Her Eyes

The minute they walked in the door, Mason O’Rear was pinned up against the wall with his lips on hers. Exchanging breaths, they moved to her bedroom stumbling all along the way. Jordan Staal fell back onto the bed, and he was surprised when she wasn’t next to him, but straddling his waist. She was becoming more confident with herself, and in turn, becoming more confident with their relationship.

They kissed for a while longer before Jordan pulled away. He was trying to keep Mason from thinking that all he wanted was a one night stand, because that was a far from the truth as possible. Jordan flipped over and pulled her to his chest before looking down and kissing her softly.

“What would you think about going swimming tonight?” She smiled, and nodded feverishly. He kissed her softly, thrilled that she had no idea what was in store.

* * *

Jordan pulled the emergency break and jumped out of his Jeep. He walked over to Mason’s door and pulled it open, grabbing her hand in his when her feet hit the ground.

“Jord, where are we?” She asked, a little nervous.

“You’ll see, baby.” He chuckled. And she bit her lip and smiled shyly. He pulled her over to the side of the river and pulled his shirt over his head. She took that as a hint and slowly slid her jeans own her legs. Almost immediately, her skin was covered in goose bumps. It was cold. And Jordan was expecting her to get in the water? She looked over at him and her eyes immediately went to his toned chest and stomach, and she couldn’t help but stare. He smirked and walked over to her before pulling her shirt over her head. But as soon as her body was bare of any over clothes, he was the one staring. He had never seen a woman's body look so beautiful before. Mason had a dancers body, curvy in all the right places, and he couldn't help but put a hand on her hip and lean down to kiss her. But she pulled away at the last minute and ran towards the water.

They played a game of cat and mouse before Jordan tackled Mason into the water. The second they resurfaced, his arms were snaked around her waist, securing her to his chest. He lowered his lips to hers and for a few minutes all they did was kiss. But then his hands went up her back and to the string of her top. His fingers swiftly untied it and before they knew it, they were both standing in the water, naked.

“Skinny dipping?” She asked, laughing lightly. He nodded and moved toward her. She allowed herself to be pulled into his arms before she connected her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

“Jordan, we have to stop before we get too carried away.” Mason muttered, a little upset. He pulled away.

“Who says we have to stop?” And with that, Mason kissed him again, slowly moving the two to shore.

And that was the night that Jordan Staal made love to Mason O’Rear. And neither of them regretted it.

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