Jordan's Second Chance 5.1

Welcome to another addition to Wednesday's Briefs! For those new to the group, each Wednesday authors post a flash fiction using either a pictorial or verbal prompt. This week, I've chosen to use the verbal prompt, "You have only two choices here. Choose wisely."

This week we continue with Jordan's Second Chance. Jordan has decided to investigate the dangers surrounding Wynter. Will Jordan finally get the answers he is searching for, or will danger find him where he least expects it? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Happy reading,

TC

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Jordan’s Second Chance 5.1

 

            “I’m not sure if this is a good idea. Whoever is in that car could see us coming,” Jordan muttered, slowly creeping toward the dark-colored sedan.

            “We want to catch this bastard by surprise, that’s why we decided to wait until dark and pretended we were leaving,” Jonas replied.

             “Since it’s your plan, you’re going back for the car.”

            Jonas snorted. “Quit being a sourpuss, Wynter won’t stay mad at you forever.”

            “That’s easy for you to say, you weren’t the one dodging shoe missiles,” Jordan growled, remembering the shock he’d felt when Wynter had thrown the first shoe when Jordan had forbidden him to come with them. Wynter had been livid when he learned he wasn’t going to be a part of their little reconnaissance team. Jordan hoped this time apart helped Wynter calm down. He had no desire to dodge shoes for the rest of the night.

            “What the hell? It’s empty,” Jonas muttered peering into the car.

            Jordan shook his head, he needed to get his head back in the game. “Shit, do you think he saw us coming and abandoned the car?” Jordan asked.

            Jonas shook his head. “It’s possible, but I don’t think so,” Jonas replied, reaching for the door handle.

            “Wait! What are you doing? What if there’s an alarm?” Jordan tried to keep his voice low. What was Jonas thinking?

            Jonas just grinned over the hood of the car at him and opened the passenger door. Jordan rolled his eyes and opened the driver’s side door in time to see Jonas pick up a stack of what looked to be photos.

            “What the hell is this?” Jordan asked, catching a glimpse of one photo. The photo was of him and Wynter, taken on the day they first met at the park.

            “Whoever this is, they’ve been watching you for a while.”

Jonas handed over the other pictures. The majority of the pictures were of Jordan, but a couple of the shots were of Wynter and his son Lucas. “Do you think it was Jason Fox?” Jordan asked, referring to the man who was responsible for Wynter’s parents’ deaths.

“That’s who I’m leaning toward, but we still have the mystery woman out there. We still don’t know her identity,” Jonas said, searching the dashboard and pulling up the arm rest, both compartments were empty.

“Damn it! This is like a bad crime drama. Who the hell seriously has two completely different people trying to kill them?”

Jonas arched an eyebrow and shot a pointed look at Jordan. Chuckling, Jordan shook his head and got out of the car. “Let’s head back.”

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Jordan cautiously stepped through the front door, keeping an eye out for any flying tennis shoes. He started to breathe a sigh of relief, until he spotted Wynter standing in the family room, his arms crossed over his chest and foot tapping impatiently.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” Jordan asked, hoping in vain that the small man wasn’t still in a snit.

“Don’t, ‘hey babe’ me! I can’t believe you actually left me here like I’m a child!”

“I’m going to check on Nana,” Jonas said, heading toward the kitchen.

Jordan nodded and turned his attention back toward Wynter. “You’re safe here Wynter. Someone is trying to kill you, there is no way I’m going to put your life in danger.”

“You’re in just as much danger as I am. Jordan, I won’t…” Wynter trailed off, his face paling.

Jordan spun around, searching. The sudden fear emanating from Wynter triggering his protective instincts. Jordan’s jaw dropped in shock when he spotted the slender red-headed woman standing in the front door with a gun in her hand.

“It can’t be,” Jordan whispered. He knew this woman.

“You have only two choices here. Choose wisely.”

To be continued…  

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Jordan's Second Chance 5.0

Hello everyone and welcome to another addition of Wednesday's Briefs. For those new to the group, each Wednesday, authors get together and write a brief flash of 500-1000 words using either a verbal or pictorial prompt. This week, I've decided to use a pictorial prompt.

