Feeling This (32 page)

The three bitches across from me begin talking about dresses and other things uninteresting. Jordan ushers me out of the chair. I almost trip and fall on my face but he catches me chuckling. I don’t bother to look back, I’m sure they saw but I don’t give a shit because I’m leaving this place tomorrow.

Jordan pulls me out the back door leading me down the steps out into the grass. I have a hard time keeping up so he tells me, “Hop on my back.”

I step back and look at him like he’s crazy.

“Come on Kimber.”

He leans down, letting me jump up. I start giggling as he topples to the side making us both fall to the ground. The alcohol and lack of food makes everything spin more as I fall. My giggling turns to laughter and I can’t get up. He crawls closer and leans over me, forcing me onto my back. The grass is damp but it feels cool on my skin, refreshing from the hot air surrounding us. Jordan leans in kissing first one corner of my mouth and then the other. He lifts his face back, looking down into my eyes and reminds me, “Kimber, remember, you are my life now.”

I nod as if in slow motion. My hands grasp the back of his head gently nudging him forward. His lips finally cover my waiting mouth. I open welcoming his tongue. When I close my eyes, the spinning continues but I ignore it concentrating on the warmth spreading down from my lips to other parts of my body. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist causing him to lurch forward, pushing him off balance. After a minute he pulls back attached to me everywhere but our lips and utters, “I thought no more hanky panky while we’re here.”

I wave it off and roll my eyes, “ Who gives a shit.”

He laughs and picks me up all the way so that he is standing with my arms and legs still wrapped around him. He walks forward, kissing my neck. I rest my head on his shoulder temporarily in the only place I want to be. Tomorrow is another day.

Chapter Thirty Seven

I knew bringing Kimber back home would make her feel uncomfortable. I had planned on it actually. What I hadn’t planned on was my mom being a snob. As soon as she told me Jennifer Fontaine is staying here, her plans became crystal clear. I dated her before I met Susan. She was probably my only other serious relationship through the years. She hated Susan back then. I just thought it was because I grew up with her and Susan was new to our circle, just a girl envy thing. But last night, her very blunt comment at dinner made it evident what her intentions have always been.

I broke up with her when I went away to college but when I came back home that first year for breaks we still fucked occasionally. It never meant anything though at least
I
thought it didn’t.

I felt terrible that Kimber had to endure her long time wrath last night. It has nothing to do with her and everything to do with me. At some point I will need to set her straight once and for all. I glance down at Kimber as the morning light seeps in through the blinds. She shifts in my arms flipping her face toward me on her pillow. A smile spreads before she opens her eyes and she mumbles, “This could get very addictive, very fast.”

I smile back as her beautiful blue eyes open to stare at me. I ask, “And what might that be?”

“Waking up in your arms, I could get very comfortable right here.” She nuzzles closer into the crook of my neck nipping with tiny kisses. I pull her closer, tightening my hold on her.

“Well hello there. I think someone else is happy to see me too.”

Just at her little joke, I get harder and want her right here and now. She lifts her head sliding out from under my arm. It feels colder all of the sudden. But then her hand pushes my shoulder, forcing me to lie on my back. She looks up into my eyes and asks, “Jordan Rhodes, let me take care of you.”

I snicker at her use of my exact words. She lowers her hands to my boxer shorts lowering them over my cock. Her hands gently stroke me, forcing my breath to speed up. I reach for her but she shakes her head looking into my eyes. A sly smile spreads as she lowers her body, slinking down my bare chest. I can hardly contain myself she is so fucking sexy. Her hands rub, teasing the tip and then her tongue follows. It’s already almost enough to make me come but then she sinks her mouth around me. With the up and down movement, my breathing is ragged and I can’t contain it any longer. I whisper through my teeth, “Kimber, I’m coming.”

She locks her lips firmly over me, taking every pump that comes out. Once I’m spent she raises herself slinking up my body and kisses me fiercely. I love this woman so much and she needs to know how I feel. I break our kiss and say, “Kimber, you are the most amazing woman I know. I…”

A firm knock echoes through the room. She scurries off of me as I cover my body with the blanket. I call out annoyed, “Who is it?”

The knob turns but it’s locked so the voice on the other side calls out, “Jordan, breakfast is almost ready. Maria made your favorites.”
My damn mother.

“We’ll be down in a minute.”

A minute passes before Kimber rolls back toward me with a small smile. Then her face turns serious, “Jordan, I think I need to go home.”

I frown, inching closer and my hand strokes her hair, “Kimber, just for today. We can drive back tonight after the reception if you want. I just need you here with me.”

