Vince dozed off, and when he woke up at 4 he was starving, and Jordan wasn’t home. More women were standing out in front of the jail now, carrying signs and shouting. There were nearly a thousand angry women screaming for Ari’s release.
Vince made his way to the fridge to get a bottle of water and saw Jordan’s bag with his books sitting on the table. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? Why had he lied? Where was he?
He climbed into Arianna’s SUV and drove to Jordan’s office. He saw Jordan’s SUV in his parking spot. He made his way down to Jordan’s lair. All he needed to do was flash his badge. The door to his office was a little trickier; it was locked with a key card. He was sure Jordan could get into it without the card, but that didn’t help him right now. So he knocked. And when Jordan didn’t answer, he knocked louder. He continued to knock until Jordan finally opened the door.
“What are you doing here,” Vince demanded. “You said you were going to class.”
“Maybe I didn’t want you to know what I was doing.” Jordan was angry.
“Why not,” Vince demanded. Jordan turned away from him. “Why not Jordan?”
Vince turned toward the many monitors, and saw what Jordan was doing. He tracked every member of the team that arrested Arianna. He tracked Selena Davies. And he had Colonel White’s phone records on the bottom center screen.
“Jordan, White warned you not to tamper with his case,” Vince growled.
“I don’t care,” Jordan countered loudly. “I am going to do what I need to do to get her out. I don’t care if I have to blackmail the president.”
“Jordan, calm down,” Vince tried to soothe him. “Just stop this and come home.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” Jordan sounded nearly hysterical. “I have to get her out of there.”
“I told you she’s fine, damn it. Why don’t you trust me?” They were yelling at each other now.
“I have to help her,” Jordan yelled.
Vince closed his eyes, and counted to ten. But when he opened them again Vince had returned to his tablet. He was obsessed. Vince tried to wrap his arm around his shoulder, but he shoved him away. So he put his hand out and shoved Jordan, which put him flat against the door. “Jordan, you have to calm down.”
“How,” Jordan sobbed. “How am I supposed to calm down?” Vince remembered how he’d calmed himself down earlier. And he decided then that’s what Jordan needed. And he took the step to close the gap between them, and he kissed him.
He kissed him gently but firmly. Jordan froze. His hands remained at his side, and his eyes remained wide open. Vince moaned in the back of his throat as he rubbed his crotch against Jordan’s. Jordan resisted for several minutes as Vince used his tongue to try to part his lips. Jordan didn’t shake his head, he didn’t say no. And he didn’t try to push Vince away.
Vince moved his hand to Jordan’s hip and pulled him closer. Jordan’s eyes closed. Vince wrapped his arm around the small of Jordan’s back, and shoved his pelvis into the younger man’s.
And then Jordan parted his lips. He knew deep inside him that Vince wanted him on a physical level. He knew that Vince had sex with men and women. And a small part of him wanted Vince too. He wanted to touch his big body, and be held by his strong arms. Jordan’s hands went out to Vince’s chest as his tongue plunged into his mouth. He rubbed his hands up and down over his chest, and Vince moaned again when he brushed over his nipples. He loved to lick and taste and pinch Ari’s because he loved her reaction, so he tried it on Vince. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and his fingers found his tight little buds, already erect like the rest of him.
Vince moaned even louder. So Jordan pulled away from his kiss and attached his mouth to the tiny, sensitive nubs. Vince cried out then, a short sweet call of desire.
“Unbutton your pants,” Vince ordered. Jordan didn’t hesitate. He quickly dropped them down around his ankles. And then Vince dropped to his knees. He hadn’t done this since… He didn’t want to think about that now. But since he became an adult, and realized that his looks and his body made him desirable, he became the taker. He took what he wanted, demanded that men and women give him blow jobs or hand jobs, and spread their legs for his hard cock.
But with Arianna, and now with Jordan, he wanted to give the pleasure. He wanted them both to ache with it. And when Vince put his hand around the base of Jordan’s manhood and licked around the head, Jordan’s hands went straight to Vince’s thick wavy hair. Vince moaned as he remembered…
Stop, he told himself. This wasn’t about him. This was about Jordan. He took just the head in his mouth, and sucked it lightly. His tongue wrapped itself around, and around, until Jordan gasped loudly. It was true what they said that no one knew a man’s body better than another man. Vince released Jordan’s penis and held it tight in his mouth as his hand went out to caress his balls lightly. He wished for the millionth time that day that his arm wasn’t injured, because then he could hold it and rub it as he massaged his sensitive sac. But this would have to do, for now.
