Page 17 of Nobody But You

“Stephon,” I yelled after him as he briskly walked to his car. He was almost there, so I called out again. Increasing my pace.

“Steph...,” I tried to call out once more before he swiftly turned around. I was standing chest to chest with the man I’d just mentally threatened to shoot. He was tall but stood over my five-foot-nine frame, even wearing heels. We stood there, having an intense stare-off. The longer he looked at me, the angrier I got. My breathing was getting faster and faster; I was gearing up to give him a piece of my mind for leaving like that.

“Why in the fu...”

“I apologize,” he said as I’d begun to cuss his ass out for having me in this current state of mind.

“For what...” I softly started because I was taken aback. However, I didn’t get the opportunity to finish before he brought his hand to my neck, gripping slightly as he spun me around until my back was to his truck. I was pinned in between, feeling every bit of his heat.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered.

“So do it, Stephon.” Then I felt his lips on mine, timid at first, then growing urgent before his tongue sought entry. With each precise and skilled swipe of his tongue, I began to melt further into his needy embrace, moaning my arousal. His hand traveled down over my breast before slipping underneath my shirt to caress my bare skin. His other hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his body. I could feel his erection, and the moisture was pooling in the seat of my already wet panties.

“Tell me to stop, Jourdan; please tell me to stop,” he whispered.

“Mmmh,” I let out because I was seconds away from letting this man fuck me in this parking lot for everyone to see.

“Shit,” he huffed out, breathing erratically as he suddenly stopped. His eyes were closed, and his forehead was against mine. A horn blowing in the background brought him out of his haze. I was out just as quickly as he placed me in his embrace. He spun me around so he could enter his car. He stopped after his door was open to finally give me that eye contact I was looking for the last time he left my presence.

“Go back inside, Jourdan,” he gently commanded as he nodded toward the gym doors. I did exactly what he said and walked my ass back inside.

If he can tell me what to do, he can tell me what to do!

CHAPTER 9

Stephon

Islid the weights on the bar, then another to even it out. I was at three hundred sixty pounds. Lying back on the bench in my home gym, I briefly considered my safety because I was lifting alone. My gym was small, housing a treadmill, barbell rack, and the multifunction power rack I used primarily. Usually, I’d be at Hardrock shooting the shit with Justin and pushing each other to the limit. Justin played football with me at CU. He was a safety. He wasn’t a part of my other lifestyle, and I would never tell him about it.

Today, I was pushing myself because I couldn’t get thoughts of her out of my head. Six days. That’s how long it had been since I saw her. Since I’d felt her lips on mine and had her body wrapped around me. It was all I could think about. I didn’t even know Jourdan, but somehow, I found myself all over her; I was out of control.

Fuck It!

I picked up the weights, gauging if I was lifting too much. I probably was, but that’s just how she had me. It was either lifting these heavy ass weights or sitting around with a semi-hard on. I chose the damn weights because, apparently, I was willing to risk it all, even my own life. Jourdan Washington was like that, and her work spoke for itself. With the bar over my head, I lowered it down until it hit my chest.

One.

Repeating the process with a grunt, I pushed the weights up and down, increasing my pace. I couldn’t believe I’d touched her with such familiarity. I was big on consent. My body acted on its own accord. The closer I leaned in, the more her... everything invaded my senses. She hadn't tried to stop me while I was lost in her spell.

It was when I felt her legs grip my hand along with her heat and that sexy ass gasp that let me know that my touch had caused her to orgasm. I couldn't get it out of my head. However, that was when my good sense finally returned. That, along with the fact that we were in a very professional setting, and I once again felt my dick getting hard from her response. She just had to bring her sexy ass outside when I was barely hanging on to what little restraint I had. Then I fucking kissed her, and that damn moan let out.

“Shit!” I belted out as the bar I was lifting fell to my chest. I felt my muscles give as I tried to push it to the rack. It was a no-go. Letting the bar fall to the side seemed the safest option, so I let it fall to the floor. The sound of the weights clanging filled the room. I’d lost track of how many reps I’d done. My arms felt like fuckingJello. I quickly sat up and reached for my towel to wipe the sweat pouring into my eyes. I needed another way to release some of this tension... sexual tension, frustrated tension, this longing that I had out of nowhere.

I blame Brice’s ass. Why did he have to bring his ass over here? I couldn’t believe I let him fill my head with all his talk about how he felt his sister had a thing for me and wanted me to care for her. Now, that was all I could think about: taking care of her, protecting her, and being everything she needed. I knew that marriage shit wouldn’t fly, at least not yet. I wasn’t opposed to it; like my mother said, I wasn’t getting any younger. I for sure wanted to leave a legacy and children behind.

I’d gathered that the night at Porter’s Steakhouse, Jourdan was trying to get to Burks. I knew it wasn’t the mayor because Brody was always with him, which was by design. And Miller didn’t even live here at least full-time. According to the information I’d previously pulled, he’d been floating back and forth from NY for the past two years. Miller had asked Burks if he knew any information on One, Two, and Three. I knew Burks was lying when he said he had contacts. If he knew anything, he would have said so because money talks. I had Pierre do what he needed to become his contact. I would feed him information. I’d also instructed him to get word back to Miller about the new One wanting to meet. Of course, I wasn’t about to show my face. Wearing a mask was a must, but I needed to be able to dig deeper.

Pierre texted me, telling me he was meeting Burks soon and to give me the location. I didn’t know about the connection betweenBurks and her father’s death, but I was going to help her find out whether she knew so or not. I wanted to be at the location before they arrived. After giving myself a moment, I headed to the shower.

I stood at the sink while I waited for the shower to warm up. I was still wound up; hopefully, the shower would help. Stepping in, I let the water wash over my head, neck, and shoulders. Lathering up my washcloth, I closed my eyes and gave my body a once-over. On my second pass, my hand lingered on my dick before it hardened in my grasp. I squeezed, trying to wane off the erection, but it had the opposite effect. It throbbed under the pressure. Once again, thoughts of Jourdan popped into my mind. I stood with the weight of it in my hands before I slowly began to stroke my length back and forth.

“Mmh,” I groaned. That, along with the spray of the water and the thoughts of Jourdan’s mouth and body on mine, filtered through. I wanted her bad and let my mind take me to the possibility of having her.

My head was thrown back while she bounced up and down on my dick. I felt myself go deeper each time she descended my shaft. She slowed down and began to rock forward to the tip, then rocked back down slowly.

“You like that?”

“Yeah, just like that,” I whispered. My hand was moving up and down my shaft, my grip tightening as I fisted closer to my release.

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