“Jordie?” her mom said from behind the door.
“Not now mom,” Jordan said. She was still mad. How could he tell people? She kept thinking.
“He is still downstairs,” her mom said. Jordan threw the pillow in her hand to the floor. She opened the door and rushed downstairs, pushing past her mom on the way.
“What!” she screamed at him. She did not care that he was almost a foot taller than her or that he was the sheriff.
“Can we just talk?” he said, looking down at her with those puppy eyes.
“No!” she said, still infuriated. “You think I am your property?”
“No of course not. Just after…” Rick said, but he looked over his shoulder. Her father was now behind them.
“After what? We had sex?” We fucked. What?” she said, still screaming.
Rick tried to calm her down by trying to hug her.
“What part of No! Don’t you get?” she asked, this time lowering her voice.
“I have feelings for you Rick, I really do. But if there is going to be an us, you have to stop with this sick crush you have on me.”
“Deal. I mean I will try.” Rick shrugged.
“And no more telling people anything. I don’t like people knowing things about me,” she said, looking up at him.
“I can do that,” Rick smiled. She shook her head.
“Dating. We are not together,” Jordan sighed.
Jordan did have feelings for him. Coming back here had brought all those feelings back. How could she not? He was the boy that followed her home from school every day, the boy who helped her pick out flowers for her grandmother’s funeral, and he was there when they buried the puppies that her father had found.
“For now,” he said as he hugged her. She let him this time. “I got to head back to work I will be back later,” he said as he climbed into the truck.
She walked back to her father, who was sitting on the porch.
“Say it,” she said. She looked back at her dad. He shook his head.
“Nothing to say,” he replied.
“He has nothing to say now,” her mother said as she joined him on the swinging bench. “Later he will have a lot to say,” she added. “It is your life Jordie. I like him,” she said, smiling.
Her father looked out to the stables. “What about Cole?” he asked.
“Wasn’t he your best friend?” he said, looking at his wife.
“Cole is better off now than he has ever been. He has lost weight, and he has no more stress. So where is the harm?” her mother shrugged.
Jordan smiled. That was her mother always seeing the good in the bad. Her father smiled and shook his head. They kissed.
“I am going to my room,” Jordan said.
“That reminds me a package came for you early this morning,” her mother said. She followed her mother inside, where a brown box sat on the floor.
It was the package from New York. “Thanks. I have been waiting for this,” Jordan smiled.
She went up to her room. When she opened the box, she found some of her belongings; there was also a confirmation number for the local storage place where the more prominent things were sent. Also, she found a letter from Andrew.
Hey Jordie:
Nymphet moved out. So, I am staying here for the rest of the month. There were checks from your old job, so I sent them. Hope all is well.
Andrew.
P.S. I think Jamie is over her head. Can you call her?
Jordan crumpled up the paper in a tight ball and threw it into the small waste bin by her bed. Jamie was always getting herself into trouble. She was always running off with any guy that gave her any attention.
“I have to do a few things. Can I borrow the truck?” Jordie asked. Her mother nodded. Jordan waved bye to her father as she climbed into the truck.
She drove a few miles out of town and into the next town. There was a more extensive hub of stores here. She was amazed at how she had remembered everything. There were a few differences, but for the most part, everything had stayed the same.
“Hello,” the storage clerk said as Jordan entered.
Jordan took the sunglasses off her eyes. She told him the confirmation number, and he gave her the keys. She paid no attention to him staring at her chest. She was used to it. She walked outside and made her way to her storage unit number.
She opened it and saw her bed, a computer table, with no computer and a chair. There were a few other boxes, but other than that, everything was there.
“Hello, stranger!” Jamie said as Jordan took out her cell phone and called her.
“What you doing tramp?” Jordan said, smiling.
“I am in Nevada!” Jamie screamed happily. “That guy. Told me I could live with him!”
“Your brother is worried about you,” Jordan said, not one for taking the long way round.
“Whatever. He needs to get laid. Then maybe he will stop worrying about me,” Jamie said. Jordan sighed.
“He has good reason to. When was the last time you made a right decision?” Jordan asked. There was silence.
“Bye Jordan. Don’t call me again.” the phone went silent. Jordan shook her head. She sent a text to Andrew.
‘Hi. Just talked to Nymphet, lost cause. Sorry.’ she slipped the phone into her pocket, then closed and locked up the unit. She was hungry, so she went over to one of the many small restaurants. As she began to eat, her phone buzzed.
