DARK (13 page)

58

Jordan opened the master bedroom door, noticing the bed was empty. She walked naked into the bathroom, her skin sticky from chocolate sauce and strawberry remains.

To her shock, Logan was standing over the toilet. “Oh shit!” Jordan said, instantly feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

Logan turned. “It’s okay. Do you want to help?”

“Help with what?”

He formed a sly grin. “Hold my cock while I pee.”

Jordan put up her hands. “I have to draw the line somewhere on my sexual explorations.”

“Okay, but have you ever wondered what it felt like?”

“Actually, no.” Jordan smacked him on the ass. “Just take your piss and meet me in the shower.”

“Will do.”

Jordan turned on the water, stepped in, noticing there was a bench. She liked showers that had this, because it was easier for her to shave her legs. (And other things.) However, she had a different plan for this bench.

Jordan quickly shampooed her hair and washed off. When she turned around, Logan entered and sat on the bench while stroking his massive cock.

Jordan stepped forward. “I bet you and Lori use that bench quite a bit.”

“At least once a week,” Logan said. “Why don’t you turn around and sit on this cock.”

“You’re such a romantic,” Jordan teased. “But I suppose we are passed the shy stage.”

“Are you going to sit on this cock or not?” Logan asked with a smile.

“If I must...” She slowly turned, bent slightly over, giving Logan a preview of what he was about to get. Jordan then eased her pussy down while Logan held his cock upward. Her pussy glided down over the head of his cock. She pulled up, letting the cock release from her pussy, then eased it back down on the tip.

Logan gave her a playful smack on the ass, then grabbed her hips. He pulled her down so that his cock slid deep inside her pussy. He kept going until he stuffed it all the way in.

Jordan leaned back, wrapping one arm around his neck and using her other hand to rub his thick balls. Logan kissed her shoulders, neck, and worked his way up to her chin, turned her head, and kissed her mouth. Their tongues met with eager pleasure.

Jordan pressed her feet against the shower floor and placed one hand on his thigh, while continuing to rub his balls with the other hand. She pushed against his thigh, rising and falling on his enormous cock.

Logan reached around and grabbed both her tits. “Come on, fuck that cock,” he groaned.

Jordan squeezed his balls and bounced up and down on his cock, banging it against the wall of her pussy. Her muscles quivered with an orgasm caused her to tremble with pleasure. She yelped out a scream, followed by a loud, satisfying grunt. She let go of his balls, feel a burning in her thighs from squatting up and down.

Logan grabbed her shoulders and lifted her, then slammed her back down on his cock. He continued doing this until Jordan had another orgasm, followed by another. She reached back and once again rubbed his balls until she felt the pulsation, followed by a gush of cum that brought her to yet another orgasm. Logan thrust the remaining hardness of his cock into her.

Jordan became lightheaded, feeling the wetness of her fifth orgasm.

59

When the limo stopped outside of Jordan’s condo, she took in a deep breath, barely able to move. The Dark Ice had worn off and her insides felt extremely sore. In fact, her breasts, nipples, and ass became one big painful ache. Ryan and Kady, along with one of the bodyguard’s had already been dropped off. She wished one of them were here now to help her upstairs.

The other bodyguard that drove her home had opened the limo door. “You are a looking a bit pale. Everything okay?”

“I’m not feeling that well.”

“Hangover?”

Jordan rolled her eyes up. “Kind of.” She reached for his hand. “Can you please help me up?”

“Sure thing.” The bodyguard pulled her up with is massive hand and guided her to the front door. “Do you need me to come up with you?”

Jordan thought about that for a second. “That would be nice, but I don’t want to-”

The bodyguard was clumped over the head with a beer bottle. It did not break, so the assailant swung again, hitting the bodyguard in the forehead as he dropped to one knee.

To Jordan’s shock, she saw Clayton, looking like the shell of his formal self wearing a wrinkled suit and a thick bandage around his wrist and hand. He swung a third time, hitting the bodyguard on the top of the skull. The bottle shattered as blood drizzled down the bodyguard’s face.

Jordan was about shove Clayton, but he reacted first, slapping her in the cheek with the back of his good hand. The blow was so powerful that she dropped to the ground. Clayton then kicked her in the stomach and grabbed her by the back of the hair. “You fucking slut!” He dragged her by the hair to the front door, then pressed the entry code. “I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are.”

