JORDEN: (Justice Brothers #3) Read online

  He twisted her hair, pulling her face up closer to his. “You got that, McKenna?”

  Coupled with his outrageous threat, his calling her by her full name shot a surprising shower of sparks across Mac’s groin. It was as though he was addressing her. The woman. Not the coach, the basketball player, or even the psychologist. Mac fought to quiet the raging sensations storming her. The sparkling glint in his slate-gray eyes confirmed that Jorden knew precisely the effect his provocative threats were having on her.

  As if to up the ante, his lip curled in a taunting smile. “I think we’ll forego the bed—at least for the moment. You see, baby, I plan to bare your breasts, suck your tits, bite your nipples, and yeah, lick your cunt.” His grin widened at her shocked gasp. “But first, McKenna, I want to examine you. Slowly strip you bare. The way you did me.” With a cocky wink, he added, “But to do that I need to lay you out where I can see every luscious bit of you.”

  He glanced at the dining table behind her and nodded. “Given the way I intend to feast on you, I think this table will work just fine.”

  Before she could do more than shriek at him to stop, he picked her up and tossed her onto the table. With one hand, he pressed on her chest, holding her down. With the other, he wrenched her sweatpants down to her knees and groaned at the sight of her lacy thong.

  Jorden muttered, “Of course, Mac, you would wear provocative underwear beneath those sweatpants. But much as I like satin and lace, tonight I’m more interested in the good stuff underneath them.”

  Mac thrashed, trying to get up, to twist away from his tight grasp. “Stop, Jorden. Now! I mean it!”

  Jorden shook his head and pinned her body against the table with his strong hand. “If I thought you did mean it, sweetheart, I would stop and I would never come back. But that’s not what you want me to do, is it, McKenna?”

  When she didn’t answer, just shook her head and moaned, he growled, “Uh-uh, baby. Not good enough. Tell me you don’t want me to stop. Tell me you want me to do all those naughty things you know I’m planning to do. Say it, Mac—in words. Or do you want your leaking pussy to say it for you?”

  Jorden rubbed his fingers against her damp crotch then pressed his fingers under Mac’s nose. “Breathe this, McKenna. Isn’t this the sexiest thing you’ve ever smelled? Your body is speaking for you. But I want to hear it in words, baby. So that after I’ve taken you every way I plan to, we’ll both know that you begged me to do it.”

  Stunned at the telltale erotic scent on his fingers, Mac couldn’t hold back a strangled cry. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to go to hell and never come back, but the words wouldn’t come. Horrified, she acknowledged that he was right. She did want him to rip off her clothes and do all the things he was threatening to do. And when he’d done all of them, she wanted him to take her—as deep and hard as she’d taken him.

  Shocked, she felt him cup her mons with his big hand. Pressing his hand hard up against her throbbing flesh, his voice dropped dangerously low. “Tell me, McKenna. Tell me what you want me to do. Now, dammit!”

  Her voice was as hoarse as his. “I…I want you to do all of it. What you said. Everything! And more!”

  He shoved her back flat on the table and bent her knees up and spread them open. “Is this what you want me to do, baby?” At her sobbing cry, he pulled off her sweatpants and threw them to the floor. The sound of tearing satin and the rush of cool air hitting her pussy confirmed that he’d stripped her bare. As did his tortured groan.

  “Oh, Christ, sweetheart, you’re bare. That’s good, McKenna, now I won’t have to shave you. And, damn, baby, your pussy would look like this. So pretty, so pink. And so goddamned wet!”

  When she tried to press her legs together, his voice was sharp. “Oh, no, you don’t. We’re just getting started, McKenna. And honey, I haven’t even seen your tits. An oversight I’m going to address now.”

  He reached for her t-shirt and had it over her head and on the floor in seconds. He gave a sharp snort when he saw the sexy push-up bra that could barely contain her full breasts.

  “More lace, baby, more satin? This is what you wear under all your sweat clothes? Beneath your gym shorts and t-shirts? Is this how you tease yourself, play with yourself? Confirm what a hot piece of ass you are under those unisex sports clothes you hide behind?”

