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CHAPTER 15

Stephon

T he drive back to Jourdan’s house had been quiet. My mind was all over the place. While at practice, a text from Miller on the phone I cloned last night had come through. The text wanted to know if he’d heard anything from Burks. That was only part of the problem because, no thanks to Jourdan, Burks ass was dead. I needed to solve that problem sooner rather than later. What really confused me was what he texted after, telling Malik Richmond, who went by Kilo, to stay on me and instructing him to watch my every move.

That shit wasn’t happening!

I went through my mental Rolodex, trying to recall any time I had encountered this man. I’d only been around him once. I exhaled before I realized my hand was wrapped around Jourdan’s thigh while my other hand guided the wheel. She tensed when I made contact before relaxing. The unconsciousness in which my hands had to be touching her in some way blew my mind. My touch had startled her because it appeared that she was also lost in her thoughts.

“Stephon, what’s wrong? I saw your reaction to whatever was on that phone. Tell me what’s going on.”

Damn, she’s reading me already.

“I don’t want you to worry about it right now. Before you go off, it also has nothing to do with your father. I’m still working on that. If it changes, I’ll let you know. For right now, I need you to trust me. Can you do that, Baby?”

“You know, once we get married and I become Mrs. Rockwell, there will be no more withholding information.” I smiled because she wasn’t backing down from the whole marriage thing.

“Are you threatening me, Ms. Washington?”

“Yes,” she answered stoically while staring me in the eyes. The act made my dick hard.

“Hmph,” I grunted out and smiled again.

She wasn’t satisfied with my answer, but decided to let it go. Here I was, telling her to trust me when I hadn’t fully trusted her. I feared she would get too emotional if I told her the truth. Her emotions prevented her from getting the information she needed from Burks before he died. This felt like the only way I could protect her for the moment.

After another ten minutes of our drive, we arrived at Jourdan’s house. She looked at me, grimacing when I opened the garage using the opener I had stolen from her car earlier. She tried to jump out of the truck quickly, but because I was closest to the door, I beat her to it, entering the code to get in .

“Tsk, Stephon, why are you like this?” She groaned with me, laughing again. I stepped inside, partially blocking the doorway. She leaned into my body, trying to push through.

“What did I tell you earlier? Ain’t shit changed.”

“Move before I kick you in your balls again.” I quickly stepped aside and smacked her on the ass as she walked by. She let out a yelp before turning to try to knee me again. I caught her leg, using it to drag her body into mine.

“I promise you that shit will never happen again,” I said as I let her leg go and headed to the bathroom to wash my hands. I had this thing about washing my hands anytime I came from outside back into the house. Once I was done, I headed upstairs to retrieve my bag. I found her sitting on a stool by her window. Beside her was a guitar I hadn’t noticed when I gave myself a self-guided tour. She was staring out, looking at the sunset. She finally turned her attention to me.

“You’re leaving?” I nodded before responding. I couldn’t tell by the look on her face if she was happy to have me out of her space or if she didn’t want me to leave.

“You good with that?”

“I am, but before you go, I have one request,” she said with that look of defiance I’d become accustomed to seeing from her.

“I’m not fucking you, Jourdan.”

“Boy, I don’t want your raggedy ass dick,” she said as she flicked her wrist, waving off my assumption.

“The lies you tell,” I said, laughing .

“Tell me what you want, then,” I said. She took out her phone and connected it to her Bluetooth speaker. I would welcome asking her this question for the rest of my life.

“I want you to dance for me.” I sighed as I heard the song Should’ve Worn a Bonnet playing through the speakers. We both laughed because Canon’s lil’ ass should not have known what this song was. When the beat dropped, I lifted my shirt, tucking it between my teeth and showing my abs. I stepped forward sexily before stopping to spread my legs, where I brought my hands down in front of my groin and pumped them, rolling my hips. I closed my eyes and imagined she was bent over before me. I glanced up to see her enthralled with my little impromptu performance.

“Damn,” she said while biting her bottom lip into her mouth. I couldn’t hold back my smile. She stood and walked toward me, circling me like she was hunting her prey. She finally stopped in front of me after a couple of rounds.

“It’s these dimples. They are going to make my pussy wet every time,” she said as she slid her finger from my dimple, down my chest, and to my dick. She added more fingers on her journey until she was gripping my shaft, which had gotten harder with her touch. She had a fire in her eyes and didn’t know the flames she was fanning in mine. I grabbed her and spun her around, bringing her back to my front by the neck.

“Let me see,” I whispered into her ear. I took her hands and guided them to her jeans, urging her to unbutton them. Once she’d completed the task, I took one of her hands and pushed it into her underwear .

“Play with that pussy for me, Baby.” I covered her hand on the outside of her jeans, feeling her movement as she dipped inside and brought her finger up to swirl her clit.

“That’s it, Baby. I want it soaked before I taste it,” I whispered again, this time letting my lips and tongue join in by licking and kissing her neck.

“Mmmm,” she purred out. This was only the beginning; I wanted her to be hoarse by the time I was done with her.

“Make it cum for me,” I said as I let my breath tickle her skin. Her nipples caught my eye as they poked through her bra and shirt. Lowering my hand from her throat, I dipped it into her shirt, pushing through her bra to split one of her nipples with my fingers. Applying light pressure, I threaded it back and forth, grabbing handfuls of her plump breast with each pass.

“Steph,” she cried out.

“Cum, Baby.”

