Page 18 of Nobody But You

Then, she transitioned back to her quick pace. The feeling of her wrapped around me, and watching her breast bounce along with her ride, was taking me over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum, Baby,” I whispered out.

“Cum then.”

I heard her melodic voice and moans in my mind as my eyes popped open.

“Shit,” I moaned out as I pumped my sensitive dick, releasing down the drain until I could no longer touch myself. I caught my breath and braced both hands on the wall under the spray. The water began to run cold as it cascaded down my head and neck. In shock that she had that effect on me, I quickly washed, rinsed, and dressed to head to the location P had sent.

“Shorty about to fuck my world up,” I said out loud into the room.

Jourdan

The sun had set an hour ago, quickly darkening the sky. I appreciated the time change in the winter because I worked better at night.

I sat across the street from Scooby’s Hot Dogs, watching one of Stephon’s employees meet with Burks. I’d studied his security firm website enough to know he worked there. He was the cybersecurity analyst. I continued following Burks a few days ago. However, today, he’d changed it up. The one time I needed to hear the conversation the most, he wasn’t wearing the damn jacket I’d put the bug on. Because of that, I’d been closely following him all day when I usually hung back. I hoped to have gotten information by now, but it looked like I would still have to find my way inside the Mayor’s Ball.

I’m sure my father would have chastised me for what I was about to do. I unsnapped my seatbelt, preparing to head to where they were sitting. I could hear him inside my head.

“Where are you going? Not like that, you aren’t. They’d recognize you as soon as you walk through the door.”

I was becoming more and more reckless. With those thoughts, I reached inside the car and retrieved my baseball cap. I pulled my ponytail through and secured it low over my eyes. Burks had seen me before the night I tried to ambush him at Porter’s.

You better hope he doesn’t notice you, JoJo.

As I waited for the cars to pass before I crossed, I glanced around to make sure that the task of getting close to him wouldn’t cause more harm than good. I walked up and sat a few tables behind them. I started playing with my phone just as everyone around me was while they waited for their hot dog orders. The people in Cypress loved hot dogs, but in Southern California, it was Tacos.

It didn’t take me long to realize that this wouldn’t work. They were talking low. With the busy hum of downtown, I couldn’t hear them. I could read lips, but only Pierre’s because he was sitting towards me.

“One wants to meet with Miller. Can you set that up?” I assumed that Burks had told him yes because he nodded his head up and down.

“Get back to me with the location, time, and place when you do.” Burks nodded again before Pierre stood to leave. He then headed to the window to place an order, and because I was still following him, I remained seated until he left. As I decided to leave, movement caught my attention. In the shadows of the building and out, only enough for me to see him, was Stephon.

How long has he been there?

The fact that he’d been here the entire time is why he was so deadly. His targets never even know he’s there. I’d looked around and cataloged everyone in the vicinity, but hadn’t seen him looming. Stephon was slowly showing me Rock. He nodded to the side, instructing me to come to him.

Jourdan, please do not get up. Stay seated. Fight it, JoJo.

I stood, heading his way. Just like last week, when he commanded my action, I complied.

Girl. What. In. The. Hell.

When I reached him, he took my hand and began walking.

“Walk with me?” He asked. It came out as a question, but it wasn’t because we were already moving.

“Tell me why you keep exposing your prowess, Lioness?” He asked. I started to talk but immediately stopped because I didn’t know if I could trust him, even though he was showing his trust in me. My brother seemed to think that I could and that I should. And so far, he hadn’t given me a reason not to, but that all could change. So, I hesitantly answered.

“I know Brice told you,” I said. He nodded in agreement.

“I’m not asking Brice. I’m asking you, Beautiful.” I savored the warmth of his hand wrapped around mine and his term of endearment. I took a deep breath and embraced the comfort he gave me.

“My father was murdered by someone close to him. I believe it was a hit. I won’t stop until everyone involved feels my wrath.”

“Fair enough, but I don’t like how you’re moving.”

“Why will my big, bad husband swoop in and save the day?” He laughed. I smiled in return.

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