‘Thank you for trying. I have a feeling. I will not see my sister again. Alive,’ Andrew sent a text back. Jordan read it over and over. Deep down, she felt the same.
‘She was a smart and beautiful person once. Just remember her that way. If you ever need anything. You have a new sister now,’ she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
‘Thank you,’ Andrew replied.
Jordan looked at her phone. She wanted to call Jamie again. Maybe say anything to get her to go back home. But she knew Jamie; once she was hooked, there was nothing anyone could do. She shook her head.
“Bye Jamie,” she said as she deleted the contact. She took a deep breath and looked out the window. She was home to stay now. There was nothing back in New York for her now.
“Is that Jordan, Jordan Matthews?” a voice screamed. Jordan turned back around and saw a lady looking at her.
“Leanne!” Jordan said. The brunette woman standing in front of her used to be one of her good friends. “Who is this?” Jordan said to the small girl next to her.
“Jamie, say hello to mom’s friend,” Leanne said as she sat down opposite Jordan. Jordan looked at the girl with shock.
“Jamie?” she asked.
“Yeah, she is four. And another one on the way,” Leanne said, tapping her stomach.
“Wow go you,” Jordan said, looking at the small girl.
“Any for you?” Leanne said.
“Nope. The babymaker is broken for good.” Jordan said.
“Damn. Sorry forgot,” Leanne said. A childhood accident while riding a horse. Took the possibility of Jordan having any children away.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” Jordan shrugged.
“Well, Rick will be happy,” Leanne said. That statement brought Jordan back from kid world. “After all most men would love a woman with a broken baby maker.” she laughed.
Jordan smiled. “How did you hear about Rick and me?” she asked. But she knew a small town held no secrets. She was surprised that it wasn’t on a billboard already. Before Leanne could answer, her phone began to ring.
“Okay, I will be right there,” Leanne said. “Sorry have to go left a new girl behind the counter,” Leanne said as she began to walk away.
Jordan got back in her truck. She made a beeline back to town. When she got back, she parked then walked to the bakery.
“Hey Jordie.” the lady behind the counter said.
“Talk now,” Jordie said. Motioning for the back room. The woman looked worried and walked to the back.
“What is it Jordie?” the lady asked.
“No more,” Jordan demanded.
“Huh?” the lady said, lost.
“Cindy. Do not tell anyone else. Please.” Jordan pleaded as she tried to be nice. Cindy’s family had always run the local bakery, so it was easy to find the loudmouth that had been telling her secret all around town.
“About you and Rick?” Cindy said. Her bright blue eyes were finally figuring it out. “But it’s such a good thing. You should have seen him last night. He was happy. He looked like a little puppy.” Cindy said with a huge smile.
“Any woman should be proud to have a man say her name like the way he did last night,” Cindy said. “He kept going on and on about how you too used to be. And how things around here were finally coming around for him.” Cindy blurted. “It was a sight to see.”
“Really?” Jordan asked.
“Yeah. Rick kept going on and on, about how long he had been waiting and how it was the best thing in the world,” Cindy said, holding Jordan’s hands.
“I don’t know what to say,” Jordan said. “I mean I knew but…” she said, not knowing he felt that much about her.
“If it were me, I would be telling everyone that I had a guy like that,” Cindy said, nodding her head. Jordan felt terrible, then she smiled.
“Thank you for telling me. But keep it between us. Until I get things sorted,” Jordan said.
Cindy nodded her head. Cindy smiled as Jordan left the bakery then Drove back into her part of town. Jordan half walked; half ran across the small square. She opened the door to the sheriff’s office.
“Where is Rick?” she asked. The two men sat there and shrugged. She shook her head. She grabbed the radio and hit the call button.
“Rick where are you?” she asked into it.
“Jordan?” Rick’s voice said.
“Yes. Where are you?” Jordan asked.
“Jordan you’re not supposed…” Rick began to say.
“Do not make me come find you Rick Hendricks!” she shouted.
“Out by the abandoned warehouses,” he answered. Jordan dropped the radio.
“Thanks, guys. Keep doing whatever you do,” she said as she walked out. She raced out to the abandoned warehouse. As she pulled in, she could see his work truck. She skidded the truck to a stop and looked around for him.
