Chapter 114: 114 | The Girl Who Doesn’t Share Well
"Mmm." Chloe seemed mollified, laying her head back down. "Your mom’s going to hate me."
"She’s going to love you." Jordan rubbed her shoulder reassuringly. "And my dad won’t care as long as you’re not asking me for money."
Chloe stiffened. "I would never ask you for money."
"I know that. I’m saying that’s all he cares about."
"He thinks I’m a gold digger?"
"No! Jesus, Chloe." Jordan sat up, forcing her to look at him. "My dad hasn’t even met you yet. He has no opinion. I’m just saying, when we do meet them tomorrow, they’re going to see how amazing you are, and how happy you make me, and they’re going to love you. Okay?"
Chloe bit her lip, not looking convinced. "What should I wear?"
"Something nice but not too fancy. Giuliano’s is upscale-casual."
"Does that mean dress and heels or blouse and slacks?"
Jordan blinked. "Uh..."
"You don’t know, do you?"
"Not a clue."
Chloe laughed, the tension breaking. "You’re useless."
"I’m a guy. We don’t know these things."
"Well, your dad clearly dressed up enough to impress your mom at some point, or you wouldn’t be here."
Jordan made a face. "Can we please not talk about my parents’ dating life while we’re both naked?"
"Fair point." Chloe set her phone down and rolled on top of him, straddling his waist. "What should we talk about instead?"
Jordan’s hands automatically went to her hips, his thumbs brushing over the indents where her hipbones pressed against smooth skin. "Who says we need to talk at all?"
Chloe tilted her head, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder. With the afternoon sun streaming through her window, she looked like something out of a dream—all golden light and shadow, curves and valleys that his hands itched to explore again.
"Round three?" she asked, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"I mean, if you insist."
She leaned down, her lips hovering just above his. "I insist."
But instead of kissing him, she pulled back and grabbed her phone again.
"Wait, what? I thought—"
"One second." Chloe opened her text messages. "I’m asking Kumiko what to wear tomorrow."
Jordan groaned. "You’re killing me."
"Patience." She fired off a quick text, then tossed her phone aside. "Now, where were we?"
She didn’t wait for an answer before pressing her lips to his, her tongue slipping into his mouth with practiced ease. Jordan responded instantly, his hands sliding up her back to tangle in her hair.
"Mmm." Chloe pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips. "You’re all mine, you know that? No matter what your parents think of me."
The possessiveness in her voice sent heat straight to his core. "All yours."
"Good." She rolled her hips, grinding against his hardness. "Because I don’t share well."
Jordan swallowed, thinking about the inheritance lie he’d told her. About how he’d eventually need to find two more girlfriends to satisfy his grandfather’s fictional will. About how he’d have to convince Chloe to be okay with that arrangement.
But those were problems for another day. Right now, with Chloe’s warm, naked body moving against his, her lips trailing fire down his neck, her hands everywhere at once—right now, all he wanted to be was hers.
"Chloe," he groaned as she reached between them to guide him inside her.
"Ah!" Her back arched as she sank down on him, taking him fully in one slow, smooth motion. "Fuck, Jordan. You feel so good."
His brain short-circuited as her tight heat enveloped him. No matter how many times they did this, he never got used to the overwhelming sensation of being inside her.
"You okay?" he managed, hands gripping her thighs.
"More than okay." Chloe began to move, rising and falling in a rhythm that had them both panting within minutes. "You’re so deep like this. Feels like... Ahh!"
Her words dissolved into moans as Jordan thrust upward to meet her movements. The bed creaked beneath them, a steady soundtrack to their lovemaking.
"Look at me," Jordan commanded, and Chloe’s eyes snapped to his. "I want to see your face when you come."
"Oh god." Her movements became more frantic, less coordinated. "Jordan, I’m close."
"Already?" He couldn’t help the smugness in his voice.
"Shut up. It’s—ah!—it’s your fault."
Jordan slid one hand between them, his thumb finding the spot that made her scream. Chloe’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open.
"Oh! Oh fuck, Jordan! I’m—I’m—"
Her body seized around him, walls pulsing as she came. The sight of her—head thrown back, breasts bouncing, face twisted in pleasure—pushed Jordan right to the edge.
"Chloe, I’m gonna—"
"Inside," she gasped. "I want to feel you."
That was all it took. Jordan gripped her hips and slammed her down as he erupted inside her, his vision blacking out for a moment as pleasure crashed through him.
"Ahhhh! Yes, yes, yes!" Chloe cried out as she felt him pulsing inside her, prolonging her own orgasm.
The Ceaseless Discharge trait kicked in, and Jordan kept coming long after he should have been spent. Chloe’s eyes widened at the sensation.
"Holy shit," she whispered, collapsing onto his chest as the last waves of pleasure rippled through both of them. "That was... intense."
Jordan wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath. He could feel wetness between their bodies where he’d spilled out of her, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about the mess.
"We’re really good at that," he murmured into her hair.
"Mmm. The best." Chloe nuzzled into his neck, her breath warm against his skin. "Maybe we should skip dinner with your parents and just do this all night instead."
"Tempting. But my mom would hunt us down."
"Scary."
"You have no idea."
They lay tangled together, sweat cooling on their skin, neither willing to move just yet. Jordan traced lazy patterns on Chloe’s back, marveling at how soft she was, how perfectly she fit against him.
His phone buzzed from somewhere on the floor, but he ignored it. The System could wait. Whatever notifications or quests or rewards it had for him weren’t as important as this moment, with Chloe’s heartbeat steady against his chest and her breathing slowing as she drifted toward sleep.
"We should shower," he whispered, even as his own eyes grew heavy.
"Five minutes," Chloe mumbled. "Just gimme five minutes."
"Okay." Jordan pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Five minutes."
