Page 40 of Mister Fireman

“Nah, we would. The marriage would have to be legal because I know her and her attorney would check for the license. If you were willing to do this for me, I’d make sure you had the wedding and ring you desired. Hell, whatever else you wanted, you could have.”

“I don’t need anything but you.”

The weight of what she was offering settled on my chest, in my heart. “C’mere,” I requested, pulling her over to my side of the car by her arm.

Once she was settled on my lap, I cupped her cheeks and kissed her. When her moans began to pour, I slid my fingers over her pussy. The warmth and her whimper made me groan. I pulled her dress up and pushed her panties to the side as she unzipped my pants.

“What is it with us and cars?” she asked as she slid down on my dick with a laugh.

“I don’t know, but I hope it never stops.”

Her smile was small before she kissed my lips and said, “I think we can make sure it never will.”

The Final Round

“I’ma be honest witcha, bruh,” Aspen said, rubbing his belly. “I tasted sis chili, and she got you beat.”

I wasn’t surprised by his statement because Enjell was a damn good cook. That didn’t stop me from wanting to tease him with, “No loyalty, little one.”

“Aye, I’m withchu all the way, but she got it.”

“How you taste her chili anyway?”

“Ya boy from the station wanted to know who she was, so I walked him to her table while she was setting up her display.”

I nodded as I finally stepped from behind my table. We had a few minutes left before the buzzer to end the round, and thankfully, I had time to spare. From the looks of it, Enjell did too. She was engrossed in whatever Ian was saying to her as he animatedly waved his hands.

“Let me go save my girl, or Ian gon’ talk her ears off.”

“Man, say. That’s why I gladly took him over to her.”

We laughed as we headed in that direction. I took in our competition. While some were done and looking relieved, quite a few people were still scrambling behind their tables. When we made it over to her table, Ian and I shook hands.

“Glad you could make it,” I told him.

“Yeah, me and most of the crew over there. Your brother told me Enjell is your only competition.”

“I’d say so, but there’s really no competition.”

Sucking his teeth, Aspen wrapped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her away. Ian and I talked until the buzzer sounded, then I made my way over to the bench where our family and friends sat. I kept holding my breath as the three judges took a bite of each of the different bowls of chili.

One judge was stoic and expressionless.

One judge was overly dramatic and unnecessarily descriptive.

The last judge was a fair mix of the two.

When they got to my chili, they raved about it but said something was missing. They couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

At that point, I knew Enjell was going to win. I think our entire section was surprised when they tasted her chili and coughed and spit it out. The second judge said it was extremely salty, which didn’t make sense. She didn’t even use salt in her chili; she used Accent. I think we all were in disbelief as Enjell and I headed to her table. We tasted the chili, and sure enough, it was salty.

“Okay, someone definitely poured salt in my pot,” she said.

I looked around, and when Ian shot me a wink, there was no doubt it was him. “I think I know who it was. Give me a second.”

Zoning the judges deliberating out, I headed in Ian’s direction. Hemming him up by his collar, I lifted him off his feet.

“What the hell did you do, Ian?”

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