“Jordan?” he asked as she raced over to him. She leapt into the air. He caught her as her legs wrapped around him. “Okay I like this so far,” he said as she kissed him deeply. “What did I do to deserve this?” he asked as she jumped down.
“Nothing,” she said as she unbuckled his belt.
“Jordan! Someone might see us,” he said as she reached her hand inside his boxers. She pulled out his dick.
“No one is around for miles,” she said as she began to suck him.
“Goddamn girl,” Rick said as he began to stumble. All the blood rushed to his dick. She took his cock in her hand and walked him over to his truck.
“You might want to lean against it,” she said as she knelt to the floor.
Jamie took Rick’s engorged dick into her mouth then began to take it down to the base. Rick leaned back against the front of his truck. She looked up at him as she bobbed her head back and forth on his dick faster and faster.
She loved the feeling of a cock in her mouth, the way it throbbed and pulsed. But the best thing was the look on a man’s face, while she had him, right where she wanted him.
“Damn it Jordie,” he said as he leaned his head back.
“Not yet,” Jordan said as she let his dick go. She took off her shirt. Exposing her dark blue bra, she took his cock and pushed it under the band of the bra that touched her chest. It made its way between her massive tits. “Bet you never been tit fucked like this,” she said with a huge smile on her face.
He looked down at her. She knew he was looking for the top of his dick to pierce the top of her boobs. But it wouldn’t happen. Her boobs were too big. The bra held Rick’s cock in place. She only had to move her body up and down. She smiled as she saw Rick’s eyes roll to the back of his head.
“Fuck it Jordie,” he said, ruining her fun.
He stood her up by grabbing her by the hand, then he reached for her shorts and pulled them down to her boots. Jordan stood there in her thong. Rick grabbed her waist, turned her around then pushed her against his truck. He slowly grabbed her waist and slid his dick inside her.
Jordan loved when he did this. She liked how he took charge and put her the way he wanted. He started fucking her hard. He grabbed her waist hard between his big hands, pulling her back and forth on his dick.
“That’s it, Rick. Fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me hard. Use me,” she said as she bucked backwards onto his dick.
Jordan was entirely bent over with one hand on the truck’s grill and the other massaging one of her tits through the bra. Rick was going as fast as he could. Jordan was getting into it. Her body was starting to build to a climax. Rick pulled out of her, then shot his cum over her back.
“I wish more workdays were like this,” he said, leaning against his truck. His pants and boxers still at his ankles.
Jordan pulled her thong back in place and pulled up her shorts. She was mad again. She had barely gotten started. She looked over at him. He looked like he was on top of the world.
“Let’s go back to your place,” she said. The sun was just setting. He couldn’t nod his head fast enough.
She went back to her truck. She followed Rick to his house. Rick had moved out of the town and into the backwoods that surrounded most of the town. He had always said he would buy land out here and put a house on it.
When they finally reached it, she saw a ranch-style house at the end of a dirt road. She could not help but laugh as she thought about her friends back in New York and if they could see her now. He opened the door for her, but as soon as she got in, he lifted her and carried her in his arms.
They made their way into the bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed. It was a mess; truck magazines were all over the bed. It smelt like dirty socks.
“If I knew you were coming…” he began to say. Jordan did not care. She just wanted to be fucked and hard.
She was not going to suck him or anything. She pulled her shorts down and her blue thong. He stripped off his clothes and climbed on top of her. She shook her head and rolled him over. She climbed on top. This time, she was going to be in control. She took off her shirt and bra. He stared up at her huge tits.
“They are so fucking big!” he said as he began to maul at them again. Jordan felt his dick grow harder.
Jordan positioned it at the entrance of her pussy and then slid down onto it. Damn did it feel good, she thought. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she began to rock back and forth on his dick.
Rick began to suck and nibble on Jordan’s nipples. She moaned as she began to ride him faster, back and forth. She loved the feel of his dick, the slight curve to it. She put her hands on his chest and pushed upwards, now on the very tips of her toes. She began to bounce up and down.
“Fuck Jordie,” he said, lying back. Taking his hands off her chest.
“No. Play with them,” she said, grabbing his hands and putting them on her chest. She began to bounce harder.
“Fuck. I’m cumming,” Rick said.
Her eyes shot open as she looked down at him. She could feel his body tensing, his dick pulsing. She quickly got off as he came again, shooting his cum up onto his stomach. She looked at the time. They had barely been in the room for four minutes. She remembered seeing the time when she landed on the bed. He was laid out, looking up at the ceiling.
