Chapter 65 | My Mother, The Text-Nuke [CASTLE BONUS]

Jordan repeated the motion. Over and over. Met each of her downward strokes with an upward thrust.

Their breathing turned ragged. The sounds of skin against skin filled the loft. Wet and obscene and perfect.

"I’m—" Chloe’s voice broke. "I’m close—"

Jordan’s hand left her breast. Slid down her stomach. Found the spot where their bodies joined.

His fingers moved higher. Found the sensitive bundle of nerves above her entrance.

Rubbed in tight circles.

"Ah—Jordan—fuck—"

Chloe’s entire body went rigid. Her inner walls clamped down around him like a vice.

She came with a cry that echoed off the loft ceiling. "Oh—oh god—Jordan—"

Her release triggered something primal in Jordan’s brain. He sat up. Wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulled her chest flush against his.

Then he thrust up hard.

"Ahh—" Chloe’s cry pitched higher.

Jordan did it again. Set a punishing rhythm. Used his grip on her waist to bounce her on his lap.

The new angle made him hit that spot inside her with every thrust.

"Too much—" Chloe gasped against his neck. "Jordan—it’s too—ahh—"

"You can take it," Jordan growled.

His mouth found her shoulder. Bit down gently.

Chloe’s nails raked down his back. "Fuck—yes—mark me—"

Jordan bit harder. Sucked the skin into his mouth. Let his teeth leave visible impressions.

Chloe’s second orgasm hit without warning. Her whole body convulsed. Her inner walls rippled around him.

"Jordan—Jordan—oh god—"

The sensation pushed Jordan over the edge. His hips stuttered. His grip on her waist turned bruising.

"Chloe—I’m—"

"Inside," she gasped. "Come inside me—"

That was all it took. Jordan’s release slammed through him. His vision went white. His entire body locked up.

He buried himself as deep as possible. Emptied himself inside her. Felt that bronze trait activate again. Felt the impossible volume flood her channel.

"Oh—" Chloe’s eyes went wide. "That’s—there’s so much—"

Jordan couldn’t respond. Could barely breathe. The orgasm seemed to last forever. Pulse after pulse after pulse.

Finally it ended. Jordan collapsed backward onto the bed. Pulled Chloe down with him.

She sprawled across his chest. Both of them breathing hard. Both of them boneless and satisfied.

"God damn," Chloe panted. "What is that?"

Shit.

"What is what?" Jordan asked carefully.

She shifted her hips. "There’s no way that’s normal."

Jordan’s brain scrambled for an explanation. "Good genes?"

"Bullshit."

"Healthy diet?"

"Try again."

"Vitamin supplements?"

Chloe lifted her head. Looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Jordan."

"Yeah?"

"Tell me the truth."

Jordan’s chest tightened. Here it comes. The moment she figures out I’m lying. The moment everything falls apart.

But then Chloe smiled. "Actually don’t. I don’t care."

"You don’t?"

"Nope." She pressed a kiss to his chest. "As long as you keep doing that thing with your hips, you can have whatever weird genetic mutation you want."

Relief flooded through Jordan. "Deal."

Chloe shifted again. Jordan’s length was still inside her. Still semi-hard despite just finishing.

"We’re gonna need another shower," she said.

"Probably."

"And more sheets."

"Definitely."

"And food. I’m starving."

Jordan’s stomach growled in agreement. "Korean leftovers?"

"Already gone. We finished them earlier."

"Pizza?"

"You’re obsessed with pizza."

"It’s efficient."

"It’s lazy."

"Efficient," Jordan repeated.

Chloe rolled her eyes. But she was smiling. That real smile that made Jordan’s chest feel too tight.

She shifted to climb off him. Jordan’s hands tightened on her waist.

"Wait," he said.

"What?"

"Just—stay like this for a minute."

"We’re covered in sweat and other fluids."

"I know."

"You’re literally still inside me."

"I know that too."

Chloe studied his face. Whatever she saw there made her expression soften. "Okay."

She settled back down. Rested her cheek against his chest. Right over his heart.

Jordan’s arms wrapped around her. One hand traced lazy patterns on her back. The other played with the end of her ponytail.

The blue streak caught the afternoon light streaming through the loft windows.

"This is nice," Chloe murmured.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Her voice went quieter. "I don’t usually—after, I mean—I don’t usually want to stay like this."

"With other guys?"

"With anyone."

That statement made something warm bloom in Jordan’s chest. Something that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the girl draped across him.

"I’m glad you’re staying now," Jordan said.

"Me too."

They lay there in comfortable silence. Jordan’s hand kept tracing patterns on Chloe’s back. Her breathing evened out. Slowed.

"Don’t fall asleep," Jordan said.

"Too late."

"Chloe."

"Mmm?"

"We have karaoke in—" He glanced at the clock on her nightstand. "Shit. Three hours."

"Cancel."

"Can’t. Leo already paid for the room."

"Leo can afford it."

"Kumiko will be sad."

That made Chloe’s eyes open. "Ugh. Fine."

She pushed herself up reluctantly. Jordan’s length slipped out of her. The loss made them both groan.

Chloe climbed off the bed. Stood on shaky legs.

Jordan sat up. Watched her walk toward the bathroom. Watched the evidence of their encounter trail down her inner thighs.

His cock twitched with renewed interest despite having just finished.

Chloe noticed. Glanced back over her shoulder. "Seriously?"

"Can’t help it," Jordan said. "You look like that."

"Like what?"

"Freshly fucked."

Chloe’s cheeks went pink. "You’re ridiculous."

"You like it."

"Unfortunately." She disappeared into the bathroom.

Jordan flopped back onto the bed. Stared at the ceiling. Let his brain catch up with what just happened.

I just had sex with Chloe Kim for the second time in twenty-four hours. Had amazing, slow, loving sex where she came twice and I marked her skin and she marked me back.

And she still doesn’t know the truth about the System.

His phone buzzed on the desk. Jordan ignored it.

Three more buzzes in rapid succession.

With a groan, Jordan hauled himself off the bed. Walked to the desk naked and sticky.

His phone screen showed seven new messages.

Mom: Jordan David McKnight you call me right now

Mom: I am THRILLED about this girlfriend

Mom: Cassie says she’s beautiful

Mom: When can we meet her???

Mom: Your father wants to meet her too

Mom: We’re thinking next weekend

Mom: Call me!!!

Jordan stared at his phone. Seven messages from his mother. Each one more enthusiastic than the last.

The shower turned on in the bathroom. Water hissed against tile.

"Jordan?" Chloe called out. "You coming?"

"In a sec."

"We should conserve water."

Jordan’s cock twitched. "That’s not conserving anything."

"It’s environmentally responsible." Her voice carried a teasing lilt. "Plus I need someone to wash my back."

Oh for fuck’s sake.

Jordan looked at his phone again. His mother’s texts glared at him accusingly.

Next weekend. She wanted to meet Chloe next weekend.

The girl he’d just fucked raw on her bed upstairs. The girl who still thought he needed three wives because of some bullshit inheritance. The girl who was currently naked in the shower waiting for him.

This is fine. Everything is fine. I’ll just tell mom we’re taking it slow.

His phone buzzed again.

Mom: I’m calling you in 30 seconds