Jordan Pool Novels & Stories

I turned around and started wearing clothes in confusion while he was taking a shower, I needed someone to treat my wound and I went into doctor’s cabin. LEE- “Where is Jordan?” I asked after coming out of shower and called one of my underlings as I saw the room empty. “Sir, he’s gone to see Clark.” He said and I looked around. “Why did he leave his shirt here?” I said to myself after finding his shirt on the bed. I couldn’t imagine him going to see another guy and that too naked. I clenched my fists in anger and gritted my teeth.

He bumped her shoulder affectionately, the gesture familiar but not possessive, casual in a way that suggested comfort rather than claim. Jordan straightened without meaning to, instinct kicking in as the man turned toward him. He reminded himself—again—to stay calm. “Hi,” Jordan said, extending his hand. “I’m Jordan Hall.” The man took it with an easy nod. “Jamal,” he replied. “I recognize you from ESPN. You look taller in person.” Jordan gave a brief, polite smile, unsure how to take the comment. Compliment? Observation? Mild intimidation? He nodded all the same, keeping his expression neutral.

I stood there with twenty warriors behind me. Four of the vehicles emptied and the warriors of the Red River Pack surrounded the SUV in the middle. The back door opened and out stood a man 6 foot 5 inches tall. Long blonde hair, dressed in a black suit. I knew he wasn’t here for a social call. I walked over to him with my hand extended. “Welcome to the Lunar Lake Pack Alpha Jones.” We shook hands. “This was an unexpected visit, but like always, I am happy to see you.”

Elisa heard Jordan saying to the manager while she entered. “I didn’t have to call an accountant to catch you,” Jordan looked too disappointed in him. But he was only talking sarcastically. “Mr. Poole I was wrong. Please give me a chance,” the manager pleaded. “Tch. So that you can again fool us and hide a large sum before eloping?” Jordan asked, and the manager was trembling out of fear. He knew this club belonged to Edwin Wilson and Jordan Poole. Two most powerful men in the country. He messed up with the wrong person.

“Let’s just go find our own corner.” We chose a shady corner on the pool’s far side, far from the uninhibited couples. I tossed my towel over a lounger and slipped first into the water, the coolness a jolt to my skin. Jordan paused for a moment, standing at the edge of the pool with a doubtful expression. “There’s a whole ocean just over there, you know,” he continued. Why are we in a pool again?" I rolled my eyes and kicked up some water in his direction. “Because the beach is not really private, and I wanted us to have some quiet time away from prying eyes. Now, get in."

I just wish I knew why. *** Because he’d pushed so hard on the trail, Jordan took his time on the walk back to his apartment to make sure his legs wouldn’t cramp up. He prayed he wouldn’t run into Karli again along the way, and by some small miracle his wish was granted; she was nowhere in sight. When he got back to his apartment, he threw his keys on the counter and took a long drink of water. Then he stripped off his sweaty clothes to head for the shower, and Jordan happened to glance in the bathroom mirror as he passed it.

I don’t either, but time is running short, and with another woman gone, our options are frighteningly thin. Somehow, someway, I have to separate Jordan from his all-access key card for our plan to work. No one is getting into the Pit without it. ~ I’ve offered myself up as the sacrificial sub, but it takes me an hour to spot Jordan in the public dungeons, now dressed in leather pants. Amid the crack of whips and the cries of pleasure and pain, he tries to give off the all-American-hero vibe with his winning smile. He’d spiced it up with a bit of badass, punctuated by the barbed-wire tattoo around one of his biceps and his gym-cut abs rippling between peeks of his black leather vest, without

Jordan and Riley shared a look above my head, something intense and secret in it that made my gut clench. I grabbed a chair across the yard from them, but the space felt tiny now, buzzing with something I couldn't shake. The afternoon dragged, the heat getting worse. Everyone changed into swimsuits for the pool. I hung back at the edge while I watched Jordan dive in. Water poured off his muscled chest when he came up, shaking out his wet hair. His trunks hugged his thighs, showing the outline of his bulge clear as day. I swallowed, picturing my tongue following those wet lines down.

Jordan, though he appeared from nowhere, could be the miracle she has been trying to find beyond the river. Or maybe he lived there. Maybe he knew those drums. Only time was the bearer of truth, she thought. When the two stepped outside of the cottage and started heading to the hunting grounds, she said to him, “You never said where you're from.” hoping to learn a thing or two. Jordan gave it a thought before answering, not really sure why she was asking him when she technically knew everything about him. His focus was on the way, he had to memorize it in case he would need it later, “I come from the Westhund pack in Petroit city.”

Jacob returns with a triangle thing in his hands and sets it on the table to begin putting balls in the middle of it. "Come, I'll help you pick out a pool stick.” Jordan holds out his hand to which I happily take. It's so much larger than my own, but they fit comfortably together. I can feel Ethan's eyes on me as I walk with Jordan to the pool sticks but I ignore it. I'm just slightly crazy, he couldn't be looking at me. As I examine the long poles, I realize that they are almost my size. Some smaller, some bigger. "You will probably need the smallest size they have," he picks up a stick and hands it to me, "try this one first.”