instantly to her nakedness, even before she starts shimmying out of her jeans and underwear. “You still trying to decide if you’re mad?” she asks just before the final piece of clothing is tossed aside and she’s completely nude.
“Uh, mad? No, not mad anymore.”
“Good, take your pants off.”
“Yup, sure, I can do that.”
I feel her soaking in every inch of me with her eyes just as I am doing to her. When I remove the last of my own clothing, I close the distance between us. My lips and hands can’t decide which part of her body they want contact with most. Jordan’s mouth and hands are equally greedy, searing my chest and shoulders, biceps, and abs with their touches. She doesn’t stop until I’m on my knees, my face between her legs and my hands on her ass. Her hands rest on my head, fingers twined in my hair. It doesn’t take long before her legs begin to shake and I’m supporting her weight, watching under my eyelashes as her head drops back. One of these days we’ll be alone and she won’t have to hold back the sounds I want to hear. But the visual of Jordan losing herself like this is enough, for now.
Guiding her to the bed, I let her hazy eyes come back into focus as I hover on my elbows above her. “Everyone’s talking about what you did on Saturday in Vancouver. There was more talk about you and your 720 at the meetings this morning than there was about the collaboration.”
Jordan blinks a few times. “We’re still talking about this?”
“I decided on how I felt about missing out on seeing it in person, and it’s not that I’m mad at you. It’s that I’m jealous of everyone else who got to witness it. They’re all bragging about it on social media, talking about you and your performance like they know you better than I do, and I don’t like it.”
I’m only able to say this aloud because she’s still looking slightly dazed.
“You’re jealous? But Beck, you’ve seen me land a 720, you were the first one to see it. That’s a weird thing to be jealous about,” she murmurs, even as her hands move between us. I can’t hide the hard length bobbing around between our bodies.
“I know. I guess I need to get used to having a famous girlfriend.” She’s figured out how to handle being with me, and now it’s my turn.
Jordan’s eyes widen slightly like it’s finally hitting her this boost in stardom might not be a temporary blip. “I should be the one with mixed feelings about it. A year ago any attention I didn’t ask for was a negative thing. But now? Now it’s different.”
“You asked for it though, didn’t you? And that’s not a bad thing. You knew what the outcome would be if you showed the world what you’re capable of.”
“Yeah, that’s the difference. I wanted to hide it before, but now, I know that if I’m going to be with you…” I can’t hide my glower at the word “if.” Jordan tilts up the side of her mouth, recognizing her poor word choice. “Since I’m with you and that won’t be changing,” she amends, “I will get attention one way or the other. So I want it to be on my terms. I want it to be indisputable that I belong in the pro circuit, not because Griff is doing you a favor, or anything like that, but because I can do tricks no other girls can do.”
She’s wiggling as she explains all this, shifting up on the bed, widening her legs, and now wrapping them around my waist. I’m trying real hard to maintain concentration on the conversation, but as she guides me to her entrance, I give up my efforts. Sliding inside, I tell her one more thing before the sensations wipe out my ability to speak coherently. “You might have the world’s attention now for your skateboarding prowess just like you intended. They might not even care who your boyfriend is anymore. But you were my Hotshot first. And you always will be.”
Chapter Sixteen
Jordan
“Beck! You can’t say that on international television!” I’m sputtering as I jump out of my seat on the couch in our condo.
Zora smacks my leg from her spot on the other couch. “Sit down!” she hisses. “It’s not over yet.” I glance at the rest of my roommates, entranced by Eileen and Beck talking about me on the