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CHAPTER 13

Stephon

T he numbness in my arm was finally enough to wake me up. I looked down to find the cause still nestled nearly atop me. Jourdan had both her arm and leg wrapped around my body. I searched for the clock to see that it was nearing ten AM. I was an early riser, but after last night, I woke well past my usual time. I usually got up at eight, even on the weekends. I hadn’t planned to stay the night here, but I would make the most of our time since I did.

My mind immediately went back to the night I had. I groaned internally at the amount of shit I suddenly had to deal with. Burks was dead, which reminded me that I needed to hit P up and see if he’d heard anything about that meet-up with Miller. Burks was my angle, and Jourdan could have possibly fucked that up. Not to mention, she thought he had information about her father’s death, which was also a case I needed to hurry the hell up and solve. Jourdan’s recklessness was going to get her hurt or killed. I wasn’t going to allow either. Then there was Miller and my mother.

What in the fuck was up with that ?

I was definitely going to get to the bottom of that shit. I had a few more days to answer that question. I planned to give Miller’s man three days before I went to get the answers I knew he would easily offer after being in darkened solitude.

I slowly slid Jourdan to the middle of the bed, careful not to wake her. Then, I looked down at the beauty that came into my life and upended my world and perspective. I was allowing her my trust when I wasn’t one hundred percent sure of the outcome. I knew Jourdan had reservations about the relationship we were forming, but I, for whatever reason, was moving full steam ahead. I didn’t want to rush her into this proposed marriage. However, I’m not sure my mind reconciled that sentiment with my heart. I would marry Jourdan today if she said so, because I knew she was meant to be my wife.

When a nigga knows, he knows.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me all morning?” She asked in a sexy voice that was filled with sleep making my blood flow straight to my dick.

“Maybe. Spend the day with me, Jourdan,” I said, trying not to leave any room for her to say no.

“You say things as if you’re giving me an option, but lucky for you, I can’t seem to tell you no. The fact that your dick is winking at me isn’t making things any easier right now,” she rushed out with a look covering her face as if she hadn’t meant to let that information slip. I pulled on my sweats because I wanted her attention on my eyes and mouth when I said what I had to say.

“I always want the choice to be yours, Baby. Like I told you before, I’d never make you do anything you don’t want to do.” Her shoulders sagged as if she were processing whether what I told her was truthful.

“Tell me what it means.”

“What, what means?”

“Baby,” she said as she looked off, scared of my answer, before returning to meet my eyes. I picked up her robe and handed it to her. After she’d secured the tie, I took her hands and pulled her from the bed to stand with me.

“It means that I’m in this if you are. I’m willing to trust you if you allow your trust in me, Jourdan. I know this relationship was proposed, but it doesn’t have to feel like an arrangement.”

“Okay”

“Okay?” I asked, leaning down to search her eyes.

“Yes, that's okay. I’ll spend the day with you,” she said, deeply breathing.

“Also, to see where this goes.”

“Good.” I placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Go shower and get dressed. I have to get my things out of the truck. I’ll shower in the guest bath.”

“Not with me?” She asked. I took her by the chin and traced my thumb down her lip before wrapping my hand gently around her throat. I felt her pulse increase under my thumb and watched as her chest rose and fell. Then, I pulled her into my erection so that she could feel that she had the same effect on me. She moaned, and I almost lost control.

“No, because I want to get to know you, Jourdan. So, no more sex until I put a ring on your finger. Because if I get in that shower with you...” I leaned in, licking the seams of her lips, making them fall open.

“The only thing I’m going to want to know is if you’re ready to cum on this dick.” She took in a breath, and I stole what little was left by sliding my tongue against hers in a heady kiss until I abruptly pulled away. She was aroused, and I could tell that she wasn’t used to being told no because the look that she gave me next was challenging. Then she walked away, going into the bathroom and closing the door.

Fucking trouble!

