Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Jordan

This is the second day in a row that Mia hasn't shown up for her run. I saw her every morning since I started my jogs on the beach. Then, suddenly, she's been making it a habit of bailing on me. It doesn't feel like her, which tells me something is up.

Avoiding me yesterday morning makes no sense at all. We had such a good time together at her place. She had so many orgasms, screaming after each one, she almost lost her voice. I even marked her gorgeous body, so whenever she looks in the mirror, she'll think of me. Maybe she didn't show because she's too sore to run. I was pretty rough on her pussy. I can't help it. It's so fucking tight, so hot, I just want to bury myself over and over and never let up.

But skipping out on today makes me think she definitely has some thoughts going on in that pretty head of hers, especially after she saw Evenly and me at the restaurant last night. When the hostess seated us in the bar, I immediately saw Cannon. He and Mia were on the far end of the dining room, and my chair was facing them. I didn't stare; I gave them their privacy. But, when my beer was delivered, I took a quick glance. Cannon was sporting a massive scowl. I don't know what had caused it, but he looked pissed.

And then I knew the second Mia spotted us. I could almost feel it in the air. It changed. And I didn't like the way it felt.

She walked by our table, and it took everything I had not to look in her direction. Acting like she wasn't there was just easier. I didn't have to explain my smile to Evenly. I didn't have to see the expression that I knew would be on Mia's face.

They left right after she got back from the restroom. Mia's wine glass was still almost full, and they hadn't ordered dessert. Maybe they didn't like sweets, but I doubted it.

They rushed out, and something tells me it had everything to do with Evenly and me.

Jesus, she had looked so fucking sexy last night. The dress had hugged her flat stomach, the slight curve of her hips, and the dip of her tits.

She has no idea how beautiful she is. I'm sure Cannon never tells her. I'm even more positive that he doesn't appreciate what he has. By the way she comes on my cock, how hard her body shakes, how tightly she clenches me, I know she's never felt anything that strong before.

He's more into himself than her.

And that's why she should have worn that dress for me and not him.

I wish the night could have ended with her naked, her feet still in those heels, my face locked between her legs, and my tongue on her clit. But I left with my wife, and she sucked my cock in the car on the way home. And, once I got out of the shower, she was asleep.

Now that I've returned from my run, I don't want to text Mia. I want to see her. I want to ask her to her face what the hell is going on. But it's still a little too early, and I have a feeling Cannon might not be at work yet.

So, I sit on my porch, my dick hard as fuck from the thoughts of her in my head, and I scroll through the news on my phone. Avoiding anything to do with sports, I move on to my emails and return a few. Then, I phone Viktor, and we talk about the remodel he's doing at his condo.

When it's close to nine, I tell him I have to go, and I head back down the beach. As I approach Mia's place, I see a shadow in the window right above the sink. The closer I get, the darkness behind the glass lightens, and I'm able to make out the details of her face.

She's watching me. I can feel it. Yet she makes no attempt to move.

Whatever she's going through, I want to fix it. I want to make her feel better. I want to take the emotions, so they're no longer haunting her.

Seconds pass, and she doesn't make any attempt to come down here. If she isn't going to take the first step, then I will.

I remove my phone from my pocket and start typing.

Jordan: Is he home?

Mia: No.

Jordan: Then, unless you tell me to stop, I'm coming to you. Right now.