Page 5 of Mister Fireman

Enjell looked toward the sky. “You promise to never lie to me again?”

“I promise, and you can watch me delete it.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway I suppose. It’s not like anything is going to come from this night.” Her eyes returned to mine. “The better question is, do you promise not to make love to yourself with my picture?”

Now that got a hearty laugh out of me. “I promise.”

“Okay, you can keep it.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She gave me a kiss on the corner of my mouth and looked away again. Cupping her chin, I turned her face back in my direction. I leaned toward her slowly, wanting to give her time to lean back. But she didn’t. In fact, she leaned forward and closed the distance between us. The quiet whimper that she released against my lips made my dick harden. Enjell’s hand returned to my cheek as she tilted her head and allowed me to slide my tongue into her mouth.

A low hum went from my mouth to hers before I sucked her tongue and pecked her lips.

“Dejvi,” she whispered.

“Hmm?” Sucking her bottom lip, I wrapped my arm around her waist, trying to get her as close as I possibly could.

The ride came to a stop, jerking us forward slightly. Enjell pulled away, mouth parted slightly as she stared at me. As the bar lifted, she stood and quickly made her way over to the table we’d occupied. I thought it was because she was about to regret the kiss, so I was surprised by her words when I made it over to her.

“Do you have anything else planned for the night?”

“Not really. What you tryna get into?”

Enjell pulled her hair behind her ear before twiddling her thumbs. “I’m not promising sex or anything like that. I just… don’t want to be alone. Me and my boyfriend broke up today, and I don’t want to hear I told you so from my sister or parents. I don’t even want to hear my own thoughts.”

That would explain why she’d been so emotional.

“I got you, love. We don’t have to have sex, but I can help you take your mind off things. Or, if you wanted to actually talk about it, so you could process what happened, we can do that too.”

She nodded her agreement, which led to us heading to the parking lot. I walked her to her white Audi A4 and told her I’d swoop around in my car to lead her out. Weren’t too many things going to be open as the night progressed, but we could never go wrong with a bar.

4

Enjell

A bar led to a lounge. When that closed, I dropped my car off at home and rode with Dejvi to a bar up the street. It was close to my favorite coffee shop, Fifer’s Coffee. I told him I went there every day and read my bible before working out and starting my day. We continued to make small talk before starting up a game of pool. I liked that we weren’t talking about anything heavy anymore.

Earlier, I’d told him about everything that happened. He was just as angry as I was, as if his woman had cheated on him too. The empathy made me feel better and so did the reminder that rejection was often God’s protection or redirection. I could admit Gino and I hadn’t been on the same page for a while, and I’d been settling, waiting for that to happen. Now, I was free to live my life the way I wanted and eventually get married and have kids like I’d always wanted to do.

We ended up playing three games of pool that were probably more touchy-feely than they needed to be. I loved feeling his front pressed against my back, the warmth of his breath against my ear, the scent of his cologne invading my nostrils. Every time his large, veiny hand gripped my waist, it made me wonder how it would feel if we were skin to skin.

If he was inside of me.

If we were one.

By the time we left the last bar, I was tipsy but still aware of myself and surroundings. I felt very safe and comfortable with Dejvi, even though we’d just met. The night air felt amazing against my skin as we cruised down the street with the windows down, listening to an old school playlist that I’d need him to Airdrop me before we parted ways. It took about less than five minutes for us to get to my home, and I hated our time together was over. I also hated having to go into this house and think about Gino. What was crazy was, my time with Dejvi didn’t feel like just a distraction—I was genuinely enjoying his presence.

When he pulled into my driveway, I didn’t bother trying to open the door. He’d already scolded me for trying to do so when we first dropped off my car. I’d forgotten what it was like to be out with a gentleman. Gino paid the bills, but when it came to things like opening my door and getting me flowers, that stopped as soon as we got comfortable with each other.

Dejvi made his way around the car and opened the door for me. A soft sigh escaped me as I got out. It was taking everything inside of me not to invite this man in. Earlier, I’d said there would be no sex, but I was starting to change my mind.

“Thank you for tonight, Dejvi.” He took my hand into his and kissed it. “You’ll never understand how much I needed this.”

“It was truly my pleasure, love.”

Leaning against the passenger door, I pulled him with me. “Dejvi?”

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