Page 81 of Pucking Rebound
Jordy:
Blow jobs and anal.
I erupt into laughter.
Me:
I’m sure your physio would have suggested exercise and ice packs and maybe swimming to help strengthen your knee.
Jordy:
Blow jobs and anal sounds like a much better treatment plan.
Me:
Well, I might be able to help you with those, but not tonight.
Jordy:
Fucking hell, Lola. You make me hard.
And he makes me wet. The way my body reacts to him is like a shot of ginger to my adrenaline. He packs a punch, makes me zing all day, and has increased my sex drive tenfold. Not only that but he makes me feel happy. And safe.
Jordy is someone I could imagine spending more nights… and days with. Everyday with. If only that was possible.
Me:
Are you free tomorrow night?
Jordy:
That’s my line. That’s why I was texting you. What are you doing tomorrow night?
Me:
You.
Jordy:
Aside from that, no plans?
Me:
Nope. Free as a bird.
Jordy:
Meet me at Gold Bar Park, in the visitors' parking lot, at 5 PM.
Me:
That’s late, it’ll be dark. Are you planning to murder me?
Jordy:
Of course I am, and once the police find your body and your phone, they’ll know it was me.
Me:
