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CHAPTER 12

Jourdan

I t was two o’clock AM, and I was just now making it home. After one final walkthrough of Burks’ townhome, I returned Stephan’s SUV to his fleet parking lot, where I’d ambushed Mike. Then, I walked the three blocks away from Rockwell Security to where I’d parked my car in one of the downtown parking decks. When I finally pulled my car into my garage, saying I was tired would have been an understatement. I have never been happier that I didn’t have to fumble inside a purse to fish out my key.

I tapped in my code and barged in, throwing my stuff on the foyer table. In addition to my exhaustion, I needed to shower and decompress, but first, I needed a drink. I walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of wine. It was the bottle I was chugging on the other day, so I disregarded the need for a glass again, turning it up. I also grabbed a water bottle because I would probably finish the wine. As soon as I reached the couch, I sat down and fell back, closing my eyes .

“Today drained me,” I said dramatically out into the room.

“Did it now?” I heard, and then I quickly reached under the cushion and drew my gun in that direction. The goosebumps had appeared on my skin at his voice and presence. My eyes were still adjusting, but I didn’t have to see or hear his voice. Once I focused, I could feel him.

“You think your trigger finger is faster than mine, Stephon?” I questioned with all the gall I could muster. I didn’t know if it was, but I guess we could find out.

“What makes you think it isn’t?” He said. My eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and I found him sitting in my love seat facing the door. The faint moonlight from the window gave him a glow. He was relaxed. His arms were sprawled along the back of the chair, and his chest was open. The only thing between us was the coffee table. Close, but yet so far. He’d made himself an easy target. As I continued traveling his length, I saw his legs spread wide. I’m sure to make room for the thickness I’d felt earlier. I sucked in a breath.

Damnit, why are you thinking about that man’s dick at a time like this?

“Why do you have shoes on in my house, Stephon?” I asked. He stood and took off his wheat Timberland boots, carrying them to sit by the door. He wore a pair of relaxed grey Fear of God Essentials sweats, a plain white t-shirt, and a black bomber jacket. On his way across the room, he took off the coat and tossed it to the back of the couch. He finally sat beside me and pulled me over to straddle his lap .

“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you,” he said. I could hear the seriousness in his voice. However, I couldn’t focus on his question because I was too focused on the soft bulge between my legs and the corded muscles of his arms covered in deep black tattoos that ran up his neck. Stephon’s body was built like a god, and I wanted to explore it. I reached behind to set the wine bottle on the table to free up my hands. I started at his abs and guided my hands up his neck to finally reach his head, where I ran my fingers through his curls. I’d wanted to do it since the first time I saw him. As I did, his eyes closed as if he was relishing the feeling. I felt his dick jump beneath me.

When his eyes returned to mine, he sat back for a better look. Then he stood with my legs wrapped around his waist, carrying me upstairs toward my primary bedroom.

“You gave yourself a tour?” I asked.

“Something like that,” he said while laughing.

“I need to redo your security, by the way. The shit is trash. It only took me two minutes to get in and disarm it.”

“Well, you’re not a regular guy. Therefore, that’s not a fair assessment.”

“I’m glad you know, Baby.” Instead of placing me on the bed as I wanted after he entered, he bypassed it, going straight to my bathroom. Still holding me like I weighed nothing, he leaned into my shower, turning the water almost to its highest setting.

“Water temperature on hell. Right?” He said, and I giggled. I couldn’t believe I was once again giggling. He placed me on the counter, washed his hands, and began rummaging through my drawers. He was reading each label until he found what he was looking for.

“Stephon, what are you doing?”

“I can’t keep my fucking hands off you. I can’t control the shit, and I don’t want to. Right now, I want to be all over you. I want to kiss, hold, touch, and hug every inch of your body, Jourdan. I can’t do that when you smell like that nigga,” he said as if pained that he couldn’t act out his desire. Then he took a makeup wipe and gently cleaned my face to clear everything I wore, including the resolve I’d created to keep men like him away. I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding as his touch poured promise into me. I couldn’t help the feelings that consumed me as I looked at him.

“Stephon, I can get used to this,” I whispered.

“That’s the plan.”

Is this man even real?

Then I wanted to kill the woman who was before me, who got the tender love and care he was showing me. Once he was done, he took my neck and pulled my face to his, kissing me deeply.

“Mmm,” I moaned as his tongue swirled around mine. Everything he was doing was turning me on. It was the way he was caring for me that was slowly breaking down my walls.

