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“Momma…”

“Don’t you call me that!” she hissed, turning on Jordan again. “You’ve brought nothin’ but trouble and shame to our door. You’ve ruined it all. You always did! Every time somethin’ happened to Michael it was because of you! He was good and decent and he had a future. You hated him for that so you took it from him! Get out! Get out!”

Jordan’s face was torn with indecision. I could see that he desperately wanted to run, but his curfew forbid it.

“You know he cain’t go, Gloria,” said Jordan’s father, his voice shaking. “He’s our responsibility.”

“Then I’ll go,” she screamed.

She ran up the stairs and slammed into the bedroom.

Jordan looked broken. His father gripped his shoulder for a second then he plodded up the stairs to follow his wife.

I stood there, uncertain what to do. Jordan’s gaze was fixed on the floor.

“Do you want me to go?” I said, quietly.

That seemed to penetrate his despair, and he looked up at me, his beautiful brown eyes coming back into focus.

“I wouldn’t blame you,” he said, at last.

I touched his arm. “No, Jordan. I’m asking what you need. If you want me to go, I’ll go; if you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”

His eyes were huge and dark as he stared back at me. “Stay, please?”

I nodded and took his hand in mine.

At that moment, his mom surged down the stairs, dragging a suitcase. It thundered down behind her, each thud a tolling bell.

When she reached the bottom, she glared at Jordan.

“You ruined my life,” she said, coldly. “I hate you.”

He stared back at her, his face oddly expressionless. “I know, Momma. I forgive you.”

She gasped, almost as if he’d slapped her. Then her lips drew back in a feral snarl and she spat at him.

I watched, appalled, as the spittle ran down his bare chest.

“Murderer!” she hissed.

The front door slammed behind her and a moment later, we heard her car drive away.

I pulled out a tissue to clean him up. He didn’t move

“Come on,” I said, quietly. “Let’s go to bed.”

He nodded without speaking, and threaded his fingers through mine again.

When we entered his room, I dropped my purse on the floor and wrapped him in a tight hug.

“I think you’re right about her,” I said, stroking his face with the tips of my fingers. “I don’t think she’s well. She needs help. Where do you think she’s gone?”

“She’s got an old school friend who lives in Fort Worth, she might have gone there. I don’t really know. Maybe she told dad.”

He sat on the bed, looking exhausted.

“I have to get out of here, Torrey. I’m destroyin’ my parents’ marriage as well as … I’ll tell Carson; maybe she can get me into one of those half-way homes…”

I sat next to him and leaned my head against his shoulder.

“I think they’re managing to fuck everything up by themselves, Jordan. But I agree about one thing, it’s not good for you living here in this … atmosphere. It must be so stressful. When your mom comes back … well, I think you should look into finding somewhere else to live.”

He nodded.

“I get so wound up sometimes that I…”

He couldn’t look at me, and my eyes dropped to his hands. His long fingers were rubbing the inside of his wrist. My eyes widened as I took in the thin lines of scars for the first time.

I grabbed at his hands, but he snatched them away.

“Jordan! What did you do?”

“Old scars. Nothin’ to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about? Jordan, these are … this … did you try to kill yourself?”

He looked away.

“Yeah.”

“In prison?”

“Yeah … the second time.”

“Oh my God! What … when was the first time?”

He took a deep breath.

“I thought about it all the time, pretty much. The first time … when I was at the hospital that night and I realized, really realized that Mikey was … gone … I thought about it then.”

I squeezed his fingers again. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “I’m here.”

He looked like he was in pain as he continued to speak.

“It must have been obvious to the hospital staff and police that I was drunk, and I admitted right away that I’d been in the driver’s seat. But they had to wait for the blood test to come back. I had a blood-alcohol content of 0.24, three times the legal limit in Texas—and I was under 21. They arrested me on the spot and as soon as the hospital released me, I was taken away.

“Although the case started in the juvenile system because I was a minor, the prosecutors asked to charge me as an adult. I don’t even remember if they did, maybe the request was denied—the whole trial—it’s hazy. I didn’t really care what happened to me by that point. As soon as it sunk in that … that I’d killed Mikey, I wanted to die too. I was on suicide watch for the first couple of weeks. I nearly managed it once.” He took a deep breath. “And again in prison, but that was later on.”

