Chapter 479 | I’m a Mermaid Now

She was right. His hips had been thinking about it for three straight minutes, and his willpower was running on fumes and spite.

Kumiko pulled back from his mouth, her lips swollen and pink, and looked down at where Chloe was riding him with her eyes huge. Then she did something that made Jordan’s brain blue-screen completely. She reached out with her free hand and pressed her palm flat against Chloe’s lower stomach, right over the curve.

Chloe froze mid-bounce. Her mouth opened, and the noise that came out of her was raw and long, a moan that shook at the edges.

“Kumi,” she whimpered. “Oh my god, Kumi, I can feel him moving under your hand.”

“I can feel him too,” Kumiko whispered. Her eyes filled up. “He’s right there, and the baby’s right there, and you’re right there, and I’m touching all three of you, and I think I’m going to pass out.”

“You’re not passing out.”

“I’m going to pass out a little.”

Chloe started moving again, slower now, grinding up into Kumiko’s palm and down onto Jordan in long rolling strokes. Every roll dragged a high “nnnh, nnnh” out of her. Jordan could feel Kumiko’s hand through Chloe’s body, a tiny warm pressure that made his own stomach clench.

He cracked. His hips came off the mattress on Chloe’s next drop, and he drove up into her hard.

“Hyaaah!” Chloe screamed, the sound bouncing off the factory windows. “You moved! I told you not to move!”

“I don’t think you meant it.”

“I absolutely meant it! Do it again!”

He did it again, and again, his hands hauling her down onto him while he drove up to meet her. The slap of skin turned obscene and fast. Chloe lost all her words and started babbling in a mix of English and Korean, her glasses knocked crooked, her blue streak plastered across her sweaty cheek.

“Jordan, Jordan, I’m so close, I’m so close, please don’t stop, ahhn, ahh…”

Jordan wanted the voice so badly his throat ached. He kept it locked down because she’d asked, and he figured a guy who could resist that kind of temptation deserved a medal or at least a sandwich.

Instead, he slid one palm up her spine and let the heat go.

The Master Massage skill flooded out of his hand and straight into the small of her back, and Chloe’s whole body went rigid. Her back arched so hard her head tipped back. Her walls clamped down on him in tight hot pulses, and a scream ripped out of her that Miss Valentine definitely heard two floors down.

“AHHHHN! Jordan! Jordan, ahh, ahh, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh god…”

She shook through it for a long time. Her thighs trembled against his sides, and her nails left fresh crescents on his chest beside the old ones. Kumiko held on to her through the whole thing, one hand still pressed to Chloe’s stomach and the other gripping Chloe’s fingers, and Kumiko’s face was wet and wrecked and shining.

That finished Jordan. He groaned through his teeth and buried himself deep, and Ceaseless Discharge kicked in with all the subtlety of a broken fire hydrant. Pulse after pulse spilled into her, and every one dragged a fresh whimper out of Chloe until she slumped forward onto his chest, gasping into his neck.

“Too much,” she moaned. “It’s always too much. You need to get that looked at.”

“You asked for it.”

“I asked for a reasonable amount.”

“There’s no reasonable setting. The golden app only has one option on that trait, and it’s labeled biohazard.”

Chloe laughed weakly against his throat, and her laugh shook through both of them, and when she finally lifted off him, the mess that followed made Kumiko gasp out loud.

“That’s so much,” Kumiko said, staring. “Chloe-chan, that’s a scientific amount.”

“Don’t look at it. Write it down later.”

“I’m writing it down now in my head.”

Chloe rolled onto her back beside Jordan with one arm flung over her eyes and her chest heaving. Her glasses had slid down to the tip of her nose. Her other hand drifted to her stomach and rested there, and Jordan watched her fingers spread over the curve, and he decided not to say a single word about it because he liked being alive.

Kumiko sat between them on her knees, still in his henley, still holding Chloe’s hand. Her eyes kept going from Chloe’s face to Jordan’s lap and back again, and her blush had spread all the way down her neck into the collar.

“Kumi,” Chloe said from under her arm. “You’re vibrating.”

“I’m not vibrating. I’m being very still in a loud way.”

“You’re vibrating so hard the mattress is shaking. Jordan.”

“Yeah?”

“Your turn to make her loud. I’ll watch this time.” Chloe pushed her glasses back up and turned her head on the pillow, and her smile was lazy and pleased and a little wicked. “I’ve got no feeling in my legs anyway. I’m a mermaid now.”

“That’s my line,” Kumiko protested. “That’s literally my line from Tuesday.”

“I’m borrowing it. You borrowed my rubber duck.”

“Gerald was lonely!”

Jordan reached over and put his hand on top of Kumiko’s head, right on the part between where the ribbons used to be, and the Headpat engaged on contact. Kumiko’s argument died in her throat. Her shoulders dropped, and her eyes went heavy and soft, and a little “mmmnn” leaked out of her as she leaned into his palm.

“No fair,” she whispered. “I had a whole point about Gerald.”

“You can make it after.”

“After what,” she said, and then she realized, and her eyes popped open again, and her face went from pink to scarlet in under a second.

Jordan sat up, slid his hand from her head down to the back of her neck, and pulled her into his lap. She landed in a soft heap of henley and bare legs, and her hands flew to his shoulders for balance, and her mouth was already open when he kissed her. She tasted like syrup from the pancakes. She kissed him back like she’d been waiting all morning, which he figured she probably had, judging by the forty texts.

He tugged the henley up and off her, and Kumiko didn’t try to cover herself this time. She sat in his lap in nothing but her pink shorts, her small chest heaving, and she looked at him straight on even though her lower lip shook.

“You’re not hiding,” he said.

“Chloe told me not to. On Sunday. I wrote it down.” Her voice went tiny. “I’m trying really hard to be good at this.”

“You’re already good at this.”

“I’m good at sewing. This is different. This has more variables.”

Downstairs, the door buzzer went off with a long electronic whine that made all three of them jump. Kumiko yelped and clutched Jordan’s neck. Chloe lifted her arm off her face and glared at the stairs.

“That’s the Thai food,” Chloe said flatly. “It’s two-fifteen. I ordered it for one.”

“You ordered it for one o’clock, and it showed up at two-fifteen,” Jordan said. “That’s a strongly worded review.”

“That’s a strongly worded spreadsheet.” Chloe pointed at him without sitting up. “Go get it. Put on boxers first, because Miss Valentine bakes for us, and I want the snickerdoodles to keep coming.”

Jordan looked down at Kumiko, who was sitting topless in his lap with her hair a mess and her eyes huge, and then he looked at Chloe, who was lying naked and smug on his sheets with her hand on her stomach, and then he looked at the stairs.

The buzzer went off again.

“It’s going to get cold,” Kumiko said, her voice wobbling. “The pad see ew. It gets sad when it’s cold.”

“You’re both going to stay right here,” Jordan said. He lifted Kumiko off his lap and set her down on the duvet beside Chloe, who immediately pulled her close and tucked Kumiko’s head under her chin. “Don’t move. I mean it.”

“Now you sound like me,” Chloe said.

“I learned from the best.”