Jordyn's Army, page 5
Shocked, I’m in absolute shock.
I won’t stand him up. I’m going, and I’m going to thank him properly. How that is, I haven’t a clue, but if my libido has a say, it will be by me riding him like the stallion I bet he is.
“Whatever, I’ll think about it, now go,” I say, standing up and hugging her. I watch her until she struts her cute little self to her car. I stand there long after the taillights disappear thinking my baby girl is all grown up and she’s right about me being good enough for Owen. I just hope I don’t chicken out.
It’s with a heavy heart, and an excited mind, I shut the door and lock it. Smelling my perfume as I kick my feet in the air.
After that quick and fluttery news to my system, my slight wine induced buzz is gone. I pour another glass pretending it’s an aged expensive bottle I’m indulging in.
The protruding of my belly catches my attention when I bend down to pick up the picture frame and place it on the scraped up wooden end table beside my couch. I take a hand and jiggle it, then begin to laugh.
“Right, as if Owen would want a piece of this.” The guy is perfectly cut; he’s like a rare diamond in the rough. No way would he go for a middle-aged woman like me.
Deflate goes the ego.
It’s official, at the age of forty I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. Whatever. It’s my jiggle, and no man will see it. I’m too old to start something with Owen or any man for that matter.
I earned my tummy, my thighs, and my ass by sitting behind a desk at Joe’s Used Car Sales for the past twenty years. He’s a tight little shit with money shoved so far up his butt he stinks, but the man is good to me. He’s the reason why Kennedy has straight teeth from braces and insurance until she turns twenty-six as long as she remains in college. Which, she will now that she’s attending law school.
Besides my job at the dealership, I work every other weekend waitressing at a greasy truck stop diner. The tips are great, and the truckers are even hotter. But who wants a man when they're only in town once or twice a month. Not me. I’d rather keep on being alone than have a man who’s never around. I suppose I could quit waitressing if I wanted to, but I don’t. Not until I’ve saved up ten thousand dollars to give Kennedy when she graduates from law school. The poor girl will be bogged down with student loans. I want her to be able to have this money to do whatever she wants.
I sigh when I think I’m only halfway there; maybe I should take the new landlord up on his offer. Cleaning the office twice a week would knock two hundred dollars off of my rent. I mean it’s a win-win for Kennedy. And now that she’s gone I don’t have to worry about getting home.
I reach for my glass of wine, chugging it down, and grab the almost empty bottle and with an unladylike swagger. I toss the card on the counter and make my way down the short hall with my perfume bottle and wine to my tiny bedroom, sucking down the remains of the bottle with no problem.
“Sorry vagina, I have to continue to put my daughter’s needs before my own.”
2
Owen
“You’ve stalled with showing me these plans for the rose garden long enough. I want them done, and on my desk by Monday morning Eric or I swear I’ll shove the dirt they need to grow in down your throat.” Fucking imbecile. I hate it when people try blowing smoke up my ass. If anyone should be shoving anything, it should be me shoving my dick inside the woman I’ve been after since I first saw her smiling face.
The blonde-haired bombshell, Rose Grant. The mother of my son’s ex-girlfriend. God, I can’t seem to get her off of my mind. How in the hell a woman who stood me up is taking every waking moment of my time before and after our non-existent date is beyond me? I want her. It’s a need that aches so deep in my balls that I find myself jacking off to her every morning.
I’m forty-six years old and playing with my goddamn dick over Rose.
Fuck.
I’m not sure what the hell drove me to get to know this woman. It could be the proud way Kennedy spoke about her when she first showed me her picture. How hardworking she is. How since the day she was born, Rose has put her first. Going without so many things in her own life to make sure her daughter had the necessities she needed. Or how she still drives around in a car that her parents bought her when she turned sixteen. Apparently, the thing is ready to croak- if not from the rusted out frame, but the sputtering engine. It has nothing to do with pitying her or wanting to help her out. Lord knows I tried that shit with my ex-wife and look where that got me. Well, in reality, it got me away from her cheating ways, but then it got her underneath one of my lawyers the minute I drew up divorce papers and told her to move the fuck out.
Dirty fuckers. It’s a good thing our son isn’t like that soul-sucking leech of a woman and more like me — a man who works his ass off for his money and treats people with respect.
A hard worker like the beautiful Rose.
My son, Oliver, choose to attend Harvard Business School like me. He graduated with the highest of honors. He made the decision to join my million-dollar perfume company on his own and has busted his ass to prove this is something he’s good at as well as loves.
The House of Orchids and Roses was started years ago by my maternal grandfather. After my grandmother gave birth to my mother and started smashing the petals of orchids and roses until they were mush, she’d mix them and place the scent behind her ears and on her wrists. She put them in her dresser drawers and my mother’s.
My grandfather went to a chemist and paid top dollar for him to design a perfume as a surprise for my grandmother. Everything between him and the chemist escalated from there.
After the business started to grow, they settled down in Austin where my mother grew up, later married my dick face of a father who left her high and dry three months after I was born. To this day, I have no clue where the bastard is; it took my grandfather almost a year to track the drugged up fucker down to have him sign off on their divorce.
