Chapter 13 Jaseon Jr #3
Placing the picture back onto the mantel, I continued to assess her living space.
Her entire downstairs was spotless without even a speck of dust in sight.
Her kitchen was stocked with fruits, vegetables, and various protein shakes.
I wasn’t surprised by her daily diet, given that she spent a lot of time at the gym.
Baby girl was careful about the things she put into that body of hers, and I liked that because it showed she was disciplined.
Speaking of her body, I squeezed my dick a few times before adjusting it as I walked up the stairs in search of her bedroom.
Being here, in her personal space, was intoxicating.
Thoughts of her and me marking every room in her cozy dwelling came to the surface and had my dick getting heavy.
Since meeting her, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind.
It was so bad that I found myself waking in the middle of the night, beating my dick to thoughts of her letting me taste that pussy.
Finding her bedroom, my body reacted even more, and I chuckled because I was starting to feel like a little bitch.
“So this is where you lay your pretty little head?” I leaned down, smelling the pillows as my dick ached from the remnants of her sleep.
“Is this where you touch yourself at night, Blossom?” I asked myself as I walked over and traced her silk sheets with my fingers.
“Do you think about me when you’re stroking that pretty pussy of yours? I know for certain you’re not dreaming of that bitch-made nigga.”
Reaching into her nightstand, I rummaged carefully until I found her pink bullet.
I’d watched Blossom pleasure herself multiple nights with her little friend.
The night of the gala, I discreetly followed her and TJ outside.
I listened to her shout into the night that she was embarrassed by the things her brother had said.
It angered me that he downplayed her feelings and made it seem as if she was the problem because she was a virgin.
Her being untouched iced my veins, making me want her in the worst way.
Knowing that no man, especially my bitch-ass cousin, had had the pleasure of pushing inside of her, pleased me.
“And you know why, nigga,” I said to myself.
Placing her toy back where I found it, I continued to snoop inside her drawers.
I felt like a creep as my eyes ogled her underwear.
Picking up a black see-through thong, I wrapped it around my fingers, inhaling deeply.
I shivered at the faint smell of her. I was nearing insanity, and I needed to reel that shit back in.
Common sense should have told me to put her garments back the way I found them and leave.
Common sense should have told me I was wrong for invading her privacy and that I needed to leave her home.
Common sense should have told me trying to fuck this girl, knowing she was a virgin, was flawed as hell.
Unfortunately for everyone, common sense had left a long time ago and wouldn’t be returning anytime soon.
Placing the sexy black panties in my pocket, I decided it was best that I leave her bedroom. As I turned to walk out of the room, I noticed a pair of shoes behind her bedroom door that surely didn’t belong to her. Walking over, I saw it was a pair of men's work boots.
“Get this shit outta here.”
Kicking the shoes into the hallway and down the stairs, I continued walking from room to room on the second floor.
As I searched through the other two bedrooms and closets, I memorized everything I could about her space.
Her presence was in every room I walked in, and part of me hoped that she would feel me once I was gone.
Blossom was addictive, and addiction was known to drive the sanest men over the edge.
Making it back downstairs, I glanced at my watch and realized it was time for me to go.
I doubled back into her kitchen to get a bottle of water and a trash bag.
Standing in the kitchen, I gulped the water down, looking around to make sure nothing was out of place.
Everything was where it was supposed to be, and now it was time for me to leave.
On the way out the door, I bent down, grabbing TJ’s boots.
Locking the door behind me, I looked up and down the street and noticed it was still empty.
Pulling my ball cap back down over my eyes, I whistled as I walked to the end of the curb and placed the bag in a nearby trash can.
As I walked the block back to my truck, I eased inside, where my thoughts were now filled with Rowan and his little sister.
Her being connected to his ass and also the woman who saw me leaving John’s house that night was one hell of a coincidence.
While Blossom was becoming an itch I couldn’t scratch yet, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if I had to because of her connection to Rowan.
Her getting caught in the crossfire would be that nigga’s fault, and from what I’d seen so far, he wouldn’t give a damn.
My plan for now was to have a little fun with her as the chips continued to fall where they may.
