Page 127 of The Incredible Ordinary

Finally, he groans and yanks me lower on the bed so I’m on my back, and then we’re rutting against each other with no finesse, just pure urgency.

“Jordy,” he rasps into my ear.

Something about the rawness of his voice hits me right in the middle of my chest, and then I’m arching my back. A searing bolt of pleasure smashes into me. My dick pulses and shoots, the heat of my release making our bodies slick.

Milán pushes himself up, balancing on one arm above me, jacking himself furiously with the other until the muscles of his abdomen clench, and he comes all over my stomach, addingmore cum to the mess. It gathers in my belly button, droplets sliding down my sides.

We’re both panting loudly, unable to catch our breaths.

He slumps on top of me.

His weight is a welcome distraction from thinking too much.

“Okay?” he mutters into the side of my neck.

Am I?

I feel rearranged.

He lifts his head when I fail to answer.

“Jordy?”

We’re lying in a mess of sheets, Milán half on top of me, one arm thrown over my chest, one thigh over mine.

“I’m good,” I say, and the moment those words leave my lips, I realize they’re a hundred percent true. I mean it. I smile and kiss him.

“Better than good.Justright.”

MILÁN

I’ve beena solitary person for so long that it’s been strange having so many people around me at all times. What’s startling, though, is that so far I haven’t really noticed. When I think back on these past months, the sudden onslaught of people hasn’t felt like a change in the midst of all the other ways my life has been turned upside down.

Well, I notice now.

Now, when I have a sudden need for privacy and limited options to get it.

There’s always somebody around.

Always something going on.

It wouldn’t have mattered before.

But now there’s Jordan.

And suddenly each moment I get alone with him is rare. To the point where it starts to feel the universe has grown stingy with him, offering scraps when I’m starving. Being alone with him has turned into a rare luxury, the kind I frustratingly can’t buy, which is how I usually solve my problems.

Tonight, though, we’re at my place. Aiden’s at work, and Theo and Rory are having a sleepover at Jordan’s house. You best fucking believe I’m taking advantage.

I put the empty takeout box down on the floor. We ate in my bed, the lights turned low, door closed, firmly shutting the rest of the world out.

It started to snow just before he arrived, and by now the world outside is covered with a thick white sheen.

There’s something in the air tonight; a seductive tension that stretches between us. The buzzing expectation of something good, where you both want to get your hands on it right the fuck now, but you’re also enjoying the anticipation.

I slide my foot over to where his leg is resting on the bed. He’s still dressed in the charcoal slacks and light blue button-down he wears to work. Very proper. Perfectly put together.

I slide my toe over the sole of his foot. His leg jerks, and he turns to look at me, eyes shining with silent laughter. He raises his brows at me.