Jordan's Desires [Brac Village 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Lynn Hagen (the beginning after the end read novel .TXT) 📖

He didn’t want that question to be answered. Bailey wanted to live with the delusion that he was safe with Jordan. He knew he was safer with Jordan in his life. He just hoped like hell that all the craziness at least slowed down now.

“Wow, Harley,” Bailey said as they walked out of the shop. “I never would have suspected.”

“You’re not the only one,” Jordan said as they headed toward the diner. Bailey suspected that they were going to grab some lunch before getting a ride to Jordan’s house, or his, it really didn’t matter to him at the moment.

“Do you think he was the one who planted that listening device under your couch?”

“I’m positive it was him,” Jordan answered as he pulled open the diner door, allowing Bailey to enter first. “It doesn’t matter. Maverick had my place swept for bugs. It seems the one under the couch was the only bug in my home.” Jordan cleared his throat. “Our home,” he corrected.

“Slow down, big boy. I’m not sure how things are done in the paranormal world, but I still believe in dating and taking my time.” Bailey slid into a booth. Jordan moved into the bench across from him.

“I’d like that,” he admitted.

So would Bailey.

* * * *

Bailey opened his eyes. It was the dead of night, so why was he awake? He turned, seeing Jordan fast asleep. Propping his head in his hands, Bailey’s eyes roamed over mountains of muscled flesh, appreciating the beauty lying next to him. He smiled when he remembered what an ass he had made of himself with Jordan the first night he met him. Gods, that seemed like eons ago.

His stomach did a funny little flip as he inhaled his mate’s scent, his heart fluttering at the warm and rich scent that belonged to Jordan Sommers. His mate had classically handsome features. There was an inherent strength in his face. Bailey loved the shadow of a beard and was going to ask Jordan not to shave.

It added to his ruggedness and manly aura that turned Bailey on. He also had a generous mouth and an aquiline nose. Bailey grinned as he glanced at Jordan’s chin. The set suggested a stubborn streak that Bailey knew Jordan possessed.

“You’re watching me.”

Bailey smiled. Jordan hadn’t opened his eyes, but he knew. He always knew. “I am.”

Without opening his eyes, Jordan turned over and pulled Bailey close. He snuggled in close, relishing the feel of his mate’s muscles surrounding him, keeping him safe. “I love you, Bailey.”

Bailey swallowed roughly. He never thought to hear those words spoken to him. Well, except for the time Jordan was out of it from being poisoned. But that hadn’t counted. His mate had been feverish and hallucinating.

Tilting his head back, Bailey stared up into amber eyes, eyes he had grown to love so much. His throat was tight with emotions as his body began to tremble. “I love you, too, Jordan.”

It felt as if something had been set free inside of him once he spoke the words in his heart. He had finally found someone who wasn’t going to hurt him and who truly loved him.

Jordan cupped the back of Bailey’s head and captured his lips. Not only were Bailey’s toes curling but he was certain he could hear angels singing…or maybe that was just the blood rushing through his ears. The gentle massage sent currents of desire through him as Jordan slowly moved over Bailey, hovering as he kicked Bailey’s legs apart. Bailey was shattering like fine crystal that had been dropped into a kiss that rocked him from head to toe.

Jordan reached under Bailey with one arm, curved it around Bailey’s back, then turned and pulled him in close for a kiss filled with heat and intense passion. Bailey loved that Jordan kissed him as if the act were an art. Not many men kissed like that anymore.

His lips glided over Bailey’s, his tongue slowly exploring. The scrape of his stubble sent thrills through Bailey, right down to his groin.

Jordan reached between Bailey’s legs and then grinned into Bailey’s mouth. “Plug?”

“I wasn’t sure, so I wanted to be ready.”

He hissed loudly when Jordan began to play with it. “I can guarantee that you can always be sure I want my mate.”

Bailey spread his legs wider as Jordan removed the plug—his ass well lubed from inserting it earlier—and slid his cock inside Bailey as if he had all the time in the world.

And they did. Bailey wasn’t going anywhere. He was Jordan’s desire, his heartbeat, and Jordan was his.

THE END

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Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.

You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.

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