A test of Love by Navaura Campbell (simple e reader .txt) 📖

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Jordan gasped and jerked upright, his heart hammering in his chest and his pulse thundering in his ears. Reaching at his heart, he clutched it. The pain that stabbed through was so severe, he felt as if he would pass out right then and there. He had thought he'd been dealing with the break up good, but it had been a whole week since he'd spoken to Trey and had heard from Neema, who'd said that Denise had left for the two week break. He'd gone over to her dorm room to find that no one was there. Once that hadn't worked, he'd gone to Neema's. Inhaling sharply, he whispered, "God, please, I'm begging you." He closed his eyes tightly and then had the overwhelming urge to call her. He needed to hear her voice. Reaching over onto the night stand, he grabbed his phone and opened it. Dialing one, he waited for the phone to dial her number. When he heard the ringing, he panicked and was about to hang up, when he heard the most depressed sound ever. "Hello," Her tone sounded sleepy. His voice caught in his throat and he couldn't say anything. "Hello," She whispered again. Still his voice was not responding. There was a sharp pause, and then rustling heard on the phone, "Jordan, I know it's you." She stated, her tone trembling. Jordan whispered, "I love you, Denise."

Denise's heart beat sped up and she thought her pulse would jump out of her temples, "What?" A little louder, Jordan whispered, "I love you Denise and I'm sorry."
Denise closed her eyes as tears ran down her face, "Jordan, please."
"I know I was stupid. I know I was a jerk." He stated.
"Jordan..."
"I know you're probably mad at me and I would be too, but, baby, I love you and I made a dumb decision. I tried to get you out of my heart because I was so scared that someone would take you from me." He stated, still not hearing her. "I want you with me. I want us to be a family. I wanted to die when I heard what you tried to do to yourself. I mean, I told Neema..." Jordan ranted on. Finally, after a minute, Denise spoke more firmly, "Jordan, please, listen to me." Jordan stopped rambling and listened.
"I don't care." She stated.
Jordan's heart seemed to break in two. "I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that I love you Denise, if I have too."
Denise exhaled, "I don't care, Jordan. I don't care as long as you come back. None of it matters."
Jordan paused, "What?"
"I'm at my mom's ok. I came up here for the Christmas break. If you mean what you say, I want you to come up here first thing in the morning."
Jordan nodded his head, "Ok."
"Make sure you bundle up because it's really cold out there," She whispered.
Jordan smiled, "I will De-De." The way he said her name caused chills to go down her spine.
"Hurry up and get here, ok, baby? I know that everyone will be happy to see you."
"You're not mad at me, Denise?" He inquired.
"Mad doesn't even begin to describe how I feel Jordan. I know I love you and I want you up here, so go back to sleep and get here as fast as you can."

Jordan cut on his light. He'd been going in and out of sleep since that call to her. He still couldn't describe the urgent need to get to her. Looking at his watch, it read four thirty. he decided it was never too early to get to the woman he loved. Clearing his throat, he grabbed the items that mattered the most and left the dorm, locking it in a hurry and then running down the stairs, into the lobby and out the door. He couldn't get there fast enough.
Thirty Eight

Chapter Thirty Seven

When Jordan got there, he went up to the door and knocked. After about five knocks, he heard footsteps on the stairwell and then down in the hallway. When the door opened, he was met with a frowning, Victoria Richards, "Jordan Andre Williams, you better have a good explanation as to why in the hell are you on my doorstep at five thirty in the morning."
"Where's Denise," He whispered.
"In her room asleep."
"I need to see her."
Victoria stared at him through sleep deprived lids. "I should leave you there to rot in the snow."
Jordan stood there as she turned away from the door. "What are you standing there for come in and close the damn door, You know where her room is."
Immediately, Jordan went in and closed the door. Quickly he removed his boots and took the stairs two at a time. Vicki had already gone back to her room. Opening the door to the right of the stairwell, he was greeted with the sound of loud gagging. Closing the door, he whispered Denise's name.