“Dr. McKnight, do you mind tagging the three vials over there and taking them up to Sheena for testing? I want to rule out potential blood poisoning for the deceased.”
Peering over my shoulder, I locked eyes with Dr. Massey as I finished washing my hands.
We’d just completed the third autopsy of our shift, and I was ready to take my ass home.
Of all the shifts we would work, nights had always been my least favorite.
I was a firm believer that I needed to be in my bed at night.
It was all good, though, because my vacation was coming up soon.
“You sure you’re going to be able to manage the workload while I’m gone, old man?” I dried my hands as I eyed him. “I can always reschedule if I need to.”
“Nonsense!” He waved me off, handing me the tray that held the blood samples. “I’ve heard you on the phone with your siblings, and they’re more excited about spending time together as a family than anything. I do have a favor to ask.”
“Yeah?” I grabbed my keys from my desk because once I dropped this shit off at the lab, I was headed out. “What’s that?”
“Can you get Flash to sign a football for me? It will look great in my Reapers collection case.”
Chuckling, I promised him that I would get Jax to hook him up. Dr. Massey loved the Reapers and knew I could get him anything he wanted when it came to my brother. He used my connection to the team to his full advantage, too, often getting memorabilia that would one day sell for big money online.
Letting him know I would see him in a few days, I left the morgue and headed upstairs.
Once in the elevator, I threw my head back and took a deep breath.
I was fucking exhausted and couldn't wait to lie my ass down.
Feeling my phone vibrate, I sighed as I pulled it from my pocket.
I had a few missed calls and messages, but the most recent one caused me to grin like a bitch.
Bloss Baby:
Good morning, handsome. I hope you have a good day.
I don’t know what the fuck it was about Blossom, but her little ass was steady on my mind.
I’d sit on my couch many nights and watch her while we texted on the phone.
After breaking into her house and being in her space, I felt a deeper connection to her.
I couldn’t explain it, but I knew there was no way I could kill her, Rowan’s sister or not.
I’d have to make sure she didn’t end up hurt because of that nigga.
Me:
My day will be even better if you let me eat you out.
Bloss Baby:
Excuse me?
Me:
My bad, mama. I meant, let me take you out to eat. These damn iPhones and that auto-correct shit.
As the elevator dinged, I smirked as the three dots appeared before disappearing. She could leave me on read all she wanted; I would see her fine ass soon enough.
Blossom had a way of making me want to do shit I’d never done with a woman.
I thought about kissing her, sticking my tongue so far down her throat she would choke.
I thought about cuddling with her and watching those bird-brain TV shows she watched with Stacy on FaceTime.
I craved to smother myself in the curve of her neck and in the crevices between her thighs.
I wanted that girl, and I’d never wanted a woman before her.
My feelings were rare as fuck. I’d learned early that men couldn’t give that type of treatment to women these days unless they were ready to be stalked the way I was low-key stalking Blossom.
Case in point, the crazy muthafucka who was throwing daggers my way as soon as I stepped into her lab.
“For someone who’s been slicing and dicing people for the past twelve hours, you sure look chipper,” Sheena said through a frown as she stood from her chair, arms folded. “What can I do for you?”
“Not a damn thing,” I countered, placing the tray with the vials of blood down. “Massey wants you to screen these for poisonous toxins. Hit him when you get the results.”
I’d been steering clear of Sheena since the night she flipped out on me at her apartment.
She was a good fuck, but she would never be worth the headaches she had tried to bring my way.
No matter how good the pussy was, she was not above me chopping her ass up and tossing the pieces inside an incinerator.
“Wait!” She stopped me when I turned to leave. “I’m sorry about what happened, JJ.” She stood before me as if she wanted to cry, but it wasn’t moving me at all. “You know I love you, and it just hurts me when you treat me like I don’t mean anything to you.”
“You don’t, Sheena. I mean, not in the way you think.” I sighed heavily as I watched her eyes water. “Look, what we had going on was strictly physical. Yes, we went on a few dates, but have I ever led you to believe this was anything more than what it was?”
“JJ—”