The movement of her fingers was speeding up, and her body tensed against mine. When I was sure that she was cumming I sucked at the base of her neck until she cried out. As her chest rose and fell rapidly. I spun her back around to face me; her fingers were still inside her pussy. Her eyes were wild and filled with passion. I returned the look in her eyes because I wanted her to see that she was calling to a place where I had no inhibitions. A call that I would answer without hesitation.

“Put them in my mouth,” I urged. She slowly lifted her hands from her pants and placed them in my open mouth. The smell of her arousal and the sweet taste had me closing my eyes as I sucked every last drop off her fingers.

“Mmmh, you taste so damn good. Feed me,” I growled.

The way she looked at me, you would have thought I’d just stripped out of my clothes. I wanted to, but instead, I would strip her of hers because I was feverish. I walked her backward until I pushed her back down on the stool. I roughly split her legs and stood between them. Her breathing became labored as I pressed my erection into her center and ground.

I grabbed her ponytail, wrapped it around my hand, and used it to pull her head back, exposing her neck to me. I leaned in, flattening my tongue at the base of her neck, and licked up and around her chin until I reached her bottom lip. Then I tugged her hair harder. When her mouth fell open, I darted my tongue out to lick around her lips before I connected with her tongue, kissing her passionately, letting her taste what had me on the verge of losing my mind.

“Up,” I commanded as I let go of her hair. She stood, and I worked swiftly to rid her of her jeans. I yanked them down hard to her ankles, along with her panties.

“Stephon, I thought you said no sex,” she said through her labored breathing. I ignored her statement for a moment. Once I was satisfied that her jeans weren’t in my way, I pushed her back down, spreading her thighs. She was dripping for me. I slid my hands from her knees and up her thighs until I reached her pussy. While there, I let my thumbs dip inside before gently dragging her wetness over her clit one by one. She hissed. Then I lowered to my knees. In moments, my fingers spread her open. I started at her hard clit and placed a kiss on it, then another, before swiping my tongue across it.

“Yesss,” she whispered. I looked up to find her eyes studying my movements. My mouth replaced my hands so that I could use them to grab her thighs, opening her up further to me. I had all of her in my mouth, licking and slurping on her clit. She reached down, holding my head as she ground on my mouth. Her holding and gripping my hair was the trigger that made me feel like I was outside of my body. I started to lap her up and down, stopping to suck on her clit until she came again.

“Mmmhmm,” I hummed as she held my head in place to ride out her orgasm.

“Yeah, that’s it, give me that shit,” I said before she let out a deep guttural moan as I made her cum.

“Mmmmmm.” She moaned as I stood, connecting my mouth to hers, breathing in her orgasm before I added my tongue and swallowed it. I stuck my wet fingers in her mouth, leaving them there for her to suck as I freed my dick.

I was conflicted. In contrast, my body was screaming at me to make her mine for another night. I wanted her to be as sure as I was that this was what she wanted. That I was what she wanted without my dick further clouding her judgment. My body won out when I slammed into her center.

“Look what you made me do. You’re so damn spoiled. This fucking good ass pussy,” I said as I looked down at my dick that I’d pushed inside her as far as I could go. The base was covered in her slickness.

“Fuck,” I belted out. She felt so good that my eyes were trying to roll to the back of my head. Her heat wrapped around me tightly as she squeezed.

“Got damn!” With all the strength I could muster, I slowly pulled out and looked down at my stiff dick covered in her essence and groaned again. I quickly tucked myself back inside my sweats before I changed my damn mind or lost it. Either way, I needed to leave.

“What are you doing? You’re not going to finish what you started?” She asked.

“Nah, this is what your ass started. I’m good. That was for you, Baby,” I winced as I stepped back, playing off the pain I felt in my knee. The sharpness was enough to kill my arousal immediately. I was so caught up in her that I hadn’t realized I’d been down on it too long. I aggravated it earlier, trying to impress her. It was a reminder that I’d shattered my shit and that I wasn’t as young as I felt. I’d gladly take the little bit of pain I just endured to drown my face in her essence.

“The lies you tell. For me, my ass!” She said in a deep tone, intending to mock me as she quickly fixed her clothing while rushing over to me. Before she reached me, I lifted my shirt and reluctantly wiped my face.

“Steph, are you ok? I saw you tweak your knee earlier.”

“You saw that? She nodded. I laughed, shaking my head because I thought I’d hidden it well .

Damn lioness.

“I’m good, but I need to go, Baby. Bad knee and all; I’m two seconds from fucking the shit out of you. Why in the hell did I tell you no sex?” I whispered against her lips and chuckled.

“I know,” she sighed. The grasp that she now had on my shirt told me that she wanted to protest more. However, she leaned back and nodded before letting me go.

“Come, lock up.”

“Why? You already have the keys and all the codes to the safe.” I laughed at her statement.

“As long as you know!” I said and smirked. Then I turned back to her, grabbing her chin so she could look into my eyes.

“Jourdan, I’m trying to have the keys to your heart,” I said, kissing her one last time and drawing a heart with my finger on her chest. She looked down as I did, then I tipped her chin back again.

“It’s not to keep me out, though. I will drop bodies over you. Smith and Wesson have been itching for action, so lock up behind me,” I said, sobering to relay the seriousness of my statement. I pulled her hand as she followed me to the door. I let it go so that she could close it behind me. I listened for the lock to engage and hopped in the truck. Once I’d opened and backed out of the garage, I waited for it to close. I was gone. A nigga had fucked around and was falling in love in two-point-five business days.

Fucking Jourdan Washington.