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"Oh, God..." Maia Roberts sighed, her fingers curling into the silk sheets of her bed. Jordan's tongue was buried deep inside his girlfriend, one of his hands wrapped around her thigh and the other resting on her stomach, which was curved outwards ever so slightly. Usually woman tried to hide it when they put on weight, but Maia had been proudly flaunting the couple of extra pounds that she had recently put on due to her pregnancy. "Baby, that feels—oh, God!" Her moan was even louder as his hand tightened around her thigh and he brushed his teeth over her clit.
"Come on, babe," Jordan murmured, pulling his face away from her for a moment. It only took another minute before she was flowing over his tongue and he was sitting up and rubbing a hand over his mouth. He took in a deep breath before falling down on the bed next to his woman, staring up at the ceiling.
"That was...That was good," Maia grinned as she rolled onto her side, throwing her leg over his waist and tucking her chin into his shoulder. "I think it's true, what they say."
"Oh, I know it's true," Jordan laughed. "You have been way hornier than usual." Maia laughed and rolled her eyes. It was a couple of minutes before Jordan got up to tie off the condom and throw it in the rubbish. When he came back into the room, Maia was under the blankets, and she smiled and rolled over to give him room to get into the double bed with her. Jordan climbed in next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"So how's Jace doing? Being back?" Maia asked.
"It's great having him around," Jordan said. "But it doesn't really feel like he's properly back. He's distracted."
"Do you think that it has something to do with the girl? She was the reason that he left in the first place, right?" Maia propped herself up on her elbow so that she could look down at him.
"He never said that directly, but yeah, I'm pretty sure it was. Something to do with her, at least," Jordan replied. "Stephen knows that something is still up with him. He's asked me to keep an eye on him." Maia raised her eyebrow in surprise and Jordan exhaled heavily, pinching at the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I know."
"He asked you to spy on your best friend?" Maia asked.
"And he wants me to find out who the girl is," Jordan sighed. "He wanted to know four years ago when she was with him then, and now...Now that he's looking at moving over as President, he wants to move Jace into his spot."
"Ooh," Maia winced. "How's Will going to deal with that? When Jace left, he moved up as VP. He's still the VP. Jace doesn't have that spot back, even though some people think that he should. He probably thinks he should."
"I don't know," Jordan shrugged. "But to be honest...It honestly doesn't feel like he's back, not fully. And Stephen is still my President. And so I'll do what he needs me to do."
Jace sighed as watched the blood wash down the drain. He scrubbed at the back of his hands before turning them over, and then grabbing his towel and drying them off. He looked at his reflection in the dirty cracked mirror and made a face, noting how puffy his right eye was and knowing from experience that it was going to bruise tomorrow. It wasn't the first and it definitely wouldn't be the last time that he caught a few punches in a fight, and he ignored the way his nose was aching and his lip was stinging.
"That felt good!" Mark let out a whoop, grinning as he rubbed his hand over his face. He looked even worse than Jace, his teeth bloody and two of his fingers bent at wrong angles. "You ready for another round?"
"You're fucking crazy. You realize that, right?" Jordan rolled his eyes as he ducked past Mark and walked over to where Jace was standing.
"Oh, come on!" Mark was still grinning as he walked over to where Jace and Jordan had been washing her hands. "That was a good time."
"Can you honestly not keep it in your pants for just two minutes?" Jace shook his head.
"Did you see the rack on that girl?" Mark smirked. "There was no way I wasn't going to be able to go after her."
"Did you see the rock on that girl?! She was clearly engaged!" Jordan stated. "And her man was twice the size of you!"
"Yeah, but I knew that the two of you had my back," Mark clapped Jace on the shoulder, clearly not picking up on the pissed off vibe that he was giving off. "I think I'm gonna head back out there, see if he's up for round two—"
"I don't think so, Blackthorn!" Jordan grabbed Mark and pulled him back. "I think it's time to head home." Mark looked like he was going to start arguing but he cut off when Jace shot him a dark glare. He huffed under his breath, and headed back out the door, but instead of heading back toward the club, he turned jerkily to go out the front door. Jordan looked over at Jace, who was glaring down at the ground. "You okay?"
"I can't believe we're still picking up after Mark after all these years. Going after chicks that are clearly taken," Jace sighed again. "It's like nothing has changed in the four years that I was gone."
"That's not true," Jordan said, crossing his arms over his chest. Jace sent him a questioning look. "You've changed." Jace snorted and Jordan lifted an eyebrow. "You have."
"I'm four years older," Jace shrugged.
"Well, that too," Jordan pursed his lips. "But there's still something else, and you know what I'm talking about."
"You're pretty stuck on this girl that you think I'm with, aren't you?" Jace noted.
"Brother," Jordan rolled his eyes impatiently. "You forget that I've known you since we were two. I know you better than anyone." Jace swallowed visibly and Jordan sighed. "You're still not going to tell me who she is, are you?"
"I'm not," Jace replied. "Anyway, it's late. I'm going to head home."
