Page 58 of Devanté
I cleared my throat of the nerves collecting and made my way to the foyer, ignoring Devin’s questions about who was at the door. His words hit my back and slid down to the floor as I opened the door.
Devanté stood there fine as fuck, dipped in midnight with eyes that offered everything I always wanted. Things I never knew I needed. He pushed his hand out toward me, handing me a cup of Starbucks and I smiled gratefully. I needed all the caffeine I could get.
“Yo, Blake, who the fuck is…” Devin stepped around me and came face to face with Devanté. Something I never thought would happen. “Devanté Morgan?” He sounded utterly confused. “What the fuck is the model dude doing here? This is who you called?” He turned to look at me with flared nostrils and rage blossoming in his eyes. It was dark and moody. It intensified the energy circling between the three of us.
“Yeah, she called me. Is there a problem?” Devanté’s deep voice was a red cape in front of an angry bull. He took one long-legged step forward and looked down at Devin. I knew it burned him up to have to tilt his head back to look into Devanté’s demanding eyes.
“You can leave. This is me and my girl’s house. I don’t know where you came from or what you have to do with anything but this ain’t about you.”
“Your girl?” Devanté said, smoothing a hand over his chin. “You sure about that?”
I took a sip of coffee before stepping between the two men. “Devin, mind your business. We’re no longer together. You’re squatting at my house.”
“Squatting? You need him out, Blake?” Devanté asked. Even though his energy was calm, I knew I was one of the things he’d fight for.
“No, I just need to talk to you.” I slipped my hand against his and threaded our fingers together. He gave me a quick squeeze and it made everything settle in my chest. It made me realize how much I’d missed him in my life. He used to be my constant when we were younger. I went to him when I needed to set down my burdens. His stream of peaceful energy always soothed my tattered soul. Not much had changed even though we hadn’t spoken in eight years.
“Come on,” I said pulling him away from the chest-to-chest standoff he was involved in with Devin.
“You’re bringing this motherfucker in our house? You’re crazy disrespectful right now!” Devin shouted after us. Every time Devanté tried to pull away from me to address my ex, I squeezed his hand and tugged him forward.
We went upstairs to my bedroom where I slammed and locked the door behind us. I sat the coffee down and rubbed my temples in circles. “I’m so sorry, Devanté. I’m not trying to bring you into my drama. I should have talked to you on the phone.”
“You think I’m worried about Devin?” He chuckled, sitting on the bed like he’d lived in my house forever. His presence streaked the air with royalty.
He sat with a straight back and broad square shoulders. His crop of tightly coiled ebony curls grew from his head like a crown of excellence. His long, strong legs were opened into a wide V that called to me. I wanted to kneel between his thighs and take his dick into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat.
Focus, Blake.
“Did you break up with him?” Devanté asked, snapping me out of my fantasy.
“Yeah. I broke up with him officially when I got home. Nothing felt right and I knew we wouldn’t come out on the other end of four weeks repaired like nothing ever happened.” I pushed my fingers through thick black hair and let it fall around my shoulders. “He’s not taking it well, needless to say.” I took another long sip of warm coffee and shut my eyes as it delivered a shot of energy to my bloodstream.
“He didn’t hurt you, did he? Because I will break his fucking jaw, Blake.” Fury stretched across his onyx pools like inky vines, consuming him.
“No. He tried to hurt my feelings by calling me fat and pretty much telling me nobody other than him would want me. Classic manipulative, abusive bullshit.” Devanté shook his head and stood up, towering over me with not only his height but his warmth.
He cupped my cheek and smoothed his thumb over my skin. Back and forth until goosebumps took over my arms and shoulders, inching up my neck like sweet smoke.
“You know he’s wrong, right? I know you’re damn near indestructible but words still hurt.”
“I know. Devin doesn’t define my worth. He never has and he never will. Now that I see what a fuck-boy he is, I’m questioning my intelligence though. How did I end up with someone like him?”
“Because you were so busy running from me that you ran into the wrong man.” His long fingers curled under my chin, tipping my parted lips to his. He leaned down and kissed my coffee splashed lips with his tongue first then he swept inside my mouth teasing me with minty kisses.
When he dropped to my neck, kissing and nibbling. My stomach squeezed. “Devanté, we shouldn’t. Not while Devin is in here…he’s probably listening at the door.”
Devanté lifted his thick, dark brows and eyed me with insolence dancing across his galaxy-hued eyes. The way he looked at me melted my blood. Boiled it down to something syrupy and thick that crawled through my veins giving me doses of sugar and heat.
“We shouldn’t?” He asked, still dangerously close to my mouth. “Can you clarify for me, Miss Remington? We shouldn’t kiss like this…” He moved in for a kiss but I drew my head back, making him do that arrogant chuckle that scorched my insides.
He went in for another kiss, this time gripping the back of my neck so I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. His kiss was rich, dark chocolate melting against my tongue and flooding my taste buds.
“No, we shouldn’t kiss like that,” I said, taking a big step away from him. I needed to think clearly. I knew I should have just called Noa. She wouldn’t have clouded my mind with heroin kisses too addictive to turn down.
“Got it. Well, can I touch you like this?” His big hand cupped my breast through my shirt, finding and rolling my stiff nipple between his fingers until my back arched. I was glad there was music playing in the background or else every gasp and moan I let out would have been heard clear as a bell.
I took another step back until I was pressed against the bedroom door. Devanté walked over to me and rolled his bottom lip between his perfect white teeth.
