Until the End of Time (Urban) Book 6 | The Sideline Series

Chapter 21

Lindsey

        Jordan and I walked downstairs once we were finished. Part of me feels bad about sleeping with him in my parents' room and using the condoms they had in a box under their bed, but then anther part of me doesn't feel sympathetic about it. I just hope they don't go in there and smell the sex. We were careful to clean up after ourselves, but I hope no smells are still lingering about in the room.

        Jordan sat down on the couch and pulled me down on his lap. I slipped my arm around his neck. "So, how was I?" he asked.

        I smiled. "Great," I lied. He was good, but nothing compared to how John puts it down. John's got a certain rhythm when he's hitting it. He keeps at a steady pace and Jordan couldn't seem to do that. He was either too fast or too slow, and I didn't like that. John knows the right time to go slow or to go fast. Jordan just didn't seem to understand that tonight wasn't the right time to be stroking me slow. That shit was almost terrible. I barely even came.

        He smiled. "Good."

        Even though Jordan's my boyfriend, I'm sure the only reason he came tonight was to get in my pants. Maybe he hasn't realized it yet, but I'm always one step ahead of him and I always know what he's planning. I'm almost sure he's sleeping around with some bitch, but I won't say a thing about him doing it. If he wants to fuck that girl, then come do the same thing to me in the same night, it's whatever. That was probably the first and last time he'll ever get anything from me. I just felt bad that he was always asking so I gave him some. But I'm sure I'm going to give John something even better once this party is over.

        I looked out at everyone dancing to Rocksi performing her song Sex Machine. Isaiah was dancing with Asia, which was a surprise. As much as he says he doesn't like her, I'm surprised he's actually letting her be this close to him, well dance on him. John was even dancing with some girl too. I sat up a little and watched how he grabbed a tugged on her body. She was basically letting him take advantage of her because it looked like she was drunk, but that didn't stop her from shaking her wide ass all on top of my man. Who was this bitch anyway? I've never seen her a day in my life, so I don't know what she's doing at my party. 

        I quickly climbed off of Jordan's lap and rushed over to John and the girl. I grabbed the girl and pulled her away from him. "I don't know who the hell you are or what the hell you're doing in my house, but you're gonna have to get the hell out and stop dancing on him?"

        The girl rolled her neck as she looked me up and down. "Loook," she slurred, trying to balance herself on her own two feet. "This, thi-this ain't even ya man, girl. Ain't you fucking Jordan or something?"

        I looked past her at Jordan, who was previously sitting on the couch, but he was gone now. I turned in the other direction and didn't even see him. Where could he have gone that soon and how was he able to leave out without me seeing where he went? I turned my attention back to the girl. "You need to take your drunk ass outta my party."

        She threw her cup on the floor causing whatever she had inside to splash everywhere, but mainly on her. "Says who?"

        "Says me bitch."

        I tried walking up closer to her but John pulled me away from her. He pulled me back against his chest and whispered in my ear. "I find it sexy that you're so jealous, but leave the girl alone. We was just dancing." 

        "You need to tell this hoe to stop dancing on you like she's lost her damn mind."

        John let go of me and replaced me with the drunk girl. "Hey, ma, thanks for the dance."