  His lips curved in a salacious leer as he stroked the soft flesh straining over-the-top of her bra. “Too bad, McKenna, you revealed yourself to the wrong man.”

  When he tugged at her taut nipples through the lacy cups and twisted them, Mac couldn’t hold back a sharp squeal.

  He shook his head and marveled. “You’re like a beautifully wrapped Christmas present, Mac. I almost don’t want to take off the wrapping paper, but I can’t wait to get to the lushness inside.”

  The words weren’t out of his mouth when he unsnapped the front closure and freed her breasts. His sharp gasp echoed hers.

  “Damn, McKenna, you just keep doing it, don’t you? Being even more beautiful than I could have imagined. Look at your breasts, sweetheart. They’re gorgeous. I can’t wait to feast on them.”

  When she closed her legs and put her hands protectively over her full breasts, he shook his head and blew out a hard sigh. “Hmm, obviously I need to reestablish the ground rules. You know, honey, the ones you set the other night. And yes, it is your house, but tonight it’s my rules. Just like you ‘did’ me, I’m going to do you. I’m going to examine every part of you, taste you, touch you, revel in your scent. But it’s all gonna be one way.”

  Mac didn’t understand. As if seeing her confusion, Jorden explained, “You remember, Mac, when you drove me out of my ever-loving mind? Then refused to let me touch you, make love to you the way that I was craving to do? Remember that? Well tonight is about payback, honey. And as they say, payback’s a bitch.

  “Now for the rules.”

  He pressed his hand firmly against her chest, then pulled her hands away from her breasts and yanked them above her head. “This is where your hands go, baby. I suggest you hold on tight to the edge of the table. Don’t know how much you shatter when you climax, but knowing what I intend to do to these luscious breasts of yours, you’re going to need something to hang on to.”

  He glanced at her legs and snorted. “I guess you can keep your legs together until I’m ready to attack your pussy. Besides, even with your legs locked tight you can’t stop that glorious scent streaming off of you.”

  When Mac cried out and tried to rise up, Jorden shook his head. “Last chance, McKenna. Behave, or I’m gonna have to see that you do.”

  Mac knew she should be horrified at his arrogance, his belief that she would simply lie here stark naked, on her dining room table for God’s sake, and not fight back. But instead of fighting him when he positioned her hands over the edge of the table and bent down to suckle her breasts, she arched her back. Instead of telling him to go to hell, she moaned a deep erotic sound and lifted her aching nipples closer to his ravaging mouth, begging him to suck her.

  His soft chuckle was taunting, then encouraging. “That’s the way, baby. Lift these beautiful breasts up to me. Arch your back, lift them higher. Do you want me to suck on your nipples? Make them hard, long?”

  Mac moaned, not believing that she could feel any hotter until he swirled his expert tongue around one aching nipple and sucked it hard. When he sought the other taut nub between his fingers and thumb, she couldn’t hold back an anguished cry. She didn’t want him to stop—if anything, she wanted him to do more. When she started to reach for his head to pull him tighter against her hot chest, he growled.

  “Uh-uh, baby. Your hands stay above your head. Remember, I’m in charge of you tonight, McKenna. You’re going to do everything I tell you to, including when to come.”

  Mac was shocked at the idea of climaxing on command, much less having an orgasm from having her breasts stroked. But the more he suckled her, murmuring soft words of encouragement, the hotter the sensations
that flooded her. He plucked one nipple while he sucked the other, eliciting harsh moaning sounds that she found hard to believe were coming from her. Writhing under his expert touch, she didn’t understand what was happening to her. She only knew that she couldn’t control the agonizing sensations rising in her groin, or the plaintive cries building in her throat.

  At that moment, he pinched one nipple hard, then sucked the other deep in his mouth, catching it between his teeth. A firestorm of heat rushed over her sending shockwaves throughout her body. Stunned at the keening wail that broke from her lips, she gave into a powerful orgasm that literally took her breath. When Jorden murmured encouraging words, praising for her uninhibited response, Mac careened to the top of the erotic precipice and with a shriek, plunged down the side.

