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“Oh...no, no.... Jordan. Yes! I’m.... oh, it’s... yes!” I almost shout as a second orgasm hits me, the storm going on for so long I hold on to him, so I am not lost in it.

Jordan pulls me close, letting me nuzzle against his chest as I shiver against him. When I can think again, I can still feel how hard he is, my fingers pushing between us to feel him in my hands.

“It doesn’t seem fair,” I start, trying to pull at his zipper.

“It feels very fair to me,” he shoots back with a grin, stopping my hand. He brings it to his mouth again. “Watching you... those sounds you make, God, it was music, baby. You made beautiful music for me. I don’t need anything else right now. Come here, let me just... just let me feel you against me.”

Sighing, I decide he was right—this is what they write love songs about.

Chapter Seven

Jordan

As focused as I seem, I am thinking of one thing and one thing only.

Getting through this show so I can go home with my girl. Kissing her goodbye after the hot morning we had was hard. It’s been just a few days since we met, but I don’t need any more time. I said it to her earlier, and it was more than sweet pillow talk.

Jenna is the girl for me—no need to look anywhere else.

Besides being beautiful, talented, brilliant, with a kind heart and a loyalty I admire, she is sexy as hell. I don’t know if she realized before we started dating how hot she is. I saw it the moment she walked into her first shift at Tape Deck.

This morning, seeing her beautiful body spread out in the sunshine, I wanted to take her. I wanted to push inside her and take her for mine. Before her, the most I had done was share a few kisses or hold hands. I had thought about what comes next, of course, but I never had a clue it would be what this is.

With her, it is everything and more than I ever thought it could be.

“Sure you do not want to come watch the show?” I ask Josie one last time as I fix my hair with shaking hands.

“Nah, not my scene. Hope it kills though,” she murmurs, watching me in the mirror.

Pausing, I turn towards her, tilting my head. Taking a deep breath, I reach out to grab her, pulling her in for a hug. For a moment, I expect her to push me away. It’s what she did the last time I tried this. No, this time, she goes still before she sighs and lets her big brother give her a bear hug for a long time.

“I miss you all the time, Josie,” I tell her softly. “And I miss them too. They would be so proud of you. You have not had it easy, but you never gave up. I am so proud of you. I am sorry if I... if I maybe suck at this thing we’re figuring out, but I love you. You mean just about everything to me.”

Pulling back, I clear my throat as she peers up at me. Her big blue eyes, lighter than mine like our mom’s, shimmer with tears. I panic, but she is smiling. Reaching out, she fusses with my hair, fixing the stray piece I was struggling with.

“When can I meet her?”

Frowning, I wonder how she knows I have a girlfriend. And then I realize it is pretty damn obvious. Smiling, I shrug, flushing a little at the idea that she knows me better than I realized. “As soon as you want to. I am uh... I am going to be at her place tonight, so it will be just you. Do you want me to send a pizza and some beer over?”

“Sure, why not?” she laughs at my attempt to catch her. “I like her already, Jordan. You have been... different lately. You don’t have to worry about me the way you do, but I am glad I have you. You deserve to have someone worry about you, too. Because I don’t have time for it.”

We share a grin and a laugh before we hug again. It lasts a little longer this time and I don’t even try to hide the tear slipping down my cheek. I missed her. And she’s still going through it, so am I.

Still, she is smiling right now. I will take that as a win. We chat a little about school starting soon, her plans for next fall, and even a little about me finishing my degree. We should graduate at the same time, which I think is pretty cool.

“How do I look?” I ask with a quick spin as I fix the jean jacket I slid on.

“You look like... a star. Go be one, bro,” she grins at me with a thumbs up.

Smiling too, I head out after telling her I will really send pizza over, butnobeers. Josie wishes me good luck with the show, insisting it will be a success. I hope it will too. All I really care about is people having a good time. My mind is already on after the show.

When I get to spend the entire night with my girl.

At the mall twenty minutes later, I am keeping my cool. Terrie is there to help oversee things, and the fans who bought passes for the meet and greet are amped up. I am about to call it a success before it even starts when I see fans lined up outside waiting for us to let them in.

“Going to be a good time,” I shout to them as I pass fullyonfor them.

I stop to shake hands, chat a little, and even sign some of their shirts with the Sweet 105.5 logo across the front. It feels good to be embraced. I do not take it for anything more than it is—people who love the same things I love being excited about a wicked show. Whoever put it together, gave them passes, or talked it up for two months doesn’t really matter.

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