XXIV

I spent my afternoon off doing some "research" (Jordan vids on youtube)...
Katy Perry - Teenage Dream

"Jordan? Have you done that Geog assignment?" I opened the door into his room and flopped on his bed. I watched him search his desk, his slightly bulkier frame stretching the shoulders of his grey t-shirt. His dark jeans fitted in all the right places.

"It's kinda complicated." He turned around holding a few pieces of paper in one hand. I made a face, I could do complicated. This is the guy who finds advanced math difficult.

"You might need some help." I blew a raspberry, as he knelt over me and pressed his lips to mine. The kind of body-melting, mind-blanking kiss. "I... I can do complicated," I said. Jordan's eyes crinkled, and he kissed me gently on the lips again. He smiled back at me, before kissing me again, propping himself up over me.

"Why would I need help?" I played. Trying not to smirk, he silenced me with a kiss which quickly got hotter. I ran my hand along his upper arm, down his chest and slowly drew his t-shirt over his head so I could get a good view of his chest.

Pushing Jordan gently off me, he let me roll over on top of him, straddling his waist. He looked gorgeous, smiling, hair all rumpled. "What?" he grinned.

"Nothing." I couldn't help the smile on my face.

"What?"

I shook my head. Jordan reached up and tickled me, making me squeal and snuggle down onto his chest, trying to protect myself. "Stop!" I shrieked. I pinned one of his hands above his head, giving me better access to his neck and his jaw. Jordan smiled and let me move his other arm over his head. "Better," I thought as I watched his triceps flex gently.

"You know there's a no clothing policy in my room," he teased. I grinned. That sounded exactly like my kind of policy.

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"You have got to be kidding me," Nat said as we walked between classes. I wish I wasn't but I had to tell someone.

"It's like she knows," I said opening my locker and pulling my Geography ones out. Last night I had found a small box of condoms on my pillow. In addition to the ones Nat had given me for my birthday, I was well prepared. I know it was her, only my mother goes in there to clean, so I knew it was her who left the box. "How does she know?" I asked no one.

"Mothers just have this instinctive knowledge for these things, like a motherly intuition," Nat said. "She loves Jordan and she's just making sure you're both being safe." Nat had a point. I didn't mind as long as the condoms didn't come with a pep talk. That I could live without.

"See you afterwards," I said heading to Geography with my half-done assignment. I blame Jordan for that as well. It seemed like everything I did included Jordan in some way or another. We spent eighty percent of our time together and he affected everything I did.

I got a C- on my assignment and headed out to find Nat. Jordan had some kind of pre-arranged-media-draft-ad-thingy this afternoon and tomorrow in Toronto that had been scheduled for a while. 

Got a C- on geog work - all your fault x

My phone buzzed a couple of minutes later: MY fault? admit it, your grades are slipping x

I bit back a laugh. My grades were consistently good.

You're a distraction, the good kind x 

The best X 

And obviously so modest as well, I thought. I did some math in my free period before meeting Nat. She rolled her eyes when she saw me. "If you two aren't doing it, can I have what you're having?" 

I shook my head. "Seriously, you need a hockey player. I am never going back to anything else."

"That good eh? So are you two talking forever ever?" 

It wasn't a conversation that had come up and it wasn't even something I had given much thought. Sure, I was going to college whilst Jordan was going to go pro, but beyond the summer, who knew? 

"Guess you haven't got that far yet," Nat spoke like she almost regretted her words. "So, I just heard I got into Pitt, which is cool because they're number one for my course." I gave her a hug; Nat had her heart set on Pittsburgh. Whilst it wasn't for me and my sunnier climes, I was pleased for her. 

"That's great, when did you hear?" 

"This morning, my parents are ecstatic!" I was surprised she had even kept it quiet that long; Nat was the worst at keeping things like this quiet. 

"I bet they are. This is AMAZING. You got your first choice!" Nat had siblings who hadn't got the grades to go to college, so Nat would be the first from her family. 

"Yeah. Anyway, enough of that. Are you set for Brady's Easter party this weekend?"

My smile spread across my face. Brady's party would be immense, I had been prepared for about a month. It's his birthday and Brady's parties are like Jessica's NYE ones: awesome. Although most of the snow was rapidly disappearing, but it was still freezing. In Brady's infinite wisdom, he'd chosen 'Arabian Nights'. My outfit had been set for ages.

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"What the hell do I wear to one of these things?" Jordan asked me as I lay in bed, listening to him phone from his hotel room in Toronto. "Doesn't he hate me, after NYE?" 

I smiled. "Brady doesn't hate anyone, he's the most likeable person I know. Anyway, once he gets to know you, he'll love you too."

Love you too, had I just indirectly said it? Would Jordan have picked up on what I had just said? Neither of us had said those three words yet, but I was head over heels for him. Crazily, stupidly and ridiculously falling, no, that had happened a while ago, I'd already fallen for him.

"Maybe, what are you wearing?" Jordan said. Now that's a leading question, I thought.

"It's a surprise."

"I hate surprises."

"You'll like this one."

There was a long pause before he spoke again. "Wish you were here."

"Me too." I pictured an almost naked Jordan alone in a huge bed in between crisp, white sheets. 

"It'd make bedtime a lot more fun." I smiled at the thought, Jordan always knew how to make bedtime fun. "Just you and me, an empty hotel room, no one else to disturb us, no parents..." his voice trailed off. I could hear the sound of the crisp, white sheets as he turned over in bed.