He cupped them in his palm as his mouth took more of his long shaft. He used his middle finger, just the tip, to rub the area between his balls and his ass. Jordan’s hips thrust into Vince, shoving him farther into his mouth. He felt the head at the back of his throat. He knew what to do. He’d done it so many times. He stuck out his tongue and tipped his head back, and Jordan thrust all of him inside. The back of his throat opened up for him, and he moaned when he felt his nose against the flat, hairless tummy.
Jordan didn’t want to enjoy it, but it felt so different from what Arianna did with her mouth. She teased it, played with it, but Vince knew what he was doing and took him to a different place in his mind. He couldn’t think about anything but how far, how deep he was inside Vince. And he wanted more. He wanted…
“Rub it,” Jordan insisted. “Take it out of your mouth and rub it.” Vince nodded and slowly slid off it, until just the head was in his mouth. He lightly raked his teeth over the super sensitive spot as it popped out of his mouth. And then he jacked it, hard and fast. Jordan panted, his chest expanding and contracting with each breath. And then Vince slowed down. He held it just at the base, and rubbed the head against his lips.
Jordan growled deep in his throat. “Do it,” he insisted. “Get me off.”
“No,” Vince whispered. He didn’t want it to be that easy. He wanted to drag it out, tease him, and slowly build to the orgasm. And his own erection was so big and hard that it strained against his pants.
“Please,” Jordan urged.
“No, you have to get me off too,” Vince demanded. “Or I stop.” He smiled when Jordan let out a tortured groan.
“Whatever you want,” Jordan sighed.
He lay back on the floor and ordered, “Take off my pants.” Jordan stepped out of his, and he was on his knees in front of Vince. He’d dressed and undressed Vince before, so he didn’t think about it, he just did it. “Take it,” Vince said. Jordan leaned forward, braced himself on one forearm, and grabbed Vince’s cock with the other hand.
It felt better than he expected. His back arched, and his chest expanded. Every nerve ending tingled when Jordan slipped his hand from the head to the base. He did it again, slowly, over and over. And when he felt Jordan’s other hand on his balls his entire body jerked, pushing him off the ground. Jordan chuckled at his reaction, and cupped them and massaged them as Vince had done to him.
“God, that is perfect,” Vince moaned. His voice was gravelly. His hand slipped into Jordan’s hair and pulled his mouth toward it. Jordan opened up and took it. His mouth was so wet, and it slid in easily. “That feels so fucking good. Move up here,” he insisted.
Jordan didn’t understand what he meant for a moment. When he did figure it out, he twisted his body around and put one knee on either side of Vince’s shoulders. Vince didn’t know if he could take it like that, it was so big. But he held the base with his right hand, and then it was down his throat again. He pumped it with his hand and moved his neck up and down.
He thought he was doing something right as Jordan’s mouth was all the way at the base of his cock. One hand held the base tight, and the other went back to his balls, and lower. He shoved a finger inside him, and Vince thrust wildly. That caused Jordan to shove himself in deeper, and harder, and faster. And suddenly he shot his load down the back of Vince’s throat. He kept doing it, for minutes, until he was drained. He relaxed, but he realized he was probably smothering Vince. And Vince hadn’t came yet.
He moved around him until his knees were again between Vince’s legs. He shoved two fingers inside Vince, and pumped his cock hard. Vince stared into his eyes, and mumbled about how good it felt, how beautiful Jordan was, and how much he loved him. “I love you too,” Jordan said softly. Vince growled loudly and shot his load onto his stomach. Jordan pumped until Vince screamed for him to stop. Then he curled his body against Vince’s, and closed his eyes.
“Are we going to do this all the time now,” Jordan wondered as he rested his head on Vince’s big chest.
“God I hope so,” Vince sighed, and kissed the top of Jordan’s head and wrapped his hair around his fingers.
Chapter Nineteen
“SIB, turn to a news channel,” Vince said aloud.
“Greetings, Vince,” SIB replied. “Do you have a preference?”
