A Jason and Keesha story. Jason gets the family he's always wanted and rediscovers his soul mate.

Jason

Jason lay in his oversized bed, but tonight he wasn't alone.

She had come to him again. Teasing him with her succulent lips, trailing kisses along his face, chest, and thighs. He could never see her face but he knew who she was. He could smell her scent floating in the air. Honey and Jasmine. He loved that scent.

Her hair was straight tonight. He liked it better when it was curly. He loved how her ringlets bounced when she rode him. They seemed perfectly timed with the bouncing of her breast.

His eyes focused on those large breasts. Normally he didn't like anything larger than a B cup but hers were amazing. They were proud and firm. He could smoother himself with her breasts. She had a small waist and slender hips that made them look bigger. They were real. He had seen fake and they didn't jiggle like hers did.

He knew she had a Beyoncé butt, he felt it every time she bounced on his member. It was soft and firm at the same time. Like a marshmallow.

She straddled his hips and slowly ground into his groin. Her thick hair brushed his chest. Her moans excite him. They seemed to start deep in her belly and slowly rose until it vibrated from her throat.

He knew who she was. He wanted to call out her name but he couldn't remember it.

She kissed his jaw until she reached his ear and bit down hard. His hips lifted off of the bed.

"You want this baby?" Her voice was low and husky with passion.

"Yeah." He tried to move his arms, but they felt like they were tied down to the bed. She trailed kisses down his chest stopping to suckle and bite his nipples; before following his blonde trail to his stiff member.

He wanted to see her eyes staring back at him with unbridled lust or rolling back in her head as she sucked him in. She didn't disappoint him.

Her nails dug into his hips as she wrapped her lips around him. She wasn't graceful in her actions but she was hungry for him.

He knew she wasn't experienced. Jason loved every kiss and every touch, because she wanted so desperately to please him.

Slowly, she slipped her lips down his shaft. Her mouth was tight around him.

"Baby." He cried out lifting his hips. She took her hand and started massaging his balls like he had taught her. It felt so good.

"Jase?" Was she calling him? He looked up. No, her mouth was full of him. "Jase?"

Someone was pulling him out of his dream.

Slowly he opened his eyes. Sam stared down at him.

"Need some help with that?" She asked nodding towards his erect penis in his hand. He smiled and moved his hand so she could finish what he started but it wasn't the same. She didn't excite him like his mystery woman did. He closed his eyes and tried to picture her.

He was sure he knew her but who was she?

Later

Jason walked into Kelly's and took his usual table in the corner. He didn't look up when the waitress came to his table pouring him a cup of coffee.

"What can I get for you?" She asked in a low voice. Jason's jeans tightened around him.

That voice.

Her voice.

"Keesha?" He looked at her smiling face. Shit. He thought reaching for the coffee trying to appear casual. "What are you doing?"

She didn't answer him because he tipped the cup too soon and covered the table with hot coffee.

"Damn!" He jumped back to avoid the scolding liquid.

"Well aren't we graceful this morning?" She teased smiling at him.

She moved around the table and pushed him out of the way with her hip, before she wiped up the mess.

Jason inhaled her scent. Honey and Jasmine…Maybe it was a common fragrance.

"Are you sniffing me?"

"Sorry." He mumbled. "Hey, Sam likes the cologne you wear and I wanted to get it for her. Where did you pick it up?"

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. Jason Morgan was never this nice to her, maybe a little dismissive but defiantly not nice.

"It's made for me." She finished cleaning and poured him another cup of coffee. "It's an original. It took me over a year to pick the different scents. It can't be reproduced." She held her wrist out to him so he could take a whiff. He wanted to grab her wrist and place tiny kisses on it.

"You're the only person in the entire world with that scent?" He asked holding his breath.

"Yes and our cousin paid a lot of money to make sure it stays that way. It's my signature fragrance. I'll be back to take your order."

Jason watched her walk into the kitchen.

Keesha. He had never been intimate with Keesha. Hell he didn't even like to be in the same room as Keesha but he was certain she was his dream woman.

Damn, as far as he knew Jason Quatermaine never had sex with Keesha. He was positive she was still a virgin.

He could almost smell the innocence on her; unlike Liz, Sam, Carly, and Robin. Keesha was fresh and untouched.

Jason sat back and watched as she flirted with the other customers before making her way back to him.

"Did you decide what you wanted?" She asked looking into his eyes.

"Why are you here Keesha?" His voice was harsh even to his ears.

