CHAPTER 33

The phone only rang once before Kevin retrieved the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Kevin?"

"Yes," he answered around a yawn.

"What did you do with Jordan? So help me if you've done anything to her I'll hunt you down like the dog you are and do...and do....and do something really bad to you!"

"Delaney?"

"That's right and if you hurt Jordan I'm going to be your worst freakin' nightmare! Now where is she?" Before putting the phone to Jordan's ear, he whispered, "wake up baby. Delaney's having a fit."

"OK," she mumbled. "Hello?"

"What in the hell's going on there? Are you ok? Why is Kevin answering?"

Waking up fully, Jordan replied, "I thought I said I'd call tonight."

"Alright be pissed. I guess that means you're OK."

"Hang on a second Del."

Kevin said, "I'll let you two talk."

He kissed her forehead and left the room.

"Back."

"So you're pissed I gave Kevin directions."

"I'm really pissed you didn't call and warn me."

"You got me there. Sorry. It won't happen again. Now will you stop wearing my ass out?"

"Seriously Del."

All the humor left Delaney's voice when she answered, "I promise. Now tell me what's been going on."

Jordan was still talking when Kevin came back into the room carrying a tray of food. He listened to the end of the conversation.

"You and Delaney straight," he asked as she hung up.

"Yeah. You didn't have to fix breakfast."

"Hush. Remember?"

"One more day."

"So what's this about a Bed & Breakfast?"

"I'm going to turn this place into a B&B like my grandmother wanted."

"That will take more than a little start up cash."

"I'll take care of it."

"Delaney leaving the arena to help you run it?"

"Yes. She's gotten tired of the drama there. Besides, her degree is in accounting. It's time she put the education to work. Where are you going from here?"

He allowed her to shift topics. "I'm going to see AJ."

"Letting him have visitors so soon?"

"Apparently, I talked to Denise the other day and she said he's doing really good."

"I'm glad. Is 30 days going to be enough?"

"Don't know. It's one of the things we'll talk about when I get there."

"If it's not, what are you going to do? I mean you've got people breathing down your necks about the tour."

"Yeah well they can get the over. AJ's got to get straight or we won't last."

"Don't say that."

"It's true, but I don't want to think about it now."

"Next topic," offered Jordan.

"After we eat I thought it might be fun to go over to the houseboat."

"Good idea."

Arriving at the boat, they left it docked. Retrieving towels and sunscreen they moved to the upper deck. Kevin laid out the towels. He dropped the bottle of sunscreen, when he turned to see Jordan taking off her T-shirt to reveal the bikini she had gotten in South America. She was smirking when his eyes made their way up her body.

"You've seen this suit before."

"I know. I've had my hand inside that suit before."

"Yes you have. Lay down and I'll put sun screen on you."

They spent a lazy morning allowing the gentle rocking of the boat to relax them. Kevin turned his head to face Jordan. He watched her breast rise and fall with each breath she took. Turning on his side, he leaned over her. Her eyes remained closed as he traced her lips with his finger. Jordan parted her lips and he rested his fingertip just inside her lips. He licked his lips as he watched her pink tongue flick against his finger. She opened her mouth more. He eased his finger inside her mouth. He moaned as her lips closed at the base of his finger and she began to suck. After a moment, he replaced his finger with his tongue. Again, he moaned when she sucked on it. He was amazed how she had gotten to him without touching him. The entire time her hands lay at her sides.

Before they got too carried away, Jordan sighed, "We're out in the open."

"I know. Let's head back to the house."

"Going inside the boat won't suffice?"

Kevin laughed, "No. Come on."

Once back at the house, Kevin led Jordan to the backyard and left her sitting in a chair. She was ready to search for him when he reappeared with a bucket of water, some bottles, a brush, and a towel.

"What are you doing?"

"Returning a favor and washing your hair."

"Out here?"

"Yes out here."

"Wait this reminds me of a movie."

"Does it," asked Kevin.

"It does and you're blushing. Give me a second...Robert Redford...Meryl Streep...Africa...Out of Africa! You are doing the scene from Out of Africa."

"Will you just be quiet and let me be romantic."

"All right Richardson, be romantic," chuckled Jordan.

