Devil's Kiss (Sunset Cove #2) (34 page)

This was the only moment in this entire scenario where
he
was calling the shots, and he thought it was only fair to make Jordan wait it out a little. That was until he saw one of Jordan’s eyebrows arch.
 

Busted.

Before he could utter a word, Jordan pulled out of him and then he surged forward in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck.” Derek’s curse was loud, and the answering response from Jordan was to do it again. He shifted back and slid his length free until the tip was barely inside of him and then,
holy shit
, plowed back in.
 

Derek pushed up on his hands and moved into the man behind him, giving as good as he was getting as they moved together in a savage mating. At one point Jordan moved down to brace a hand on the bed and wrap the other around his neck as he kissed Derek’s cheek and took him hard, just as he fucking loved it.

Derek shouted as teeth bit his lobe, and the laugh in his ear was arrogant as fuck as Jordan let him have it. Derek reached back and wrapped a hand around Jordan’s neck, holding him in place as he craned his head back and sank his teeth into Jordan’s jaw and begged, “Give it to me.”

Jordan raised his head and brushed a surprisingly soft kiss across his lips, and when he said, “Always,” Derek’s heart almost stopped.

Jordan moved away to take hold of his waist, and Derek groaned as the thick shaft inside him lodged impossibly deeper. Jordan rolled his hips and pushed in and out of him with more power than anyone would think he possessed from looking at him. The muscles in Derek’s arm flexed as they held him in place, and Derek thought it was telling how well Jordan knew him by the exact way he positioned himself so he could reach beneath him to take a hold of his dick and stroke.

Derek arched his head back and growled, and to his own ears he sounded like a wild fucking animal. He was going out of his mind, drowning in a sea of sexual nirvana. Then Jordan lowered down behind him and bit his shoulder and Derek shouted his name so loud, he made his own fucking ears hurt.

The man destroying every semblance of thought in his head then moved to take up a fixed position on his knees behind him, and Derek took over milking his own cock.

He closed his eyes as Jordan methodically took him, and it was rough and raw but at the same time so intimate it made every shit thing that had happened with his father vanish.
 

It was exactly what Derek needed as his orgasm slammed into him, and then Jordan’s fingers dug into his skin and Derek heard him shout out his name as he came too.

Goddamn.
When Jordan was buried inside him, the rest of the world disappeared, and as soon as he could string two coherent sentences together, Derek was going to work out a way to tell him that and ask when they could start over again.

* * *
 

“BETTER?” JORDAN ASKED as he collapsed to the bed beside Derek’s brawny frame.
 

Hot damn
, his body and mind felt as though it were levitating somewhere above the mattress the both of them were stretched out on. His limbs were loose and his eyes were having trouble staying open, but the delicious feeling of lethargy was a satisfying one, and so was the way his heart squeezed at the one word that just met his ears.

“Much.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I had no idea how much seeing him again would affect me. And you know, even though the asshole is sick, he still had the audacity to threaten me.
Me
. The one person who shouldn’t even fucking be there helping. I’m such an idiot.”

“No. You’re not an idiot. You’re a human being. Which is more than I can say for him.”

Derek turned his head then to face Jordan, and all of the tension that had been evident when he’d arrived was gone. “Yeah, I know you’re right. It’s just difficult to wrap your mind around it when it’s happening. It’s hard not to hate yourself for going and helping in the first fucking place.” Derek looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, sighed, and then looked back. A slow smile stretched across his lips. “But damn, Jordan. That side of you, I swear. I’ll never get used to it.”

Jordan knew exactly what he was referring to. He was aware that his sexual preferences and appetite often shocked those he was with. But Derek had been the first he’d warned from the get-go, and eagerly met him head-on.
 

“Are you complaining?”

“Hell no. And you know it.”

Jordan pushed up onto his hands and leaned in to kiss Derek’s cheek. “That’s what I like to hear.”

“Of course it is. You’re totally arrogant.”

Jordan got off the bed and scowled at Derek where he lay with his hands behind his head, his gorgeous body on full display. “Well, that’s rude.”