"Bobbie needed help and I had some free time." She shrugged unaffected by his tone. "Why are you here Jason?"

"Breakfast."

"Really? So when were you planning to order this breakfast thing?" She raised her brow mockingly.

"Now." He rambled off his order and watched her as she walked away. Yeah, giant Beyoncé butt. Damn.

Mac

Mac, the cook, watched Keesha walk into the room. Hey, every man watched Keesha walk.

In his forty-five years he had not seen a finer butt on a woman. They were either too small or too big. Keesha's was just right.

"Hey Mac? Is something wrong with Jason Morgan?" She asked peeking out the door at him.

"Not that I know. Why" He remarked as him looked at the ticket. Predictable, he had seen Jason come in and started on his regular order.

"He's almost nice to me."

"Well you're a nice girl."

"Jason Morgan hasn't had a kind word to say to me since he woke up from his coma."

"Well, play nice young lady go out there a make your tips." He handed her an over loaded plate. She grabbed it and headed back into the dining room. Yeah, an ass to die for.

Jason

It was Keesha. Shit. Jason watched her walking back to his table. She forced a smile.

"Here you go." She placed the platter in front of him and stepped back. "Anything else?"

"Coffee." He points to the empty cup. He watched as she walked back to the counter for the coffee pot.

"Anything else?" She asked after she filled the cup.

"Yeah…" He stared into her eyes. "Come for a ride with me tonight."

"What?" She started to back away from him but he grabbed her wrist.

"Tonight. Come and watch the sunset with me."

"You hate me." She stared at his giant hand as he drew circles in her wrist with his thumb.

"Come for a ride with me. See the sunset over Port Charles." His voice was low and persuasive. "Just say yes."

"Yes." She said mesmerized by the effect he was having on her.

"I'll pick you up at five. Wear something warm." He let her arm drop and went back to his meal. Keesha stared at him dumb founded.

Keesha

"Miss." Another customer called for her. She hurried over to their table and tried to forget Jason Morgan. It wasn't hard; she was in for her second rush of the day. By the time her relief came in Jason had left.

Keesha glanced at her watch. It was just after three. She could get home in a few minutes and take a long bath.

She hurried down the street to her apartment building. Once inside she ran a hot bath and added the honey and jasmine bath salts. She sighed as she sank into the tub.

Her feet hurt. She vowed at that moment she would never waitress again. She stayed in the bath until just after four. Reluctantly she got out, dried herself off and dressed to see the sunset with Jason.

What was she thinking agreeing to meet him? Jason Morgan still made her heart flip and her body hot. He was like an unwanted addiction. An addiction she couldn't say no to.

Later

Jason pulled up to her apartments. She was waiting for him on the stoop.

He looked her up and down pleased with her choice in clothing. She wore a black leather jacket, with a pink cashmere sweater, black jeans, and low heeled boots. Jason nodded his approval as he handed her a helmet.

She struggled to climb onto the Harley. She put her feet were Jason told her to and wrapped her arms low on his waist.

Jason drove faster than he should have. He enjoyed the feel of her breast against his back. Every time he took a corner she gripped him tighter and Jason got harder. He drove to lovers peek and parked under his favorite tree.

"Wow." She said as she got off the bike. She fell into Jason. The vibration had done great things for her physically but her legs felt like Jello.

Jason caught her and lifted her into his arms. He held her close to inhale her scent.

"I think I'm alright now." She waited for him to let her go. Being this close to Jason wasn't safe for her.

He let her slide down his body. He pulled her close so she could feel his hardness.

"Why didn't Quatermaine have sex with you?" His voice was rough as he buried his face in her curly hair.

"We wanted to wait until we were married." She strained against him.

"Why haven't you had sex with anyone else?"

Because I still love you, she thought.

"I haven't been in love, Jason. Sex to people like you and Sam means nothing. It's a casual game. You can hide what you truly feel. For me it's an extension of my love for that person. In seven years you have had how many lovers?" She sniffed his chest. "I want you Jason. I always have but I'm worth more than a one night stand."

She pulled away from him.

"You picked a good spot to watch the sunset. I bet it will be beautiful."

He watched her move, impressed by her stand. He didn't know about Jason Quatermaine but Jason Morgan didn't get turned down when he wanted sex…until today and he wanted her badly.

Keesha

Keesha sat on her queen bed a smile touched her lips. She had done a good job pretending she didn't still love Jason. Whatever last name he used she loved him but she wouldn't be used by him. If Jason wanted her he would need to by the farm not just the cow.

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