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Damn you ovaries! It’s all these kids’ fault.

CHAPTER 15

Stephon

The 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. Mytouch 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.

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