Page 37 of Once Bitten
Chapter Twenty
“Doll...wake up, doll.”Steve's voice woke her up with a start. Jordyn blinked, looking up at him, suddenly remembering where she was and why. He had one hand on the back of the couch, and the other rested beside her face, a smirk on his face while she rubbed her face, sleepily.
“I fell asleep?” Jordyn asked, sitting up slowly.
“Yeah, I let you sleep. It seemed like you needed rest after all the excitement,” Steve said, standing up and holding a hand out to her. “Pizza’s here,” he said with a nod to the table.
Jordyn gratefully took Steve's hand to pull her up when her stomach growled. “That smells amazing,” she said, taking a deep breath and following him to the table.
“It’s the best pizza I’ve had outside of Brooklyn,” he told her with a solemn look on his face.
She grinned at him. “This is very serious, then, indeed,” Jordyn said with a nod and slid into a seat while he pulled back the box lid, revealing a pizza that looked like it was drowning in cheese and meat.
“You’re right. I don’t joke about pizza,” Steve said, handing her a plate. “Ever.”
Jordyn shook her head with a laugh, but it was only when she took her first bite that the smile disappeared from her face.
“Wow,” she said through her mouthful.
Steve nodded knowingly. “Told you,” he said, saluting her with a slice. Jordyn let out a little moan as she ate, enthusiastically, and before long, she was leaning forward to grab a second piece when he spoke. “So, doll, you my girl?”
“What?” Jordyn froze, her hand outstretched toward the pizza box. She looked up at him to see him leaning forward, his forearms on the table, twirling his beer bottle between his hands and looking at her intently.
“You already told me you wouldn’t bring anyone else home...” Steve let his voice trail off. Jordyn blushed, remembering what had prompted her declaration on her kitchen counter. Steve was smiling at her, a knowing look because the same memory was running through his mind when she looked back at him. “Well?” he asked, enjoying the blush that had spread across her cheeks.
“Well, I want to be,” Jordyn admitted. She bit the inside of her cheek and watched his face. “I know we just met but,” she shrugged and looked down at her hands. “I like being with you.”
“I like being with you, too.” Steve reached over and took one of her hands, rubbing the inside of her wrist with his thumb. “I'm not going to lie to you. I’ve got a past, Jordyn,” he said, his voice going flat. He looked down at the table, avoiding her gaze.
“So? The only thing that matters is now, and what we have now. I don’t care what you did before.” Jordyn reached over and caught his hand. “You’re a good man, Stevie,” she said.
Steve looked up and finally met her eyes. “What makes you say that?” His grip on her hand tightened.
“You’ve been nothing but kind to me since we met. Just so good to me.”
“Well, you deserve to be treated good,” Steve told her, raising her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss into her palm.
“And that’s why I wanna be your girl,” she said, a shiver running through her at the touch of his lips.
Steve licked his lips, his eyes moving slowly up and down her for a moment before he stood. “C’mere, doll,” he said, pulling her out of her chair. When she was standing with him, he squeezed her ass before sliding his hands lower and pulled her up into his arms, carrying her toward the door Jordyn had wondered about earlier.
“What about the pizza?” she laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Right now the only thing that mattered to Steve was getting his girl into bed. The pizza could wait. “It’ll be there later,” he mumbled, kissing her collarbone and kicking his bedroom door closed behind them.
* * *
Jamie was startingthe coffee maker for the day when the door to the downstairs bathroom opened. Usually, it was Steve, so without a second thought, Jamie turned around to ask him if he wanted coffee, but it only took half a second before he realized that the person staring back at him from the bathroom doorway was, in fact, not Steve.
It was the pretty girl from the drawing. The one Steve was falling for. Jordyn.
Jamie grinned at her and hitched his hip against the counter. “Morning, Sweetheart.”
“Hi.” Jordyn cleared her throat and yanked down at the shirt she was wearing. It was Steve’s and covered enough, but it still rode high on her hips, and Jamie raised an eyebrow, seeing a glimpse of pink underwear. Steve hadn’t been lying about her ass.
“Sorry.” She blushed as her fingers twisted in the excess material of the t-shirt.
“Sorry? This is the best good morning I’ve had since we moved in here.” Jamie laughed and turned back to the coffee maker. “You want some coffee?” he asked her.
