Her Dad's Best Friend

A Night to Remember

With Aiden spending the night at my parents' house, Jordan and I had the house to ourselves. For the first time in what felt like forever, we didn't have to worry about toys on the floor or waking up to a fussy toddler. Just the two of us—alone.

After dinner and a few drinks, I could feel the heat between us. It had been building all evening, the way Jordan's eyes kept flicking to me, that sly grin playing at the corner of his lips. The moment the door clicked shut after our last drink, his hands were on me.

"Come here," he growled softly, pulling me into his chest. His lips found mine in an instant, and the kiss was deep, hungry. The warmth of his body pressed against me, and the taste of whiskey on his breath made my head spin in the best way possible.

We didn't make it far from the living room. Jordan pushed me back onto the couch, his hands sliding up my thighs, under my dress, and I let out a soft moan. His touch was electric, sending shivers through me. I'd been craving this—craving *him*—for weeks, and now there was nothing stopping us.

His fingers tugged at my clothes, pulling them off piece by piece as he devoured me with kisses. My body responded eagerly, my breath quickening as I lost myself in him. He lifted me up effortlessly, carrying me to the bathroom, both of us laughing as we stumbled in.

"Let's take this to the shower," he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with desire.

The moment the warm water hit my skin, I gasped, but it wasn't the heat from the water that had me breathless—it was the way Jordan's hands roamed my body, claiming every inch of me. He kissed down my neck, trailing lower, his mouth finding every sensitive spot that made me whimper his name.

"Damn," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "You're so fucking sexy, Hailey."

I bit my lip, my head falling back against the tiles as he pressed me up against the shower wall. The steam enveloped us, the water mixing with our heated bodies as he slipped inside me, slow at first, teasing. I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders, needing more.

"Jordan...," I breathed, my voice trembling.

His thrusts became more urgent, our bodies moving in sync, the sound of water splashing around us barely louder than our moans. It was intense, raw, and filled with the kind of passion that made everything else fade away. My heart pounded in my chest as he brought me closer and closer to the edge, until finally, we both shattered, our cries lost in the steam-filled air.

But we weren't done.

After the shower, we dried off quickly, stumbling into the bedroom, still dripping with water and laughter. Jordan tossed me onto the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he climbed over me, kissing me deeply before his hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him again.

"God, I can't get enough of you," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

The night blurred into a mix of passion, laughter, and drinks. After the bed, we found ourselves back on the couch, tangled in each other, lost in the moment. Every touch, every kiss sent waves of pleasure through me, and by the time we finally collapsed onto the bed again, exhausted and satisfied, the sun was starting to rise.

The next morning, I woke up in Jordan's arms, the memory of the night before still lingering in my mind. My body ached in the best way possible, and as I stretched, I couldn't help but smile. I turned to face him, his eyes already on me, a lazy grin on his lips.

"Morning," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

"Morning," I replied, my voice still a little hoarse from the night before.

We lay there for a moment, just soaking in the quiet, before the reality of the day ahead hit us. Today was wedding planning day.

"Guess we should get up," I sighed, though part of me wanted to stay in bed all day with him.

Jordan chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Yeah, we've got a wedding to plan."

A couple of hours later, after downing coffee and getting dressed, we made our way to my parents' house. Claire, my little sister, was already there, excitedly flipping through wedding magazines at the kitchen table. My mom and dad were in full planning mode, and as soon as we walked in, they bombarded us with ideas and questions.

"So, we were thinking maybe an outdoor ceremony?" my mom suggested, showing us a few pictures of different venues.

"And what about catering? Have you guys thought about that?" my dad asked, scribbling something down on a notepad.

Jordan and I exchanged amused glances. This was going to be a long day.

Throughout the morning, we worked out details—venue ideas, guest lists, food options—while Claire kept throwing out ideas for what *she* thought would be fun at the wedding. We laughed and joked, and it all felt so surreal. In just a few months, Jordan and I would be husband and wife.

Later in the day, when things calmed down, I found myself standing by the window, looking out at Aiden playing in the yard with his grandparents. Jordan came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"You happy?" he asked softly.

I turned to look at him, smiling as I nodded. "Yeah. I'm really happy."

He kissed my temple, and I knew, no matter what came next, we were ready.