“You’re the best Jordie,” he said before he closed his eyes. She looked down at him from her sitting position. She was infuriated. He had cum twice now. She poked him. Then pushed him, but he did not stir. “Give me a few minutes he smiled. We got all night,”. Then his eyes closed again.
Jordan gathered up her things and walked to the front door. She slammed it shut as she walked out. She didn’t care that she was naked. There was no one around to see her. She threw her clothes into her truck and sped off. On the way here, she didn’t think of trying to remember the way back, but now it was dark, and she found herself being lost. She kept looking for familiar signs to guide her back.
Then she saw someone walking along the side of the road while holding onto a bike coming down the road. She quickly put her clothes back on, throwing her bra behind the seat. She waited until the man with the bicycle got closer before she flashed her lights at him.
“Jordan. What are you doing out here?” Cole said.
“I am lost. I followed Rick out here. But he fell asleep, and I forgot that I had promised Dad I would help him in the morning,” she said. Cole nodded, but she knew he could tell what had happened. She had no bra on, and she smelled like sex.
“Tell you what. Let me ride with you and I will show you the way back,” Cole said. Jordan was in no position to argue. She nodded and watched him throw his bike in the back of the truck.
Jordan rolled down the windows to air out the smell. Her back still felt sticky from all of Rick’s cum. She began to regret not showering before storming out. Cole climbed into the front. He smiled as he pointed in a direction.
“Thank you. I usually bike this every other night. But I got a flat,” he said.
“No problem. I should be thankful that you came along when you did, or I would have been circling here for hours,” Jordan said smiling as Cole pointed onto another road.
“About time you and Rick got hitched,” he said.
“No! It’s not like that. We are just dating nothing more,” she said. And after tonight, she did not see it going anywhere.
“Ah. I see,” Cole said, looking out the window.
“Same look my father gave me,” Jordan said, shaking her head.
“Your father is a good judge of character. Hell, I used to have him come in and look at lineups. Seven for Seven, he nailed each person dead on,” Cole said, slapping the dashboard. “Like a human lie detector,” Cole said smiling. “That man should have been a judge,” he said, waving his finger at her.
“He does not like Rick,” Jordan said.
“Well, that’s understandable seeing as Rick is dating and sleeping with his daughter,” Cole said with a devious smile.
“Not because of that, because of what he did to you.” She replied.
“Ah,” Cole said, scratching his chin. “Water under the bridge.”
“So, it’s true?” she asked.
“That he screwed me?” Cole said with a slight hint of anger. “Absolutely.”
Jordan looked over at him as he said that. He wasn’t smiling, and he looked highly annoyed. His eyes look out at the road ahead.
“Rick wanted my job from the moment he got back from New York. All he could talk about was making you proud of him. And there was no better way to do that than to become sheriff,” Cole said, shaking his head.
“But he came to New York two years ago. I thought he was already the sheriff?” she asked. As she made another turn, now she knew where she was and how to get home.
“Ha!” Cole laughed. “How many times you think he came to New York?”
She looked at him and shrugged. “Twice?”
“Try eight. Eight times,” Cole said. “He used up all the money he got from the will and the property his parent’s left him when they passed.”
“And those boys that killed the people at the hardware store. They were Hispanic, not Black. But colored is colored out here. No one questioned it. And the one’s I let go. Your father did not know this, but they were minors, one of them stole their parent’s car.”
Jordan looked at him again. Cole was never a person to get upset. She remembered when she and Leanne took his cop car for a ride and crashed it into a tree. He did not get angry. But now he was angry. No, he was furious.
“Did you tell the county?” she asked.
“Ha! They wanted someone to blame for the murders. So, they put the blame on me,” Cole said as he pointed to a road. “I can walk from here. Isabelle is home, and I don’t want to go inside mad. She will call the doc for sure,” he smiled.
Jordan parked the truck on the side of the road. He climbed out and got his bike out the back. He came back to the window.
“Don’t you dare, take my word over what you have. You find out the truth yourself. You’re like your father. A good judge of character. Use it,” he said as he walked away.
Jordan was madder now than when she had left Rick’s house. She drove home and walked inside. Everyone was fast asleep. She wanted the truth now more than ever. Not because he was lousy in bed. But if he had come up to New York more than he had told her, that made him a liar and a creep. She lay in bed thinking about what she should do.
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