ASTRID
A cold breeze rustles through the trees as I make my way to the parking lot. My head is spinning, and my insides are knotting so badly. What was I expecting? That Jordan was going to take me into his arms and kiss me silly even after finding out that I’m his best friend’s daughter?
I’m painfully aware of the fact that I wanted to feel him again. His shaft penetrates my moist centre, and his lips brush my ear as he whispers incoherently.
I avoid the front steps, choosing the dimly dark path instead.
This is quite a sensitive moment for me, and I can’t bear to be in the company of anyone. Not even my parents. I’ve not gotten around to telling them about Tristan, and now this? They’re going to hate me. Dad. Oh God, it’s going to break him apart.
Out of breath and eyes itching from unshed tears, I lean against a tree and close my eyes briefly. How did I get here?
I hear the leaves being crushed, and then a figure appears in front of me. Despite the darkness, I can see the determination glinting in Jordan’s eyes. I wonder if he’s fixed in driving me away or holding himself back front, claiming my body in ways that can’t be put into words.
“Go away, Mr. Remington. I’ll be out of here soon, and I hope I never see you again.”
“I don’t want you to be out of my hair, Astrid. Your Dad is planning to invite you to dinner and I’ll be there too. Saying no will rouse his suspicion.”
“Then you need to come up with the perfect story for him.” I level him with a scornful look. “You’re good at it anyway. So it won’t be a problem.”
“Stop being unreasonable, Astrid. Can’t you see that having any relationship aside from the one known to your parents and everyone else is going to end in despondency? I’m your godfather!”
I wait for him to say more. When he doesn’t, I pull away from the tree and continue to the car park. I’m done listening to him treat me like my feelings are
trash. I want him. How can he not see that?
“Astrid.”
“I was devastated. I kept seeing you in everyone. I dreamt about you. I craved your touch. For God’s sake, Jordan, you were buried in my thoughts.” It seems impossible to believe that the man I spent a night with, one who treated me with utmost care and attention, is the same man willingly throwing it all away. My eyes meet his. “Did you miss me at all? Did you think about me? Did… did you try looking for me?”
He lets out an impatient noise. He’s so close–close enough to touch yet so far away. I’ve never had to beg for a man’s attention. Never been so broken because of a man
Why does it have to be him? The one person I’m supposed to keep at arm’s length. I should feel pathetic and disgusted by the raw emotions tangling like a web in my heart. It’s not love. I doubt what I feel is in any way related to affection.
It’s lust. A truckload of it. So why can’t he just stick around until we ride this blatant desire off our systems? He can’t possibly tell me that whatever I’m feeling is one–sided. I stare right into his eyes. He’s broken, that I can tell. But what I can’t figure out is exactly where his emotion is directed at.
Is it me or my father?
“Peter and I had this unspoken pact to always put each other first and avoid anything that may harm the other. We’ve been doing just fine, perfect throughout the years we’ve been together. I can’t ruin that now. I won’t be able to live with myself.”
“I understand,” I say, then motion to the party. You should go back to your party. I’m going home.”
He jumps in front of me, blocking my path. His hair is disheveled from having him run his fingers through it several times. He takes my breath away just by staring at his features, I sigh and avert my gaze before I do something silly like – kiss him.
“Stay.” He says softly, raising his hand, and just when I thought he was going to touch me, he lowered it to his side and sighed. “It feels good to have you
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Chapse 18
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chose my next words carefully to keep the tears threatening to spit at bay “Just go I’ve heard everything you’ve said.”
eyes smolder “Can at least drive you home? I doubt I’ll be able to concentrate on anything with the thought of you driving home alone sitting in
“Stop pretending you give a fuck about me I just said I’m leaving, shouldn’t you be excited?*
“No, it doesn’t because I want you to stay. I badly need you here even though I don’t get to dance with you or talk to you. I just want to have you around
the Sweetness”
gup, thrown off by the sincerity in his deep voice, He looks so vulnerable. His lips move, but not quite into a happy smile. It’s a hard–breaking sight that
shatters all the strings that held my stout heartedness. He looks at me expectantly, his eyes dripping with raw emotions that strike me as warmth
warning with hesitation and a pinch of regret
“can’t say I don’t hunk f’ll be able to stay sane knowing you don’t want me anymore… knowing you’re here but so far away.” I turn away. Ten more feet priess, I’ll be approaching the valet “Goodbye, Jordan, It was nice to meet you”
Betore) can take in the next breath, Jordan puts a gentle hand on my face and traces my lip with his thumb. “I hate to do this, but have to. Please don’t despise me” Jordan says then towers his treat and claims my lips in a hard breathing kiss
can’t fight him, not when he’s doing the one thing I’ve been acting for since i set my eyes ou hum tonight, I kiss him back with fervor, matchung mary stroke of his delicious agamat mme
“You should have stayed in taly I say gruffly
He passes but keejs his lips slightly above mine “Liat You wouldn’t have met me otherwise. And you must know, I’m glad I came back.” He stips his hards around my waist and tugs me closer to touch to desperate and fant.