“What’s her name?” I asked because I was contemplating another mission after that kiss.

“Whose name, Baby?” He said, leaning back to capture my eyes fully .

“The woman who taught you all this.” Amusement flashed over his.

“Are you jealous, Jourdan?” I squinted my eyes and shook my head.

“My mother. After my father died, it was just me and her. We spent a lot of time together. Every night, when she got home from work, I would sit with her while she took off all her makeup. It was the only time we could catch up because I spent my afternoons playing high school football,” he said. I’m sure he watched the relief wash over my eyes.

I didn’t share men and wasn’t about to start now. I also had no problem dealing with a woman who thought she could come close to my man. His mother, though…I took a breath and sucked my jealousy right back in. That woman was damn near Clair Huxtable, at least from what I found and could see as she bounced around the Ball. I was surprised that Mrs. Haven and Mrs. Cain hadn’t brought her over to the dark side because those two didn’t take any shit. I’d seen Mrs. Haven chop Demi in the throat tonight. Shit maybe they had. Clair did have that sharp tongue. She had them damn kids in line.

Hell naw, let me shut my ass up and change the subject.

“I knew you played football; you have a football player’s ass,” I said as I reached around to squeeze it.

“Jourdan,” he said in warning as he laughed and hastily removed my hand .

“I’m sure your research to discover everything that is Stephon Rockwell got you that information. What I heard is that you’re scared of my mama,” he said, chuckling. I sucked my teeth at him.

“Now that you’ve successfully steered the conversation away from your envy, are you ready to tell me where you were?” he asked as he removed my wig, switching back to his serious demeanor.

“You already know where I was because Demi called you, didn’t he?” I said with a slight attitude because Demi had snitched. He nodded.

“I asked you, though, not Demi,” he said and sighed, his arms flexing to hold his weight as he placed them on the counter, caging me in.

“Let me help you, Jourdan. That’s what I’m here for. It’s literally my job, Baby,” he said with pleading eyes. He was frustrated. I honestly didn’t like that I brought on this disposition.

“You keep calling me Baby. What does it mean?” I asked

“Would you like me to stop?” he returned, and I shook my head no.

“Shower so we can talk,” he said before exiting and closing the bathroom door.

Stephon

I sat on the edge of Jourdan’s bed. I finally took a better look around the room I’d only seen in the dark. The king bed I was on sat in the center of the room and was made in a brandy-colored bedding set with black accents. That theme carried throughout the room and furniture down to the black chaise lounge by the window. To my right was her closet. For someone I’d thought wouldn’t be here long, she’d made this place feel homey, for lack of a better word.

I glanced at my watch to check the time. It was nearing three o’clock AM. I’d left the mayor’s ball for the second time at eleven to take my mother home. I returned to ensure my team had adequately secured the night’s end. Things tended to get dicey when people had alcohol running through their system. Once I returned home, I showered and sat on the edge of the bed to decompress. Before I could lie down, I received a call from Demi. Telling me that my woman needed his help tonight, and she didn’t want me to know about it. He also told me to keep it from D. I didn’t need him to tell me that. From what I saw tonight, he was eager to jump back in. None of us wanted that.

My woman, though ?

I let that title bounce around in my head before lying back and closing my eyes. I didn’t know how long I’d lain there before I heard the bathroom door open. I sat up, looking across the room to find Jourdan leaning against the frame, wearing a black silk robe with her hair cascading down her back.

“Stephon, I don’t want to talk,” she said.

“Come here,” I instructed. She wasted no time walking over to me. I focused on the sexy sway of her hips as she did. I widened my legs so she could stand in between them. Once she reached me, I took my hands and trailed them up her thighs until I reached her ass, where I rested my hands. I gently massaged and gripped her plumpness into my palms, eliciting a sweet moan from her parted mouth. Even though she had goosebumps from my touch, her soft skin was warm.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Jourdan. Please tell me what you want. I need to hear it, Baby,” I said, my voice cracking from my desire. I removed my hands until she permitted me to ravage her body. I pressed my face into the silk fabric of the robe, feeling her warmth underneath and inhaling her sweet scent and arousal. My mouth parted as I skimmed the fabric, and my lips placed soft kisses through it.