Jordan reached up and grabbed his balls, twisted, then yanked as hard as she could. Clayton released his grip on her hair and stumbled backwards. Jordan crawled away, then got to her feet and jogged to the front of the limo. The bodyguard rolled over and attempted to grab Clayton as he rushed by, but to no avail.

Jordan opened the limo door and crawled inside. She was face first on the front seat, out of strength.

Clayton leaned in and once again grabbed her hair, forcing Jordan to look at him. The eyes on Clayton seemed unfamiliar, filled with psychotic rage that she had never seen before.

“You are such a fucking bitch,” he spat.

Jordan blindly reached for the ignition and searched for the keys to stab him with, but the ignition was empty. She then blindly reached for anything in the front seat as Clayton pressed his tongue on her lips, attempting to shove it in her mouth while continuing to have a firm hold on her hair.

As Jordan reached, she found something. She took hold of it and felt a tiny switch under her thumb. She clicked it, hearing an electric pulsation.

It was a Taser.

Jordan rammed the Tasor on Clayton’s forehead. He screamed and jerked up, hitting his head on the steering wheel. Jordan gripped the Tasor and pressed it on Clayton’s lips. He convulsed in pain, eyes rolling in the back of his head. She then kicked him until he was knocked from the limo and rolling on the ground.

Jordan was about to Tasor him a third time when someone grabbed her hand.

It was the bodyguard, breathing heavy, blood drizzling down his face. “You’ll kill him,” he groaned, holding a cell phone in his other hand. “I already called the police.”

“I don’t care if I kill him!” Jordan screamed. “I want that mother fucker to die!”

The bodyguard snatched the Tasor from her hand. “Let him suffer in prison. I’m sure he’ll make a nice bitch for the brothers.”

60

When Jordan opened her eyes, she saw an unfamiliar room. She looked down, seeing an IV in her hand.

“If you are in pain,” a nurse said from the other side of the room. “you can press that button on the IV and it will administer pain medication.”

Jordan pressed the button a few times, then looked at the nurse. “Am I okay?”

“Yes. You’ll just be a little sore.”

Jordan swallowed as her eyes opened and closed. “What about the bodyguard?”

“Who?”

“The big guy that was with me.”

“Oh. He has a concussion and needed thirty stitches.”

Jordan felt a pang of guilt. She did not even know the bodyguard’s name. Also, it was her ex-husband that did this to him. “Can I see him?”

The nurse took Jordan’s temperature and checked her blood pressure. “You both need to rest.”

Jordan closed her eyes, wanting the pain to go away. “I…” Her throat seized with dryness.

“You have a visitor,” the nurse said.

Jordan’s eyes popped open. She watched the nurse leave the room, as Vanessa came in and practically lunged on the bed.

“Oh God,” Vanessa cried, giving Jordan a hug and wetting her shoulder with tears. “Are you okay, honey?”

“Not sure,” Jordan said, rubbing Vanessa’s back. She then took a healthy sip of water. “How long have you been here?”

Vanessa released her grip on Jordan and looked at the clock. “Well, twenty-nine hours.” She forced a weary smile. “Give or take.”

“Twenty-nine hours? What day is it?”

“Friday morning.”

Jordan could not believe she had been out of it for that long. She pressed the button on the IV, hoping that more pain medication would flow into her veins. “Where is Clayton?”

“In jail,” Vanessa said with a hard tone. “I hope that bastard rots there.”

Jordan felt a small wave of strength pump into her veins. “Have you spoken to the bodyguard?”

“Kady told me that he is going to be okay. I guess the bodyguard kept telling everyone, ‘I’m just glad I was there to help, but Jordan is the real hero.’”

Jordan clicked the IV button several more times, barely listening to Vanessa. “I don’t think this damn thing is working.”

Vanessa glanced back, then reached into her pocket, staring at Jordan. “I’ve been bringing you something so that the doctors would not know that you…” Vanessa lowered her voice. “were on that Dark Ice drug.” She pulled a flask from her jacket pocket, opened it, then placed it by Jordan’s lips. “I had to pour a little bit in your mouth when I could. I’m guessing you don’t remember.”

Jordan grabbed the flask and chugged down several gulps, licked her lips, then handed the flask back to Vanessa. “Where did you get it?”