ordan’s fogers fush the hans from my shoulder, expong my skin to the chilly breeze and of course his lips Fignore the whispers about this being a fake and scans walety on the moment i savor the feeling of bagamat mehr backs me against a tree and sides his lips to my neck again, nibbling and eating the ach fest under my jaw. I moan, arsting my back as desire powde
My tongue caresses the side of his face. The tant prest against the edge gay pa, he turns and merges sur lips in a fierce kiss
This is goodbye. It’s a luscious agony and head like a foul for falling into this trap again.
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Chapter 14
“I have to go.” I abruptly disentangle from his arms and move away from him and the tree. “We’re about to cross the line again and I’m not sure I want to do this, then listen to you talk about your loyalty to my father. Goodnight, Mr. Remington.”
His face pales and I see his hand clenching tightly. Unable to hold back from the need to touch him one last time, I prance up and peck his cheeks tenderly.
It’s disheartening that we’ve reached the end even before we started.
“Don’t hide from me, Astrid.” He says in a throaty whisper.
I toss him a small smile. “Don’t hold your breath.”
My lips are still tingling from the kiss as I lay in bed later at night. I tried so hard to keep the evening episode at the back of my mind.
I’ve texted Lily but she’s out with some guy she met on Facebook last week and won’t be home until Monday.
She had asked if she should come over and stay with me but I’d hate to ruin her good time. She sounded happy.
Cautiously, I pull the sheets off my bare breasts. The night air feels cold against my skin but something strikes me as odd. The wetness at my center. I refused to take a shower because I didn’t want to wash off the last mark Jordan left on my skin. I slid my right hand down my flat belly, inch by inch until I got to my waistline.
Without a struggle, an image of Jordan kneeling between my thighs, his gaze locked at my moist center.
“Hey, Sweetness.” He rasps before lowering his head to graze my slit with his long tongue. I arch my back and spread my knees. I have no idea how my hand got to my fold as I can feel my finger teasing my clit in a slow rhythm.
A tingling sensation shoots up my body as I use the other hand to cup my breast, fondling it into a pebble. I rub it with my thumb, biting my bottom lip as the pleasure ratchets up.
In my mind’s eyes, Jordan is rubbing my pussy lips now, inside and out, up and down. I beckon forward with a finger, stretching the hole as I lubricate it with the slimy juice seeping from my tight hole. Gently, I get the finger all the way then use another to fund the bud of my clit and flick it over and again.
“Oh fuck!” I arch my hips. My muscles are tightening as I work my fingers faster, jerky movements that match the fire I pictured in Jordan’s eyes earlier.
I imagine what he’d feel like riding me right now. With a groan, I pinch my nipples, rocking my hips. My breathing is coming at a rapid pace and I my release crawling to the front.
My insides tighten an extra notch as I nudge the fingers deeper. The swollen head of Jordan’s shaft is bumping against me now. He’s going–fuck!
“Fuck!”
can feel
I’m driven to the edge. My legs are wide apart and then with a sudden movement, I clamp them together and raise my body off the bed, thrashing wildly as my fingers thrust in faster and faster. Muscles locked in ecstasy, I close my eyes but instead of Jordan, I see Tristan baring his teeth as he clings tightly
to me.
“Holy shit!” I quickly drag my hand away from my fold and mutter a lewd word, displeased at the direction my thought veered off to. I rise from the bed with shaky legs and walk into the bathroom. I’m not sure how long I stand in the middle of the big shower room, staring into space. When I finally move under the shower and turn it on, I shiver slightly as the chill water slows down my body.
A rush of adrenaline courses through my veins as the last few minutes replay in my head. I blink against the images of Jordan and Tristan forming in my mind, weaving through my senses.
“Get a grip,” I whisper to myself, and then tilt my head backwards so the water hits my face and hopefully helps shrivel this madness I’m entangled in.
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