Roya is fucking adorable when she's furious but can't do anything about it.

When we reach the closest Walmart, we all get out of the car and head inside. Roya is walking in front of us and I take this moment to take her in.

She's wearing dark grey sweatpants and a loose Beatles t-shirt tied in a knot on her waist. Her long hair are in a bun and she's not even trying but still looks fucking gorgeous.

This morning when I woke up to her touch, all I could think about was what did I do to deserve this fucking angel? What did we do to deserve her? But yesterday night was unexpectedly amazing and I know that there are going to be many more of them in the future.

Roya heads towards the carts section but Jordan takes over before she can even touch a cart. We walk in and Roya leads us towards the meat, she stands in front of the display and bites her lip in thought. I don't think she even realizes what she's doing.

Me and Jordan stand on either of her side and look at her and then at each other. Yeah, we're both stuck on that lip she's biting and she has no fucking clue.

"Name something you like to eat," she points at me.

"You," I answer honestly and she looks at me, her cheeks turning pink.

"Okay," she clears her throat, "I walked right into that one," she says trying to hide her smile, "Let's try again, name a dish that you like to eat?" she tilts her head to the side and I forget what she asked for a second there.

"Well, I like chicken but if we're talking about a dish then I'd say pasta," I give her the answer she was looking for.

"Hmm," she thinks, "white or red sauce?" she asks again.

"White," I reply.

"Okay, for today it's going to be white sauce pasta with chicken as main course," she picks up a packet of chicken breasts, "Fish and chips snack," she picks up a packet of Haddock, pointing it in Jordan's chest which I assume is because it's his favorite guessing from the grin he has on his face. "And what does Dave like?" she asks me again.

"Food," I shrug but her pointed look makes me think again, "he likes Indian," I add.

"Perfect, so I'll make Indian bread and cottage cheese too and then brownies for dessert," she smiles and my heart melts.

"It's your birthday Roya, you don't have to make things that others like," I say, sternly.

"But I like cooking," she pouts, goddamn, I can't win this so I look to Jordan for help.

"Roya, what's your favorite dish?" Jordan questions her.

"Brownies," she instantly answers.

"That's a dessert Roya and I know you like cookies more, stop lying and tell me what you like to eat," Jordan raises his brow, taking a step towards Roya who bites her lip again.

"Umm, pizza," she says looking down and rubbing her neck.

"Good," Jordan holds her chin up, "Denver and I will make the pizza," he declares.

"No, I can-"

"I said. Denver. And I. Will make. The pizza," Jordan cuts her off.

"Fine," she sighs, "it better be tasty," she says and turns to go into an aisle.

We get everything Roya asked for from purees to veggies, and popcorns to candies. She added a pizza kit too and convinced us that she'll do the dough while we do the sauce and toppings.

We're currently going to get the last item she needs which is cocoa. When we reach the section, Roya reaches her hand out to the top shelf but couldn't reach the box and turns to us with a hopeful look in her eyes.

This woman.

Before I could move, Jordan spoke up.

"Yes?" he says, innocently.

Roya squints her eyes but says nothing.

"Words Roya," Jordan says, smirking and I stop myself from laughing at the situation.

"Can any of you two help me get the box?" she asks, "pretty please?" and bats her eyelashes at us. I chuckle and move towards her, stopping right in front of her and stretching my hand out to get the box while holding her waist with the other.

We can feel each other's breath from our close proximity and in the next second, I step back, holding the box out to her with a winning smile.

Roya looks at me, her eyes darker, "tease," she scoffs and throws the box in the cart.

At the checkout, I pay for the stuff while Roya glares at me and we head towards Jordan's car. We load everything in the trunk and I see that we took an hour to shop.

Roya sits in the backseat as she promised and I look up at Jordan who smirks while taking the driver seat while I take the seat next to Roya on her right. She looks surprised at first which then turns to confusion.

"If he was sitting in the back then why can't I sit in the front?" she questions Jordan, looking at him from the rearview mirror.