  “Mm-hmm. That’s the way, sweetheart. Feel it, McKenna, give into it, baby. I’ll hold you. I won’t let you go.”

  Mac was shocked when wave after wave of sensations continued to roll over her body. If Jorden hadn’t been holding her, she wasn’t sure how she could have kept from shattering apart.

  When she came down to a level where she was beginning to stop shaking, he crooned,

  “Do you want to come again, McKenna? Are you ready to come for me again, baby? Show me what an uninhibited, sexy woman you are?”

  She shook her head and reached for him, relieved that he let her cling to him. She murmured, “Oh God, Jorden, I can’t. I can barely breathe now.”

  “Mmm, I guess I’ll have to go slower, maybe not suck on your clit or finger your ass until you get yourself under control.” At her shocked gasp, he added, “That’s where you like to be, isn’t it, McKenna? In control.”

  When she didn’t answer, just clung to him breathing soft, breathy pants, he said, “The problem is that tonight, I’m in control, and honey, I wouldn’t consider leaving until I’ve become well acquainted with that luscious cunt of yours.”

  Before Mac could fathom what he was doing, he pulled up a chair at the end of the table and sat down. Grasping her ankles, he slid her toward him. She was shocked when her bottom rested on the edge of the table, her pussy inches away from his face.

  She cried out in horror when he bent her knees, then spread them wide apart, opening her to his gaze. “Oh my God, Jorden. What are you doing?” Fighting to close her knees, she shoved at his hands, trying to cover herself. But he was too strong.

  “What am I doing, McKenna? Let me say it the way someone said it to me. Given all the things I intend to do with your pussy, I need your knees apart—wide apart.” He added with a smile, “As close to my mouth as I can get it.”

  Fighting against his strong hands, Mac pleaded, “Jorden, please, I…can’t do this. I…I’m too…exposed.”

  Jorden kept his hands on her knees, holding them apart. “I know you can’t, McKenna. That’s why I’m doing it for you. No, honey, what you have to do is even harder. You need to let go of that iron-hard control of yours and give into your sexy lover.” He smacked her bottom lightly and said, “Oh, and, honey, did you forget where your hands are supposed to be?” When she tentatively raised them above her head, he chuckled. “Mm-hmm. See what a good girl you can be?”

  Mac had a few men go down on her. She liked it, although she knew most men didn’t. That was a shame, because they were missing an opportunity to know a woman at her sexiest and most vulnerable level. And to learn how very powerful they could be as a man and as a lover. But she had never known a man who could truly bring her to one climax after another, each one higher and more intense than the one before. The way that Jorden did when he buried himself between her legs.

  He touched her in places and ways that she’d never been touched. At first, what seemed much too intimate became even more powerful when she stopped struggling and gave into him. He spread her swollen labia with his probing fingers, reaching inside of her to caress erogenous places she’d never known were there. But it was when he put his mouth on her and began to lick and suck on her clit that she truly came apart.

  Mac didn’t know that she’d fallen asleep after her last overwhelming climax. Not until she realized that Jorden was carrying her in his arms into the bedroom. He tucked her in her bed then knelt and brushed her tangled hair off her face.

  “I’m leaving, lovely woman. I’m done for now, sweetheart. But you need to know I’m so fucking far from being done with you. I haven’t begun to do the things I intend to.” Pressing her hand against his aroused cock, he said, “The next time we’re together, I’m going to take you, make love to you. I’m going to put this aroused cock of mine high up in your tight cunt.” At her deep groan, he grunted. “Oh yeah, baby, you’ll like it, in fact, you’ll be begging me not to stop. But then, you were begging me not to stop tonight.”

  Still holding her hand, he rose to his feet, then leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Sleep well, McKenna.”

  He stopped at the door and said, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll lock the door behind me.”

  Then he was gone.

  Chapter 9

  “You’ve always been a decent man, Attorney Justice. I’ve even considered you a friend as well as a professional colleague.”

