Kinky. I like it. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I start with slow up and down movements. “Mmmmm, fuck… feels so good.”
His eyes drift down to my cock and the quick inhale of breath he takes has my dick jerking to wave hello.
“Did you see that, Dimples? My dick is begging for you to touch it.” I groan, fluttering my eyes closed for a moment to enjoy the sound of his labored breathing. My cock is leaking more and more as I pay attention to my swollen head, twisting my palm over it and shuddering with the sensation. “Come on, Eric, I bet if I lifted my legs up, my hole would be twitching. Please help me,” I beg. The desperation in my voice is real.
Eric groans and cups the bulge in his pants. I can see his resolve breaking. I’ve almost got him.
“Oh, fuck, Eric! I’m getting close. Please, baby, please just touch me…” My breathing picks up and I'm panting with every exhale.
“You are fucking sin personified, Lashes.” He's growling again, his back lifting off the wall in increments, like the strings that were holding him there are now snapping one by one.
“Mmmhmm. What are you going to do about it?” I pick up the pace and start jerking with purpose. Fuck teasing him. “Eric, I need you… I’m so close!”
The final strap breaks and he flies at me, dropping to his knees, his hot mouth encompassing my cock and making my body jackknife off the couch.
“Oh, fuck. I miss that mouth.” A long and filthy moan leaves my throat when his hand travels between my legs and cups my sack. This is exactly what I need. “Yes, Dimples, suck my dick. Your mouth feels so good.”
He takes me deeper and swallows around my tip. That’s game over for me. I come, shouting his name for all the neighbors to hear. I don’t give a fuck; somebody might need to call for an ambulance anyway.
Reality slams back in when the pain in my shoulder returns. I try to hide my wince as I shift myself back up. Still kneeling between my legs as he pulls up my sweatpants, Eric’s eyes drift from my crotch to my face. His forehead creases as he watches my every move. Suddenly, he’s shooting to his feet.
“Dammit, Jordan! I knew we shouldn’t be pushing it like that! Look, now you're hurt.” He leans down to help me sit up. “Stay there, I’ll get you some pain killers”
I’m so shocked he’s yelling that it takes me a second to respond. “Woah… hold on, what are you freaking out about? I’m fine.” Reaching out, I grab his arm to stop him rushing off.
“No, Jordan, I almost lost you! I can’t… I can’t put you at risk in any way.”
The pain and the horror on his face stops me in my tracks. I stare at him, eyes widening. He looks absolutely devastated.
“I keep getting flashes of you laying on the ground with blood all over you. It fucking haunts me, Jordan.” Dropping onto the couch beside me, he covers his face with his hands.
“I’m still here, babe.” I pull gently at his wrist, turning him in my direction again. “I’m here, Eric. And I’m not going anywhere. I can’t leave now that you made me fucking fall in love with you.”
He inhales sharply, studying my face like he is waiting for the punchline. Which is fair; I am an asshole like that. Not this time, though.
Reaching up, I touch the side of his face and palm his cheek. “Don’t leave me hanging. Say something.”
“I’m so in love with you, Jordan. I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” He kisses me lightly. His face is wet with tears I hadn’t even realised he’d shed. When we finally part, he rests his forehead on mine and smiles bigger than I’ve ever seen him smile before. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. Okay?”
I nod, laughing with him as we press our lips together. “I will take those pain killers now, though,” I whisper against his mouth, drawing another laugh from him. And isn’t that just a beautiful sound?
Oh, God. I’ve turned into a fucking soppy bastard. Kinda hate myself right now. Luckily, I love Eric more than I hate myself, so I think I’ll live.
CHAPTER 28
Eric
Leaving Jordan this morning was harder than it should have been. I’ve been working from home for the last few weeks, waking up to his sleepy face and catching attitude when I try to speak to him before he’s had his coffee. Unfortunately, I really needed to collect some files for the case I'm working on. Therefore, I can’t avoid going into the office any longer. Not to mention, I want to call and check on Jordan’s case. The officers kindly agreed to come to Jordan's apartment once he was no longer on the heavy pain meds.
Jordan gave his statement with his father and I playing guard dogs. They were able to confirm that Jace Kemsley can be seen on the CCTV footage from the bar walking directly toward Jordan, lifting his weapon and firing. The detectives were able to follow his retreat using various surveillance cameras in the surrounding areas. It was an airtight case as far as I could see, but they were unwilling to tell me what charge the DA was going for. I am planning to call the DAs office today to find out. If it is anything other than attempted murder, I’m prepared to blow shit up over there.
With Jordan now needing trauma therapy in order to feel safe walking down a busy street, it’s imperative that Jace Kemsley is locked up for a long time. My Lashes needs to be able to heal without worrying that his attacker is still out there.
As soon as I walk into the reception area, Maddie is on me.
“How is Jordy? When is he coming back? Did they lock up that bastard?” The questions fly out of her mouth in one breath.
“Good morning to you too, Maddie.”