“Don’t try and deny it. It’s one of the reasons you’re such a phenomenal fuck.”
 

“Derek!”

Derek chuckled. “How are you embarrassed right now? You know exactly who you are and you don’t apologize for it—ever. That’s totally hot.”

Jordan pursed his lips as he thought that over and then grinned, deciding to take the compliment as he turned on the balls of his feet. “I’ll be back. I’m going to shower, and you, my filthy-mouthed friend, know where the other bathroom is. You may go and use that.”

“I can’t use yours?”

Jordan aimed a look over his shoulder as he continued walking through to the bathroom. “No. I don’t shower with people who call me arrogant.”

As he stepped inside, he heard Derek shout, “I also said you were a phenomenal—”

Jordan slammed the bathroom door before Derek could finish, but not before he could hide his laughter.

Punk.
 

* * *

AFTER WASHING UP, Jordan strolled back into his bedroom and eyed Derek where he was stretched out as though he hadn’t moved. The damp hair, however, proved otherwise.

“So, can I ask you a question?” Jordan asked, and threw his towel over the chaise. “I was thinking about it in the shower, and it’s something I’ve always wanted to know but never really thought it was my place to ask.”
 

As Jordan came around the side of the bed, Derek rolled to his stomach, and the view of all that taut skin on display was too much to resist. Jordan climbed into bed and scooted in until he was practically glued to Derek’s side, and then he flung one of his legs over Derek’s to settle it between his thick outstretched thighs. He put a hand under his cheek and waited for Derek to look him in the eye.

“
You,
Jordan Devaney
,
held back on something you want to know? That’s fucking shocking.”

“I’ll have you know, there’s a lot of things about me that I’m sure would shock you.”

“Oh, I have no doubt.”
 

Refusing to be distracted, Jordan shifted closer. He’d wanted the answer to this question ever since he’d met Derek, so there was no way he was going to miss out on the opportunity to ask now that he had him there pliant and relaxed.

“So…” he started, and then frowned.
 

“Are you nervous?”

“No.”

“You
are
nervous,” Derek teased, immediately raising the hackles on Jordan’s back.

“I am
not
nervous, I just—”

“What?”
 

“Oh, fine,” he finally said. “You and Daniel, were you ever…” He left the obvious interpretation of what he meant hanging in the air.

Derek eyed him with great consideration and then raised an eyebrow. “Were we ever…?”

Jordan bristled at being the object of Derek’s amusement. He pushed up on his hand and glowered at the man now laughing up at him.

“You
know
what I mean.”

“Oh, right. You mean running buddies?” Derek asked, and flashed a grin that had Jordan shoving his shoulder. But before he could retract his hand, Derek took hold of it and tackled him so that Jordan was underneath him. Jordan squirmed halfheartedly, and when it was clear he was going nowhere, he stopped and decided his next best option was to glare Derek to death.

“You’re really damn cute when you’re pissed off.”

“You didn’t think I was too cute earlier when I had my—”

“Uh uh,” Derek said, and cut him off by pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “You asked me a question.”

“And you were a shit about it. So what’s new?”

Derek rocked his hips against Jordan, and he spread his thighs, letting the infuriating man settle between his legs.

“Aww, and now you’re pouting. See? Cute. Wrap your legs around me. I like how it feels.”
 

“Maybe. If you answer me.”
 

Jordan shuddered as Derek nuzzled into his neck to kiss him, but then gave in and wound his legs over the top of Derek’s thighs, stroking his hands down his spine.

“What was the question again?” Derek asked, and when Jordan pinched his ass, he laughed and said, “Okay, okay. Me and Danny boy, huh?” He laughed harder as the words left his mouth, and then he shook his head. “How long have you been wanting to ask me that?”

Jordan gave him a pointed look that said,
Answer the damn question
, which made Derek laugh all over again.

“It’s not that funny, Derek.”

“It kinda is.”

“It is not. That first year, you two were inseparable, and then—”

“And then we had different classes, busy workloads, and for me, a really bad home life. We fell apart, drifted—it happens.”

Jordan frowned, still not satisfied with that answer.
Ugh, fine. If I have to spell it out for him.
“So you broke up?”

