obvious bulge in the front of my pants. When her eyes flash back up to mine, a million questions in their depths, I put on my best Phoenix attitude. Cheeky. Unaffected. Perhaps a bit flirty.
“Winner, winner, chicken dinner,” I say airily, shocked that my mouth actually works since all the blood in my body has migrated just south of my belt. “One bottle of Violet Haze and one bottle of Red Haze coming up. Can I get you ladies a coffee while I’m gone?”
“Ooh, I want that white chocolate mocha one,” Bristol says from behind me.
I nod, purposely not turning around so she doesn’t see the evidence in my pants. “Jordie?”
“I, um, I want the…” She wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, seemingly flustered.
Yeah, join the club, baby doll.
“Hazelnut pistachio iced mocha?” I offer, remembering Charlotte mentioned Jordie liked that drink last time.
Her brows pop up in apparent surprise.
“Yes please,” she manages, a flush flooding her cheeks with the most beautiful peachy pink.
Keeping my body angled so Bristol doesn’t see the very erect state of my penis, I head to the door. “Be right back, ladies.”
As soon as I’m in the main hallway, I round the corner and reach down to adjust myself in my pants.
“Dude!”
I yelp, my heart racing until I realize it’s Helix. “Oh. Hey. I was just…”
My twin glances down and snorts out a laugh. “Duuuude,” he draws out when he realizes my pants are way too tight in the front.
“Stop looking at my dick,” I complain.