We pick up where we left off in Jordan's Second Chance. Wynter has just received shocking news and danger lurks around the corner. How will Wynter react to this situation and what else is in store for him? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Happy reading,

TC

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Jordan’s Second Chance 5.0

 

“Nana!” Wynter gasped, rushing toward the fallen woman, Jonas kneeling on the other side.

Wynter gently shoot Nana, concerned with the pallor of her skin. Nana moaned, brushing Wynter’s hands away.  “Stop worrying, I’m fine,” Nana said, struggling into a sitting position. Jonas placed a hand behind her back, helping her to sit up.

“Nana, what happened? You said, ‘he’s back’, who’s he?”

“Jason Fox,” Nana whispered, trembling.

“That’s the man who killed my parents, isn’t it?” Wynter gasped. He remembered Nana telling him how Jason Fox wanted to exploit the fact that Wynter and his dad were clouded leopards for money. His parents had agreed to meet with the man to get the picture he’d taken of Wynter’s first shift.

Wynter frowned in confusion. “I thought you said Fox died the night my parents did?”

“We were told Jason Fox was the driver who ran your parents off of the road and he died as well. I’ve always had my doubts. That man was too evil to die and he had many government officials in his pocket.”

“You think he faked his own death? But why come back now?”

Nana shook her head, settling into a kitchen chair. “I wish I knew.”

“We’re going to find out,” Jonas said grimly, taking his cellphone out.

“Who are you calling?”

“A friend. We need to know everything we can about Jason Fox as well as our mystery woman,” Jonas said, referring to the mystery woman who was making threatening phone calls to Jordan.

Wynter glanced around, realizing Jordan wasn’t in the room. Where had he gone? Wynter wandered through the house, frowning when he didn’t spot Jordan anywhere. Lucas, Jordan’s son, was still asleep upstairs. Wynter walked to the back of the house, toward the patio. “Jordan?” he called.

A hand grabbed Wynter’s arm before he could open the patio door. Wynter squeaked, his heart pounding. Struggling, Wynter opened his mouth to scream when he felt a hand press against his lips, silencing the scream before it could begin. He was dragged against a hard chest and pulled away from the door.

“Babe, calm down, it’s me!” Jordan demanded.

Wynter slumped in relief. He turned in Jordan’s arms and glared up at him. “Where were you and why are you hiding?”

“We’re being watched. This is the third time I’ve seen the same car drive down the street,” Jordan said, inclining his head toward the patio doors.

“What do you mean, we’re being watched? Do you know who it is?” Wynter asked, reaching for the blinds covering the patio door.

“What the hell are you doing? Stop!” Jordan grabbed Wynter’s hand and pulled him back against his chest.

“I don’t want whoever the hell that is to know that we’re onto them. If whoever it is thinks we’re still ignorant to their presence, they may slip up and make a mistake.”

Wynter nodded, he hadn’t thought of that. “Oh!” Wynter gasped. “Nana says the man who killed my parents may still be alive after all and that he might try to come after me again.”

“Shit!” Jordan ran his fingers roughly through his hair in frustration.

“What are we going to do?” Wynter whispered, feeling fear creep in. Not only did they have to worry about some psycho woman after Jordan because she blamed him for the death of his wife, but they also had to deal with a man who wanted to kidnap him because he could shift into a clouded leopard.

Jordan grabbed Wynter’s hand and entwined their fingers. He leaned down and gently kissed Wynter until the tension drained from his body. “We need to let Jonas know about the car and come up with a plan to catch both sons of bitches. It’s going to be a long night, babe.”

“I need a drink,” Wynter muttered and followed Jordan into the kitchen.

To be continued…

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Jordan's Second Chance 4.3

 

Hello everyone and welcome to Wednesday's Briefs. For those new to the group, each week, a group of authors post a bit of flash upward 1,000 words using either a verbal or pictorial prompt. This week, I've decided to use a pictorial prompt.

Happy reading and I hope you enjoy.

TC Collins

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Jordan’s Second Chance 4.3

Jordan dragged a reluctant Wynter into the living room where his friend Jonas Templeton waited. He’d met Jonas years ago when they attended the same college. The both of them had passed literature by the skin of their teeth, creating a bond forged by the fires of their professor, Dr. Theopulus.