"Jordan?"

"Yeah?"

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow." I hung up and went to sleep, horny and tired. 

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Jordan and Brady hit it off so much so that I felt like a third wheel. Jordan got eyed up by every available or desperate girl in the room but it felt good knowing that I was the one he was going home with. I was beginning to get used to the "Holy shit, you're Jordan Staal" everytime I introduced Jordan to new people. A few guys asked about the upcoming draft and each time Jordan gave the standard answer, "anywhere but St. Louis."

"Why not St. Louis?" I asked on the drive back.

"It would be like trying to sail your boat in no wind. No career prospects, no cup prospects. Just in one city for the rest of my days."

"So you'd take number two or three if it meant going somewhere else?" I didn't know much about hockey or even who had the second or third picks, but I took an active interest for Jordan's sake.

"Yeah, Eric went second and he's doing well down in Raleigh. If I get second, I get to play with Crosby, if I go third, I get an original six team..." he trailed off.

When we got in, both of my parents were upstairs asleep. I grabbed a drink of water and watched Jordan make himself a sandwich. "I gotta eat," he shrugged. "Have to feed the muscles." I watched the muscles in his arms flex as he made himself a sandwich. He caught me watching and grinned.

"I'm hungry," he protested.I didn't want to watch Jordan eat. Watching him do a lot of things is like porn, but watching him eat was not one of them. I smiled suggestively, then threw off my top and ran for the living room. Within seconds, he had caught me up, any thoughts of the sandwich forgotten.

He caught me and we landed in a heap on the floor. "Sshhh," I gestured, one finger to his lips, indicating my parents on the floor above us. It was after two in the morning, but I didn't need them to find us half-naked in the living room.

I was straddling him in the middle of the floor, my knees either side of his chest. His blonde hair was perfectly dishevelled, his blue eyes shone in the light from the kitchen. I inched his top halfway up his chest, revealing inch upon inch of hard toned stomach. "This, has to come off, and these," I said, smacking the top of his thigh. I popped the button on his trousers and rolled the zipper down, as far as I could reach.

When I turned around, Jordan's mouth was back on mine, his hands slide up my chest and to the back of my bra. He doesn't hesitate with the clip, letting it fall open and pulls the strap down. His lips find my nipple which hardens instantly at the contact. His hands are everywhere, I feel like I'm on fire.

Jordan shuffles out of his pants leaving on his boxer briefs, whilst we both pretend that we're not thinking about taking those off too. He picks me up and we move to the sofa, this time he's on top, pressing me down into the material, his body rolling over mine, making sure I feel everything. He kisses me back, full of lust and urgency, his tongue rolling over mine, hands roaming my chest. His hard-on pokes my thigh, reminding me again about his underwear. I flick the waistband, trying to push them down, unable to reach. He laughs, and pushes them over his butt, revealing at least seven thick inches of pure hardness.

We grind against each other, both moaning and panting, his cock pushing against the inside of my thigh. Jordan tweaks my nipple with his thumb causing me to moan loudly into his mouth. I look up at Jordan, his eyes are closed, like me he looks like he's having difficulty controlling himself. I really want him, but not like this, not here. I'm worried that I won't remember it in the morning, and I want our first time to be more than a drunken fumble.

"Jordan," I gasp. His eyes flicker open, finding mine.

"We can't, not here, not tonight. I want it to be right, not on my sofa" I say, feeling like one of those brain dead bimbos I always laugh at, who wants their first time to be full of 'I love yous' and scented candles. I don't need that, I know what I've got with Jordan, but losing my virginity on my couch isn't how I imagined this going.

He groans, his head goes down into my shoulder. "I want you so badly," he groans into my neck. Not like this, I want to remember it all, not because I've got half a bottle of tequila inside me. His breath tickles my collar bone, he kisses the side of my neck; his erection is still pressed firmly against the inside of my leg.

I feel like a bitch for encouraging him then turning him down. I scoop up our clothes and lead him upstairs, kissing him gently before making it to my room. Alone. Because although I have some willpower, if he was staying in my bed tonight, I'm know I wouldn't be able to say no. As I changed into my pjs, my phone pinged, tease x

Waking up, I smiled feeling an arm draped across my waist. I definitely went to bed alone, I thought. "Stop squirming," Jordan's voice was muffled. He was turned away from me, heating our little cocoon, pinning me to the bed.
"Funny how I went to bed alone," I teased. "I should really report the strange man in my bed..."

He turned over, leaning halfway over me. "What do I have to do to get you to keep your silence?"

"A bribe?" I gasped.

"Maybe?" Jordan shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. "A kiss, or is that not enough."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Jordan rolled so quickly and silently out of my bed and onto the floor, hidden by the side of my bed. I pulled the duvet cover around so it didn't look so rumpled. "Come in," I said.

My mother stuck her head round the door. "I need your help at Beans this morning,  Annie called in sick and no one else is picking up." She paused. "Morning Jordan." The door closed quietly and I let out a little laugh.

Jordan's head shot up. "How did she find out?"

I shrugged as he got back into my bed. "About that bribe..."