I was struggling to speak, but eventually I managed to ask, “How? How did you … try…”

He shrugged.

“You get creative. The first time I tied some sheets together and tried to hang myself. I was found…”

“And … and the second time.”

“I planned it better. I waited ‘til I had the cell to myself for a few hours. I’d been grindin’ down the end of my toothbrush. The plastic is hard, so you can make it pretty sharp. Some guys used them as weapons. I just wanted to hurt myself. I opened a couple of veins.”

“But … someone found you.”

“After a couple of hours. Guess I had a lot of blood, or somethin’. So I didn’t even manage to do that right. They made me see a shrink after that. I don’t think it made much difference. He didn’t really care one way or another. Nor did I.”

I choked out a small sob, but the memories were pouring out of him too fast to stop.

“You have to wise up right quick, learn to feel people out when you’re inside. The first guys who come up to you are the dangerous ones, the predators, but also the losers and the snitches. I learned it was safer to keep to myself. This big guy tried to punk me the first week I was there…”

“What do you mean?” I asked, afraid of his answer.

“He wanted to have sex with me. I was shocked and just beat the crap out of him. Turned out that was the best thing I could have done because the others like him left me alone after that.

“There’s a lot of weird shit you have to get used to. The restrooms don’t have doors on them—too many chances for people gettin’ beaten up or worse. You get your own clothes taken away from you—well, I didn’t have much and what I had on was covered in blood, so … I was strip-searched and fingerprinted when I got there. And small stuff, like you only get three minutes to have your shower, and lights out is at 9:30 PM; I arrived in the summer so it was still light outside which was weird. Not that I could sleep. There were some kids who screamed all night, some of them were really young. One kid was like 13 or somethin’. There was a lot of fear, mostly because you didn’t know what was gonna happen next. But because I didn’t care, it made me … I don’t know … like I was untouchable or somethin’. Some of the older boys tried to mess with me, but I was pretty tall for my age, so I got in a lot of fights. That didn’t help when it came to sentencin’, I guess.”

“Did your parents come and see you much when you were inside?”

“Once when I was still in juvie; once again when I was sentenced—the first time I was sentenced.”

“What happened?”

He pulled a face.

“Momma cried. Dad told me … Dad told me I was a murderer and I should change my surname because he didn’t want to have me for a son.”

“Wow, that’s … harsh.”

I felt him shrug.

“He hates me. They both hate me. But I don’t blame them—I hate myself. If I’d just done one little thing different that night, Mikey might still be alive.”

“He was the older brother, he could have decided at any time not to get in the car with you.”

“He was protectin’ me, like he always did. He said he wasn’t going to let me drunk-drive my ass home. It was pretty much the last thing he said to me.”

“He loved you.”

Jordan didn’t reply. I looked up so I could see his face. His eyes glittered, and I saw him rub moisture away with his fingertips.

“The last time I saw them was after the funeral. I’d wanted to go to the service but they wouldn’t let me. I still don’t know if that was like a rule or whether my parents didn’t want me there. It was the day I was sentenced: Momma couldn’t even look at me, and I didn’t have nothin’ to say to them neither. Dad just kept sayin’ I should pray for Mikey. I was sent to a long-term detention facility in north Texas, and from there to prison. I didn’t see them again. Not ‘til eight weeks ago.” I blew out a long breath. “I guess you know the rest.”

“Have you … have you thought about doing it, um, hurting yourself, since … since you got out of prison?”

He nodded again.

“I thought about it, but I didn’t … I couldn’t…”

“Jordan, promise me, promise me that if you ever feel … that you won’t … that you’ll come and talk to me first. Promise me!

I thought he was going to refuse, but eventually he nodded slowly.

“I promise.”

I rubbed my eyes tiredly.

“Okay then. Let’s talk in the morning. We can think about finding you somewhere else to live. We won’t solve anything when it’s so late.”

“I don’t know why you’re still here,” he said, his voice aching. “But I’m so fuckin’ glad you are.”

