Page 91 of Sweet Little Thing

It hadn’t been about Heidi. When I spoke to Jasper, I was very clear about the repercussions that would follow if either he or Portia pursued the DNA test with Heidi. He had backed down. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to know his sister if that was his true intention. If he’d been sincere, I would have helped him work through it with Beulah so that she was secure. But when I had told him that this wouldn’t bring him closer to Beulah and that he’d be putting more of a wall between them than was already there, he immediately backed down. He admitted that he missed Beulah. He wanted to be a part of her life. He never mentioned Heidi again.

Jasper wasn’t a bad person. I knew that more than anyone. But I also knew he was weak. He had a tendency to act impulsively and regretted his choices later. And when things were tough, he ran. Just like he’d done when his father passed away. It had taken me promising to help him and pointing out how much money Portia was most likely running through without someone to control her to get him to return to Savannah and take responsibility for the empire that had been left to him. Jasper needed direction. He relied on me for advice.

Beulah had changed that. He’d decided to leave Savannah without asking me. It was his first move on his own. However, it was also a way of running. I had been waiting for it. Knowing he’d stop fighting for her. It wasn’t his nature to hold on to anything that took work.

“Do you want to talk to Jasper?” I asked. Beulah was her ownwoman. Although I didn’t see a reason she should talk to Jasper, I wouldn’t keep her from it if she wanted to.

“No. We have nothing more to say. We had our closure.”

I held back my sigh of relief. But damn I was glad I didn’t have to deal with her talking to Jasper. The thought of her near him made me feel feral.

“Do you want me to handle this?”

She shook her head. “No. Just let it go away on its own. There is no reason to cause drama. I don’t want you to lose your friendship with Jasper over me.”

I had already lost it. Mostly. I didn’t tell her that, though. Losing what I had with Jasper was worth having Beulah by my side. For the first time in my life, I was happy. I was complete.

“I can at least make sure Portia doesn’t get on the property again. I’m sorry that happened.”

“You don’t have to apologize. She surprised me. She’s desperate.”

She was a self-serving bitch. But I didn’t have to say it. Beulah knew. Reminding her that the woman who gave birth to her sister was a horrible person was pointless.

I wasn’t ready to leave Beulah alone yet. I wanted to stay here and watch her relax. Her shoulders hadn’t eased. She was still upset.

“Sit down, Beulah,” I told her as I walked over to where she stood. She turned to me, and I pulled her in my arms and kissed her softly. “Sit down. I’m making us lunch. I’ll make enough for Gerry, too. She can have it when she gets up.”

Beulah frowned. “That’s my job.”

“Don’t care. Sit, please. Relax.”

She sighed as she walked over to take a seat at the table. “What are you making?”

I wasn’t sure yet. “Depends on what is in the fridge.”

“I can look in the pantry,” she replied.

That caused me to smirk in memory. “You head into that pantry, and I’m following you inside.”

Her cheeks turned pink immediately as she smiled.

“Would that make you relax?” I asked her. Wondering if she wanted it. I’d thought after Geraldine busted us last time, I’d never convince her to do it again.

She lifted one shoulder. It was a shy move. Damn.

“Get in the pantry, Beulah, and pull your bottoms down to your ankles. Then bend over with your hands on the wall.” As I said it, my dick began to stiffen.

She didn’t pretend to be embarrassed. Instead, she moved quickly to the pantry. Fuck. I gave her enough time to get into the exact position I wanted her in. On my way inside I found the light switch and illuminated the dark room before closing the door.

I turned to see Beulah’s bare ass up in the air, and her head turned to look back at me. She stood bent at the waist. Her legs were far apart, and a clear view of her pussy.

I kept my eyes on the area as I unzipped my jeans and pulled my dick out to begin rubbing it as I looked at her. Standing behind her, I continued slowly pumping myself and enjoyed the sight of her like this. She dropped her head and moaned. “Please, Stone.”

Reaching a hand between her legs, I found her already slick and ready. I played with her for a moment and enjoyed the sounds of pleasure coming from her as her bottom wiggled. “You want to be fucked?” I asked as if it wasn’t obvious.

“You know I do,” she said breathlessly.

I grabbed her hips and eased in slowly. Enjoying the feel of her tight entrance sucking me in. Squeezing me. She began to move back against me, anxious for me to bring her to a release. I wasn’t hurrying this. She wouldn’t admit it, but she liked the idea of being caught.

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