Brazen Girl by Ali Dean Page 0,43
on bad days. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that even if it felt safer to stay on the east coast, I wouldn’t be any happier. Guess I’m a California girl now.”
“California girl, skater girl, my girl. You’re where you should be.”
Jordan catches air as we exit the track, and I lose our connection for a second. She glances behind her though, and I catch up, wrapping my arms around her waist as we come to a stop.
“I have a secret to tell you,” I whisper in her ear.
“Yeah? What’s that?” Her head turns slightly, and the feel of her breath along my collarbone makes me wish we were alone.
“I’ll tell you later tonight,” I promise.
“That’s not very nice, Beck.”
“It’s the best way to get you to invite me over after this.”
Jordan gives me that giggle that’s only for me. “That’s right, the lease ended on your guys’ place. What, you don’t want to invite me to your mom’s?”
“Oh, I’ll invite you there. Or we can stay in the van in some random parking lot. Whatever you want, but I figured if I dangled a carrot it would increase my odds of spending the night together.”
“I almost forgot how dorky you could be, Beckett Steele.”
She turns in my arms, and I lean down, about to kiss her, before Naomi interrupts us. “All right you two, break it up, break it up.”
Summer skates up beside her. “Yeah, we’re totally swooning seeing you together again here, but we aren’t the only ones around.”
Jordan steps back on her board, putting some space between us. “They all look like bikers to me. We’re safe.”
For a girl who ran from public scrutiny not too long ago, she’s pretty laid back about the PDA this time around.
“I guess it doesn’t matter so much anymore,” Summer relents. “Filming’s over and the season finale’s next week. But I’m still gonna try to keep you two from getting yourselves in a pickle!”
“A pickle?” I ask, not sure if that really just came out of Summer’s mouth.
“She’s trying out new phrases,” Naomi offers, like that explains it.
“I’m starving!” Griff calls as he skates toward us. “I’ve got no clue what time it is or what time my body thinks it is but I’m about ready to eat and crash.”
“Works for me,” I say easily. I’m probably hungry and tired too but all I can really think about is being alone with Jordan. I’m too excited about being with her to think about basic things like eating or sleeping.
I already warned my mom I wouldn’t see her until tomorrow, so after dropping off the others in Callaway, we head to Jordan’s new place. It’s a condo Lucy’s parents decided to buy as an investment while she’s in school the next three years. There are four bedrooms, so each girl gets her own room. The complex is nice, with a pool and a little gym.
Not that Jordan gives me a tour. No, she explains all this before leading me straight to her bedroom.
“So, what’s the secret?” she asks as soon as the door shuts behind us.
“Can I at least kiss you first? I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
She answers by grabbing my shirt and slamming her mouth into mine. My hand slides up her thigh, pulling it up and around my waist. There’s a live wire between us, the energy in the bedroom electric. We grab at each other, wanting to be closer. I really was only asking for a kiss, but I should have known better. Nearly four months of anticipation has both of us wild, and before I know it Jordan’s tugging down my pants and then hopping on one foot trying to get hers off as quickly as possible.
She pushes me back on the bed for her favorite position, straddling me and then sinking all the way down on my length. Finally, we both let out a breath. Fully connected, our mouths part as we look at each, recognizing neither one of us has truly taken a deep breath since we said good bye in Connecticut months ago.
After a beat, Jordan huffs out a little sound. “Sorry, I had no idea how bad I wanted this, needed this. Man, I go a little crazy after not seeing you for a while, huh?” My mind jumps to the last time she got me alone, at her parents’ house, after months without each other.
“At least I’m not alone in feeling this way,” I tell her as I thrust