I’d been shocked to the core to think that Jordan had tried to kill himself. Twice, maybe more. It broke my heart to think of a 16-year-old version of Jordan getting caught up in all of that ugliness. But I’d been even more stunned when I realized that he’d thought about it since he’d gotten out of prison.

It was too much to think about when it was so late and I was beyond tired. My brain was spinning in so many different directions, I felt dizzy. I badly needed to sleep.

“I’m glad I’m here, too,” I sighed. “And I’m really sorry to have to mention this, but I’m dying to pee!”

He gave a small smile, and I saw a glimmer of light behind his eyes.

“Two doors down on the left, sweetheart. I’ll be waitin’.”

I grabbed my purse, glad I always carried a spare toothbrush with me, and headed to the bathroom. Soap and water would be fine for cleaning off my makeup, but I had to brush my teeth, whatever else I skimped on.

A few minutes later, I slipped back into his room and shut the door.

He was sitting up in bed, his jeans neatly folded and laid out on the chair, his face thoughtful. It was all too tidy in his room, too institutional, so I kicked off my boots into different corners, flung my socks over my head and dropped my pants where I stood.

He watched me, and I was happy to see amusement twitching at the corners of his mouth.

“You could do that strippin’ professionally, sweetheart.”

“Screw you,” I sniffed.

“Works for me,” he smiled.

I unhooked my bra and slid it through the sleeves of my t-shirt.

“I’m not gettin’ the full show?” he queried.

“Nope. You’re sitting in the cheap seats—this is the discount version.”

I climbed over him, planting a kiss on his surprised lips as I passed, then scooted down under the sheet. He pulled me into his chest and I lay my head against his heart, listening to the slow, steady beat.

His muscles flexed as he bent to kiss my hair.

“Sleep now, sweetheart,” he said.

 

 

 

It was still dark when I woke. I stretched sleepily but jumped when I felt a warm hand on my stomach.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Just remindin’ you I’m here. I thought I was gonna get punched in the head for a moment there.”

“Oh, God! I forgot where I was!”

I was still groggy, my throat husky from sleep.

“Good surprise?” he said, and I could hear the anxiety in his voice.

“Definitely.”

“I’m happy about that,” he breathed out, running his hand upward so it brushed the underside of my breasts.

I arched my back and hummed with pleasure.

“Do I finally get my booty call?” I asked.

“You can have anythin’ you want, sweetheart.”

He lifted my body from the bed with one hand and drew my t-shirt off with the other. Then he laid me down carefully, reverently, and hovered over me, his hot mouth wrapping around my nipple, sucking firmly, his other hand molding my breast and teasing the bud until both were standing upright.

“There’s a lot to be said,” he murmured, “for takin’ our time.”

I laughed softly. “We do seem to have been in one helluva hurry before.”

“Fast, slow, hard, soft—I want it all with you, Torrey. I cain’t imagine not wantin’ you. Ever.”

I ran my hands down his back, letting my nails drift along his spine. He shivered and moaned, the sound vibrating through my flesh.

His body was all hard ridges and edges, his fine cheekbones, his sharp jaw, his ass firm, with two wonderful dips where his thigh muscles met hipbone. His biceps were rigid as he held himself above me, and his strong forearms were flexed on either side, capturing my body.

My fingers rediscovered the narrow strip of raised scar tissue at the base of his ribs, and my legs hooked over his calves, my feet massaging the lean muscles.

I heard the breath catch in his throat when I wrapped one hand around his erection, stroking the hard silkiness.

“God, how that feels!” he gasped. “You don’t know.”

But I did know, because I felt it, too, inside my heart.

“Let me up,” I said, sudden lust and need stretching my voice thin and tight. “I have to get a condom for us.”

Swooping down to kiss me quickly first, he rolled onto his back and flung his arms above his head, his breathing faster now.

The downside of deciding that his room was too tidy was that I couldn’t find my jeans in the gray gloom of early dawn.

“Goddamn it! Where did I throw my pants?”

“There’s something so hot about you sayin’ that, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

“Not funny! I’ve already lost my favorite sports bra because of you.”

“Waal,” he drawled, “seein’ as I cain’t afford to buy you a new one, I’ll just have to run behind you holdin’ onto your beautiful titties.”

