The Heart System

Chapter 570: Chapter 570

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her a little closer. She adjusted without complaint, settling into me, her hand resting lightly against my chest. The warmth helped more than I expected.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

My mind drifted again, but this time it wasn’t just about Jack. Nala crossed my thoughts, uninvited but impossible to ignore. The distance, the tension... it sat there, heavy. And it wasn’t just me feeling it. I could tell the others were affected too, especially Minne. She hadn’t said much, but it showed in small things, her expressions, the way she moved around the house, quieter than usual.

I couldn’t really blame her.

I closed my eyes and took a slow, steady breath. Tomorrow. Everything hinged on tomorrow. If we could catch Jack in the act, get something solid on him, maybe I could finally put that problem to rest. Then I could turn my full attention to Brok, which was a whole different mess waiting to explode.

One thing at a time.

”Good night, Jas,” I murmured.

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against my cheek. ”Goodnight, Evy.”

I tightened my arm around her slightly and let myself sink into the mattress, hoping that this time, sleep would finally come.

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I was having another dream... or was this something else? It didn’t feel like a normal dream. It felt like an old memory, distant and hazy.

I was sitting inside a car, waiting for someone. I didn’t know who. Outside the window, there was nothing but pure blackness. The only thing I could make out was a single, lonely bus stop standing under the dark. Nothing else.

Then I woke up.

”...Didn’t, right?” Jasmine said, talking to her phone.

She had just come out of the shower. Her beautiful dark skin was still glistening with droplets of water, catching the morning light. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders and back, a few strands sticking to her full breasts. She was completely naked, moving around the room with that natural, confident grace that always made my eyes linger.

The phone was sitting on the table with the speaker on.

Jasmine noticed I was awake and flashed me a warm smile, giving me a little wave. Even freshly out of the shower, she looked incredibly sexy.

Still completely naked, she sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up her comb, running it through her wet hair.

I moved behind her, sitting on the bed so her body was nestled between my spread legs. Her back rested lightly against my chest as I gently took the comb from her hand and continued combing her damp hair for her.

”No,” a voice came from the phone, it sounded like Emma. ”She hasn’t sent it yet.”

”Good to hear, Emma,” Jasmine replied softly, clearly enjoying my fingers in her hair. ”I’m sorry for bothering you so early.”

”It’s fine,” Emma answered. ”I’ll let you know if anything happens.”

I kept slowly combing through Jasmine’s silky hair with one hand while my other hand slid around her body and cupped one of her full, soft breasts. I gently squeezed it, feeling its weight in my palm, before leaning forward and running my tongue slowly over her nipple.

Jasmine let out a quiet sigh of pleasure, her back arching slightly into my touch.

”T-thank you... again... Emma.”

”No problem,” Emma continued. ”I’ll let you know if anything comes up. I think Nala doesn’t know I’m talking to you guys.”

”That’s good,” Jasmine breathed, her voice slightly huskier now as she watched me lick and gently suck on her nipple.

”Mmm. I gotta go,” Emma said. ”Goodbye, Jas.”

”Y-yeah... goodbye, Emma,” Jasmine replied, struggling to keep her voice steady.

The call ended.

I gave her nipple one last slow lick before pulling back and continuing to comb her hair gently, the atmosphere between us warm and intimate.

”Nala didn’t send her nudes to Jack, huh?” I asked softly, my fingers running through her damp strands.

”I don’t think she will, to be fair,” Jasmine shrugged lightly, still leaning back against me. ”I mean... I hope she won’t.”

Jasmine felt my cock growing harder against her back, pressing insistently through my shorts. She paused for a second, then let out a soft, knowing chuckle.

”I just had a shower, Evan,” she said, amusement clear in her voice. ”No way I’m getting dirty again. I need to head for work soon.”

”Aw...” I groaned, disappointed.

She exhaled, then gently took the comb from my hand and stood up. Without saying another word, she leaned forward, hooked her fingers into my shorts and boxers, and pulled them down in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free, already rock hard and throbbing.

Jasmine looked down at it with a playful smile. She opened her mouth and let a thick rope of saliva drip slowly from her lips, landing right on the head of my cock. The warm spit slid down my shaft as she dropped gracefully to her knees between my legs.

”Your morning wood will have to settle for this,” she chuckled, wrapping her soft hand around my length.

”More than enough for me,” I replied, voice already thick with lust.

Jasmine started slowly, stroking me from base to tip with long, deliberate movements. Her grip was perfect, firm but smooth, twisting slightly every time she reached the head. The combination of her warm spit and skilled hand felt incredible.

”Fuck, Jasmine... that feels so good,” I groaned.

She looked up at me with those beautiful dark eyes, still stroking steadily. ”You like my hand that much?”

”I love it,” I said honestly, reaching down to cup one of her full breasts. I squeezed the soft, heavy flesh, rolling her nipple between my fingers as she continued working my cock. ”Your tits look so good when they’re still a little wet like this.”

Jasmine smiled and picked up the pace, her hand gliding faster along my slick shaft. I played with both of her breasts now, groping and kneading them while she jerked me off. Her dark nipples hardened under my touch, and every time I pinched them lightly, she let out a soft, breathy moan.

She leaned forward more, her damp hair falling over one shoulder as she stroked me with both hands now, one twisting around the head, the other pumping the base in perfect rhythm.

”Look at you,” I murmured, voice low. ”On your knees, jerking me off right after your shower. Such a good girl.”

Jasmine bit her lower lip, clearly enjoying the praise. ”Only because you woke up so hard... I can’t just leave you like this.”