Placing a hand in the middle of Wynter’s back, Jordan urged the small man forward. “Jonas, this is Wynter, the man you’ll guard with your life.”

“I don’t really think—,” Wynter grunted and glared at Jordan when the man slapped him on the ass.

“We’ve already discussed this love. You’re getting a bodyguard.”

Wynter gritted his teeth together and turned toward their guest, pasting a false smile on his lips. “It’s nice to meet you,” he murmured. Wynter knew that if he raised his voice any higher, he would yell at the stubborn man beside him. Wynter wanted to hit something, he didn’t want a bodyguard!

Jonas was the same height as Jordan and had dark brown hair and steel gray eyes that seemed to notice everything. Amusement danced in those gray eyes. “Somehow I doubt that,” Jonas smirked, then said, “The way Jordan described you, I pictured a small kitten who would rather play than fight. After meeting you, I now know the truth.”

Wynter blinked, confused. What was the man talking about? “Thank you?”

Jonas laughed, a warm, booming sound that invited those who heard to join in. Wynter’s lips curved and he shook his head. He turned into a snow leopard, so he had no room to think of anyone as weird.

“You and I are going to get along just fine, kid,” Jonas chuckled. He walked over and placed his arm around Wynter’s shoulders, guiding him toward the kitchen.

 Wynter glanced toward Jordan for help, but the traitor just grinned and pulled his phone out. Wynter vowed revenge as he allowed himself to be led into the kitchen as Jonas exclaimed over the aroma of tea. Nana was brewing a pot, which meant she was feeling unsettled. Nana always brewed tea when she needed to settle her nerves.

“Tea smells wonderful, ma’am. May I have a cup as well?” Jonas asked as soon as they entered the kitchen.

“Of course,” Nana said, bringing two cups with saucers over and filling them.

Wynter inhaled the soothing aroma and felt his muscles begin to relax. Maybe there was something to the whole tea and relaxation thing. “Thanks, Nana.” Wynter reached over and began to add sugar to the brew.

Wynter paused in adding another spoonful of sugar, puzzled at the silence in the room. “What?”

“Are you really going to drink that? I feel as if I’ve gained ten cavities and as if I’m about to slip into a diabetic coma,” Jonas grimaced.

“What’s wrong with adding sugar to my tea?”

“That’s the fifth spoonful, if you add anymore, you’ll have more sugar than tea in that cup.”

Wynter rolled his eyes and added another spoonful. He snickered when Jonas quickly grabbed the canister and slid it to the far side of the counter. “You keep that up and I won’t have to guard you against a psychotic woman, you’ll kill yourself.”

Glass shattered.

Jonas and Wynter quickly turned toward the sound. Nana was standing in front of the refrigerator, shards of the pitcher of tea littered the floor, the brown liquid soaking the tile. Her skin was a pasty color and Wynter watched as perspiration beaded her top lip.

“Nana, are you okay?” Wynter rushed toward his grandmother, heedless of the broken glass.

“He’s back? Isn’t he?” Nana whispered before collapsing.

To be continued…      

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Irresistible Moonlight 1.2

 

 

Hello everyone and welcome to Wednesday's Briefs! To all newbies, every Wednesday a group of authors post a flash post of 500-1000 words using a verbal or pictorial prompt. I've chosen a pictorial prompt for this flash. This week, I am continuing Irresistible Moonlight--LOL, its been awhile, so if you need a refresher, please check out the Wednesday's Briefs tab.

 

 

Alex finds himself face-to-face with a man who captivates as well as scares the daylights out of him. Will Alex run for the hills or take a chance and step into the unknown? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

 

Happy reading,

 

TC

 

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Irresistible Moonlight 1.2

Alex groaned and sat up. Feeling a wave of dizziness, Alex grabbed the back of the sofa and inhaled. Once the room stopped spinning Alex glanced around the room, confused. The last thing he remembered was his cousin, Robbie, going to get him a drink. Everything after that was fuzzy.

Staggering to his feet, Alex made his way to the door. He shook his head as he looked around. Everything was red. The walls were painted a deep blood red, the sofa and two love seats were red. Hell even the carpet and curtains were red.  He needed to get out of here. Alex chuckled, even the door was red. Turning the handle, Alex gasped and stumbled backward. It was the man from earlier. Alex would never forget those midnight eyes. They sucked him in, but also scared the living daylights out of him.