My mother remarried when I was four to a wonderful man who is now a retired surgeon. She raised me well, let me become independent, and once I was old enough, I started working for my grandfather in the summers. To make a long story short, he was a genius at best. Taught me everything I know and now as I sit here behind his old worn-out desk, all of this money, cars and expensive home mean shit to me when I have no one to share it with — no one who would want me for me.
“Fuck.” I curse, slam my fist on my desk. “Why didn’t you show to dinner the other night, Rose? I wanted to wine and dine and then fuck us both into oblivion. The kids broke up damn it, and they were both on board with me asking you out.”
“Sounds like you’re giving up.” I lift my head to the voice of my son walking through my door. He closes it quietly behind him. Takes a seat in the chair across from me and leans in to look at my laptop. I quickly slam it shut.
“Ah. You stalking Kennedy’s Facebook page now?” He lifts his brows in an unknowing challenge. He knows damn well why I would be looking at her Facebook. I’m staring at pictures of her incredibly sexy mother.
“Whatever boy, what’s going on? I thought you were in San Antonio today?” I acknowledge.
“I was. The new collection smells amazing. The ribbon-cutting at Claude’s is two weeks from Saturday.” He says as if I would forget. No way in hell will I forget the past two years I’ve watched our perfumers, scientists and everyone else involved in developing The Rose Collection.
Especially my son.
“I’m proud of you, Oliver. I mean it.”
“I know Dad. I appreciate you giving me this opportunity. Now tell me what’s going on with Rose. I wanted to pop in and see how the date was.”
“I don’t know. She never called, never showed.”
“She’s probably scared, Dad. Rose is one of the sweetest people I know. She might be a little crazy obsessive with Kennedy, but not any worse than you with me. You taught me to go after what I wanted, and here you sit stalking her instead of practicing what you preach. Never took you for a quitter.” He stands and walks out the door just as quickly as he entered.
“Fuck it, he’s right,” I mutter.
I grab the piece of paper with Rose’s address on it and jet out of the office. My secretary tries to stop me, but my stride is too powerful and determined. The time has come, and once and for all, I’m going after a woman I want.
I hand my driver her address before I slink into the back of the town car. I take a long pull from the bottle of scotch perched on the side. I don’t even go for fucking ice or savor the taste in my mouth. I need some liquid courage here.
The town car flies by as the driver continues to our destination. It’s a neighborhood filled with crumbling, old homes. It’s a part of the city that needs a facelift, and Rose doesn’t deserve to be living in a neighborhood like this.
“We’re here, sir.”
My driver’s voice brings my attention back to the task at hand. To get my beautiful Rose underneath me, on top of me and any other way I can as long as I sink inside of her.
“What apartment number?” I ask forgetting that detail.
“Three hundred twenty-two.”
“Thanks, Roger.” I nod to him before getting out of the backseat.
I straighten out my tie, roll up the sleeves on my white button-up, and begin taking the stairs two at a time. I find her apartment easy enough and take a moment before knocking. This shit isn’t my game. It’s always the other way around. I’ve never hunted down pussy or even grown nervous over the fact of meeting women. It’s all been a game with me the victor and owner of a very satisfied dick.
Mustering up the confidence, checking my breath, and practicing my smolder, I finally rap on the door several times. I can hear slight rustling in the apartment, but hell it could be a dog or cat for all I know. Then the thought of incredible pussy invades my thoughts.
I shake all those thoughts away and knock a little louder, this time.
“Not again. Not freaking again.” I hear Rose’s frantic voice from the inside.
A bit out of breath. Well, she’s about to be panting by the time I’m done with her tonight.
“I was trying so damn hard to do it right this time.”
What in the living hell is she doing in there?
Before I knock again, Rose flings open the door, stands before me in a very tight tank top and lacy boy shorts. She’s wielding something in her right hand like ninja sticks, flanking whatever it is all over the place. When her arm movement slows down, I make out the object. It’s a gigantic, purple dildo with nuts and even a suction cup at the base. Jesus Christ, Almighty. She doesn’t need that with the real thing standing right here.
“What?” She points the monster at me. Then brings it right up to her face. “I thought I asked you to deliver Owen; this is not Owen. Let me find the box so you can take this broken thing back.”
I smirk. She’s thinking about me while using the vibrator, or trying anyway. My dick is definitely not broken. It’s standing hard and tall and proud right now.
“Oh, my God. Owen.”
I point to her forehead. “Hey, Rose. If you wanted to get slapped by a dick, you should have shown up to dinner.”
There’s a large welt on her forehead in the shape of a cock, and it’s now that I notice her hair is damp from a shower. Or maybe, it’s sweat trying to use that fake dick in her hands. My eyes lower to see her erect nipples pressing through her shirt. Goddamn, she is something else. Her tits are big, round and fucking screaming at me to bite those nipples, to slide my cock in between those breasts and give her a ride to Owensville.
“Funny, Owen. If I weren’t embarrassed, I’d hit you with this thing. You should go. I’m not good enough for you.” She flings the rubber dick to her forehead, showing me just how it got there in the first place. “See, I’m an inexperienced woman whose life hasn’t been a bed of roses. I never went on a date in my life. I’ve been with one man, and he was a boy compared to you. I thought he knew what he was doing, but I’d dare to guess he hadn’t a clue. Not after seeing you. Not after getting myself off time and time again pretending it was you. Speaking of roses, the perfume smells divine. Thank you.”