“Yeah, that’d work,” I snorted, “for about two minutes before we both get arrested for violating decency laws.”

“Aw, you found the flaw in my grand plan,” he said, feigning sadness.

“What can I say, I’m a lateral thinker. Goddamn it! Where are my pants?”

I was blinded when he switched on the bedside lamp.

“Better, sweetheart?”

“No, it’s not better!” I said, grumpily. “I can’t see a thing.”

He laughed. “I can, and you sure look fine bendin’ over like that. Gets a man thinkin’ all sorts of things.”

I threw a sock at him, but that only made him laugh harder. I really liked that sound.

He twisted over offering a view of his bitable backside, then scooped up my pants and threw them to me. “Touchdown!”

“Uh-uh!” I shook my head. “Pass interference!”

“How’d you figure that, sweetheart? Hope you’re not a sore loser.”

“Jordan, if you want to get laid, you’ll stop talking now.”

He didn’t reply, so I looked up. He mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key.

“Oh, very good. See how long you can keep quiet for!”

He nodded and smiled.

I gripped his dick and pulled it toward me. He winced and squinted at me but didn’t speak.

“Oops! I think that was a bit harder than I meant.”

He nodded in agreement, his eyes opening wide.

“Don’t you like it rough, cowboy?”

His mouth popped open but then he shrugged his shoulders, and a slow smile clung at the corners of his full lips.

“Don’t move your hands. Leave them there, above your head.”

He watched me, one corner of his mouth lifting in acknowledgement.

I slapped my hands onto his chest, and ran my nails over his pecs and down across his abs then tugged on the tufts of wiry light brown hair that covered his groin.

“So, never had a girl in your bedroom?”

He shook his head.

“In your car?”

He nodded.

“In the truck?”

He nodded.

“Because you know what, Jordan? It would be pretty gross if you and Mikey were tag-teaming some chick. I mean, I hope you at least wiped the seats down afterwards.”

He grinned and shook his head. I made a mental note to ask him another time what he meant by that.

“Hmm … at school?”

He smiled and nodded again.

“On your school’s football field?”

More nods, more smiles.

“After prom?”

His smile fell away and he shook his head.

“Shit, sorry! I know you didn’t get to go. Sorry, I got caught up in the game.”

He shrugged and looked away.

Gently, I pulled his lips back to mine and kissed him slowly, showing him my apology was real.

“Now, where were we?” I said, flinging one leg across his hips and settling back on his thighs.

“This game is called ‘favorite positions’. You want to play?”

His eyes glowed, and he nodded his head jerkily several times.

“Good. Have you ever … been on top?”

He raised one eyebrow and nodded.

“Don’t worry—I’m just getting warmed up. Have you ever … had the woman on top?”

Eye roll. Head nod.

“Have you ever done it doggy style from behind, other than with me?”

He nodded rapidly.

“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. You like that one?”

Vigorous head nod.

“Have you ever had someone go down on you?”

A sly smile crossed his face and he blew me a kiss, nodding slowly.

“Have you ever gone down on someone?”

The smile dropped a little but he nodded again.

I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been holding out on me, cowboy. You definitely owe me that one!”

He winked and threw me a scorching smile.

“What about getting it mutual?”

He looked puzzled.

“I’m talking doing a sixty-niner.”

He shook his head.

“Hmm, no, well that’s okay. I’m not thrilled by the idea. I mean, unless you’re the kind of person who likes having someone’s ass stuck in your face.”

He wrinkled his nose and shook his head.

“I’m not saying I’m averse to a little butt play…”

His eyes got really wide, and he licked his lips.

“Don’t go breaking a sweat. I don’t take it up the ass. I’m just saying, I like having my ass worked a little. You up for that?”

He smiled and nodded.

“Good. You want some of that back?”

He shook his head slowly.

“Never tried it, huh?”

He shook his head again.

“Okay, well we might need to experiment with that a bit. I’ll put it on the list.”

He smiled, raised an eyebrow then motioned writing something down.

“Oh yeah, I have a list. I might even show it to you some day.”

He smiled.

“Okay, so where were we … um … what about in a hot tub?”

He nodded and held up one finger.

“Oh, just the once? Or just one girl?”