“I see you are finally awake,” the stranger said.

Alex shivered, the man’s voice reminded him of moonlit nights and dark passions. The stranger stepped inside the room, raising his arm to caress Alex’s cheek. Alex leaned into the touch, feeling a blanket of security wrap around him.

“How are you feeling?” the man asked softly.

Alex trembled, what was wrong with him? He knew he should be struggling to get away from a man he didn’t know. Instead, he feel deeper into the stranger’s spell. Alex cuddled closer. Standing on tiptoe, Alex nuzzled the thick throat and inhaled. The dark, woodsy scent calmed his racing heart.

“I asked you a question, little one. How are you feeling?”

Alex shrugged. “Okay.”

“Good,” the stranger whispered before he took Alex’s lips in the most amazing kiss of his life. 

Alex moaned, trying to climb the stranger’s body as his cock hardened. A thick, moist tongue swept into his mouth, conquering. Alex whimpered, pressing closer. Large hands grabbed his ass, hoisting him up the firm, hard body. Alex wrapped his legs around slim hips and gave himself over to the overwhelming passion flooding his body. He’d never been this turned on and he loved it.

That’s it love. Alex heard in his mind.

The breath stuttered in Alex’s throat. How could he have forgotten that this man had kidnapped him and placed him under some weird spell? Alex never acted like this. He may have wanted to get out and have fun, but he never went into back rooms with complete strangers and he never fell into their arms like a damsel in distress. Struggling, Alex pushed until the man dropped his arms. Oh god, he didn’t even know the man’s name!

“What are you? How can I hear you in my mind? What are you doing to me?”

Not waiting for a response, Alex bolted for the door. He needed to get out of here and find his cousin Robbie. Alex promised himself that he would stay home for the rest of his life and watch reruns without complaint if he made it out of there.

Alex shrieked, struggling when arms like bands of steel wrapped around his waist and dragged him back into the room. “Let me go!”

“No. If I do you’ll just run again.”

Well duh, of course he’d run. He was being held hostage! “I won’t try to run. Let me go, please,” Alex said, going limp in the man’s arms.

Alex felt the guy hesitate and then the arms loosened. Alex immediately ran for the door. A loud snarl echoed through the room. A feeling of dread crawled over Alex. He glanced behind him and gasped, his eyes widening. The sexy man from earlier did not have large fangs that came to his chin and his midnight colored eyes did not glow a crimson red. Alex shook his head, he had to be hallucinating.

“Is everything all right? Do you have need of me, my prince?” A deep voice asked from the doorway.

Alex jumped, looking behind him. A large, muscular man who had to be at least six foot seven stood there. His emerald green eyes swept around the room before landing on the man? Monster? Hell, Alex didn’t know what he was, he just knew it was time to get the hell out of there. Wait, did he just say prince? As in vampire prince?

“Oh no you don’t,” the prince snarled and grabbed Alex’s arm.

“You can’t keep me here!” Alex shouted.

“You belong to me. I can do whatever I damn well please,” the vampire snapped back.

Alex shook his head in fear and denial. Oh god, he was going to die!

 

To be continued…

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Irresistible Moonlight

Hello everyone and welcome to Wednesday's Briefs! For those of you new to the group, every Wednesday, a group of authors post a flash fiction of 500-1000 words using either a verbal or pictorial prompt. This week, I have chosen a picture. Folks, this is also a new story. I know that Jordan's Second Chance is not complete and I have not forgotten it, I just wanted to write something else.

Alex Randall is a college student and new in town. He longs for adventure, but often has to settle for the excitement of watching old reruns with his cousin, Robbie. When Robbie surprised Alex and suggests a night out, will Alex find the adventure he's been searching for, or will he uncover the monster of his nightmares? I hope you enjoy this first addition.

Happy reading,

TC  

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Irresistible Moonlight

 

Chapter One  

 

“Ugh, you are so borrring!” Alex Randall whined to his cousin, Robbie Landsing.

It was Friday night and Robbie once again, wanted to stay home! Alex didn’t want to stay home, he wanted to go out and have fun. He wanted to shake his ass at the club and meet new people. Unfortunately, not only was he new in town with no friends or car, but payday wasn’t for another week.

