Lying through his teeth. Wonderful. As it happened, I hated liars and being lied to. What was I? An idiot?
“Uh-huh,” I said, glancing at his crotch. “Not interested. Got it, princess.”
“It’s not you,” Jordan mumbled, covering his erection with his hands.
I looked around the empty room pointedly. “Do you see someone else here you like?”
“It’s not fucking you!”
“Right,” I said, laughing bitterly. “But don’t worry. You’ll probably develop another amnesia by this time tomorrow.”
He paled and stepped toward me.
“What do you mean?” he said in a low voice. “What… what does that mean?”
God, I was so tired from this stupid conversation.
“D-did…” Jordan stammered when I refused to answer. “Did something happen?”
I scoffed.
“When? The other night?” He grabbed my arm, making me look at him. “Fucking tell me!”
I slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me, you lying little shit. You know exactly what happened.”
“No, I don’t,” Jordan growled. “Just tell me, you fucking bully!”
Oh, I had it with him. I was done. I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
“Enough!”
“Just tell me what happened!” he said, struggling to free himself.
“Wanna know what happened?” I hissed, losing it. “This fucking happened!”
So… erm… I kissed him. I could live forever without being able to explain it, but he got me so angry that I had no clue whatI was doing until I did it. With my hand on his throat, I kissed his fucking mouth, hating the day I met him. Hating my stupid job. Hating this fucking assignment. When my brain registered what my mouth did, I braced myself for a punch, but it never came. I expected him to hit me, push me away, or otherwise punish me for my moment of lunacy, but nothing happened. Actually, something happened—Jordan’s lips parted. When his tongue found mine, it paralyzed me. I tried to stop myself from taking it further, but he tasted fucking amazing. Indescribable, really, so I sucked his tongue into my mouth, sucking that taste off him. He moaned, probably in pain because I was rough, but I had to know. In the back of my mind, my inner voice was screaming at me.You’re in the shower, naked, and sucking on Jordan Slade’s tongue. He’s naked, and he has an erection. Any moment now, the guard will come and shove a baton up your ass for doing what you’re doing.But that taste on my tongue... I couldn’t stop, not until I figured out what it was. Not lemon, not tangerine, not buttermilk. Not prosecco, not peaches, not—
“How about you put away your swords, inmates?” A voice filled with amusement reached me. “You haven’t earned the privilege yet. If you wanna fuck, one of you has to blow me first.”
I broke the kiss reluctantly, meeting a stunned amber gaze before looking down at my body. It was a sight I never expected to see in my life—my erection pressed against someone else’s erection. Dick to dick. Balls to balls. Jordan wasn’t the only one who got hard in this ludicrous moment, and it was a fact my brain struggled to process.How? Why? What the fuck is happening?
By the time my gaze returned to Jordan’s face, I was so goddamn angry that I slammed my fist into a wall next to his head. He flinched, but his eyes held mine, telling me what I already knew—you started this, motherfucker.
“Happy now?” I said through my teeth. “Is this what you wanted?”
He raised his chin in defiance but remained silent.
“Now kindly fuck off and stay away from me,” I growled, reaching for my towel. “Forever.”
Jordan
I never truly understood the meaning of the word until what happened, happened. Silence—the deathly, creepy kind—descended upon us, between us and inside us. We were silent when we left the shower, and we remained silent during dinner when I had to force food down my throat. No one approached us, not even Miguel, probably sensing that shit had hit the fan. After dinner, we returned to our cell without a word spoken. Adam climbed onto the upper bank, I sat down on the lower, and then that silence descended upon us once again.
And in my head—mayhem. I kept wondering if I imagined the whole thing, despite my lips still being swollen. Despite the beard burn that made parts of my face tingle. Fucking beard burn! Either my fantasies had developed into full-blown hallucinations, or what happened really happened. Either way, it was time for me to admit a few things. Yes, I wanted it to happen. I also wanted it to happen again, which was the fucking worst. And yes, I wanted us to fuck. Who would fuck whom, I had no clue. Maybe we would take fucking turns, and now I was hard again. Fuck!
After I came to terms with reality, I felt numb, pathetic, but above all else, shocked. So, Adam kissed me, but why? Why, for the love of all that is holy, would he do that? Yeah, I pushed his buttons because it was the second time he threw that drunken debacle in my face. Yeah, he was short-tempered and hot-headed, and I provoked him, but… into a kiss? Ever since we came here, he has been acting funny, but this was inexplicable.Downright mad. It was also the best kiss of my life, and I refused to pretend that it wasn’t so. He was rough, and I liked it rough. He kissed like a pagan, and I loved it.
He got hard, too, but I tried not to read too much into it. Kissing was an intimate, sensual act, and getting turned on by it was only natural. I wanted to tell him that, but my gut told me I should keep my mouth shut if I valued my teeth. The funny thing was, if I could take it all back, I wouldn’t do it. Fuck, no. Never. He was probably going to hate me for the rest of his life, but I was glad it happened. I also couldn’t stay silent any longer, so I said the first wrong thing that crossed my mind.