"You can come back to my place? Maia always cooks way more dinner than we need," Jordan offered.
"I don't know what part I find harder to believe," Jace grinned, looking happy with having the conversation moved away from himself. "The fact that you and Maia are going to be parents, or the fact that Maia now cooks dinner." Jordan let out a short laugh. "The last time I checked, she was getting plastered and dancing on table tops every night of the week." Jace tilted his head to the side as he remembered something. "She gave you a run for your money when it came to who could handle the most X as well."
"Not into that shit any more," Jordan shrugged. "You're not the only one who grew up." Jace nodded and then reached out his hand, palm upward.
"I'll see you at church tomorrow," Jace said as Jordan slapped his palm down against his. He didn't give Jordan any time to argue, and left in the same direction that Mark had. The bar was rowdy, and the place had only gotten louder since the brawl that Mark had started over a tart who clearly didn't care one bit that she was meant to engaged to someone else. He got outside and took in a deep breath through his nose.
It was a little after two, and the town was pretty much completely silent. The bar was located right on the edge of town, and Jace had to admit, the reason he had agreed to come out here when Jordan and Mark had invited him, was because he was hoping that Clary would have text him and asked him to come over. It would have only take him about twenty minutes to get to her place at top speed on his Ducati. But she hadn't text, and she had ignored his call at around ten, just like she had been doing for the past week and a half. He couldn't figure it out, but he wasn't clingy, he knew when his girl needed space.
Jace decided to forgo the helmet tonight—it was only a ten minute drive back to his place anyway. The night air felt good blowing through his shaggy hair, getting rid of the slight haze from the beers and shots he had been doing with the boys. He pulled his bike to a stop and swung his leg off, taking in a deep breath as he scrubbed a hand over his face. He was back living in his two bed-roomed flat which used to belong to his father before he had married his mother and moved into a nicer, more family friendly place when she fell pregnant with him. Stephen had kept the place for when he needed some time away, but he had hardly ever gone there, and it had ended up being more like Jace's hideaway as he got older. Celine had kept the place tidy for him while he was away, and it was good being back.
He pulled off his leather cut, hooking it over the chair in the corner of his room, and then stripped out of his tee-shirt. He was unbuckling his belt when his phone started vibrating in his back pocket, and he almost broke it in his eagerness to answer when he saw Clary's name flashing on the screen.
"Babe? What the fuck's been going on? You haven't replied to any of my texts or calls," he asked her gruffly as he sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Hey, Jace," Clary said softly, something about her voice sounding off. Jace took in a quick breathed and toned down his annoyance.
"What's going on?" He repeated to her, a little quieter this time.
"Nothing, I'm fine," she told him, not sounding convincing at all.
"Clary," he said her name firmly.
"It was Sebastian," Clary finally said, clearing her throat.
"Sebastian..." Jace thought for a moment, mentally scanning through everything he knew about her families gang. "Verlac."
"That's the one," she went quiet again, and he heard some shuffling on her end of the phone. "Some shit happened, and I just need some time, okay?" Jace's whole body was bristling at her words. He knew what she wasn't telling him the full truth, but he also knew that she was just as stubborn as him, and if she didn't want to tell him, then she wouldn't.
"But you're okay?" Jace asked through clenched teeth.
"I'm okay," Clary confirmed.
"I can come over," Jace began reaching for his shirt. "I can be there in less than half an hour."
"No!" Clary cried out and Jace sighed. "Look, I'll give you a text later on. I just...I need you to leave me alone right now, okay? But I wanted you to know that I was okay. And I just wanted to hear your voice." Jace pinched the bridge of his nose and Clary exhaled heavily on the other side of the line. They were quiet for a long few minutes, just breathing into the phone, and he could hear the slight catches every time she exhaled, and that was what told him not to push this. Finally, she spoke again, her voice so soft he could barely hear it. "Jace, I..."
"I know," Jace assured her softly. "Me too." They stayed on the line for another few minutes before Clary disconnected the call, and Jace dropped it to the bed, falling down next to it and letting out a groan.
Okay, okay, sooooo the songs this time aaaare ; Reforget and The Other, by Lauv. I found these about two weeks ago and I've just been listening to them non-stop ever since. I'm completely head over fucking heels for them. Then there's Soldier by Samantha Jade, Don't Let Me Down by Chainsmokers and Lover, Fighter by SVRCINA. Those last three have all been on repeat every time I get in my car, completely in love with them.
Let me know what songs you guys are addicted to at the moment! Please, please, please! I love your suggestions.
Another thing; I find it really, really, really hard to find fics that I enjoy and keep my attention. I haven't actually read any Clace, other than stories I've been previously following, in a few months, I've become totally obsessed with the Teen Wolf fandom and, of course, Captain America. But I came across one called Picking a God by IosoIUno and it's ah-mah-zing. Check it out. Also if you guys have any good story recommendations, let me know.
Aaaaand, please let me know what you guys thought of the chapter :) Your reviews make me ridiculously happy and they're what keep me writing. And for every signed in review I'll send out a preview xx