Reclining in the lounge chair, Jordan closed her eyes as Kevin began pouring warm water over her head. She sighed as he massaged the shampoo through her hair. Kevin watched her relax into his touch. His eyes traveled down her body. He enjoyed the slight arch of her body, which allowed her hair to hang freely over the back of the chair. As he rinsed her hair, his fingers brushed the tie at the back of her neck. It would take nothing to pull on the bow and free the knot holding the small pieces of material in place. He applied the conditioner to her hair and massaged her scalp. A moan was his reward. He rinsed a final time, before wrapping the towel around her head. Kevin replaced Jordan in the chair and pulled her onto his lap. He gently brushed through her hair until all the tangles were gone.

He began to place small kisses on her shoulders. She wiggled on his lap causing him moaned as her bottom made full contact with him.

She whispered, "I love feeling you like this."

"Like what," he asked as he nibbled on her neck.

"Hard and pressing against me."

"I like it too, but I would rather be inside you."

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"This," he replied as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the house.

CHAPTER 34

Jordan laughed as Kevin maneuvered through the house. He surprised her by sitting on the couch instead of heading upstairs.

"So I'm too much to carry up the stairs?"

"No. I figured it was only fair we play on your couch. I mean the couch was your favorite spot in my house."

"I see. My livingroom is a bit different from your place."

Looking around, he agreed, "true. I don't have all these family pictures up. Guess they are about to get an eye full."

"How so?"

"I'll show you."

His kiss silenced her. He started to protest when she moved, but smiled as she straddled him. He trailed kisses to her earlobe, which he nipped before continuing. He reached the tie, which held her suit in place at the back of her neck. Taking it between his teeth he pulled until the bow popped loose. Caressing her back, he untied the knot there. The top was now dangling from his teeth and he wiggled his eyebrows. Jordan giggled as he dropped it beside them. Kevin pulled her up on her knees. He pulled first the right then the left bow free with his teeth. Again, he deposited the material next to them on the couch. Kevin kissed his way up her left side. He didn't stop until he reached the scar under her arm. He felt her tense and held her in place. Nuzzling against her, he kissed the scar. He continued his journey to her breasts where he lavished equal amounts of attention to both. He frowned for a moment when he began kissing her stomach. He sat up and kissed her fully on the mouth, while he maneuvered her so he could slide off the couch. He once he was settle on the floor with his head resting on the couch, he gently pulled her back down into position. He could tell she felt very exposed by the grip she had on the back of the couch.

Slowly running his fingers along her soft, wet folds, he murmured, "relax baby. I just want to make you feel good. Will you let me?"

Her reply was a nod.

"Say it Jordan."

"Yes," she whispered.

"That's my baby," replied Kevin.

He continued to tease her with his fingers, always stopping just short of entering her. He watched her body. He leaned up to kiss just below her belly button. She began to match the rhythm of his fingers, which still had not entered her or touch her most sensitive spot. Kevin allowed his free hand to caress her bottom. He decided to test her, by lightly smacking her round bottom. She gasped and her body shivered. He smiled as he finally slipped his fingers inside her as he spanked her again. This time he was rewarded with a whimper escaping her lips. As he had done under her arm, he nuzzled between her legs. She moaned and he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Her hips bucked against him slightly as he swirled his tongue inside her. She was now gasping with each breath. She tried to move away from his mouth. The growl from Kevin as he grabbed her hips caused a moan to escape from deep inside her. He big hands tightened on her hips and he pulled her tightly against his mouth. He was enjoying this. She was begging for her release. He moved back and nibbled on her folds. She tried to wiggle free of his hands, but was unsuccessful. He lazily ran his tongue along her again. He chuckled against her when he felt her pushing against his hands in an attempt to get closer to his mouth. The vibration of the chuckle causing her body to jerk. Her head had dropped. He locked eyes with her as he blew cool air along her hot, wet skin. Her scream of frustration changed into a moan as he again pulled her down to his mouth. This time he didn't stop until every tremor had quieted.

Moving from between her legs he stood behind her. Pushing his swim trunks down to his ankles, kicked them out of his way. She pulled his mouth round to hers for a searing kiss. Kevin began rubbing his hardness between her legs.

"Baby you've got me so hard."

"Mmmm...I can feel it."

"You can," he asked as he pressed hard against her.

"Yes baby."

"I can't wait anymore."

"Don't wait."

"You ready for me Baby?"

"Yes."

Kevin's body trembled as he began to ease into Jordan. He groaned when she slammed back and buried him in her fully.

"Baby what are you doing to me?"