XXIII

I'm having a little trouble choosing a song for the current chapter. Anyway, I'm loving this at the moment: Rihanna - Cheers



We had spent the day lying around the house, watching TV and making food. Dad had returned home and left for the arena, having some work to do with the other coaches before tomorrow's match. Jordan was going away for a week to play five matches somewhere in Ontario. I was planning on enjoying every last moment with him.

As well as our new relationship, my cast was due off in two weeks - something I was really excited about. It had been a pain, reducing showers and other everyday tasks to sheer frustration.

On top of all this, it was March and Jordan's training sessions seemed to be increasing. Dad was happy that the Petes had been winning lots of matches and he was certain of winning the league or the championship or whatever. Jordan was attracting lots of press surrounding the NHL draft in the summer and it was rumoured he was going to go in the top 10.

"It's a lot of pressure," he said as we lay snuggled up on the sofa. "Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it."

I lay pretty much on top of him, my head across his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. "But then I don't know what else I would do. I would regret not going pro. And Marc and Eric have done it. It's like I'm destined to do it..." he tailed off.

"And Jared?" I added.

"Jarhead's a long way off at the moment. He lacks drive and his ginger hair gets him in trouble. He sees red all the time. We always picked on him when we played, runt of the litter... He has to fight his way out of everything and that stops him playing well. Good players don't fight," Jordan explained.

"So you're definitely a fighter then?" I joked.

Jordan reached around and grabbed a cushion, whacking my back with it. "I'm a lover, not a fighter!"

"You did not just say that!" It was one of the goofiest things I had heard him say.

"Babe, I hate fighting."

I ignored the 'babe'. "OK Casanova, you're not a fighter then. Because you're good."

"Yeah I'm good, I'm the best."

"And modest too! Don't let it go to your head," I said getting up to get myself a drink. Jordan followed me into the kitchen and helped himself to a protein shake. My Dad was constantly trying to get him to bulk up more for his frame. He was big, everything about him was large, but Dad reckoned he could carry more muscle. And it would help his transition into the NHL.


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Whilst Jordan was generating a lot of interest before the summer draft, I was beginning to get some replies from my college applications. I had been offered places at UCLA and Miami which I was really pleased about. I was still waiting for a couple more replies.

I hadn't made any more decisions, I just had to work hard to get there. When I wasn't at school or spending time with Jordan, more and more of my time was spent at my desk, pouring over books and study guides.

It was March and exams were just around the corner and I was worried about how much to do.

"Stop worrying, you're super clever, you'll ace them," Nat had said one afternoon during a study period. It wasn't that, but no one could succeed in an exam without being fully prepared.

"Where's loverboy today?"

"Somewhere like London or Kitchener," I said not looking up from my paper. "I miss him."

Nat made a barfing noise and pretended to gag. "You two are so disgustingly adorable that it makes me sick." I smiled, thinking about the Sunday just gone where we had spent the entire day wrapped up in one another.

We had spoken nearly every day that he had been on the road. He sounded exhausted but it was nice to chat to him each night before I fell asleep.

"Stop dreaming and concentrate on your algebra" Nat said. "Loverboy has nothing to do with trig equations."


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"Are you coming to Lizzi's party?" I asked Nat as she dropped me home after class. She shrugged, she wasn't that close to Lizzi but she wasn't one to turn down a party. Nat normally gets invited to these things way before I do. By the sounds of it Lizzi had gone all out with a mardi gras theme. Jordan was also due back that night and he had promised me he would meet me at the party. Then Lizzi had begged him to bring a couple of teammates.

"Maybe, what the hell do you wear to Mardi Gras, that well-known Peterborough festival?" Nat snarked as we came to a stop sign. There had been birthday parties every weekend - and they were all good. Lizzi's theme was different and she had invited so many people that it promised to be one of the best yet.

I shrugged. I hadn't even really thought about it much. My mind had been on my work and on Jordan.


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The party was in full swing when we got there. I had found a gold sequin dress and a carnival mask having trawled vintage shops looking for something suitable. Lizzi had draped us all in mardi gras beads when we arrived and the venue was decked out in purple, green and gold. I've never been to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, but if it was half as good as this party seemed, it would be worth going.

I headed straight for the bar where Lizzi had two muscular barmen in bowties and aprons. The cocktail list was extensive so Nat and I wasted no time in ordering a couple of drinks. "I want to be too drunk to function," Nat commented after knocking back her first one. Bryan, another guy with a bike she had liked had cheated on her.

"Not too drunk to function, Nat. There's a guy over there giving you the eye."

Nat swirled round, scowling, but didn't see the guy I was pointing at. She could literally have any guy she wanted.

Many cocktails later and maybe an hour after Nat had passed out and been taken home, I saw a familiar tall figure heading towards me. A pair of strong arms looped around my waist and my senses were overwhelmed by that cologne that I loved. "Hey," he whispered into my ear before kissing me softly on the lips.

I followed Jordan over to the bar where he ordered me a cocktail and a shot and a beer for him. "Think I'm too overdressed for Mardi Gras?" I looked over his white dress shirt and the black suit pants. Even in my heels I had to reach a little, loosening another button on his shirt. I threw one of the Mardi Gras necklaces over him. "Good to go. How was the trip?"

"All wins, couldn't have gone better. Exhausting," he said, running a hand through his hair. It was getting a little longer, and if I'm honest, I liked it shorter, but he could still pull it off.