“No, find one that’s discussing Arianna,” he said. When Jordan looked up at him, Vince kissed his forehead. “We need to get dressed. I don’t want to lay in the floor half naked.” He stood up and realized that his pants were still around his ankles. “Can you help me please?” He asked.
Jordan bent down and pulled on Vince’s clothes, and as he did he kissed his stomach. “Maybe I do want to lay there all day,” Vince grinned.
Jordan sighed. But as he watched the news he smiled at Vince. “You were right. They’re turning her into a hero.”
“On the first day of Arianna Becker’s incarceration, over five thousand women have gathered outside the jail where she is kept. Reports are pouring in across the country of sex offenders being attacked, and in some cases killed. There are four reported deaths, and ten men have reportedly been rushed to the hospital with serious injuries. There have been no witnesses, and people are reluctant to speak to the police. In related news, the FBI is refusing to discuss the case against Margo Tremblay as the investigation is ongoing, but charges have been filed against Jean-Claude Tremblay. Those charges include statutory rape, child pornography, prostitution, sex trafficking, and many other charges. Tremblay has pleaded not guilty. He is being held without bail.”
Jordan watched intently, and didn’t say a word. “Are you okay now,” Vince asked gently. He reached for Jordan and put his arm around his shoulder.
“Yes, I’m okay now.” He didn’t have that same maniacal stare, so Vince believed him.
“Good because Ari’s mother is coming from Ohio, and she’ll be staying in Ari’s apartment.”
Jordan nodded. “We should go to the grocery store then,” he said pragmatically.
“Yes, we should,” Vince agreed. “Can we go now?”
“Good bye, SIB,” Jordan said as he followed Vince out the door.
“Good bye, Jordan,” she answered, and the lights and the monitors shut down as the door closed.
Ari’s mother was in time for dinner, and Jordan cooked vegetable lasagna and salad. Vince thought perhaps he could get used to the vegetarian diet if the food was always this good.
“Arianna doesn’t have any personal items in her apartment,” Vince observed. “Do you know where her things are?”
“She had them shipped to the house about five years ago with a note that asked me to take care of them for her. She said she had to go away for a job, but she’d see me soon.” Charlotte Becker fought tears as she said it. “I’d just lost Jasmine, and then she just disappeared without telling me where she was. And today I see her picture all over the news.”
“Do you have a picture of Jasmine?” Jordan asked.
“Yes, I keep the last picture I took of both of them together. Ari was so angry when Jas went off to college,” Charlotte said. She kept it handy in an outside pocket, and she handed it to Jordan.
Jasmine had Ari’s coloring, but she looked shy behind thick glasses, and her long dark hair was in a ponytail. Ari wore short shorts and a tight t-shirt, showing off her athletic body and her deep tan. She looked even darker in the photo, like she spent every waking hour in the sun. Her long hair blew in the wind, and her eyes sparkled even though she refused to smile.
Neither of the girls looked like their mother, except for their eyes. Charlotte Becker’s skin was nearly as pale as Jordan’s, and her hair was a dark sandy blonde. She was short compared to Arianna, and didn’t have the same athletic physic. Vince couldn’t help wondering what their father looked like, if he had dark hair and brown eyes.
“You remind me of Jasmine, her mannerisms, her intellect,” Charlotte said with a soft smile. “She made straight A’s every semester. She studied computer science.”
“Ari told me,” he said as he handed the photo to Vince. So that’s what Ari saw in him. He understood now. Jordan was her replacement for her sister. She needed to protect him, because she didn’t protect Jasmine. Jordan sucked his lips between his teeth and bit hard. He didn’t want to cry over this, not now.
Vince stared hard at Jordan over the corner of the photo. He could tell immediately that something was wrong. He would ask him later, after Charlotte went to bed.
“Ari was always active, always outside.” Charlotte said when Vince handed her the picture. She touched it tenderly. “Did she do what they’re saying she did?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Vince answered.
“You’re both FBI agents,” Charlotte asked with a frown.
“Yes, ma’am,” Vince said again. “Trust me, we don’t want her in jail.” Jordan nodded.
“Did she kill Conner Samples?” Charlotte lowered her voice to say his name.
Vince turned to Jordan. Arianna never told him who. Jordan nodded and said quietly, “Yes.”
“Good.” Charlotte’s eyes lit up. “That’s good. I think I’ll go to bed now. Good night.” She waved as she stood at the door, then she was gone.