“You said you wanted to be all over me. I want that, too. I also want you in me, Stephon,” she said as fire lit in her eyes. I groaned because she didn’t understand what she was asking me for. I planned to ruin her. I traced my finger from her neck down the edge of her robe, slowly pushing it open and over her breasts, letting the fabric trail over her nipples. They hardened for me instantly. I heard her hiss under my touch. I flattened my tongue and licked the underside, traveling up until I reached her nipple, trailing circles around it, being sure to keep my eyes on her. I wanted to know how every touch made her feel, how wet it made her pussy, and everything it took to keep it that way. She was so responsive, and I was just getting started.

Her nipples were growing harder with each pass of my tongue, perfect for me to suck when my mouth wrapped around it. I gently skimmed it with my teeth on my release, then blew. Taking her breast back into my hand, I caressed it while I moved on to show the other the same attention. Her head fell back, and her fingers dug through my hair, tugging and pulling at my curls. I closed my eyes, and a groan of my own escaped. The feeling of her fingers raking my scalp heated my entire body. I’d never been more aroused, and the blood rushing through my body quickly hardened my dick. It was evidence of the way she had me open.

“Mmmh, Steph,” she moaned as I let my tongue explore her further as I traveled down, tasting and sucking every part of her skin that was exposed. I wanted to taste every inch of her body.

“Untie that shit and take it off for me.” She did, letting the robe fall from her shoulders and drop to the floor without hesitation.

“Good girl,” I said as I scanned her body from head to toe trailing back up her thick thighs until I arrived at her plump, smooth pussy. My hands were once again moving on their own accord, sweeping over her, before I took two fingers and parted her lips. I circled her bud several times before dipping my fingers inside her tunnel. Her face relaxed in pleasure as I pulled my fingers in and out. My mouth watered at the sight of the slickness that coated them. I removed my fingers, sucking her essence off until nothing was left.

“Mmmmh, I knew your pussy would taste this fucking good. Put your foot on the bed for me,” I said, pulling my t-shirt over my head and throwing it to the floor. She followed my instructions, and I pulled her forward, spreading her wide.

“Can I taste you, Baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered in anticipation. I leaned down, placing teasing kisses down her open thigh until I reached her lower lips. I put more kisses around them before sucking one into my mouth and then the other, dipping my tongue to spread her open. I flattened it, running it from her entrance, gathering her wetness, and carrying it up to slowly flick across her clit.

“Steph,” she moaned out. Then I felt her hand land on my shoulder while the other gripped my hair. That combination spurred my urgency to make her cum and instantly made my dick harder than it already was. I needed to hear it again. I needed to feel her fingers clawing at my skin and trying to pull my hair out. So, I repeated the motion, lapping at her honey goodness until I heard her cry out my name.

“Steeeeepppphh.”

“Mmmm, so fucking good. I growled between the laps of my flattened tongue. I could feel my dick throbbing in my sweats and briefs. The sounds alone were enough to make me feel the need to release.

“Stephon, don’t stop,” she moaned. I didn’t. I went harder, flicking my tongue rapidly on her clit until I felt her legs buckle. I steadied her in my grasp, pulling her closer.

“Steph, I’m gonna cum,” she said as I felt the mess I was making run down my beard. She tried to pull her leg down, but I fell backward, making her straddle my face, locking her in place by her thighs to cum on my tongue.

“Steph, mmmmhhh, you eat my pussy so good.” That statement turned me into a savage as I tightened my grip to continue my assault. Her screams and moans made my dick so hard I couldn’t take it. I released one of her legs to quickly wedge my sweats and briefs down just enough for my dick to get free. Then, I stroked it to the rhythm she was using to rotate her hips around my face. As her pace increased, so did my hand until she came again, drowning me in her essence.

Jourdan’s breathing matched mine as she shifted to straddle me. She leaned down and took my mouth, sucking every bit of her essence from my tongue and lips into hers as she hurriedly kissed me. After she’d had her fill, she sat up. My eyes were transfixed on her as she traced her hands down my chest, chilling my spine. Then her heavy-lidded eyes scanned down my body until they landed on my hand, still wrapped around my dick. The tip was filled with pre-cum, and I used my thumb to spread it over my head before coating my hand with it to glide it down my shaft. I continued to stroke as she watched until she smacked my hand away and maneuvered backward until she hovered over my length.

“Shit, wait, my condoms are in the car,” I breathed out as she began to slide back and forth, mixing our arousal and using my head to stimulate her clit. She felt good, and I hadn’t even entered her yet.

“Fuck, Jourdan!”