"Want to celebrate later?" Jordan's face lit up like a kid at Christmas. He suddenly kissed me hard. "How soon is later?" Laughing, I pushed him in the direction of Lizzi, he should really go and say "Hi" first.

Jordan and I were pretty good on the PDA side of things. We had our moments at school, but on the whole we were pretty good. Austin was really into PDAs - because he wasn't getting any sex, but wanted everyone to think we were doing it all the time. He felt he had to show the world that we couldn't keep our hands off one another.

I made my way to the bathroom where two girls were fixing their hair and make up in front of the mirrors. I didn't recognise them, but I only knew about sixty percent of the people here. "So any guys you like?" the first one said to her friend.

"Well there is one," the other one replied. "He's a Pete and he just walked in." Lizzi had asked Jordan to bring along some non-douchey teammates and a couple of them were sort of cute.

"Oh really," replied her friend now that her attention had been caught. "Which one? Do you have any black eyeliner? Mine keeps smudging."

"He's tall and blonde, think his name is Jayden or something." I tried to bite back a laugh, but I had heard enough. The green-eyed monster was not a good look for me. Flushing the toilet, I washed my hands as quickly as possible, trying not to look at the two girls in front of me.

I was used to girls openly wilting at school whenever Austin passed them. This one girl nearly peed her pants when he asked her to move because she was obstructing his locker. But Jordan, he wasn't something I wanted to share, or to hear other girls talk about how hot he was, or what they wanted to do to him. Jordan is mine. I am an only child and I don't share.

"Hey," Jordan said, catching my non-cast arm, and drawing me closer to him. He and his teammates were stood around between the bar and the dancefloor. I waved hello. "You ok?" he whispered in my ear.

"Ready to go celebrate all those wins?" I replied. I wanted to get Jordan out of here as quickly as possible. Jordan's eyes widened, he downed his drink, muttered something to his teammates and practically dragged me over to the coat check.

It usually takes at least fifteen minutes to get to my house from that part of town to mine. Jordan did it in six. By the time we got in the darkened house, we were all over each other, tugging off clothes, our mouths on any available piece of skin. I dropped to my knees as I tugged Jordan's pants down then realised his legs were too long for this. Heading to the living room, I pushed him down onto the sofa and knelt between his legs. Having kept my V-plates for so long with Austin, I became a pro at giving blowjobs.

XXII

Sorry for the delay, this is so overdue. I finally finished my MA and have just moved countries and moved in with my boyfriend. If any of you are still reading, let me know what you think :)


Ellie Goulding - Starry Eyed


My Mom loved the news - because she loves Jordan. I had told her one afternoon in Beans, and she was over the moon. I couldn't tell if my Dad would be so receptive to the news.

He was sitting reading some papers down in his basement study. I knocked gently at the door before entering. "And what brings you down here kiddo?" I wish he wouldn't call me that.

"Just came to talk to you about some things, I said, perching on the edge of a chair in front of one of his desks. He removed his glasses and put down the papers. "OK, shoot."

"It's Jordan," I began. Dad frowned, looking confused. I felt I should explain before he gets the wrong idea. "I really like him and we've decided to start dating. We've liked each other for a while and... I don't think I should keep you or Mom in the dark about it. And I don't want it to be a big deal with us both living here.

My Dad let out a huge sigh, I deliberately didn't look at him, instead staring at my hands in my lap. "Alice, I'm a bit surprised. I didn't think you liked hockey players?" he began.

"I...I... don't?" Generally I didn't. Ice hockey is the most uncivilised sport, and you can hardly check a guy out when he's wearing so much padding and a helmet.

"Well, from the team I'm glad it's Staal that you picked. He's a good kid and he'll go far, just no funny business ok?" No funny business, yeahh right.

"OK," I said brightly.

"Oh, and Alice, thanks for telling me," Dad added as I got up to leave.


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We are going shopping. Pick you up in ten

I sighed, putting my cell down. This work wasn't going to do itself and I had only just got into it. Screw it, there's always tomorrow.

We traipsed around the crowded Eaton centre, rinsing every store, bags on every arm. Nat stopped outside Victoria Secrets.
"I'm not going in here, I don't need anything," I said moving forwards. Nat didn't move.

"I don't know if you're sleeping with Jordan or not, but you probably need some new underwear."

I bit my lip. We hadn't gone there yet, and with things the way they were going, I didn't know how long it would be.

"Still not gone there?"

"No, not yet." But with the way we were heading, it would only be a matter of time. And this time, I felt ready. Well, more ready than I had with Austin.

"So you're considering it?" Nat said as she optimistically got a basket. I wouldn't be buying that much. "What size are you? 2 or 4?"

"Two usually. Yeah, it feels right and I don't feel pressured. It's different. Austin was so keen to have sex and I always ran away. He made it out to be a big deal..."

"It feels like a big deal, but then it's really fun," Nat said as she piled more underwear into the basket. I don't know who she was kidding, but some of it was stuff I'd never wear.

"Let it happen," she said giving me a nudge towards the changing room.

Having sifted out some of Nat's bondage options, I left with a couple of matching sets. They were pretty, just the kind of thing that I liked. "Jordan seems like a very visual guy," Nat had added as I paid.


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"Lover boy?" Nat asked as my cell bleeped.

"Yeah, he's just been at the gym."

