Yours, Now and Forever Book #2(A Jordan Knight Fanfiction)

Ch. 13

Vivian walks through the door into Jordan's house, the house they'd shared for years. Nothing's changed. Everything looks like it did when Vivian left six years ago.

Vivian watches as Jordan drops his keys into the same bowl, on the same table she had bought when they moved into this house. As she walks through the entryway into the massive living room, she sees all the same framed pictures hanging on the walls. Pictures she had framed herself of them on their wedding day, the day they brought the twins home from the hospital, the twins first birthday. The pictures are endless as she walks down the hall to what used to be her office. Moments of the life Vivian and Jordan had shared over the twenty years they were together are all still hanging on his walls. "You haven't changed anything?" She turns to look at him, tears burning her eyes. He shakes his head, "I couldn't. I was afraid if I did, it would mean I'd really lost you forever."

"J, I'm married to someone else."

"Viv, you married someone else before, but you still came back to me. I told you I'd wait for you forever. You have my heart. Always have, always will."

She reaches for the door knob to her old office, but its locked. She looks at Jordan. He steps closer to her, his front touching hers, as he reaches above her head. He produces a key from above the door. His arm reaches around her, bringing his face right up to hers. Their lips almost touch. Her breath hitches in her throat. She wants their lips to touch, but the door behind her opens and she almost falls inside. Jordan catches her around the waist. Now his lips brush against her cheek. She turns her head, but his lips are gone. His arm is gone from around her and he's stepped past her into the open door.

This room has changed since she left. There are boxes stacked here and there. All with her name written on them. "What's all this?"

"This is some of your stuff you left behind when you moved to New York. You said your apartment was too small for everything, so I boxed it up and put it all in here. I locked the door and haven't been in here since."

Vivian looks around her old office. The only thing that's different are the boxes. Besides that all the same photos, photo albums, books and knickknacks line the bookshelves just like Vivian had left them. Or abandoned them as Jordan had called it. As she looks around one particular book catches Vivian's eye. Leather bound scrapbook, with Jordan written along the spine. How could she have left this behind all these years?

The book was heavier than she remembered. She wondered if it was the book that was heavy, or all the memories it held. Vivian sat down on the floor and opened the book in front of her. The first page was pictures of she and Jordan during that spring break when they were only seventeen. She laughed out loud and Jordan moved across the room and stood behind her. He looked at the pictures over her shoulder, he couldn't help but laugh himself. They were so young.

Vivian turned through the pages, photo after photo of them falling in love that Spring break. Then pictures of them that first summer, the summer where they sealed their love when she gave him the best gift he'd ever recieved, her virginity.

The book was filled with photos of them together, Thanksgiving in Texas, her Senior Prom, Graduation, their roadtrip from Texas to Boston after she graduated and moved here for college, College football games, parties. Then one last picture, at his sister's wedding. The night before they broke up and she was out of his life for nine long agonizing years.

When she turned to the next page, there it was, her reason for leaving him. The sonogram of their unborn baby. Vivian brushed a tear off her cheek and felt Jordan's hand squeeze her shoulder. She placed her hand on top of his and squeezed back. She pulled him down to the floor with her. He sat behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder. She turned the page again. There wasn't much after that. Old articles and photos of Jordan's career. But none of them during the years that followed their separation. "I really need to update this book. Right now its got such a sad ending. We had so many happy years after this."

Jordan's voice is quiet and sad as he says, "Yes but with the same ending. Years of happiness followed by years of separation, our story is on repeat it seems. I'm ready for our forever to begin and never end."

Vivian closes the book. She turns to face Jordan, pushing him onto his back on the floor. She looks deep into his eyes, but doesn't say a word. She just crushes his lips with hers. He lays there, not responding. He knows its wrong, she's not his anymore. She belongs to another man now, a good man. He won't be this guy. He won't be the bad guy in her love story with someone else.

She keeps kissing him, trying to elicit a response out of him. But his will is strong. He doesn't tell her to stop though, he doesn't remove her hands from his belt, or his button and zipper. He doesn't stop her from pulling his throbbing cock out of his pants. He's so hard now, its actually causing him physical pain. She kisses his mouth again, but nothing. "Jordan, why aren't you touching me? Or kissing me back? I want this, I want you. Please J."

He says nothing, he does nothing. He shouldn't have been so weak in his car, but it had been so long since he'd felt her. Now he could resist her, or so he thought. He was rock hard. And now his rock hard cock was in her small, soft hand. She began slowly stroking him up and down his length.

Now he wants to play hard to get? He was inside me less than an hour ago. She smiles to herself. I know one thing he can't resist. She stands up, straddling one foot on either side of him. She undresses, slowly. Taking off everything but her high heels. He diverts his eyes away from her. She sits back between his legs and gets onto her knees. She bends forward and licks him from balls to tip. He shivers, closing his eyes, not risking looking at her while she takes his large, hard dick in her beautiful mouth. He knows the site of her sexy, full, pouty lips wrapped around him will be his undoing. When he hears her moan, he can't help but look down at her. He's transfixed on her face now. Her eyes look up into his as she takes all of him into that fucking mouth of hers. He can't look away. He can't not touch her now. His hands go into her hair as he thrusts his hips upward. Pushing himself deeper into her throat. He does this again and again.

"God I can't take it anymore Viv" he says as he hauls her up his body by her arms. He stands up and lifts her against his chest, carrying her like a new bride over the threshold. He takes her upstairs, the the bedroom they once shared. There he makes love to her sweetly, slowly, sensually, and all night long.

Jordan wakes up feeling extremely guilty the next morning. But he can't force himself to leave his bed while she still lays in it sleeping. He's longed for her for so long. He's missed her everyday that she's been gone. The last six years have been worst than those nine years she was gone before. He's been in misery. He's good at hiding it.

Its been lonely for him, but he hasn't been completely alone. He's "dated" over the years. Not that he cares anything about dating, but he's not a total asshole. He's had a few girls he'll take to dinner, maybe a movie, but its only ever been about "getting off" for him, a release. And he's always been one hundred percent honest with these women. He has no problem hanging out before they have sex, but never after. No attachments, no emotions, nothing serious. And he's found a few really cool chicks that have filled this spot for him. It's all worked out nicely. Until now, he's got her back in his bed, how can he ever go back to emotionlessly fucking women that mean nothing to him?

The short answer to this is, he can't.