Free Seducing Jordan: A Second Chances Novella by Andrea Dalling Page B

lines of cars on the main drag at the Jersey shore. He liked the beach, but the mountains were quieter, more peaceful.
    A red Ford Focus drove into the lot. Two girls got out, late teens, one in a bikini top with cutoff jeans, the other in a swim tank with a white mesh cover-up. The driver, the one in the bikini, looked over and gave him a smile. High cheekbones, pretty eyes, dark hair halfway to her waist. He smiled back, not flirting, just being civilized.
    The two girls headed toward the entrance, chatting and laughing. The girl in the tank was slender, the other more voluptuous. His mind wandered to the idea of fucking them, the way it had been trained to. Bikini girl was more his type. He pictured the big, firm boobs in his hands, her legs open and waiting for him.
    His dick wilted. Just like it had with Cyn the last few times. He liked looking at pretty girls, but lately, looking was all he wanted to do.
    Maybe he was making too much of it. The atmosphere at the gas station wasn’t exactly conducive to a stiffy. The pump halted, and he stuck the nozzle back into place. As he pulled the receipt from the slot, Jordy exited the store, tall and tan, gait masculine but graceful.
    Rick’s cock pressed into his fly, the metal rough even through his briefs.
    That’s what you want , his brain said. He brushed it off. Of course he got horny looking at Jordan. It was operant conditioning, like Pavlov’s dogs. He was getting sex from Jordan, so seeing Jordan made him hard. Simple as that.

Chapter 9        
    When they arrived at Mia Kristina’s that evening, a hostess with a streak of blue in her black hair greeted them. “Table 7,” she said to the waiter next to her. Rick eyed the slim blond, about his age. The guy picked up two menus, giving him the once-over, gaze lingering on his package before he turned and said, “This way.”
    His face heated. Something about a guy checking him out was incredibly sexy. Not that he was interested—the guy wasn’t muscular like Jordan, more what he supposed would be called a twink. Still, he was hot in his own way, and Rick’s stomach tickled at the attention.
    As they sat, the waiter said, “I’m Aidan, and I’ll be your server tonight. Let me tell you about our specials…” He rested his hand on the back of Rick’s chair. He sucked in his cheeks, and Jordan raised his brows, the hint of a grin on his lips.
    He tried to listen to the specials, but the language part of his brain had switched off in favor of the horny part of his brain. The nerve endings in his skin were hyper-aware of the closeness of the waiter, heat radiating from his body.
    “What can I get you to drink?” Aidan asked. He met Rick’s eyes. “Besides a tall glass of water.”
    Jordan said in a louder-than-normal voice. “Iced tea for me.”
    Aidan gave him a quick glance, then turned his gaze back to Rick.
    “What other soft drinks have you got? A fancy place like this—I bet you’ve got something special to offer.”
    Aidan licked his lips. “Raspberry lemonade?”
    Rick’s eyes swept over him. “Delicious. I’ll have some of that.”
    Aidan blushed and headed toward the kitchen.
    Jordan let out a laugh.
    He gave him his most intimidating glare. “What?”
    “You’re not just gay for me, apparently. You’re gay for that waiter, too.”
    “He’s not my type. Too fem.”
    “You have a type?”
    His cheeks warmed. “Shut up.”
    “I don’t mind, babe. Flirt all you want, as long as you don’t touch.”
    “We’ll get better service if he thinks I’m into him. Which I’m not.”
    “S’okay.” With a sexy half-smile, Jordan leaned in and said in Rick’s ear, “We could invite him for a threesome. Maybe he’d suck my cock.”
    He pulled away, the words slicing through him. Was Jordy mad that he hadn’t gone down on him? After all, he kept asking for it. And he’d promised to fulfill Rick’s fantasy…
    “Babe, I’m kidding.” Jordan slid his chair closer and murmured,