"Toning that physique?" Nat was a perve but she knew Jordan was hot and wasn't afraid to admit it. I didn't mind because it was kind of funny. If Jordan knew, his ears would burn.

"Y'know Nat, he has three brothers and a whole team, I'm sure you could have your pick."


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A gentle knock came on my door followed by it opening. It was Jordan and he looked H-O-T. His blonde hair was still damp from the shower; he was wearing a navy tee with old grey sweatpants and barefoot. "Good trip?" he asked giving me a hug.

I relaxed as he held me, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around me. "What are your plans for this evening?" he asked me.

"Nothing at the moment," I replied.

"Do you want to go for dinner?"


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We ended up in this tiny, terrible Italian place in town. The food was questionable but the company made it worthwhile. It felt like a real date which wasn't something I was used to with Jordan. Most of the time we spent together was with others, both at home and at school.

About a hundred metres away from our house, Jordan stopped and turned to me. "Thanks for tonight," he said, the coldness of the air piercing our skin as we stood facing each other in the dark, the only light emanating from a nearby streetlamp and the houses on either side.

I beamed at him. Despite the awful food, tonight had been a lot of fun. He bent down to kiss me, softly at first and then harder as I pressed myself against him, trying to be as close as possible.
"I didn't want to do that on the doorstep, in case Coach decides to kill me," he joked. I wouldn't put it past my Dad.

We made our way back home and said goodnight to my parents. This was such a weird situation. I gave him a chaste goodnight kiss on the landing and got ready for bed, knowing that he'd probably end up in here about midnight.


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"Can't sleep?" I whispered as I felt the familiar feel of the bed dip and warmth surrounding me. He pulled me towards him as I leant my head on his chest, as an arm wrapped around me. He could heat Canada with the amount of heat he was giving off.

"Better now," he mumbled.


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I woke up early with something hard pressed into my back. I felt a little uncomfortable not knowing if Jordan was awake or not, and it would be awkward if I moved, so I just lay there, waiting for him to wake up.

He shuffled off to my bathroom about half an hour later and then got back into bed with me before kissing the back of my neck. Rolling over, I looked into his eyes.
"Morning," I smiled.

"Mmmm... morning," he said drawing the covers up over our head and leaning down to kiss me.

I might be going crazy, but I even liked his morning breath. His kisses were soft and languid, yet toe-curlingly affectionate.

"No" kiss "practice" kiss "this morning," Jordan managed. It was Sunday morning and I knew Mom had gone down to open Beans whilst Dad went for his usual Sunday run.

Jordan shifted until he was leaning over me, his eyes dark under the covers. Only my short pyjamas and his boxers prevented us from being totally naked.

"And Dad is out. As is Mom." A wicked grin crept over my face as I considered the possibilities. Dad usually went for over an hour. All morning to play. In bed. Just us.

He leant down and kissed my neck, smiling as he nibbled a bit of skin just above my collarbone. He kissed further down until he reached the strap of my pyjama top. "I think this should come off," he whispered, pushing it over my shoulder.

Slowly I lifted the cotton top up my stomach and over my head. Jordan's gaze didn't flicker from mine. His lips moved at the most excruciating pace down from my collar bone and to my right boob. Gently cupping it, he sucked on the nipple, smiling as it hardened, before his teeth clamped down on it harder. With his other hand, he toyed with my other boob, massaging the hardened nub between his fingers.

It wasn't fair to compare Jordan and Austin, but Austin had never done this. It had always been about him and getting him off. Not me. Handjobs and blow jobs, but he never returned the favour. Sure, we'd reached second and third base, but he had always got bored before he had made me come.

"You're beautiful," Jordan said as he kissed his way back up to my neck. I didn't have any words, I just wanted him to know how I felt. I kissed him hard with so much urgence it took him by surprise. I couldn't explain, I could only show him how much I wanted him.

Instinctively, Jordan ground his hips down into mine, flattening me into the bed. That just about killed me.

"I think these have to come off too," he grinned, pushing my shorts an inch off my hips. Thank God, my brain screamed in relief.

I shuffled out of them as he ran his hands down my side, kissing the area below my stomach and moving down.

I gasped as his tongue licked strongly, without any hesitation. "You're wet!" he said. I couldn't admit that I'd been wet since he woke me up with his erection pressed into my back. Or that I was always wet whenever we even kissed.

He licked again, until he found my clit, sucking hard on it, forcing the air from my lungs. With one long thick finger, he gently pushed apart my folds and moved his finger deftly inside. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My insides were electric, sparks were flying off everywhere. Every nerve ending was on fire. He inhaled sharply. "You're so tight."

Jordan started sucking my clit again, moving his finger slowly in and out. It felt good, really good. His hand moved in time with his tongue, feeling me out whilst never giving me a moment to catch myself. Before long I was moaning, my chest heaving and I was begging him to stop.

"You're so nearly there," he said as his handed moved faster and faster. I could feel heat pooling between my hips, like I needed to pee but different. My stomach fluttered, I moaned Jordan's name and then I couldn't hold back any longer. I'm pretty sure I blacked out I came so hard. People probably heard me in the next town.

Jordan grinned at me lazily as my eyelashes fluttered, kissing the inside of my thigh as he wrapped me up in a hug. "I've been fantasising about doing that for months."