“No.”

“No?” He let out an exasperated breath. “Are you being purposely obtuse?”

“Maybe? If you want to ask me something, then just ask. I’ll answer.”

“Fine. Were you sleeping with Daniel Finley? As in fucking him? And so help me God, if you give me some ridiculous answer I will murder you and chop your body into a thousand tiny pieces and scatter them all over. And before you doubt me, remember how smart I am. I could totally get away with it.”

Derek kissed his lips then whispered, “No. I wasn’t fucking Finn.”
 

Jordan opened his mouth, about to demand to know if Daniel was the one doing the—

“And Finn hasn’t
ever
fucked me. Happy?”

Jordan wasn’t sure why, but this new piece of information made him incredibly happy. He aimed a grin at Derek and nodded, which made Derek laugh all over again.

“What?”

“I was just thinking how ironic this conversation is.”

“Why? It’s not like it’s such a stretch of the imagination. I remember catching you two one day outside my classroom holding hands, and…”

Derek rolled them to their sides and nodded. “Yep, I remember. You got pissed off.”

“I did not,” Jordan protested.

“Yeah, you did.”

“
Any
way, why is it ironic?”

“Because I had a total hard-on for you and Daniel wanted to jump Hayes. I guess you could say we were very happy to be studying
under
our professors.”

Jordan laughed and shifted to his back. “Deviants, the both of you.”

“Sure, Devaney. Keep blaming me for the fact we’re both naked and in your bed right now.”

“It’s true. I heard all about the way Daniel Finley chased Brantley during college, but you acted as if you were too busy to be in this bed with me…so, I never really knew if you were interested or just running your mouth to annoy me.”

“I was very interested. Which you found out the night you danced around your house to Britney Spears.”

Jordan hummed, thinking of that delicious memory. “Yes, I remember. It
was
obvious after that night. You’re right.”

“Oh yeah. What gave me away? The way I almost came in your hand?”

“Cheeky.”

“You were so fucking hot that night. If I hadn’t had an exam the next day…”

“Mhmm.” Jordan molded his body against Derek’s side, and before he knew he was going to, he heard himself ask, “So, why me?”

Derek chuckled. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, Derek. We aren’t exactly a likely pair.”

“Maybe,” he said, then turned his head on the pillow. “But from the very beginning we always, I don’t know, found each other. More often than not in the middle of arguments or—”

“Sex?”

“Yes,” Derek agreed, and reached across to take Jordan’s hand. “But it’s more than just sex. You ground me. You make me believe in the impossible. You make it all seem obtainable. And you make me want to be better…for you.”
 

Jordan’s breath caught when Derek placed a kiss in his palm and then laid it over his heart. The move was so uncharacteristic of Derek, and so intimate for them, that Jordan recognized it for what it was.

This was another perfect moment.
 

He’d been accused of missing the first one, where Derek had told him he loved him, but Jordan sure as hell wasn’t going to miss this. He gently kissed Derek’s mouth, about to tell him how much he meant to him when the intercom buzzed and life intruded.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

DEREK CLOSED HIS eyes as Jordan got off the bed and grabbed a robe from the closet. He heard Jordan huff as he walked over to the intercom panel in the bedroom and then mutter, “Perfect timing.”

Pressing down on the button, he said, “
Hello
,” sounding extremely put out.

“J?”

The female voice was unfamiliar to Derek, but if the way Jordan’s hand flew off the button and he looked at him with huge eyes, she wasn’t to Jordan.

“Jordan?”

“Oh my God,” he said, and before Derek could ask what the problem was, the intercom started buzzing again. “Oh. My.
God
.”

Derek laughed at the usually put together man as he kind of…well, fell the fuck apart. “Jordan? You gonna get that? Who is it?”

Jordan shook his head and then rushed across his room toward the bathroom. When he came out with Derek’s shorts and shirt in his hands and tossed them on the bed, Derek frowned.

“Put them on. We don’t have long.”

Not having a clue what was going on, Derek sat up and reached for his shorts. He’d just pulled them up and was making a grab for his shirt when a woman called throughout the penthouse.