  Jorden smiled at the short, stout woman sitting across from him. Her round face without a trace of makeup, cropped, dark hair cut for convenience, not style, and shapeless pantsuit spoke of a woman who considered appearance of minimal importance. Her pursed lips, intense gaze, and bulky briefcase on her lap confirmed that Mary Ellen Lundgren hadn’t come to exchange pleasantries. Jorden acknowledged her compliment with a pleasant nod, but didn’t pretend not to know her purpose in requesting the meeting.

  “Thank you, Mary Ellen. That is high praise coming from you. Given that I have recommended your services to many women—particularly those in abusive relationships—I trust you know that I consider you to be an excellent attorney. And, yes, even when we have been on opposing sides, we have always had a courteous, professional relationship.”

  Jorden leaned back in his chair and cocked an ironic brow. “However, may I presume that you didn’t ask to see me today to tell me how fond you are of me?”

  Mary Ellen smacked her briefcase onto the floor and shot Jorden a frowning glare. “No, Mr. Justice, as I’m sure you know, Francine Justice has retained me to represent her on custodial issues concerning her young daughters.”

  “Yes, Mary Ellen, I do know that. I applaud my ex-wife’s choice of attorney. Because our daughters have been at the center of my life since they were born, it’s critically important to me that their future is in the hands of honorable people. Including attorneys. As you know, the court has prevented my former wife from being with Chloe and Emma, except with my express permission and supervision.”

  “I am aware of that, Attorney Justice. In my view, Mrs. Justice has been wronged—”

  Jorden put up his hand to stop her. With an effort he kept his tone civil. “You’ll excuse me if I seem surprised that my former wife has suddenly decided that she wishes to retake the Justice name. If I were a cynical person, I might think that she did that to claim a relationship that doesn’t exist.”

  “Surely you know that Mrs. Justice has the right to call herself by any name she chooses.”

  “Indeed I do, Ms. Lundgren. But she must have had a reason to choose the Justice name, given that she has had four other names since I divorced her seven years ago.”

  Before Mary Ellen could interrupt, Jorden continued, “On that point, Mary Ellen, while your expertise on domestic abuse is well known and well earned, I cannot imagine how it might serve you in this case. Regarding the former Mrs. Francine Douglas, or Richardson, or McDougal, or Carter—if I have the chain of her ex-husbands in the right order—I cannot imagine how your expertise is pertinent. I believe even my unscrupulous ex-wife will not claim that she was ever abused in our relationship.”

  The glowering lawyer’s retort was sharp. “Taking a woman’s children away from her, counselor, is a particularly vicious form of abuse.”


  “That would depend on the circumstances. I’m confident we both agree that protecting one’s children from an addicted parent who placed her young children in grave danger on more than one occasion is not abuse. Rather, as the court has confirmed, it’s the responsible choice to ensure that your children are safe from imminent harm.”

  A sneer rippled across the lawyer’s flat countenance. “Unless of course, that court was unduly influenced by your position in the legal profession and your family’s exalted position in the community at large.”

  Jorden returned her glare. “I won’t respond to that insinuation, Ms. Lundgren, only to say that it’s unworthy of you, but exactly what I would expect from my former wife.”

  Jorden glanced at his watch and rose to his feet. “If you’ll excuse me, Ms. Lundgren. I have an appointment with one of the two most important people in my life.”

  At the knock on his door, he said, “Please come in.”

  The door opened and Emma poked her head in. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Cherise said it was okay if I interrupted. I didn’t want to be late.”

  Jorden rounded his desk and wrapped his arm around the dark-haired, pre-teen girl in the doorway. “No, sweetheart, my meeting is over. And, yes, we definitely need to hurry if we’re going to get you to the tryouts on time. We don’t want to take a chance on robbing the Wildwood club team of the best ten-year-old point guard on the planet.”

  Emma flushed and leaned into him. “Daddy, you know that isn’t true, but thank you. But we better hurry.”

  Smiling at the lovely girl who looked up at him adoringly, Jorden nodded to Mary Ellen Lundgren who’d risen to her feet, a stern expression on her face.

  “Please excuse us, Ms. Lundgren. This is my daughter Emma, who just returned from three weeks away at a basketball camp. We have an important appointment that we just have time to make.”