Before she can say anything else I tell her, “I am so sorry that they were mean to you last night. I won’t allow anyone to treat you like that again.”

She glances past me at the window and agrees, “As long as we can leave tonight. I want to make sure Momma is doing alright and I have nothing to wear to a black tie wedding.”

“Then we will have to go shopping for a dress.” I smile trying to make it sweeter although I already know what her reaction will be.

“Jordan, I can’t…”

I put my finger over her lips, “Remember I want to take care of you. I will buy you a dress.”

She smiles sweetly and kisses me.

We get dressed and head down to breakfast. The same exact scene greets us this morning except my mom, Jennifer, and Mrs. Fontaine are smiling. I’m leery of what they could possibly be planning. As soon as Kimber sits down, Jennifer pipes up,”Kimber, I was wondering if you would like to go shopping with me and my mom today.”

Kimber squirms in her seat and looks over to me. I glare across the table but Jennifer holds her hands up and declares, “Well, first I owe you an apology. I’m sorry I was so rude last night. The Susan thing is so new to all of us still. We are all dealing in different ways.”

I’m about to protest, knowing Jennifer is doing anything but mourning Susan’s death. But she cuts me off, “I’m sure you need something to wear tonight and the boys are all going golfing. Dave wants Jordan to go since he hasn’t seen him in a while.”

Kimber straightens her shoulders and squeezes my hand under the table. She answers, “Actually that would be great. Jordan and I were just talking about going shopping but I think he should go with his friend.”

I lean over to her ear and ask, “Are you sure? She’s a shark.”

She nods and smiles. In that moment I see not Kimber but a tiny bit of her best friend in her expression. God help Jennifer if Kimber is channeling her inner Heidi.

An hour later, I am asking Kimber for the twentieth time if she is absolutely sure. She has assured me it will be nothing and that I should go and have a good time. I finally relent, giving her my credit card and tell her there is no limit, whatever she wants. Her eyes widen when I tell her and she tackles me in a hug. This is so funny coming from Kimber, the most down to earth girl I have ever met. I guess when it comes to shopping, most women are the same.

I walk her down to meet the women. My mom has decided to join in on the fun and worry fills me. I’m so close to calling off the golf game but she turns with a sure smile and kisses me goodbye. She follows Jennifer and her mom out to their Range Rover. My mom lingers back and tells me, “I’m going to watch over Kimber and make sure Jennifer and her mom don’t eat her alive. Jordan, you need to figure out what you want. Leading a girl on like this is not fair to her.”

I ignore her implication and choose not to engage in an argument about it right now. Instead I tell her, “Thank you Mom.” And kiss her on the cheek. I walk out to the porch and wave as Kimber smiles at me through the window. Knowing my mom is going makes me feel so much better.

Chapter Thirty Eight

I’m surprised that Mrs. Rhodes is going shopping with us but a little relieved. When they asked this morning about shopping I was shocked but I also had a feeling where it was coming from. Jennifer wants to intimidate me. So I thought ‘what would Heidi do in this situation?’ She’d be a bitch right back. I am determined at this point not to let this chick bother me. In the grand scheme that is my life, she means nothing. Jordan has made it pretty clear where I stand and last night at dinner his anger at her radiated off of him. I’m pretty sure I don’t have to worry.

Mrs. Rhodes slides in to the backseat beside me and lifts her mouth in a half smile. That’s probably all I’m going to get from her. She says softly eyeing my jeans and pink t-shirt, “Maybe we should get more than just a dress.”

I shrug my shoulders and glance forward. Jennifer is talking to her mom animatedly about the bridesmaids and their dresses, switching to something about getting her hair and makeup done. I am guessing she is in the wedding, thank God. Maybe she’ll keep her distance.

The day drawls out pretty fast. Jennifer doesn’t say very much to me all day. When it’s time to look for a dress, Jennifer takes off to another store on her own. Mrs. Rhodes and Mrs. Fontaine stay with me taking me to a small boutique called Papaya. It seems like a hole in the wall but when I glance at some of the price tags, I am appalled. I could eat for a year with the cost of some of the dresses. I let them pick various dresses out for me to try on. Since it is black tie they choose vibrant colored dresses. The first one in the batch that I try on, I instantly fall in love with. It is a deep red cocktail dress with a halter style top. It hugs every part of me perfectly and the color makes my skin glow. Reluctantly, I leave the dressing room afraid of any criticism. Mrs. Fontaine is the first to make a comment, “Well, Kimber, that was quick. I think we found your dress.”