He shrugged and nodded.

“You want to do that again?”

More nodding—very fast nodding.

“In a swimming pool?”

A huge smile crossed his face.

“Oh, bringing back some good memories, huh?”

He grinned at me.

“Well, we can relive that some time. Um … sex in a public place. Not counting a swimming pool or hot tub at someone’s home, like totally public—a park or something?”

He smiled. He nodded.

“Wow, Jordan! You really got around for a 16-year-old! When did you start?”

He held up both hands then four fingers on his left hand.

“Fourteen?”

He nodded then pointed at me.

“Oh, I was a good girl. I was nearly 18 before I gave it up.”

He looked surprised.

“What can I say? I thought I was in love, that I was saving myself for the right guy and that it would last forever. How wrong can you be? Well, you already know how that story ended.”

His sad expression came back and he reached up a hand, resting it against my cheek.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been making up for it since.”

He grinned and gave me a thumbs up.

“So, um, you like getting your balls sucked?”

He held out his hand horizontally and gave me a so-so gesture.

“But you like getting your dick sucked, obviously.”

This time I got two thumbs up.

“Have you ever been handcuffed?”

A dark look passed across his face.

Oh shit.

“I meant … you know … for sex? Sorry, dumb question. I’m guessing you wouldn’t like that.”

He shook his head, his eyes dark with ugly secrets.

“So, um, you wouldn’t want to tie me up?”

He looked like he was in pain, and he shook his head again.

“That’s okay. I get it. I was just … you know … checking.”

He cocked his head to one side, asking me the same question.

“It can be a turn on, but I haven’t done it much. I’d have to really trust the guy. But that’s okay, there’s loads of other stuff we can do. Oh, I know, what about toys?”

He shook his head.

“Never tried a vibrator? They’ve got some really cool ones now. There’s this one called a rabbit and…”

He shook his head and patted his chest. I was puzzled for a moment, then he pointed at his dick, which was still erect and twitched as I glanced down.

“Oh, right! You think a woman doesn’t need a vibrator if she’s got you!”

He nodded again, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Hmm, good point. But maybe I’ll show you sometime and you might change your mind.”

He pointed at me and raised his eyebrows.

“Oh sure! If I haven’t been able to get a hook up, having a vibrator saves my hand getting a cramp.”

He scowled and crossed his hands across his chest.

“Oh, relax! I haven’t had any hook ups since I met you.”

He smiled, looking relieved.

“What about you? Met any women who liked what they saw?”

He winked at me, and I felt ready to cut a bitch!

“Who? When? Who was it?”

He grinned and mimed drinking coffee. Relief washed through me.

“You mean Bev?”

He nodded.

“Oh, that’s okay then.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to share you! She knows you’re off limits. But that poses another question. Ever had a threesome?”

He nodded.

“Two guys, one girl?”

He shook his head, curling his lip slightly.

“Oh, right. Two girls pleasuring you?”

He smiled.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask this next question but I plowed on.

“You want to try that again sometime?”

“No,” he said, breaking his long silence. “I only want you.”

He pulled me onto his chest and kissed me deeply, and I savored the way he tasted, completely natural, sweet and delicious.

Then he took the condom from the bedside table and handed it back to me.

“I want to make love to you, Torrey. So badly, sweetheart.”

I shuffled back off his thighs and rolled the condom down his length. His hard stomach contracted as he held his breath.

When it was on securely, he tugged it experimentally.

“You’re a safety boy!”

He glanced up at me. “I’m a what?”

“You like to be safe—no fuck ups, so to speak.”

He grinned up at me.

“Waal, you know what they said in health ed, ‘No glove, no love’.”

“Is that what they told you guys?”

“Yeah, but I always preferred the version Mikey came up with.”

“Which was?”

“Wrap it in foil, before you check her oil.”

“Oh my God! That got him laid?”

“Waal, I don’t know if he actually said that to the girl…”

I huffed at that. “What other sayings did he have?”

“Cover that lumber before you pump her…”

“Ugh!”

“And my personal favorite, ‘Wrap your bait before you mate’.”

“Gross! Just as long as they do the job.”

