This week we continue "Jordan's Second Chance". Last week, Wynter was the recipient of the unknown woman's ominous phone calls. How will Wynter and Jordan react to this newest threat? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.
Happy reading,
TC
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Jordan’s Second Chance 4.1
“Damn it! I’m
getting real tired of these games!” Jordan swore. His fingers encased the
cordless phone in a death grip.
“Daddy? What’s the
matter? Are you mad?” Lucas asked, sitting up from his slouched position on the
couch.
Jordan smiled and
knelt down in front of Lucas, tousling his hair. “No son, I’m not mad. Daddy
just has a really big problem that he needs to solve.”
Lucas bounced on
his seat, grinning. “Daddy you always tell me the only way to beat a problem is
to face it head on.”
Jordan grinned,
Lucas looked so proud of himself, but he had a point. Jordan stood and glanced
at Wynter before turning his attention back to Lucas. “Run upstairs and see if
Nana will run you a bath. We’re spending the night.”
“Yay! I get to eat
breakfast with Nana and Wynter!” Lucas said as he ran for the stairs.
“What about me?” Jordan
asked.
Wynter and Jordan chuckled
as they glanced at each other. A moment later, Wynter grew solemn thinking
about the ominous phone call. “Jordan, how did she know about me? How did she
get my number?”
“I don’t know, but
I intend to find out,” Jordan answered in a grim tone.
“She said that I would
find out soon enough. What do you think she meant by that?” Wynter shivered,
remembering the creepy phone call. The woman’s voice had sounded calm,
detached.
“Nothing good,”
Jordan said, pulling Wynter into his embrace. But no matter what happens, I will
protect you, Lucas and Nana.”
Wynter returned
the hug, inhaling. He loved Jordan’s strong, masculine scent. It made him feel
safe. Wynter blushed when he felt his cock hardening. He couldn’t help it
though. The sight, sound and smell of the man always turned him on.
Jordan pulled
back, placing a light kiss on Wynter’s lips. “I have to go and take care of a
couple of things and bring Lucas and I a change of clothes. I won’t be long.”
“But it’s too
dangerous!”
“She won’t do
anything right now. Whoever this woman is, she seems to want me to remember her
and also to torture me first.”
Wynter snorted and
rolled his eyes. “All right, Agent Hotchner, if you say so then I have no need
to worry,” Wynter said sarcastically, referring to CBS’s drama, ‘Criminal
Minds.’
Jordan chuckled and
pulled his phone out. “I promise I will be careful. I’ll be back soon, lock up
behind me,” Jordan said, moving toward the front door.
“Jordan wait! Take
this with you,” Wynter said, handing Jordan his house key.
Jordan nodded,
kissed Wynter once more and headed out the door.
Wynter raced over
to the window and peeked through the blonds. He watched as Jordan jogged to his
car, got in and pulled away. Jordan waited a few more moments before he
exhaled, relieved. He released the blind and turned away—missing the
dark-colored sedan that slowly drove past his house.
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Wynter stepped
into the shower after cleaning the kitchen and family room. Who knew little boys could make such a huge
mess in a short amount of time? he wondered.
Wynter sighed, his
body slowly relaxing under the hot spray of water. It had been a long day and
he was drained, both physically and emotionally. Wynter was determined to find
out the mystery woman’s identity, but decided to trust Jordan. He didn’t have
the first clue to go about discovering the woman’s identity. Wynter frowned,
realizing Jordan hadn’t told him his plans for finding the woman.
Wynter shook his
head, Jordan was a conniving one. He’d been so distracted by the kiss and
Jordan leaving the house that he’d forgotten to find out Jordan’s game plan for
dealing with the woman. Oh well, he’d pester him about it when Jordan returned.
Wynter turned and
grabbed the soap, lathering his wash cloth. Wynter bit his lip to contain the
moan that wanted to escape. He imagined the cloth that he ran over his body was
Jordan’s fingers. Jordan’s fingertips circled Wynter’s nipples, tightening the
brown-hued nubs. Wynter gasped, his cock engorged, copious amounts of pre-cum
dripping from the tip.
Wynter’s left hand
grasped his erection and squeezed. “Jordan,” Wynter moaned. He was so hot, a
stiff breeze could send him over the edge.
“I’m here.”
Wynter blushed at
the unmanly squeak that left his lips as he jumped, startled. He pushed back
the lump of hair that fell into his eyes, praying he didn’t look like a drowned
cat.“Jo-Jordan? What are you doing in here?” Wynter asked, uncertain if he
could ever live down the embarrassment of being caught masturbating and moaning
Jordan’s name.
“Here, I’ll give
you a hand,” Jordan growled.
Wynter looked up
into Jordan’s eyes and gasped. Amber had replaced the ice-blue color and Wynter
knew that Jordan’s cat was in control. Wynter shivered, his body growing
hotter. Jordan stepped backward and disrobed. Unable to look away, Wynter
watched as every delicious inch of muscle was revealed. When Jordan finished
undressing, he stood still and let Wynter look his fill. Saliva pooled in
Wynter’s mouth when he saw the heavy erection jutting proudly. It was beautiful,
the tip a deep plum color. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to suck it or feel
it pound into his into his ass.
To be continued …
