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finish the thought. Wasn’t able to wrap his head around words.
Chloe seemed to know. She suckled Liz’s breast, her ass in the air, waggling at him. He pounded hard. Matching his pace to the rocking of her hips. Falling into the rhythm.
Chloe moved her hand down Liz’s stomach, drawing another groan when she found Liz’s clit.
Liz clenched around his dick, grinding and milking him as she came. Her sweet mewls and strong grip drew out his own orgasm. He hammered inside her, spilling, sparks dancing behind his eyelids, until he was spent.
Frantic grinding slowed, and moans became pants for air and then tiny giggles. He collapsed to the bed and pulled Chloe close, between him and Liz. Her chest pressed into his side, heart hammering against him.
A second set of fingers brushed his chest. Liz pressed herself to Chloe’s back. Both women wore faint smiles.
“Fuck, the two of you are amazing.” He forced the words out through lungs still searching for breath.
“Crap.” Liz bolted upright. “Yes. Definitely. And I didn’t realize what time it was.” She wobbled and grabbed the edge of the mattress as she stood. Jordan couldn’t help his satisfaction at the sight. She grabbed her jeans. “I have to go. Meeting in half an hour. I had a fantastic time. I mean it. Thank you both.”
After she left, Chloe cuddled closer. “Thank you from me, too.”
“Sure. Because it was completely selfless on my part.” He chuckled. That was better than any fantasy. What held them back for so long? Whatever it was that stopped them before, that had them fighting, he wasn’t letting hang-ups or lost words get in the way again.
* * * *
Jordan mentally ticked through a list of bullet points for their E3 demo. He paced outside the convention hall, waiting for the previous demo to let out so their people could get in and set up. Chloe joined him, halting his journey.
“Hey, handsome.” She rose on her toes and kissed him. Her white T-shirt and black jeans matched his. Part of the visuals for their time on stage. Things between them went smoother today than they had in a long time. No miscommunication or barely-suppressed snarls. He refused to linger on the fact they hadn’t made any future plans with Liz. Hooking up was a one-time thing.
The high from the shared moment this morning still coursed through him. He pulled Chloe closer. “Lighting and sound all squared away?”
“Ready and set.”
“Jordan Iverson?” A stern voice carried over the chatter of the crowds.
Jordan looked up, to see two police officers standing a few feet away. “That’s me.”
“We need you to come down to the station with us.”
Around them, a few people slowed and stared, murmurs running through the throngs of onlookers.
“Can I ask what for? The timing’s not so good right now,” Jordan said.
One officer thumbed the clasp on his holster. “I think you’d rather do this quietly, but we can cuff you here and escort you to the car forcefully if you prefer.”
“Shit. You’re not joking.” Not the smartest thing he’d said today. “What’s going on?”
“We’d like to talk to you about the assault on Stew Knapfer last night.”
“What?”
“I’ll call Legal and have them get us local representation,” Chloe said. “We’ll meet you down there.”
“Sure. Okay.” Any thoughts of the demo slammed into the back of Jordan’s head, as he processed this information. He was grateful they didn’t cuff him as they put him in the back of the patrol car. When they mirandized him, he swore his heart stopped for a beat. He wanted to protest. Point out he didn’t realize Stew had been assaulted, let alone having been party to it. He kept his mouth shut. One of the instructions Zach drilled into their heads after the fake marriage proposal at E3, was that if for some bizarre reason they ever got in trouble with law, they weren’t supposed to say anything without a lawyer present.
This was the first time he ever
Chloe seemed to know. She suckled Liz’s breast, her ass in the air, waggling at him. He pounded hard. Matching his pace to the rocking of her hips. Falling into the rhythm.
Chloe moved her hand down Liz’s stomach, drawing another groan when she found Liz’s clit.
Liz clenched around his dick, grinding and milking him as she came. Her sweet mewls and strong grip drew out his own orgasm. He hammered inside her, spilling, sparks dancing behind his eyelids, until he was spent.
Frantic grinding slowed, and moans became pants for air and then tiny giggles. He collapsed to the bed and pulled Chloe close, between him and Liz. Her chest pressed into his side, heart hammering against him.
A second set of fingers brushed his chest. Liz pressed herself to Chloe’s back. Both women wore faint smiles.
“Fuck, the two of you are amazing.” He forced the words out through lungs still searching for breath.
“Crap.” Liz bolted upright. “Yes. Definitely. And I didn’t realize what time it was.” She wobbled and grabbed the edge of the mattress as she stood. Jordan couldn’t help his satisfaction at the sight. She grabbed her jeans. “I have to go. Meeting in half an hour. I had a fantastic time. I mean it. Thank you both.”
After she left, Chloe cuddled closer. “Thank you from me, too.”
“Sure. Because it was completely selfless on my part.” He chuckled. That was better than any fantasy. What held them back for so long? Whatever it was that stopped them before, that had them fighting, he wasn’t letting hang-ups or lost words get in the way again.
* * * *
Jordan mentally ticked through a list of bullet points for their E3 demo. He paced outside the convention hall, waiting for the previous demo to let out so their people could get in and set up. Chloe joined him, halting his journey.
“Hey, handsome.” She rose on her toes and kissed him. Her white T-shirt and black jeans matched his. Part of the visuals for their time on stage. Things between them went smoother today than they had in a long time. No miscommunication or barely-suppressed snarls. He refused to linger on the fact they hadn’t made any future plans with Liz. Hooking up was a one-time thing.
The high from the shared moment this morning still coursed through him. He pulled Chloe closer. “Lighting and sound all squared away?”
“Ready and set.”
“Jordan Iverson?” A stern voice carried over the chatter of the crowds.
Jordan looked up, to see two police officers standing a few feet away. “That’s me.”
“We need you to come down to the station with us.”
Around them, a few people slowed and stared, murmurs running through the throngs of onlookers.
“Can I ask what for? The timing’s not so good right now,” Jordan said.
One officer thumbed the clasp on his holster. “I think you’d rather do this quietly, but we can cuff you here and escort you to the car forcefully if you prefer.”
“Shit. You’re not joking.” Not the smartest thing he’d said today. “What’s going on?”
“We’d like to talk to you about the assault on Stew Knapfer last night.”
“What?”
“I’ll call Legal and have them get us local representation,” Chloe said. “We’ll meet you down there.”
“Sure. Okay.” Any thoughts of the demo slammed into the back of Jordan’s head, as he processed this information. He was grateful they didn’t cuff him as they put him in the back of the patrol car. When they mirandized him, he swore his heart stopped for a beat. He wanted to protest. Point out he didn’t realize Stew had been assaulted, let alone having been party to it. He kept his mouth shut. One of the instructions Zach drilled into their heads after the fake marriage proposal at E3, was that if for some bizarre reason they ever got in trouble with law, they weren’t supposed to say anything without a lawyer present.
This was the first time he ever
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