“Sweetheart, I’m cleaner than an ice cube in Alaska, but I wouldn’t want to knock you up unless you wanted to be.”

I choked, turning it into a cough while my eyes watered.

He rubbed my back gently.

“If you wanted kids, I’d be honored to be your baby-daddy,” he said, planting a soft kiss in my hair.

“Not a good conversation to have right now,” I insisted.

He gave a small smile and lay back on the pillows.

“I’m all yours, sweetheart. Do your worst.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Not really. I trust you.”

For the second time in less than a minute, his words shocked me. He trusted me. After everything he’d been through, with all the challenges he faced, he trusted me.

“I won’t hurt you,” I said, quietly.

He smiled up at me. “I know.”

I leaned down, and he tilted his face to capture my lips with his. Then he licked up my throat to behind my jaw and nipped at my earlobe, making me squirm.

He moved again, his tongue circling my nipple, and I pushed my chest into his face, begging him to take more. He ran his calloused hands over my breasts, the rough skin delicious on my overheated flesh.

Between my thighs, his dick twitched again and I ground down on him, eliciting a rough growl of desire.

I rubbed his tip over my clit and a shiver went through me.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “Can I do some of that other stuff on your list? Because it was a real fuckin’ turn on, you talkin’ ‘bout it.”

“Which parts?”

“Hmm, I’d like to taste that sweet lil’ pussy of yours—preferably before the lube from the condom makes it taste like ass. Uh, sorry, that came out wrong. Aw, hell! You know what I mean!”

“Luckily for you I do!” I said, halfway between a laugh and a porn-star moan of longing.

He rolled me over then knelt on the floor, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Then he grabbed my feet and rested them on his shoulders.

“Open wide!” he grinned devilishly, dipping his head toward me.

God! His stubbly chin over my clit set off a tidal wave of lust. Sparks of electricity started shooting down my legs, making me curl my toes.

“Oh, freakin’ yes!” I yelled, forgetting his father was sleeping down the hall.

He unfurled his tongue winding it around the nub in slow, sensuous flicks. Then he pushed two of those skilled mechanic’s fingers inside me, massaging my inner edge. I couldn’t work out if it was all that flirty talking, or 36 hours without having him inside me, who knows, but I came harder than a freight train.

Poor guy! He had to put his palm over my mouth to try and stifle the piercing shrieks I was making. A pillow might have worked better.

My legs trembled and one foot slipped from his shoulder. He caught it before I could kick him in the nuts.

“Good so far?” he chuckled.

I grunted something monosyllabic and didn’t object when he hauled me back up the bed and flipped me over.

“Ready for more?” he asked, his voice suddenly strained.

“Uh huh,” I said, eloquently.

A finger up my butt brought me around quickly, and I gasped.

“Just my finger, sweetheart, I swear. I’d never hurt you.”

Then he dragged my hips back so I was on all fours, and he pushed inside gently, filling me, stretching me. Yeah, no way that dick was ever fitting up my ass. Ever.

He pulled out deliciously slowly and pushed back inside in a long, sensual stroke.

“Oh, fuck, this is going to be too quick,” he bit out.

“Then make it hard!” I gasped.

He obliged immediately, hammering into me, the finger in my butt still dipping in and out with a different rhythm.

He shuddered suddenly, and I heard a strangled cry from the hot breath on my back. He pinched my clit, silently begging me to follow quickly. Overwhelmed by sensations, I clenched around him as frenzied waves took control of my body.

We collapsed together, dual breaths panting across the sheets.

Two doors down, I heard the toilet flush.

“I think we woke your dad,” I mumbled.

“Looks like,” he said, his silent laugh shaking the bed.

I fell asleep instantly. The next time I woke up, the bed beside me was cold and empty.

Instead, there was a small flower plucked from the backyard, resting on a note.

I unfolded the paper and saw an amazingly detailed pencil sketch of me sleeping. Jordan must have sat at the bottom of the bed drawing me while I slept.

And then I read the words he’d written.

 

‘A life without love is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.’

I love you.

Jordan x


 

 

Jordan

 

Life started getting good once Momma left. We all knew it was true, and that kind of sucked. She was still my momma, even though she didn’t want to be. But the tension in the house left with her, and everything was calmer.







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