CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

The smell of the bacon sizzling it's way to edible heaven was only the second best thing that had happened to me that day. Jordan had covered himself in multiple layers of sweat in what he called his "pre-Bolton" workout, and ended up back in the shower for the second time that morning.

It was oddly liberating to have finally had my way with him, or let him have his way with me as it were. He didn't let me take control of the situation at all, and I'm glad he didn't. The pace he was going would have made it difficult to keep up, and we both seemed to have come out of the 'workout' fully satisfied.

"Baby, baby, baby, oh… baby, baby, baby, oh… thought you'd always be mine", Jordan's voice came over the crackling and sizzling going on in the pan in front of me as he bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen. This time he'd taken the plunge and actually put a pair of match shorts on, much to my surprise.

"Bieber? Really, Jordan?", I frowned at him as he entered the kitchen, "I don't think I'm happy telling people you're my boyfriend".
"And I don't think I'm happy with being around you when you're wearing that", He looked me up and down, staring at the thin silky dressing gown as it covered my body.
"Really?", I retorted.
"No..", He shrugged, instantly sliding behind me, wrapping his arms firmly around my waist, "But I'm too horny to think of flaws".

"What is wrong with you?", I turned to look at him as his chin rested on my shoulder.
"We may have opened a gate..", He shrugged, "And it may be jammed".
"Well, you can either go and oil it yourself or have to wait", I poked my tongue out at him as I pulled the bread from the bread bin.

"But Cassie..", He groaned in my ear, only weakening my argument. His lips found my bare neck; the hairs growing on his chin tickling me as he moved his face across my shoulders.

As he continued kissing my shoulders, his hands pushed their way down my stomach and between my thighs.
"You really need to stop", I turned to look at him for a second, a sudden pleasurable sensation finding its way up my spine. Freeing a hand, he turned the cooker off, before spinning me round swiftly.

"I blame you for this..", He started.
"Blame me for what?", I frowned as he went in for the kiss. He stopped to look down; his short tent making a reappearance.
"I'm not feeding that thing…", I stared at his trousers for a few moments, contemplating what I should do.
"But he really likes you..", He pouted, sending me into a fit of laughter.
"Has all of the blood rushed to your dick or is that just the way you talk when you need to stick it in someone?", I choked as I tried my hardest to not seem like an utter twat.

His hands found their way to the backs of my thighs, scooping me up so that my legs wrapped around his waist. He quickly placed me down on the marble island, his hands soon finding my inner thighs. He seemed to like the idea that I wasn't wearing anything under the silk gown, his eyes lighting up as he undid the tie that was holding the fabric closed.

"I take back what I said..", He grinned, "You should always wear this".

It was almost as if they had radar; the front door swinging open just as Jordan laid his hands on the top of his shorts.

"I.. have.. a few people I need to introduce you to", I muttered in Jordan's ear quickly as I tied my dressing gown back together.

Removing myself from the marble island, I quickly headed into the hall to see Martin bringing in multiple boxes with the help of a delivery guy. Annie and Myles stood watching in the doorway as the pair of men helped each other out with the vast array of sizes that the boxes came in.

"Annie.. Myles", I called from the kitchen doorway, gathering both their attention as they stuffed their faces with Haribo sweets. I waved my hands in the air, signalling for them to come towards me and Jordan.

"Now, Myles..", I grinned, "You know who this is don't you?".
Myles simply nodded as he pushed a gummy bear between his lips.
"Hia mate", Jordan dropped to his knees, my thoughts returning to his problem with horny-ness a moment ago and how he'd have got rid of it so quickly, "How old are you two then?".
"Five", Myles blurted out.

Martin signed for all the boxes, as he tried his hardest to shut the door with them all laying across the floor.
"Did you buy Ikea?", I looked at him as he lent against the closed door, gasping for breath.
"I think I may have..", Martin nodded.
"What did you buy?", I shrieked as I looked around, each box blank on the outside, making it look like we raided a skip.

"Just some stuff for the twins bedroom..", Martin smiled, "Beds, TV.. there's some paint in the car".
"That's great..", I beamed, "Thank you".

"Good to see you back, Jord", Martin grinned as he looked over at Jordan talking to the twins, "You played well last night, mate".
"Cheers, lad", There was an eery sense of awkwardness in the air; something I presumed was to do with the phone call that previous evening.
"If you're not doing anything later, would you mind giving us a hand with these?", Martin continued the conversation.
"Of course mate", Jordan threw a thumbs up in Martin's direction.

"I take it you two made up then?", Martin tip toed over the boxes slowly, before sliding in between us both to enter the kitchen, "And the half cooked bacon?".
"We were making breakfast and got a little side-tracked..".