Denise tried to will herself to stop vomiting but couldn't make it happen. She stuck her face into the bowl and continued on, even as Jordan came around the corner and into the bathroom. Kneeling down to where she was, he ran a tender hand over her hair. This agitated her. She pushed him away from her. Jordan looked at her for a minute and then reluctantly went back into the bedroom. Five minutes later, after hearing her gargle, he watched her enter the room. "Are you alright?" His tone was full of concern. Denise felt her heart melt inside her chest at the softness etched in his voice. She nodded, "Nothing a little saltines won't cure."
"Crackers?" Jordan inquired.
Denise nodded, her gaze locked on his, "It helps with the nausea."
Jordan wrinkled his brow in confusion.
"There are some crackers over on the dresser. I thought they'd be close enough to reach, but apparently not.”
Jordan went to the dresser and grabbed the crackers from off top, “Why is your stomach upset?"
She swallowed saliva and forced the nausea down as he handed her the crackers, “Because I'm pregnant.”
"You're pregnant?"
She nodded, her gaze intense as it steadied him. "Yes, I am." He stared down at her stomach, “How far along are you?”
“I'm not sure. I think I'm somewhere between twelve and fourteen weeks. I haven't gone to the doctor yet.”
He glanced down at her and sighed, feeling the blood pump through his veins, “Really?” He questioned her with his eyes. Denise folded her arms across her chest, “I can't believe you'd even go that far Jordan, who else have I been with besides you?”
He put a hand up to his head, suddenly getting a headache. “Denise...” It was then she could hear the fear in his voice. Grabbing his hand, she pulled it away from his head and wrapped it around her waist, “We're older now baby. The circumstances have changed, we've changed."
“I know, but...it was so hard back then.”
“It probably won't be any easier this time around but it's not impossible.”
Jordan glanced down at her face, it was round and adorned the beautiful full lips he'd fallen in love with long ago. Her coffee bean colored eyes showed her maturity. He could see the love in them. He could see the hope. He reached up and stroked the side of her face, “A baby.” She nodded, leaning into the tender feel of his hand. He grazed his thumb over her cheek. It was then he felt the slightest tremble in her posture. Pulling her face up, he could already see the glow in her cheeks forming from the stimulation of a simple touch. His finger slid over her lips as they opened to his fingers. He watched as her mouth covered it. A twitch occurred in his pants. The sensations of her tongue made Jordan's stomach flipped flop. He exhaled, “I came here to apologize and set things straight with you, De-De.”
She pulled his finger out of her mouth and kissed the palm of his hand, “Yes and you are.” Her hands went up to his chest and she raked her fingers over it. His nipples went taught through the gray t-shirt he wore. “Denise.”
She paused and looked up at him, “If you don't want to make love to me Jordan, we can just sit and talk but I miss you.” She paused and he watched as she untied the robe she'd wrapped around her and it slid off her shoulders to the ground. He shook his head, “Denise...” His tone came out breathless. She whispered, “I miss you.” He felt his legs pull him closer to her. She backed into her bed and sat down on the edge. Parting her legs, She whispered, “Maybe it's not protocol to make love before you discuss everything first, but baby...” He watched as her teeth grazed her bottom lip, “I fucking missed you.” Jordan felt the heat gather inside his entire body. He couldn't argue with that. Reaching out to her, his hands, attacked her crotch first. He heard a sigh when a finger entered her. She felt so moist and warm, it stirred the fire inside him. He continued to stroke and as he did, added another finger. She moaned his name.
He leaned in and his lips fell upon hers. Eagerly she kissed him back as he moved faster inside her. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her body begin to move. He kissed her hard and moaned against her mouth and when she tried to move her head away to say something, he whispered, “No.” Her hips began gyrating against his fingers and he felt her juices slide down them. He felt himself harden to his fullest length now and there was a deep pulsating. He grasped her clitoris and strummed his thumb over the sensitive piece of skin. She grabbed the back of his neck and arched her hips up, moving her mouth away from his, she gasped, “Oh, God.”
He whispered, “You shouldn't have done that.” Just as she let out a deep breath, his mouth went to her neck and he suckled on the soft skin there. She yelped. He removed a finger off her clit and pushed the other two into her more forcefully. She gasped and he felt it as her body slicked even more and his fingers were bathed in her fluids. He could smell her as she let her liquids gush out onto his fingers in an orgasm. This only sufficed to intensify his need to mark her as his own. He couldn't explain the desire to constantly brand her as his. He felt tears gather into the corners of his eyes as his mouth turned away from her neck and went back to her lips. He swallowed and felt a constriction in his throat. She pulled his face away from hers. “Jordan...” She whispered, starring into his eyes, confused at the tears. He whispered, “Don't ask, Denise, I don't know why, except I love you that much.”

She nodded, "Ok, I won't, but I love you just as much Mr. Williams."
He whispered, “You just turn my world upside down. I've never wanted a woman the way I want you.”
“Maybe it's some sick and twisted way of wanting to own me.”
He laughed, “hmmm.