So that left convincing stuck-in-the-mud Robbie to go out. When Robbie’s blond brow rose, Alex felt the door of doom slam in his face with a sinister laugh. It was going to be another long night of watching reruns.

“Actually, you know what?” Robbie said, standing from the brown suede sofa in the family room and shocking the crap out of Alex. “There’s a new club opening downtown, let’s check it out.

“I’m going to get ready now,” Alex said. He raced down the hallway to his room before Robbie changed his mind.

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Alex tapped his feet to the music thumping through the loud speakerphones in the club. His excitement at being in a club might seem extreme to some, but Alex had only been in town for a month and he was dying to hold a conversation with someone other than Robbie.

“Don’t go too far. I need to be able to see you and I don’t want you wandering off with some stranger,” Robbie shouted in his ear.

Alex winced and nodded. He knew Robbie only said that because his parents had asked him to keep an eye on Alex. Alex wandered to the edge of the dance floor and watched the gyrating bodies with longing. He wanted to dance, but had two left feet. Alex shook his head, he could see himself doing a face-plant in the middle of the dance floor.

“I’m going to the bar, would you like a Sprite?” Robbie asked.

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks,” Alex shouted back. Alex hated the taste of alcohol and one whiff of the strong stuff could send him to the porcelain king. He was thankful Robbie didn’t tease him as much as his family did back home.  

Strong hands gripped Alex’s waist and slowly led him onto the dance floor. Alarm gripped Alex and he struggled. “Ah, no! I don’t dance!”

“Shh, you’re with me. There’s no need to fight, it’s all right,” a deep, velvety voice crooned into his ear.

Calm washed over Alex, fogging his mind. He tilted his head back, wanting to see if the man looked as good as he sounded. Eyes the color of midnight held Alex captive and he found himself falling under the stranger’s spell.

“You will come with me and give me whatever I desire,” the stranger whispered into Alex’s ear.

Alex nodded, his mind enveloped in white mist. A trickle of alarm captured Alex’s attention but was immediately washed away by the white mist when the stranger began to guide Alex away from the dance floor and up a flight of stairs. No alarm triggered when the stranger brought him to an office, sat on the sofa and positioned Alex to straddle him. But as the stranger ran his fingers through Alex’s curly brown hair and tilted his head back, a sense of danger finally penetrated the white mist.

“Your life for mine,” the stranger said and struck.

Alex screamed when he felt the man bit his neck and begin to suckle. Alex struggled, trying to get away. How did this happen? Who was this man? The last thing he remembered was Robbie asking if he wanted a Sprite.  Oh god, where was Robbie?

Shh, calm yourself and give yourself to me, the stranger whispered into his mind.

No! Robbie wailed in his mind when he felt his thoughts began to scatter and white mist once again encased him. What was going to happen to him?

 

To be continued …

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Jordan's Second Chance 4.2

Hey everyone and welcome to another addition to Wednesday's Briefs. For the newbies of the group, each week authors get together and write flash fiction of 500-1000 words using a verbal or pictorial prompt. This week, I am using the verbal prompt, "You lit up my life and made the darkness go away."

This week, we continue 'Jordan's Second Chance.' Jordan finally claims Wynter as his mate, but what will Wynter's reaction be when he learns of the decisions Jordan has made without consulting him? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Happy reading,

TC

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Jordan’s Second Chance 4.2

            “Are you ready?” Jordan asked. Wynter lay on the queen-sized bed, his body a sacrificial offering to the caged leopard beneath Jordan’s skin.

            Wynter held his arms out to Jordan, his breathing ragged. “I’ve been ready since the moment I first saw you at the park. Claim me.” Wynter wanted to belong to Jordan. He craved it like a drug.

            Jordan groaned and leaned forward, capturing Wynter’s lips in a hungry kiss. Jordan shuddered as Wynter wrapped his legs around his waist. Jordan broke the kiss, his lips traveling down the side of Wynter’s neck. Wynter shivered, tilting his head to allow greater access. He loved the heaviness of Jordan’s body pressing him into the bed. Wynter also loved the feeling of Jordan’s sinewy build surrounding him. Pre-cum leaked from the slit of his hard cock. Wynter writhed, moaning and arching his hips. The friction of their cocks rubbing together was amazing, but Wynter needed more.

