Chapter 66: 66 | About Next Saturday... [CASTLE BONUS]

Shit.

"Jordan?" Chloe’s voice floated from the bathroom. "The water’s getting cold."

"Hold on."

Jordan’s thumb hovered over the call button. Every instinct screamed at him to ignore his mother and join Chloe in that shower.

But his mother would just keep calling. She’d probably show up at his apartment. She’d definitely tell his father who would definitely call and ask pointed questions about responsibility and family and treating women right.

Better to rip off the bandaid.

Jordan hit the call button.

One ring. Two rings.

"JORDAN!" His mother’s voice exploded through the speaker. "Finally! I’ve been texting you for hours!"

"It’s been twenty minutes, mom."

"Twenty minutes of agony waiting to hear about this girlfriend!"

Jordan winced. Chloe poked her head out of the bathroom. Her hair was wet. Water dripped down her face and neck. She wore nothing but a curious expression.

Who is it? she mouthed.

Jordan mouthed back. My mom.

Chloe’s eyebrows shot up. Her mouth curved into a smile that promised trouble.

Oh no.

"So tell me everything!" His mother continued. "Cassie said she was beautiful. How did you meet? What’s her name? What’s she studying?"

Chloe walked out of the bathroom. Still completely naked. Still dripping wet.

Jordan’s brain short-circuited.

"Uh," he said intelligently.

"Jordan? Are you there?"

Chloe walked closer. Her hips swayed with each step. Water droplets trailed down between her breasts. Down her stomach. Lower.

Focus. Brain. Work. Now.

"Yeah, sorry, I’m here."

"Well? Tell me!"

Chloe reached him. Pressed her wet body against his side. Her hand traced lazy patterns on his chest.

Jordan’s free hand moved automatically to her waist. His fingers splayed across warm, damp skin.

"Her name is Chloe," Jordan managed. "We met through, uh, mutual friends."

Chloe’s hand moved lower. Down his stomach. Traced the V that pointed toward his cock.

"And what does she study?" His mother asked.

"Communications."

"Oh how lovely! Is she at Pacific Crest?"

"Yeah."

Chloe’s hand wrapped around his length. Stroked once.

Jordan’s hips jerked forward involuntarily.

"Jordan? Did you say something?"

"No, just, uh, stubbed my toe."

"Oh you should be more careful! Anyway, your father and I were thinking we could take you both to dinner this weekend. There’s that lovely Italian place in—"

Chloe stroked him again. Slower this time. Her thumb circled the tip.

"Fuck," Jordan breathed.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. The Italian place sounds great."

Chloe’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. She dropped to her knees.

Oh no. No no no.

"We’re so excited to meet her! Cassie said she seemed very confident. Is she from California?"

"She’s, uh—" Jordan’s voice cracked as Chloe’s tongue traced the underside of his length. "She’s local. Yeah."

"Wonderful! Does she have any siblings?"

"A brother." Jordan’s hand fisted in Chloe’s wet hair. "Younger brother."

Chloe’s mouth opened. Took him inside. Hot and wet and perfect.

"Mmm," Jordan bit back a groan.

"What?"

"I said that’s nice. That she has a brother."

"Does she get along with him?"

Chloe took him deeper. Her throat constricted around the head of his cock.

"Jesus—" Jordan coughed. "I mean, yes. They’re close."

His mother’s voice went soft. "You really like her, don’t you?"

Yes. God yes. So fucking much.

"Yeah, mom. I do."

Chloe pulled back slowly. Her lips dragged along his length. She looked up at him with dark eyes that sparkled with mischief.

Then she took him deeper than before.

Jordan’s knees nearly buckled. His grip tightened in her hair.

"That’s wonderful, sweetheart. I’m so happy for you." His mother paused. "After everything with that awful Eliza girl, you deserve someone who appreciates you."

Chloe’s hands moved to his hips. Held him steady as she set a rhythm. Up and down. Slow and torturous.

"Thanks, mom." Jordan’s voice came out strained.

"Are you sure you’re alright? You sound strange."

"I’m fine. Just tired from the gym."

"Oh you’ve been going to the gym? That’s fantastic! Your father will be so proud."

Chloe increased her pace. Took him faster. Deeper.

The wet sounds of her mouth filled the quiet loft.

Jordan prayed his mother couldn’t hear them through the phone.

"So Saturday at seven?" His mother asked. "At Giuliano’s?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Should we make a reservation for four?"

Chloe hollowed her cheeks. Sucked harder.

"Yes—" Jordan’s voice pitched higher. "Four people. Great."

"Jordan Samuel McKnight are you sure you’re okay?"

Fuck. She used the full name.

"I’m fine, mom. Promise. Just, uh, Chloe just walked in."

Chloe’s eyes widened. She pulled off his cock with a wet pop. Mouthed seriously?

Jordan shrugged helplessly.

"Oh!" His mother’s voice went up several octaves. "She’s there? Can I talk to her?"

No. Absolutely not. Under no circumstances.

"She’s, uh, in the shower actually."

Not technically a lie.

"Oh of course! Well tell her I can’t wait to meet her!"

"Will do."

Chloe stood up. Pressed her mouth to Jordan’s ear. "Coward," she whispered.

Her hand wrapped around his cock again. Stroked firmly.

"I should let you go," his mother said. "I’m sure you two have plans."

"Yeah, we, uh, have karaoke tonight."

"Karaoke! How fun! You’ll have to tell me all about it."

"Sure thing, mom."

"I love you, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you for getting your life together."

Jordan’s chest tightened. Guilt crashed through him.

I’m lying to everyone. Mom thinks I have my shit together. Chloe thinks I need three wives. And I’m standing here with a phone in one hand while she jerks me off with the other.

"Love you too, mom."

"Give Chloe my best!"

"I will. Bye."

Jordan ended the call. Tossed his phone onto the desk.

Chloe’s hand kept moving. "That was mean."

"You started it." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"I simply suggested conserving water." Her voice dripped innocence. "Very environmentally conscious of me."

"You gave me a blowjob while I was on the phone with my mother."

"And you handled it beautifully." Her grip tightened. "Barely stuttered at all."

"You’re evil."

"You like it."

Jordan grabbed her wrist. Stopped her movements. "My mother wants to meet you this Saturday."

Chloe blinked. "What?"

"Dinner. Seven PM. Italian place called Giuliano’s."

"You told her about me?"

"Cassie told her about you."

"Oh." Chloe’s expression shifted. Uncertainty flickered across her face. "And you want me to go?"

"Do you want to go?"