“Ah, Jordan. I see the two of you have gotten comfortable.” I watch as Edward walks over and then places his hand on Jordan’s shoulder.
While looking down at us, I get the distinct impression that he has something he really wants to say to us but is withholding it for some reason. Suddenly, he spits it out and says with a smirk on his face, “By the way, we need your keys. We put them in the basket and then draw them to figure out who you are going home with tonight. Each couple that is picked, switches partners of your choice and then in the morning you go home. No holds barred of course.” His voice trails off, as he glances over at Tabitha his wife.
Shocked, I can’t say a single thing and just hope that Jordan doesn’t place the keys in the basket, because if he does, I won’t be able to trust him ever again. This is just simply something I can’t do. Thankful when he po
“What is she thinking?” I murmur under my breath as I pace the den downstairs. Unable to think much about anything, I just keep moving until dawn. Because if I stop for too long, I begin wondering if she was right all along. Could I be so attracted to the neighbor, that I just don’t realize it? Shaking my head, I decide that this is enough. If she wants to believe it, then there is something wrong with this relationship. The only thing is she is right, and I can’t admit it to her, because I will lose her. I can feel it in my bones, and what is even worse, is that the neighbors are setting us up to fail for some reason. As I think about last night and how I wanted to fuck her so bad it hurts, I feel such utter turmoil that I scream. “Ugh. What is wrong with me?” I love Lillian more than anything on this earth, but my dick gets hard every time I think of Mrs. Logan and that body of hers. What is driv
“I simply can’t believe him.” I yell at the top of my lungs to an empty room. Growing more and more frustrated with the entire situation, I just want to pull my hair out and cry some more. Because nothing I do will change the fact that he wants Mrs. Logan. Nothing. As I feel the tears form in my eyes, I know that breaking down again is inevitable and then let it happen. When the flood gates open, of course the door opens and Jordan walks in. “What an inopportune time.” I think to myself while glancing over at him and wishing he hadn’t. Rushing over to me with open arms, he asks, “What’s wrong, baby?” As if he had no clue what is troubling me. Looking up into his eyes, I see him troubled too and I find myself wondering if he is thinking the same thing or that he really feels bad for me. Either way, it doesn’t matter because I am in his arms now and when he wraps them around me tightly, my mind shuts down and all I fe
After a very long night of love making, I think we will be alright after all. Now, Lillian is lying next to me sleeping, and all I can think about is the fact that I love being buried deep inside of her. So much so, that now I have a rock-hard erection and it is begging for me to wake her up so I can do it again.I know though that after last night’s episode, she will be sore today. Any woman would after that. I think I pounded her so hard, so many times that even I am a little raw from the constant rubbing. Finding myself laughing about it now, I almost wake her up and I don’t want to do it. Instead, I lie here and watch her breathe softly against my chest.God, I love this woman with all my heart and soul. It’s amazing that a few years back, I didn’t even remember her from high school. Now, I don’t even care if my shop goes under anymore. Just as long as I can be by her si
Opening my eyes, I glance around the room to finally settle on Jordan and Jon talking by the door. They are speaking with hushed voices, but I can still make out a few words of what they are saying. “Really? What happened?” Jordan asks Jon before they walk out the door and shut it behind them.They obviously didn’t realize that I was awake before they left. Or they just didn’t want me hearing what was going on, so I decide to get up and figure out for myself the situation at hand. Trying to move, I feel the soreness between my legs from last night’s escapades and smile because everything will be better now.Not only did he profess his undying love to me, but we at least cleared up some of the difficulties, if not all. It’s just amazing what love making does for a relationship when you find yourself having problems. And to think, just yesterday I thought for sure I was going to have to l
Awaiting the officers, I find myself wondering, “What in the hell is going on?”After a few more minutes, I finally hear the sirens in the distance and then feel somewhat better about the situation. The problem is that it is extremely worrisome that they know where we live and where Jon’s friends do. Just how long have they been tailing us and watching our every move?Seeing the cop cars round the corner to our road, relief washes over me and then I notice something odd. Down the road, there is a moving truck, and two men are sitting in the cab. They are staring at me and as soon as they see the cops, they scoot down in their seats to avoid detection.Knowing that those are the two men Jon spoke of previously, I quickly flag down the cars and then take a stroll down the street to investigate. However, the minute they see me, they turn the truck on and hightail it out of there. Making a u turn quickly, they sp
As I walk out of the bedroom with Jon tailing me, I hear Jordan stating to one of the officers, “The truck is parked at the end of the driveway. Come with me and I will show you.” Then I watch as they walk over to the door, and he opens it. He points at the vehicle just past the other cars and I see the two men staring at us. They quickly back up and turn around before leaving when they realize they have been noticed. Why on earth would they stick around after depositing the box? It makes absolutely no sense with all these cops around. “Unless there is something else going on.” I murmur under my breath. Deciding to figure it out, I tell Jon to, “Stay put.” Then I walk over to the officer and Jordan. Placing my hand on Jordan’s bicep, I ask, “What is going on?” Before I follow him out of the house. The cop he was speaking with, is ahead of him and already rushing to his cop car before I can catch up. Jordan finally
After the police take the shooter out the door and to the ambulance, I stare at Lillian and Jon before we all walk back inside and shut the door. “Boy, it really has been a long day.” I murmur under my breath while scanning the room. Then I wonder, “Will the blood come out of the carpet, or are we going to have to throw out this one too?” As I stare at the dark red stains on the floor. It’s just too bad that it couldn’t have missed the carpet by a couple more inches. Come on now, I frown and then scratch my head just above my left ear, while deciding what to do. “Jon, do me a favor and grab me a sponge and the bucket from the hall closet, please.” Lillian says softly while staring at Jon with a half-smile on her face. I can already tell that the rest of the day will be spent cleaning up this mess. The funny part is that we must have just been thinking the exact same thing because she said it to Jon right after I thought it. “Talk
“Thank goodness you arrived in time. The man just took off that way.” Jordan says while pointing down the driveway and to the right before continuing, “He was just here and was dressed like an officer, but I noticed his shoes and they were way too expensive for a cop.” He says hurriedly as I watch the two of them carefully.Finding myself wondering, “What’s next?” I don’t say a word, just wait for the officer’s answer and see if he is actually going to do anything about it or not.“Alright, we will see if we can catch him.” The officer states in a rather flat tone of voice and then rushes back to the car.He sits there for a few seconds, before backing up and driving off after the other man. Jordan stands there for a moment, as he stares off after them. When he turns around, he smiles at us before sighing and walking in.As he walks back inside, I watch Jordan scan t