            “Please Jordan, I need more.”

            “Patience,” Jordan murmured.

            Jordan’s tongue circled the pink-hued nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Wynter howled, the intensity almost too much. His fingers gripped the thick strands of Jordan’s hair, searching for an anchor.

            Wynter let out a strangled gasp as he felt Jordan’s hand whisper down his chest and stomach to grab his cock. His thumb circled the sensitive tip, spreading the creamy liquid and heightening Wynter’s pleasure. Wynter’s thighs fell further apart as he arched into the touch.

            “Nightstand,” Wynter gasped.

            Jordan chuckled and reached into the drawer, grabbing the bottle of lube inside. He gazed down at Wynter and arched a brow. “Is this what you want?” he teased.

            “I will kill you. Fuck me now and play later!” Wynter growled, his body on fire. Licks of flames spread throughout his body, the feeling intensified as Jordan’s thumb continued to circle the head of his erection.

            The amber glow in Jordan’s eyes deepened. Wynter heard the snick of the bottle opening and then felt a finger circling his hole. “I’m going to hold you to those words. Next time, I’m going to take my time and kiss every inch of your skin. Then, I’m going to slowly suck your cock, but I’m not going to let you come until my cock is buried deep into your ass.”

            Wynter moaned, panting. As Jordan described in vivid detail what he was going to do to his body, he’d slowly inserted his fingers until he had three buried in his ass. Jordan scissored his fingers, grazing Wynter’s prostrate. Jordan withdrew his fingers and lubed his cock. He slowly pushed the head of his erection into Wynter and paused, giving Wynter’s body time to adjust before pushing the rest of the way in until he was buried to the hilt.

            Wynter reached out and Jordan clasped their hands together. His lips captured Wynter’s as their tongues dueled.  Wynter felt as if he was drowning. He’d never felt this level of pleasure before and knew he would never get tired of it. Wynter broke the kiss and arched his hips.

            “Ready, baby?” Jordan asked, his voice hoarse.

            Wynter nodded, unable to speak. Jordan slowly pushed back and then began to thrust. Wynter screamed, loving how Jordan didn’t hold back. Wynter’s breathing became choppy as he met Jordan thrust for thrust. Jordan angled his hips, his cock brushing Wynter’s prostrate with every thrust.

            “Touch yourself,” Jordan gasped, guiding Wynter’s fingers to his cock.

            Wynter wrapped his hand around his straining erection and tugged once, twice. His balls drew tight, desperate for release. Jordan slammed into Wynter’s stretched hole and growled, “Come now!”

            Wynter howled Jordan’s name and came, the rush intense. Jordan growled, his canines lengthening. Wynter arched his neck and Jordan struck, claiming Wynter for all time. Wynter gasped as he felt a knot extend from Jordan’s cock and latch onto his prostrate. He glanced up in wonder when he felt Jordan’s leopard brush against his own. At that moment, he felt everything that Jordan did and the overload sent Wynter into the comforting darkness of oblivion.

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            Wynter lay snuggled against Jordan, his head resting on Jordan’s firm chest. He’d regained consciousness a few moments ago and was comfortable in safety of his mate’s arms.” Where did you go after you left here?” Wynter asked, referring to the errands Jordan had said he needed to run.

            “I went to see a friend of mine. He’s in the security business and I trust him with my life.”

Suspicion filled Wynter. “What did you do?”

            “I hired him as your bodyguard,” Jordan replied, unrepentant.

            “You did what?”

            “I hired a bodyguard for you until we learn the identity of our psycho stalker.”

            “How could you do that without talking with me about it first?” Wynter would've appreciated being asked.

            Jordan growled and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “You lit up my life and made the darkness go away. I am not going to chance losing you now that I’ve finally found you. You’re just going to have to deal.”

            Wynter wanted to melt at Jordan’s confession, but knew he needed to address Jordan’s highhandedness before it became a habit. “You still should have consulted me. You went and hired a freaking bodyguard for me! Don’t you think I had a right to know?”