XXI

So it's been a while and I have to say, this story hasn't really been a priority. I've found it really hard to write from Alice's perspective recently. And my masters thesis dominated my life for TOO long! Thesis is nearly complete and I have one exam next week. Also, my boyfriend's from Switzerland so we went to visit his family over the holidays which was really cool and nice to get away from the city. Sorry to have neglected you all, hope you enjoy :)


February 6th 2006, later that night.


PROMISE it'll start hotting up soon :)


LOVING this song at the moment, check it out: The Naked and Famous - Punching in a Dream


The full moon was shining through my curtains and I had been trying to sleep for about half an hour. A gentle tap came on my door.
"I can't sleep," the voice whispered as he silently closed my door and got into my bed. I knew there would be no sleeping if he got into my bed.

"Come to get me back?" I whispered.

"No, just can't sleep. And I thought you might be awake too."

Brilliant, so because he couldn't sleep, he thought he'd keep me awake. The bed dipped from his weight as he lay on the covers next to me in a t-shirt and his boxers, his hair slightly dishevelled.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asked when I didn't offer any conversation.

I hadn't really got any plans. I didn't really want to go to his hockey match if that's what he was suggesting. "Not sure, maybe just chill a little in the morning and go into town."

"I have a light practice tomorrow but you wanna skate a little afterwards?" he suggested. "Maybe invite Nat and Lizzie and some of the guys?" he added so it wasn't just a date.

I could see one problem. I didn't have any skates.

"I'm cold," Jordan said suddenly deciding he was going to get under the covers. "Shift over," he said, pulling me towards him. He created a crater in the bed so I had no choice but to slide his way. Soft mattress and all.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pretended to snore lightly as his fingers stole under the hem of my t-shirt, lightly tickling my stomach. I grinned and wriggled. The snoring abruptly stopped; he clearly wasn't asleep.

Rolling over to face him, I kissed his lips gently. "Thanks for keeping me warm," I said. A grin spread over his face as he kissed me back, his tongue slipping inside. He pulled the covers up over our heads as if we were burying down for the winter.

His tongue was so soft as it rolled over mine, one hand staying on my waist as another brushed hair out of my face, gently tipping my chin up so he had better access to my mouth.

He threw one leg over mine so we were entwined as our kisses became a little more passionate. Jordan's hand was beginning to head north a little, taking with it the edge of my t-shirt, not that I minded.

His hand brushed lightly over my stomach as we made out. I'd made out with guys before, OK - just Austin, but this was something different. Every kiss made me feel so warm and tingly, like I wanted to shed all of my clothes. Who knew Jordan was such a panty dropper?

I broke away gently. "OK?" he pouted? I nodded.

"Need to get some sleep," I whispered back, "as much as I'm enjoying this..."

He kissed me softly on the lips and pulled me closer as I tucked my head under his chin. He smelt yummy like guys should do; heat radiated off him.

"Night Alice," he said, kissing my hair. I snuggled closer into him.

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When I woke at some point in the night, Jordan was spooning me tightly, one arm lay across my waist as his hand sneaked inside my t-shirt. He definitely didn't get that far last night, I thought.

I could feel his peaceful breaths on the back of my neck, sending little shivers down my spine, raising the tiny hairs on my neck.

Slowly, I turned towards him. At some point during the middle of the night, he had stripped and was now just wearing boxers. Even lying down his body was impressive. He just went on for ever, different muscle groups bunched together under the skin. He let out a little sigh and his breathing caught before his lashes flickered a few times.
"Were you checking me out?" Jordan smirked the moment his eyes opened.

"No!" I said in defiance, although I'm not sure how he knew that I had been.

"It's fine, you can admit it. I'd check myself out." He flexed a bicep above his head, tensing his abs as he did so. "Impressed?"

"By the size of your ego?" Shaking my head, I turned over and feigned indifference, pulling the covers back over my head.
Jordan grabbed me, ticking my sides as I tried not to shriek. God only knows I didn't want my parents coming in and finding us in a state of undress at 6am...

"So..." Jordan said once he had pinned me down in bed, his arms by my sides as he propped himself up over me on his forearms. His intense gaze flickered over my face and down over my body. I suddenly felt naked. "Skating?" he suggested.

I rolled my eyes. This boy has a one track mind. "That's your question?"

He nodded. "How about we do something I'm good at?"

"What, like make-up or French or something or being popular? We can French kiss?" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down like a dork. Choosing to ignore the statement of things he thinks I'm 'good at', I kissed him gently on the lips but nothing more. "So... skating?" I mused.

His eyes lit up like a little kid at Christmas. "Yeah, you wanna? I mean, do you want to?" I could see how eager he was, how much he really wanted to do this with me.

Nodding, I smiled. A huge grin broke out across his face and he lent down to kiss me softly. His kiss was full of gratitude and his kiss spoke a thousand words, a thousand promises.

"Don't want. To go," he whispered as we broke away. He pushed himself up away from me, as I felt the cooler air of the room break the intimate space between us. I love how big Jordan is, he makes me feel safe and snug when he's next to me.

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There are a few public skating rinks in Peterborough and I told my parents that we were meeting Nat and some of the guys - a total lie.

I've seen Jordan skate, both on the ice and on the sidewalk and he's pretty fast. He whizzed past me, showing off, in the only way that someone who's been skating for as long as they can walk can possibly do. I'm OK, I mean I can skate backwards easily and one on leg and mess around. I can't jump or do anything crazy on skates, I guess you could say I'm pretty average.

