Page 25 of Nobody But You

“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-coloredbedding 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 herass, 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.

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