“I said I wanted you inside; I never said I wanted anything between us.”

“You trying to trap me, Jourdan?” I said with amusement. She could have straight up told me yes, and I wouldn’t have objected. I wasn’t objecting now. She could have anything she wanted from me, including this dick and everything that came with it, because it was already hers .

“We both did a deep dive. I’ve seen your medical records and know you’ve seen mine. I want to feel every bit of you in me: everything, the thickness, every ridge, vein, and tip when it touches my cervix. You can pull out,” she said with conviction before she wrapped her hands around me and lined me up to her entrance. I swiftly flipped our position, standing back out of her reach. I needed to shed the rest of my clothes, so I quickly slid them to the floor and stepped out. As I did, her eyes scanned my body in appreciation.

“You like what you see? You think you’re ready for me?”

“Yes, now put it in.”

“I guess that means you made your decision,” I said as I moved the head of my dick over her clit, eliciting a deep moan.

“What decision?” She asked, sounding breathless as I worked to coax out her third orgasm.

“That you’re mine. Because if I give you this raw dick, it must mean you’re ready to marry a nigga. My condomless dick is only going to my wife, Baby. Is that what you want?” I asked, alternating between smacking her clit and rubbing it with my head.

“Yeah, that’s what you want... to be mine. Until death do us part,” I used the tip to tease her entrance, coating myself in her slickness before sliding it back up to trace over her sensitive clit.

“No objection?” I asked as her legs tried to close, and her fingers gripped the sheets. She was cumming again. I pinned her legs open, lined up to her entrance, and sank in. Her hand immediately went to push me away as her cum gushed out around me.

“Mmmh. Yeah, it’s mine. Tell me it’s mine, Baby. ”

“Stephon,” she panted.

“Tell me!” I growled.

“What? So, now you don’t want this dick that you just tried to take.” I was unmoving and filling her to the hilt.

“Mmmhmm. Look at this shit so fucking wet.” I moaned. She was tight and hot; I could feel her pulsing around me. I held my position, watching her sexy body writhe beneath me.

“It’s yours, Stephon. Yes, I want it and everything that comes with it. Oh my...,” she said, but didn’t move her hand.

“So, move your hand then, Baby. I’m not moving until you do.” Her mouth hung open in pleasure because I was also strumming her clit with my thumb while I sat deep in her pussy. She didn’t move it. I already knew it was mine by the way she was squeezing my shaft and gently rocking into me. She wanted control, but I wouldn’t give it to her.

“Have it my way then,” I said, pinning her hands above her head. Then, I began to stroke slowly deep into her, rolling my hips. Her breathing was labored, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Eyes on me, Jourdan. I want you to watch what I’m doing to my pussy.” To help her focus, I grabbed her neck, bringing her eyes to me while I applied light pressure. I increased my pace. I was now stroking deep and quick, her breast bouncing with each connection.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I said, leaning forward to take her mouth and then, trailing my tongue down her body and back up, tasting, to make good on my promise to be all over her .

“Look at you, fucking beautiful,” I said, burying my head into her neck and sucking.

“You gonna cum for me? Please give me one more. Can you do that for me, Baby?” I couldn’t last much longer. The pleasure was intense. It increased when she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Ahhhhh, Stephon,” she screamed as she came. Her legs were still around me while I continued to stroke her through her orgasm until my impending one started to consume me.

“Let me out, Jourdan, mmmm.” I said through a moan and tried to pull out.

“I changed my mind; give it to me,” she deviously moaned as her grip tightened, holding me while she rocked out her orgasm. She took my mouth and kissed me. Her tongue tugging and pulling mine threw my body into an ascent. She ran her tongue down my chin to my neck, where she began to suck. Once she started fucking me from underneath, I exploded inside her.

“Mmmm, Shit! I said as I stroked out the last of my cum.

“You’re fucking trouble,” I said after I’d caught my breath. She smirked like the menace she was. I stood to get warm towels to clean us off, gently wiping her clean before returning them to the bathroom. Once inside, I went back through her drawers until I found her bonnet. She was spent, and so was I, so I secured it as best I could, then lifted her limp body to peel back the bedding. Her head fell to my shoulders while she cradled my body. I climbed inside with her still attached to my chest. I attempted to lay her on her side of the bed, but failed because even in her tired state, she clung to me. I left her on my chest, content because she fit me like a glove. She belonged with me.

“We still need to talk, Jourdan,” I said. She was already asleep.

Damn.