Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Mia

This morning, my body aches in the most delicious way. Ever since I woke up, all I've been able to think about is Jordan. Hearing him tell me how much he wants my ass and how he needs to be inside me—I'll never get that out of my head.

His voice. His desperation. Everything about him consumes me, and all I can do is hold on and scream.

When I roll over, Cannon's side of the bed is cold and empty. Usually, I can't sleep unless he's close, but last night, I was so worn out from all the orgasms Jordan had given me, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

It's not like Cannon to disappear first thing in the morning though, so I pull the covers back and climb out of bed. I never had the energy to change into pajamas, so I'm still wearing only my bra and panties. I should have showered. Should have put on something that wasn't covered in Jordan's scent. But I slept with him on me, in me, and my skin still tingles from his beard.

After I grab a T-shirt out of the clean wash basket, I pull it over my head and start looking for my husband. Both guest rooms are empty, one bed left untouched, so Cannon and Evenly must have kept their night where it started—in the living room. The other bed's still a tousled mess.

I bite my lip, thinking about the way we christened that bed—how he shoved my face against the mattress and held on to my hands, pulling my ponytail when he wanted me to scream for him. I've never been like that before—so uninhibited, so free. I didn't care how loud I was or who heard me. All I cared about was releasing the powerful orgasm pooling between my thighs.

Jordan knows how to hit every spot. How to build from one moment to the next with his fingers, his lips, and his tongue. And, when he pushed inside me, I felt that deliciously sweet stretch. Clawing at his back, I dug my nails into his skin and clenched him as hard as I could. I probably left marks, maybe even drew a little blood. That's what Jordan does to me.

The kitchen is quiet, and the screen door's closed and locked. Other than the bottle of wine Evenly and Cannon must have shared, nothing else is out of place. Flickering is coming from the living room. The TV's on, and Cannon's sprawled out on the couch with the remote in one hand and a half-empty beer in the other. It's about to fall over and spill next to him.

He's sound asleep. I pull the remote from his hand and turn the TV off. And then I clear away the bottles littering the table but not before I spot the picture lying next to them. It's a Polaroid snapshot of him and Evenly, completely naked and fucking.

For a good minute or two, I stare at it. Cannon's pounding into her ass while he holds the camera to the side to capture the moment. Her dark hair's tucked into her neck, giving the perfect view of her naked body.

Most girls might get hung up on Evenly's perfect body, but all I can pay attention to is Cannon's face. Even though it's just his profile, his eyes are hungry, hungrier than I've ever seen them. I didn't even know he liked anal sex or that he wanted it. My husband has never done something that erotic or dirty with me. He's never devoured me with a single stare or wanted to capture the moment on film.

But he's buried so deep inside Evenly; it doesn't look like he ever wants to come out. I don't know who the man in that picture is. My husband has never fucked me like that. He's never even tried.

"Cannon," I whisper. "Wake up."

He stirs, licking his lips. They're dry, and I think about all the places they could have been. On her. In her. All over Evenly. I have no right to be jealous. Jordan did the same to me, but I still feel a twinge of resentment and a little pang of regret that I wasn't able to give my husband what he needed in bed.