“You’re bedroom. I convinced Detective Daane, along with the condo manager to allow me access so that I could bring you some clothes. I saw the two bottles on your nightstand and figured out which one was the Dark Ice.” Vanessa shoved the flask in her pocket and smiled. “By the way. The condo manager switched the lock on your front door. He’ll give you the new key when you get out of here.”

Jordan had already begun to feel better. However, she still felt exhausted. “Thank you,” she whispered to Vanessa. “I’m not sure what would have happened if you didn’t give me…” A tear spilt from Jordan’s eye. “the Dark Ice.”

Vanessa gave Jordan a soft kiss on the lips. “I’m your best friend. I would do anything for you.”

61

Vanessa returned just after lunch. “How are you doing?”

“They are letting me go home,” Jordan said, relieved that the IV had been taken out and the Dark Ice had taken hold of her body. “Can you stay until I’m released? Also, I need someone to take me home.”

“Sure.” Vanessa pulled a chair next to Jordan. “Do you need a sip of you-know-what?”

“I’m good,” Jordan said, forming a grin. “In fact, I’m really good.”

Vanessa smiled. “Is that so?”

“Yep.” Jordan reached out and took Vanessa’s hand, then shoved it under the blanket. “I need you.”

Vanessa glanced back. “What if the nurse comes in?”

“Then ask her to join us.”

Vanessa laughed. “This isn’t Cinemax.”

Jordan forced Vanessa’s hand under the gown. “I thought we were best friends?”

Vanessa glanced back, then gazed at Jordan. “We are,” she said, moving Jordan’s underwear to the side and rubbing the edge of her clit with all four of her fingers. “You like that?”

Jordan closed her eyes. “I’ve been thinking about you since this morning.”

“Oh really,” Vanessa whispered. “Was I doing this?” She dipped two fingers inside of Jordan’s pussy.

Jordan blindly reached out and shoved her hand inside of Vanessa’s coat, lifted her shirt, then squeezed her breast through her bra. “I’ve never wanted you so much,” Jordan moaned.

Vanessa continued sliding her fingers in and out of Jordan’s pussy. She whispered in Jordan’s ear, “This is just a warm up. I plan on spending the night.”

Jordan smiled. “We aren’t going to get much sleep.”

“I know,” Vanessa said, shoving her fingers deep inside of Jordan.

Someone cleared their throat from the edge of the bed. Jordan popped her eyes open, seeing the nurse holding a clipboard. Vanessa pulled her fingers out, then tapped on Jordan’s hand. “Um, you’re still holding my tit.”

“Oh,” Jordan said, releasing her hand from under Vanessa’s shirt and turning a bright pink.

The nurse smiled and handed Jordan the clipboard and a pen. “I just need you to sign this.”

Jordan scribbled her name, then handed the clipboard and pen to the nurse. “Sorry…we were just…”

The nurse shook her head. “No need to explain.” As she walked away, the nurse said, “You can get dressed…unless you two need the room for a little longer.”

62

Vanessa took Jordan to eat, then made her go home and sleep for a couple of hours.

When Jordan woke, she took a swig of Dark Ice, relieved that half of the large bottle still remained. She showered, dried off, and wrapped herself in a towel.

The door buzzed, signifying that someone was downstairs. Jordan debated answering, because there wasn’t anyone she really wanted to see right now.

When the buzzard continued ringing, Jordan answered. “Hello?”

“It’s me. (Vanessa.) Buzz me in.”

“Where did you go?”

“Girl…just buzz me in and I’ll talk to you face-to-face.”

Jordan smiled and let her in. She waited until the knock came on the door, then opened it.

“Nice to see you at least showered,” Vanessa said, carrying two black dresses. “I like the towel you are wearing, but you’ll need to change.”

Jordan closed the door and locked it. “What are the dresses for?”

Vanessa walked straight to the bedroom and hung the dresses on the closet door. “Get changed, we’re going out.”

“I was just in the hospital,” Jordan said, adjusting her towel. “I thought we were going to stay in tonight.”

“Change of plans. The limo is picking us up in thirty minutes, so get moving.”

“Limo? Is Ryan coming over?”

“No. I ordered a limo.”

“Why?”

Vanessa moved close to Jordan, grabbed the towel, and ripped it off. “Are you going to get dressed or not?”

“Are you going to make me?” Jordan asked with a devious grin.

“Turn around,” Vanessa ordered.

“What?”

“Turn around!”

Jordan turned and Vanessa snapped the towel on her ass. “Now get moving.”