Page 55 of Divine

“I’m not drinking tonight, D.” I shook my head.

She knew I was her designated driver. I would never play with her life like that.

“Stop being so stiff. You’re sitting over here trying to look mean when you need to be enjoying your night,” she insisted as she sat down to occupy my other side.

“That’s what I was telling him,” Divine’s homegirl mentioned, rubbing my thigh.

“Here, Lee Lee. Take a shot,” Divine insisted, shoving the cup into my hand.

“I’m your designated driver, remember?”

Divine rolled her eyes as she said, “One shot is not going to hurt your big ass.”

“How tall are you anyway?” the friend quizzed, letting her wandering hand find its way to my bicep.

“Six five,” I responded, trying not to sound annoyed.

Not that shorty wasn’t bad as hell. She was high yellow with waves of curls falling past her shoulders. She was a cute girl, and I was sure that even without the gray contacts she had nice eyes. The bra top she wore pushed her titties up like they were being served up for dinner. She had a crazy fat ass that fell from the bottom of her short shorts. I would have fucked her under any other circumstances, but she was at the very least one of Divine’s acquaintances to some capacity. Aside from the fact that I knew better than to shit where I ate, I wasn’t on that tonight.

“Wow! Do you work out?” She simpered.

“When I get a chance.”

“He’s lying, girl. This fool works out almost every single day,” Divine interrupted.

“I can really tell. You look good, Lee Lee,” Divine’s girl stated in a low and sultry tone.

“Nah, baby, that’s exclusive. Only I can call him Lee Lee,” Divine sassed.

The fire dancing behind her eyes caught me by surprise. What was that look? Before I could object, Divine was straddling my lap.

“Well, damn. My bad, girl,” the little friend said before dismissing herself.

“Divine, what are you doing?” I asked, staring her down to keep my eyes from traveling to her titties as they peeked from the low-cut black shirt she chose to wear tonight. The heat between her thick thighs met my dick and had him begging for entrance to her center.

“Just one drink, Liam. You’re so stiff. I need you to loosen up.”

She didn’t know the half.

“Get up, D. Enjoy your girls. I’m just here to make sure you’re safe and that you make it home in one piece.”

Those were the words I said out loud. In my head, I sang the theme song fromThe Fresh Prince of Bel Airas I fought the urge to cup her ass and tongue her down right there on that couch. She didn’t know just how bad I wanted her. She had no idea what a struggle it was to deny myself of what I knew in my heart was rightfully mine every day.

“Take the shot first,” she countered.

“Give it here. Damn,” I fussed.

She didn’t give a damn about my tone. Her cheeks rose, and her lips curved into a smile. As long as I could make her smile, I would do anything. She knew the power she had over me. She had to know. She clapped gleefully as I took the miniature plastic cup and tossed back its contents.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Enjoy your girls, D. Tonight isn’t about me,” I stated.

“I’m ready to go if you are. I just need to make sure they can get home safe.”

“Cool,” I quipped, knowing I was in desperate need of a cold shower.

As Divine swung her leg over to dismount, I closed my eyes and basked in the saccharin scent of her. They could bottle that shit and make perfume for women all over the world. Divine was a walking aphrodisiac.

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