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When he finally answers my plea, his voice is gruff and intense, “yes, baby?”
Fucking ‘BABY’? I’m fucking done for! Put a fucking fork in me!!
I bravely push through. “I think he got it, honey.”
Another deep inhale, his dark eyes never leaving mine, jaw still hard, and he lets go. Will crumbles at our feet, his hands coming to his neck, before he hurriedly gets to his feet, rapidly backtracking away from us, before he starts half-running toward the main street.
Only turning back to croak over his shoulder, hair fucking disheveled, face still looking painfully constricted, “you’re fucking crazy, man! Fucking asshole…”
We barely pay a few seconds of attention to his fading voice and figure before our eyes hook and glue together. What the fuck is this fucking intense pull between us?
Jake finally rasps out, “you know who I am.” It’s a statement not a question. “Tell me your name, sweetheart.”
His voice is low and intimate. The sound of it, gravelly, its tone soft. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my entire existence.
“Jazzy. Well, Jasmine.”
“Jasmine,” he repeats reverently, his fucking intense gaze never letting go.
“Yes,” I manage to let out a breathy whisper.
Jake nods, his full, sculpted lips curling at one corner. He’s fucking eating me up, undressing me, eye-fucking me seventy-six times to Sunday, and I’m fucking here for it.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Jasmine.”
He says my name like it’s a prayer, a caress, a magic spell. Some wondrous, extraordinary word.
And that’s when my fucking stupid mouth chooses to blurt out, “I’m Kareem’s daughter.”
What the fuck?!
I watch the sexy expression melt from Jake’s face, quickly replaced with the same stony mask he harbored yesterday. What the hell is wrong with me? Why the fuck did I say that?!
He rasps out in a bland tone, “figured as much.” He gives me a stern chin lift. “You have yourself a good night, now.” Before adding in a hard tone, “and fucking be careful who you bring home.”
I barely register his harshness when he turns on his feet and strides toward his house. His fucking sexy ass molded by perfectly fitting jeans. Old, battered and delicious, hugging his muscled gluten and thick thighs. Broad back rolling under a plain cotton t-shirt. The lines of his tats peeking through the shirt sleeves. And before I get a chance to thank him for coming to my rescue or rip him a new one for being so rude in his parting words, he fades into the night, slamming the door behind himself. Fuck my life.
Four
Jake
At this pace, I’m gonna end up fucking chafed. I’ve rubbed myself raw three times already.
Standing that close to Jasmine. Smelling her, being close enough to touch. Letting myself fucking eat her up with my eyes. Almost ceding to the fucking temptation of her fucking lush body. Fuck! And with the adrenaline beating like a drum through my veins after I almost ended that stupid kid. I was ready to take her right then and there. Undo her fucking fly. Lower those goddamn tight jeans just enough to reach her panties and push them aside. And fucking fall to my knees. Wrap one of her legs around my shoulder and fucking feed on her. Eat her pussy like it was my last meal on earth. Fucking French-kiss it till she’d drip down my face. Please her with my tongue, lips and teeth, as my hands would caress her all over. Fucking palm, squeeze and play with her big tits… Fuck! I come and come and come. Imagining it’s her sweet tongue receiving my seed. Her fucking plump pussy taking me. Her round ass filled with my jizz. My hips keep involuntarily contracting till I’m spent, done, fucking wiped, exhausted from the fucking wrecking orgasms that still manage to leave me feeling empty and even more hungry for my woman. Fuck.
***
When I wake up startled in the middle of the night, I immediately sense something is wrong. I don’t even bother with clothes, and just swiftly pad through the house in my black boxers toward the commotion I’m hearing outside. When I reach the door, I don’t turn on the porch light, and just take a few seconds to let my eyes get used to the pitch-black darkness outside.
Fuck. There’s a brick laying on the ground between our two houses, and the window from which Jasmine was watching me yesterday is fucking shattered. She’s standing just outside her door, eyes wide, hugging herself. Looking so vulnerable, my heart breaks into a million pieces. I take inventory of the damage and her state. She looks fine, but I will need to assess that from up close. And the broken window is nothing a solid boarding can’t take care of till we can get someone to come fix it. I believe I have a pretty good idea who’s the perpetrator of this fucking mess. But dealing with him can fucking wait till morning. Right now, my girl needs me. And her needs are my fucking priority. I slowly push my screen door open so I don’t spook her, and close the distance between us, forcing myself to keep my pace measured, school my features, and push down my raging anger. Tomorrow O’Malley. Remember, Victim Extraction 101. You keep your fucking shit and handle your priorities. Tomorrow, you can fucking squash that motherfucking coward.
I come to stand right in front of Jasmine, only leaving a few inches between us. Raising a hand, I cup the side of her face. Her big brown eyes, wide with terror and uncertainty.
“What… what happened?”
“I’m not sure, honey. How about you let me take you inside, uh?”
She nods feebly, breaking my heart into a million pieces. Fuck. My fucking girl.