"I'm letting you know you don't have to be so gentle."

Kevin growled has he grabbed her hips and began lunging into her. Again Jordan's hands were on the back of the couch, but this time they braced to allow Kevin as much resistance as he wanted. He loved the sound filling the room. It was the sound skin against skin. There was something primal about it, which Kevin always loved. He was covered in sweat. He reached up and tangled his fingers in Jordan's hair. Pulling back caused her body to arch more. Just as he was about to let go Jordan tightened on him. It pushed him over the edge and he emptied into her.

His body finally relaxed and he loosened his grip on her hair as he eased from her. He sat beside her on the couch and was surprised when she straddled him again. Easing his now softening length inside her.

"Jordan what are you doing," he asked and moaned when he felt her flexing around him.

"I'm making the most of our last time together."

"I don't know if I can right now."

"You can," she stated, before finding the spot on his neck that always caused him to shiver.

"Damn woman," he breathed out.

"See? I told you. I love this feeling."

"What feeling," he asked as he swirled his tongue around her nipple.

Moaning, she answered, "You getting hard inside me."

Moaning, he sucked harder on her flesh, all talking stopped for awhile. Their need to drink each other in this final day was the strongest need either had ever felt. Whatever it took, they didn't care. By the time Kevin left the following morning, they were going to be completely spent. It was the only way they could walk away. It also enabled them to block from their mind this was ending. In less than 24 hours they would walk away from each other.

Temporarily spent, the couple held one another. Kevin was dozing, but Jordan's soft giggle rousted him.

"What now?"

"I was thinking about all the pictures in here. You were right. They did get an eyeful."

"Do you think they're shocked?"

"Kevin looked at all the pictures. See how many of us there are? You tell me."

"No I'd say we did the family proud." He suddenly got quiet. "Um...Jordan?"

"Yes?"

"What are the odds of a little Buchannan-Richardson running around here? I mean we haven't been too careful."

"I'm on the pill. So not a chance."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Now will you breathe? Besides isn't it a tad late to be worrying about these things?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure it would worry me," he trailed off.

Sitting upright, Jordan looked at him. "Richardson if I were pregnant and I'm not, but if I were, ending the pregnancy is not an option."

"Hell no! I wasn't even thinking about that!"

"Oh I get it. You're thinking if there is a bun in the oven it forces everything into an acceptable solution."

"Well?"

"Sorry you have to go deal with your shit all on your own."

"You're right," he said as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Kevin, I hate it as much as you do. If you just hadn't decided you had to be married by age 28 then maybe we would have met and things might have been different. Even if things were different it doesn't mean it would have turned out the way we want."

"I hate when you get logical on me. Besides who said I had to get married by age 28."

Laughing, Jordan replied, "You did! I quote from several interviews - Kevin Richardson said it's time."

With a sheepish grin, he said, "damn media."

"Next time you get it into your head that 'it's time', promise you'll stop and think about the possibility it's not time."

"Suppose that is a good idea."

"I have them every once in awhile."

"More often if truth be told."

"Knock it off Richardson. I might start to like you with all this sweet talk and flattery."

"I lo...lost track of time."

Kevin caught himself before he said he loved her. Telling her now wouldn't change anything. It would only make his leaving the next morning so much harder. Besides what good were the words if he couldn't stay with her? If she couldn't be in his life?

"Its after noon. You hungry," asked Jordan.

"I could eat."

Moving off Kevin, Jordan stood and stretched. Kevin stood and pulled her to him. They held each other for a moment. Jordan pulled away before tears could fall. Picking up their clothing, she handed them to Kevin.

"I'll get lunch started. You take these upstairs. Get dressed and bring me down something to put on."

"But I want to see you like this for the rest of the day."

"In case you hadn't figured it out, my parents are into surprise visits. I don't particularly want them to catch us in nothing but a smile."

"Do you really think they would just show up?"

"To make sure I'm safe from that long haired, married, musician guy...you tell me."

"Fine," he answered, as he looked her over.

"What now?"

"Just making a mental note of everything. I plan on touching every inch of you later. For now the visual will have to do."

Jordan returned the favor as she watched him walk up the steps. The clock on the mantle chimed 2:00. She had to hold it together for less than 24 hours. She would not let him see her fall apart. She could do this. Just compartmentalize it into a safe place. A place she would open up when he was gone.

"Manipulation" is a work of fiction.
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