Page 36 of Brood

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Jordyn’s mood shifts after we leave the clubhouse. She has that anxious edge back to her as we take our plates and sit down at the table. We eat in silence, watching Kasin navigate his own food while using his fork. It causes my chest to swell, watching him struggle to do something that comes so easy to any kid his age. “Did you and Jordyn have fun at the playground today?” I direct my question to Kasin, who ignores me as he tries to stab at a piece of chicken on his plate. “How was your day?” This time Jordyn looks up from the food she has been pushing around on her plate.

“Good. He really likes to swing on the swings.” She points toward Kasin, who at the mention of swings, perks his head up.

“Swings your favorite?”

“Swing.” It might be one word. A simple fucking word, but the moment it passes my son’s lips I swear it about takes me to my knees. Hell, if it weren’t for me sitting down, I might have just dropped to the floor.

The ache in my chest starts to grow steadily until Jordyn reaches over and covers my hand with hers. It’s then I realize I’ve been holding my breath. In a whoosh, it comes out. I open my mouth only to have Jordyn speak first. “Yep, those swings are the best.” At that, Kasin smiles and goes back to his chicken, as if he didn't just almost cause my heart to stutter by saying his first word. My gaze darts over to Jordyn and she squeezes my hand before releasing it. The smile on her face could brighten a room. “Better eat your food before it gets cold.”

“Yeah,” I agree, absently picking up my fork again. I don’t think I can eat another bite after what just happened. I force myself to anyway, every now and then asking a question or just talking to both of them at the table. Kasin doesn’t say anything else. I don’t care though. He spoke, and that is all I need.

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“Has he talked to you before?” I’m taking my t-shirt off as I walk through my bedroom door. Jordyn is already sitting in bed. It’s almost like we have been together for years, and this is our bedtime routine.

“He said my name today. And when I responded to him talking, he sort of… blew me off.” She laughs. “I don’t know how else to describe it. It was like he didn’t want me to make a big deal of it. That’s why I was like that at the table,” she explains, winding her hair up until she secures it into a bun on top of her head. My eyes linger there a moment, thinking about how it won’t last being tied up like that for long. Not if I have anything to say about it.

“Well, shit. I nearly burst out there. Thanks for reeling me back in. I’ve been waiting so long to hear him even make a sound, I guess I just never thought it would happen. Swing is now my favorite word.” I listen to the sound of her laughter die out when I drop my jeans and boxers to the floor, then walk to the bed. Flipping the covers away, I slide into the sheets ignoring how she makes sure to not look at me while I do so. Until now, I have held off sleeping naked. Not anymore. “I can feel you shaking the bed, Jor.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me. Come here.” I reach out and pull her close, nestling her into the crook of my shoulder. “Nothing happening tonight.”

“No?” I don’t let the disappointment I hear in her tone slip by me.

“Did you want something to happen?”

“No?” A question.

“Jor, you have free rein over me. How’s that? You want to go to sleep, we go to sleep. You want to… explore? You go ahead. Whatever you want baby.” The nodding of her head is the only response I get, and nearly an hour later, when I’m very close to the realm of sleep, I feel her hand slide across my chest. It’s timid at first, barely a touch as she moves. First, across my chest, then down my side. Her fingertips graze along a scar that holds a bad memory. She doesn’t ask about it like I think she might, only lazily traces the raised skin for a few strokes before moving on. Back across my middle where she caresses the small smattering of hair, tracing that line down from my belly button. Every little path she takes causes my cock to grow, so when she is nearly touching it, I can’t help the jerk it makes. It takes everything in me to hold back the chuckle that wants to escape when I hear her little gasp

“Got a mind of his own.”

“I’ll say.” The lighter tone she has now keeps the smile on my face, though it’s suddenly doused when her little hand brushes up against my cock. Forcing myself to bite back the curse that wants to escape, I let out a hiss instead. The same moment she decides to be bold and take the length of me into her palm.

In the darkness, I tilt my face down, trying to see her, gauge her reaction. The moonlight is spilling in just enough for me to see she is staring up at me too. I don’t miss the insecurity on her face. “Jor, you have me nearly coming from just being this close to me. I should be embarrassed.” With that, she moves slightly and hesitantly presses her lips to mine, giving me the most chaste kiss I probably have ever had in my life. Fuck, it’s sexy. A low groan comes rumbling from my chest as she glides her hand up and down my length at the same time. I have to keep reminding myself of what I promised before this all started. I’m not allowed to move or tell her what to do. This is all her now. Everything will be at her pace. She deserves that and then some.

“I want to taste you.”

“Fuck Jordyn, I’m hanging by a thread here,” I tell her groaning as if in agony. Maybe I am, but it’s sweet as fuck agony. My hips jerk a little of their volition as she picks up her speed, planting her mouth against mine again. This time with a little more intensity. I don’t hold back at this. I kiss her back with everything she gives me, matching her enthusiasm. That is until she pulls away, stopping what she is doing to me under the blankets too. I want to protest, fuck I’m about to protest until she pulls away the sheets and lowers her mouth to my tip. She gives me a slight lick that has me fisting my hands in the sheets, so I don't thread my fingers through her hair and fuck her mouth like my body is screaming at me to do.

She continues on her quest, enveloping my length into her hot as fuck mouth, taking me all the way back to her throat and then some. I force back the thoughts that try to creep into my mind as her experienced mouth works me over, replacing them with the view of my dick disappearing between her lips.

“Don’t think I have seen anything sexier. Fuck Jor, baby, I’m gonna come,” I warn. She answers with a hum that forces out the first spurt. It doesn’t faze her even a little, she keeps going, sucking all of me down until I feel as though I will never move from this spot again.

“I always hated doing that.” Her words pull me from the haze as she nestles herself right to my side as if she had never moved.

“It’s not something I will ever expect of you.” I shift a little, enough to face her again.

“I know, Brood.” I kiss her then, long and hard until we are both out of breath. Until we are both falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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