"Because," I pick her right leg, lifting it over the seat to spread it, making her lean down on the door with her legs wide open in front of me and lean down right over her covered pussy, looking back into her eyes and finishing my sentence, "I'm hungry."

Jordan starts driving and I trace the band on Roya's sweatpants with my finger.

"Do you want me to stop Roya?" I ask her, sincerely. She can stop me whenever she wants and I will.

"No," she shakes her head with a small smile.

"Stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable, okay?" I ask.

"Okay," she nods.

I pull her sweats down a little, getting to see the grey lace panties underneath it making me groan.

"What color are they?" Jordan asks from the front.

"Fucking grey," I groan and pull them down too.

"What's wrong with grey?" Roya asks, confused.

"Nothing's wrong with grey Roya, they just look fucking amazing on you," I say and smell her pussy making her breath heavy.

I blow on her, making her shiver causing me to smirk.

"Tell me what's happening Roya," Jordan says.

Roya snaps her head towards the front and then back at me.

"Tell him Roya," I say.

"Umm, nothing he just blew o- fuck,"

Roya couldn't finish her as I licked her clit.

"What was that, I didn't understand Roya," Jordan says, although it's clear he's messing with her.

"He just lick- goddamn,"

She again couldn't speak again as I lick around her clit in a circular motion. She moans at the feeling and I keep going seeing she likes it.

"Still didn't understand Roya," Jordan says.

"He's licking- ahh,"

I enter one finger in her, still working on her clit and she arches her back.

Oh she loves it.

"Roya, finish your sentences," Jordan says, trying her best not to laugh.

Roya slightly gets up but I move the hand that was on her thigh to keep her down and out of sight even if the windows are tinted. I add another finger in her and curl them while sucking her clit.

"Den," she moans my name and fuck I want to hear more.

I keep my fingers moving but lift my face slightly, "She's so fucking wet Jordan," I tell him.

"Yeah Roya?," Jordan asks her in a low voice.

"Tell him Roya," I say, increasing my speed.

"Yeah, Jordan," her eyes roll back inside her head as she closes them, "I'm so wet," she whispers.

"Fuck," Jordan mutters under his breath.

"Moan his name Roya," I say looking at her, she still has her eyes closed.

When she doesn't reply, I move my hand inside her shirt and squeeze her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Her eyes snap open while a moan escapes her.

"Moan his name Roya," I repeat, before getting back to her clit and sucking it upwards.

"Jordan," she moans, breathily and I lose it.

I add another finger and suck on her clit harder, while squeezing her nipple slightly. This makes her lose her mind and she moans louder than ever.

"You gonna cum for us Roya?" Jordan asks.

"Yeah," she breathes, her one hand finds its way into my hair and she presses me harder into her.

"Go ahead Roya, cum," Jordan commands and Roya releases.

I let her ride her orgasm out longer while I move my fingers in her and then when she relaxes I lick her clean and slowly pull my fingers out, smacking her pussy, making her gasp and look at me with wide eyes.

I just raise my brow at her as I pull her panties back up and then her sweatpants. She's still leaning on the door so I take the hand that was in her towards her mouth, "You're gonna lick it for me?" I ask.

She nods and takes the three fingers in her mouth at once making my cock harder than it already was. As she's licking my fingers I pull her up by the jaw and once she's done, I peck her once.

Jordan enters the parking and we get out of the car. Roya being slower than necessary which makes me chuckle only to earn a glare from her.

Jordan comes up to her and holds her by her waist, "you okay?" he asks her.

"Yeah," she nods and kisses him lightly. Just as she was about to pull away, Jordan holds her face, kissing her harder. He shoves his tongue in her mouth and she moves her hands around his neck. They break apart after some time and Jordan speaks first.

"You do taste sweet," he says and moves towards the truck of the car to take out the groceries while a blushing Roya follows behind.

A/N :

Hey guys, I did not expect the tiktok to bring so many readers but damn. This makes me so happy. Thank you for 2k reads. Vote if you like a chapter and feel free to comment whatever you feel about the book. This will be my last update for today, leaving it on a little spice note for you all, hopefully I'll write more tomorrow.

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