I grabbed my shirt, threw it on, and headed to get my bag. I decided to use the garage door instead of the front door. I passed my coat on the couch, but left it since I wouldn’t be there long. I noticed that Jourdan never wore a coat. The only time I’d seen her in one was the day she was on her lioness shit. How she fought with it, let me know she didn’t prefer to wear one. I stepped down the landing and walked past Jourdan’s BMW X6, seeing I had enough room in her oversized garage to put my truck in. While I got my bag, I pulled in beside her car. That way, she wouldn’t have to step out into the cold air. While in there, I looked in her car for her extra garage door opener. I found it in the glove compartment and clipped it to my visor.

Steph, you’re wildin’ right now .

I curbed my thoughts because maybe I was. I would be that and worse when it came to mine, and she was... undoubtedly mine. Besides, I wanted to see how far I could push the walls that she’d built. I planned to knock every one of them down.

Every last fucking one!

After marking my territory around her house like the big dog I was, I quickly showered and got out. I didn’t want a repeat of my recent shower session. I’d told Jourdan no sex, but it was probably going to be harder for me to say no now that I knew what her pussy felt like. I was sure it was the closest I’d get to heaven. Hell, that’s what it felt like. I didn’t know what the hell her ass was doing in the shower all this time, but she still wasn’t out by the time I’d finished.

I found my way into her office and sat in her desk chair. I noticed her computer was open and unlocked. I tapped the mouse pad, and my gym’s webpage appeared. I couldn’t tell if it was finished, but it was definitely better than the shit I had before. I was low-key mad that I hadn’t done this sooner because I was leaving money out there.

“You just love making yourself at home in other people’s houses, huh?” Jourdan said from where she had just appeared in the doorway. She was wearing all black. A simple pair of straight jeans that were loose but still managed to hug every single curve, and a long-sleeved black t-shirt. The ponytail she always wore was slicked back and thick, fanning down her back. It was usually bone straight. In her hands, she held a pair of block-heeled combat boots. I couldn’t help but notice that we were matching .

“Nah, not people’s houses, just yours,” I returned. She rolled her eyes, which caused me to laugh. I stood and headed over to where she stood.

“So, what are our plans?”

“Why can’t you just hop your beautiful ass in the truck and ride?”

“Because I don’t know if you’re about to take me to one of your little rooms,” she said.

“Jourdan, what in the hell are you talking about?” I knew exactly what she spoke about, but how had we gotten back here? I ignored her because I could show her better than I could tell her. I grabbed her hand and slid past her in the door frame, pulling her along. We stopped in the foyer. I took her boots from her hand, squatting to help her into them while she looked down at me intently. She hadn’t realized that I’d waved the white flag. I was ready and willing to surrender to her in every way.

I led her toward the garage instead of leaving through the front door. She stopped again.

“Where are you going? Your truck is out front, right?” She asked. I opened the garage door with her peeking over my shoulder.

“Why… Stephon... how...,” she stopped talking to laugh. I smirked.

“So, I can come inside you but not in your garage. We gotta work on your hospitality skills, Baby,” I said.

“I should have just kicked your ass out after you got me off, like all the rest of them,” she huffed out with a playful attitude that I was about to fix. I abruptly drew her body close to mine and cupped her pussy through her jeans. Then I leaned to whisper into her ear.

“See, you messed up when you made me cum up in here…,” I said as I ran my finger back and forth down the seam of her jeans, pressing into her clit and holding my finger there to add pressure. It caused her to take a deep breath.

“Mine,” I said, then gave several sharp pats on her pussy.

“Which means I can come all up and through here,” I said, nodding and gesturing around the house. I returned to her face to peck her on the lips.

“Fuck you, Stephon,” she said, brushing past me and heading towards the truck. I caught her wrist and waited for her attention.

“You can do that again when you’re officially my wife.” She jerked her arm away, and I heard the door open and close shortly after. I laughed and locked up, heading down the three stairs and landing behind her. Once I got in the truck, I hit the garage door opener and started the ignition.

“I can’t wait to go to your house and show you the same courtesy. I might make a little visit while you’re at work, like you did me,” she huffed, crossing her arms. I laughed again.

“Well, since we’re laying out all the rules, don’t touch a car door handle again while you’re with me, either.” She turned to stare out the window so I couldn’t see her smile, but it was too late. Jourdan Washington was precisely the good trouble I thought she was.