Jordan looked at home on his skates and took my hand, pulling me along. "What are you doing next Friday?" Jordan said after we'd done a few laps. We were moving pretty quickly and the rink was reasonably quiet, so it wasn't like we had to negotiate crowds and little children.

"Um, nothing I think... What do you have planned?"

"Well... there's a game and then a house party. And I wanted you to come... as my girlfriend." There it was. The official word. We hadn't discussed where we were but it was pretty obvious to all of our friends that we were dating. Neither of us was seeing anyone else and we seemed to be exclusive.

I still hadn't mentioned it to my parents. I think Mom would be fine with it, but not sure how Dad would take it. I don't know if he would take it. So I hadn't mentioned it. "You're quiet," Jordan said as he twisted to a sharp halt and pulling me with him into his chest. He manoeuvred backwards so we were on the edge of the boards.

"Is it a team party?" I asked. He nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking down at me.

"Well, I still haven't told my parents. And if we go to this party, then we're official. Honestly I think it'd be better to tell my parents before the whole teams knows that you're seeing the Coach's daughter. Dad wouldn't want to find out that way."

"So you'll talk to him?" Jordan asked, looking relieved he might not have to have that awkward conversation with my Dad.

"Yeah, maybe not today, but I will. Before the party," I concluded. I moved away from the board, skating around as Jordan swiftly followed me. His strokes were so strong and fluid, it was almost elegant.

Now I just had to tell them...

Promises

Hi lovely readers,
I'm super sorry that there hasn't been an update for quite some time. I've been working/slaving away on my masters and all my creative energy seems to have been focused on it for a long (neverending) time...! (Excuses I know, but I don't have much spare time!) Have been working on another chapter but I'm not ready to publish it just yet as it's still rather scrambled. I want to have this finished and as soon as this thesis is in, and I will be back! I promise this is not the end. Thank you ever so much and I promise there'll be another one soon. Sometimes life does take over, but I'm still enjoying reading your stories too.
Lots of love xxx

XX

To anyone who has been with this from the beginning. Your patience and dedication is amazing

As much as I dislike Bieber and Chris Brown, I like this song Next to You

February 6th 2006


Jordan and I had been sneaking around for over a week, stealing kisses whenever we could. Being at home was hard so I began to cherish the journeys to and from school as well as any time my parents were out and moments stolen in the corridors.

"You two are too cute," Lizzie said one day after Jordan had just kissed me outside my locker. I watched his retreating back, as I leaned against the cool metal, admiring the way his jeans fitted him and his top stretched itself over his shoulders, as if his top was a size too small.

"Now where can I get myself one of those?" Lizzie said as she waved her fingers in front of my face. There's a whole team - Lizzie could, quite literally take her pick.

"Hmmm..." I sighed.

"Did you just hear anything I just said?" she asked pretending to look exasperated, which she couldn't do no matter how hard she tried. I had heard everything, it just wasn't really registering right now.

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"Oh honey, I've seen that look before," Nat said. "Eyes glazed over, love drunk..." I scowled at her before she hid behind her menu. If looks could kill...

"You're falling for him, if you haven't already. It's natural and adorable."

"Nat please don't make me puke," I said ordering a large cappucino and a bowl of butternut squash soup. I wanted to be able to eat something of my lunch before these two kept on cooing over me like I was some sort of baby.

"Well it's a good thing, he practically worships you," Jess said, pointing at me with her fork. "What do Mom and Poppa Pelino think?"

"They don't know." It wasn't something I had decided to share. My first concern was that I didn't want Jordan to be shunted off to some billet family - not that my Dad would do something like that, but my Mom would if she thought Jordan was 'corrupting' me or something. Secondly Dad had remarked just yesterday on how well Jordan was playing, he was on some kind of scoring streak and apparently I'm the reason behind it. And last of all, it would just be weird telling them that I'm seeing the boy who lives in our house.

"But you plan on telling them?" Jess said.

Not really. Not just now, or at least in the immediate future. Sneaking around was hard and frustrating at times, but my parents gave me a large degree of privacy and adding Jordan to the mix, and trying to explain this situation to them, wasn't something I was prepared to deal with right now. Plus I kind of liked the dangerous element to it.

"But you will have to, and she knows that, Jess," Nat said trying her hardest not to glare openly across the table at her. "Besides your Mom is as sharp as anything, she'll know before your Dad does."

That was true. You couldn't hide anything from my Mom, it was like trying to hide an elephant behind your back - it just wouldn't happen.

"So when are you next seeing him?" Lizzie asked. Apart from this afternoon and riding home with him, then tomorrow night since he didn't have hockey then.

But since I only plan on going to the Kitchener games with Nat, I'll invent some kind of excuse for my parents that lets me spend time with him.


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"What do you wanna do?" Jordan said sitting on the couch opposite me as I made myself a cup of tea. It was Friday night and my parents had gone out to some charity fundraiser leaving Jordan and I alone.

"Umm... watch a movie or something?" I suggested bringing my drink with me over to the couch. He grinned and then flicked through our movie collection. I snuggled up on the sofa watching him find something. He pulled out Hitch and slotted it into the machine.

Sitting back on the couch next to me, he pulled me into his lap so my head was across the top of his thighs. I love Hitch, I thought, happily as I pulled the blanket over my legs to keep me warm.