            “I will not yield on this issue, nor am I sorry for wanting to keep the man I love safe,” Jordan said, getting up from the bed. He grabbed Wynter’s hand and pulled him up. “Get dressed and let’s go meet your new bodyguard.”

To be continued...

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Jordan's Second Chance 4.1

Hey everyone and welcome to another Wednesday's Briefs. For those new to the group, every Wednesday, authors write flash fiction using either a pictorial or verbal prompt. This week, I am going to use both; a pictorial prompt and the verbal prompt, "I'll give you a hand."

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 …

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Jordan's Second Chance 3.3

Hey everyone and welcome to Wednesday's Briefs. For those new to the group, every week a group of authors write a flash fiction using either a verbal or written prompt. This week, I've chosen the verbal prompt, "Did you say..."

This week we'll continue with Jordan's Second Chance. Now that Jordan has re-opened the wounds of his past, can he finally rid himself of the guilt that has been haunting him, or will he succumb to the dark emotions riding him and risk losing the man he's come to love? I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Happy reading,

TC

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Jordan’s Second Chance 3.3

 

            Jordan’s eyes widened as he stepped back. “Excuse me? What did you say?”

            Wynter waved a hand in dismissal. Jordan was doing the same thing Wynter had when he’d found out about his parents’ murders. “You are not God! You are doing the same thing I did when my parents were murdered. I thought that if I hadn’t been born or was born normal, then they wouldn’t have had to die.”

            “That’s not your fault,” Jordan said.

            Wynter arched his brow and crossed his arms.

            “It’s not the same thing!” Jordan growled.

            “A drunk driver killed your wife. Even if you had been in the car, then you could have died as well, leaving Lucas all alone in the world,” Wynter said softly, moving closer and placing his hands on Jordan’s chest.

            Jordan dragged Wynter closer and buried his face in the crook of his mate’s neck. He hadn’t thought of it like that. Wynter was right. If he had been in the car that night then he could have been killed, leaving Lucas an orphan. Jordan shuddered, horrified. Lucas was the most important person in his life. He’d gotten Jordan through the debilitating pain of losing Sarah Marie. They’d only had each other and Jordan couldn’t imagine a life without the little guy.

            Jordan cleared his throat and stepped back. “Maybe you’re right. I hadn’t thought about it like that, but I … I,” Jordan paused, unable to go on.

            “It’s all right, I understand. Guilt is a powerful tool and our way of thinking is not going to change overnight. One day at a time,” Wynter soothed, grabbing Jordan’s hands.

            Jordan’s gaze bounced around the room and Wynter could tell the man was embarrassed. “Uh, right. That’ll be kind of … yeah. I need to check on Lucas,” Jordan said, practically running from the room.

            Wynter watched Jordan head into the family room and sighed. His heart ached from the pain his mate was feeling, but Wynter knew this was a journey Jordan had to travel alone. The only thing he could do was be there for him and offer his silent support. Even though they hadn’t known each other long, Wynter was falling hard for the man. Wynter also adored Lucas. He’d never thought about having children of his own, but already he couldn’t picture life without the little boy.

            Wynter walked into the family room, smiling when he saw Lucas and Jordan sitting side-by-side speaking animatedly to each other. Lucas’s cheeks were flushed with excitement as he waved his small hands around.

            “What’s going on guys?” Wynter asked, sitting in the recliner.

            “We’re having a little disagreement. The little twerp seems to be delusional. He thinks that Ice Man is better than Wolverine.”

            “But Dad, he is! Ice Man is awesome!” Lucas said, bouncing with excitement.

            “Ice man is awesome,” Jordan agreed, then added, “Awesomely lame. Who cares that he can make a snowboard out of ice? Now, Wolverine on the other hand …”

            Wynter doubled over with laughter when Lucas shifted and head-butted Jordan. Wynter wiped the tears from his eyes when Nana walked into the room, holding the phone out to him. Wynter grinned at the question in her eyes as he took the phone. “Hello,” he answered.

            “Do you know what he did? Do you know the type of monster he is?” A feminine voice asked.

            Wynter’s heart beat quickened and his palms began to sweat. “Who is this?” he whispered. How did this unknown woman know him? How did she get his number?

            “Someone you’ll see very soon.”

 

To be continued …

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