I’m a little turned on by her mouth. Hell, I’m a lot turned on. The things I could teach that mouth of hers to do.
Goddamn, the woman of my dreams here folks.
“You’re welcome.” I inhale, it smells delicious on her. I knew it would — my Rose. Both of them.
“I was set to have dinner and planned on saying to hell with not knowing each other all that well, to hell with not dating and jump your bones after the other night, but oh no the Universe thought it would cast out karma tickets like a dirty whore that day. A customer came into my work at five minutes to closing time and wanted to test drive a car. I should have called and by the time I got around to it all I wanted was my bed.”
All I want is your bed too, lead the way baby.
“I’m sorry.” Saying the only two words, I can think of without shutting her up with my mouth fused to hers. God, I can’t wait to taste her. I bet she’s as delicious as she smells — a whole lot of spice to match that tongue.
“Oh, it gets better. That test drive didn’t work out well for him, so the idiot decided on another car and then another. He settled on the fourth car, and my boss made me stay and draw up the paperwork. If he doesn’t pay me overtime, I’ll kick his ass. I could add it to my Kennedy fund. I want her to have some money when she finishes law school; you know a little cushion. I even took on another job to add to it and that pompous ass better, well, never mind.”
A maniacal laugh escapes her lush mouth; it quickly morphs into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. “God, you probably think I’m crazy now.”
“Not even close, I think you’re the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. The most hardworking and dedicated mother, but if you don’t shut up and let me inside so I can take your sexy ass to bed, I’ll strip you down and spread your thighs right here.”
She steps in closer to me, placing her free hand on her hip. Her nipples are dangerously close to brushing up against my chest. My dick stirs, and I react, grabbing her hip with my palm.
My fingers flex into the lacy boy shorts. Rose bites down on her bottom lip, stifling a moan, and that’s all it takes for me to become unhinged.
I yank the dildo from her hand. Toss it inside for later and slam the door shut and lift Rose in the air, smashing my mouth to hers.
Yup, fucking delicious.
3
Rose
“Jesus Christ, are you ever beautiful. All woman. Where’s your bedroom, Rose?” Owen slides his hands down the back of my shorts and grips a handful of my flabby ass. His lips still pressed to mine.
I can’t speak. The brain cells I gathered back over the years are dissolving, and he hasn’t even slipped me the tongue.
Suddenly, I’m all too aware of my belly fat, my cellulite thighs, the slight sagging of my breasts, the dimples in my ass Owen will see.
I owned them with my clothes on, but with Owen pressed against me, his hard chest, sculpted abs and large arms looking like the silver fox grecian god that he is, not so much.
He’s solid like cement everywhere. And that bulge is way more enormous than I thought. Nearly double the size of my busted vibrator.
Screw it. We’ve been playing cat and mouse for months. If he’s not into me after tonight then at least I’m getting off to the man of my dreams.
I point to my right, and he takes long strides until reaching my room, tossing me on my bed and staring down at my breasts as they heave and bounce.
“I’m finally going to get inside you. Been waiting what feels like forever. God, you are so hot.”
I’m hot alright, hot for him and very unsure of what the hell I’m supposed to do. So I tug my top down to cover my belly roll, which by the way Owen’s nostrils flare isn’t the right thing to do.
“Hell no. Don’t cover-up. I want to see every inch of you. I want to touch every part, and I’m going to Rose.”
Owen grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed, drops to his knees and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts before sliding them down my legs.
My heart pounds in my chest. We’re doing this, oh dear God. I’m about to have sex with the man of my dreams, and he’s about to take a peek of my forty-year-old vagina.
“Spread your legs for me, Rose. Let me see what you’ve been trying to use that damn dildo on while wishing it was me.” My face flushes at the command, but I do it because Lord have mercy, not only is Owen hot, he’s a demanding Alpha.
I’m actually about to get some dick. Some very good dick. This is a dream come true. Or maybe it is a dream. I should pinch myself and see.
I should, but I’d look like the crazy woman I am if I do.
Owen stares between my legs for so long that I become even more self-conscious. I mean, I shaved and all, but I’ve never had a man stare at me down there. It’s more embarrassing than me telling him I’ve never been with anyone but Kennedy’s sperm donor. Maybe not quite as embarrassing as the spot on my forehead though. All I wanted to do was see if the suction cup worked. I’d planned on attaching it to the bed and taking it for a ride. It got stuck.
Obviously.
“Fucking perfect,” he says, leaning forward until he’s settled between my legs.
“I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing by thinking you could replace me with a vibrator. The next time you use it will be with me. I knew from the first time you looked at me from across the table you needed a good fuck the same as me. This isn’t a one-time thing, Rose. You're going to become mine and no more working for a piece of shit. I’m going to cherish you first. You are as real as they come. No hidden bullshit. Those traits built up my attraction for you, and I’m going to shower you with it and let you do whatever in your life you want to do.”