"What would you do if I danced like that?" Jordan asked when the guy was doing some kind of pizza move.

"Do you dance like that?"

"No. Way better," Jordan grinned leaning down to kiss the top of my head. I sighed. This was so comfortable.

"Really? You wanna show me sometime?" I suggested.

"Is that an offer? Like some kind of dance-off?" Jordan asked, getting to his feet and doing some lunges in preparation before attempting to do something what could only be described as bad ballet pointe work. Graceful was not Jordan's forte.

"Do you want it to be?" I winked comically throwing a cushion at his stomach. He batted it away and grabbed me, whirling me around the room at some kind of manic pace until my back hit the glass doors. "Enough dancing," Jordan breathed looking down at me. I didn't want to break his piercing eye contact.

I heard the crunching of snow and ice outside which meant that my parents would be back. I kissed him quickly on the lips and made a dash for the sofa, planting my butt at one end and hoping Jordan would get the hint and sit on the other.

"Hey sweetie, good evening?" my Mum said as she came through the door. "You guys having fun?"

I nodded. Jordan didn't say anything, just continued to look at the screen and fiddled with his phone.

I'm going to get you back later X his message read.

I can't wait.


Sorry it's so horribly short, but I've been meaning to post something for weeks, just haven't had the time.

XIX

Short but I felt guilty I hadn't posted in a while. Longer one next time, I promise :)



Linkin Park - Waiting for the End




"Alice?" his voice trembled in the dark as we continued to hold each other's gaze. It had felt so right but now we were both staring at each other, both of us afraid to make the first move. And suddenly I was scared.


We had officially overstepped the comfortable friends pattern we had so easily slotted back into over the last few weeks since New Year, and now I didn't know what this meant. Whatever this was.


We had passed the line, the line where by the our friendship was safe, the rules were defined. And we had just broken that.


"Alice?" Jordan whispered again, his face impassive as his eyes bore into mine. Those blue eyes, still as piercing even in this near darkness.


"Yes," my voice giving away my fear and hesitation. Not the fear that there was some bloody murder going on, on the screen in front of us; but fear because he had broken through my barriers, and I had nothing to protect myself or my heart from him.


"Jordan," I said slightly more comfortable. For some reason, an unconscious part of my brain was going to try and lighten the situation by humour, which really isn't necessary right now. A last defence from feeling so exposed.


"I...er...I'm sorry?" he questioned. "I didn't mean to kiss you."


"You didn't mean to kiss me?" I repeated. Possibly his worst choice of words in the history of the world. Was that just some kind of freak accident? He didn't mean to kiss me. Then what the hell had he meant to do.


"No- no that's not what I meant. I'm sorry, I mean... Can I kiss you again?" He really was stumbling and it was quite adorable because most of the time, this boy is not lacking in the confidence department.


I looked down at my lap, willing myself not to giggle. He wanted to kiss me again. Again. I thought back to that line that we had just passed. Screw the line.


"Please. Hurry up," I said smiling, waiting to feel the sensation of his lips over mine. He pressed his lips hungrily to mine, pulling me closer, one hand on my back, the other at the back of my neck,


After what felt like forever and a day but might have just been twenty minutes, the credits began to roll as the lights went up. Jordan grabbed my hand, and pulled me outside as I tugged my coat on, wondering what the urge was.


"Jordan..." I breathed once we reached his car. He didn't say anything, just kissed me hard against the side of the vehicle, my back pressed into the freezing metal, that was icy even through the layers of clothes. One of his hands was running through my hair and down my neck as his lips moved gently over mine. Summoning all my willpower, I ended the kiss, before we both got frostbite. Holy hell, it was cold and I wanted to get warm.


I opened the door and climbed in as Jordan jogged round the car and started the engine, kissing me hard as he turned the heating on full blast, as we both removed our coats, the windows steamed up around us, giving us a somewhat sense of privacy.


"Jordan," I began as his lips edged down my neck, his fingers unravelling my scarf so he had access to my collar bone. He grunted in reply as his lips tickled over a sensitive spot, causing me to shiver and giggle at the same time.


Abruptly he stopped, kissed my forehead, took my left hand and decided that we were going to leave. "Where are we going?"


"Home," he replied smiling at me. I'm not sure that was such a great idea. I was pretty sure my hair made me look like I'd been dragged through twenty hedges, my lips were red from kissing and the tiniest of stubble on Jordan's face, and I might have the beginning of a lovebite on my neck. My mother would know what was up in two seconds flat.


"Now?"


"Where else do you wanna go?"


"Somewhere. Just not home."


"Al, it's half eleven. Your dad will kill me if I keep you out after midnight... and nowhere is even open."


"He thinks we're with friends, he's not going to kill you, just anywhere. I'm not ready to go home just yet."


Jordan nodded. He totally didn't get it. My Dad wouldn't kill him, more likely he'd be cross with me for keeping his star player out after midnight making him lethargic and sleepy for practice tomorrow. I've been breaking curfews for a while, as long as I'm safe and my parents know who I'm with, it's cool.


He drove to the park by the river where I used to play with Nat, Austin, Brady and the gang when we were little. "Wanna play on the swings?" he said turning off the headlights.


"Why not. Race ya." I took off before he had even got his seatbelt off. Muahaha.