Page 27 of Smoke

“Mmm…” she moaned.

My dick twitched at the sound of that, forcing me to adjust myself.

“That hit the spot,” she said as she swallowed. “All I needed was some ranch.”

“You gon’ fuck around and have the bubble guts. Baby girl is about to be mad as hell.”

She laughed. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll give it fifteen minutes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Put something on,” she said, motioning to the TV.

I flipped through until I settled onDead Presidentsand relaxed into the couch. The sound of Romi crunching on that damn pickle could be heard over the movie. She was fucking it up until the last bite. I heard the bubbling of her stomach. She set the food down and sat up straight. When her hand flew to her mouth, I knew I’d been right. Standing from the couch, I helpedher up. She immediately sprinted to the bathroom and slammed the door.

I shook my head as I listened to her throwing her guts up before opening the door and going into the bathroom. While she threw up everything she’d just eaten, I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under some warm water. Beside me, Romi flushed the toilet and sat on it, trying to catch her breath.

“I’m not gonna say I told yo’ ass,” I said, squatting in front of her.

“Shut up,” she mumbled.

I chuckled as I cupped her chin and gently wiped her face. I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she was. She peered up at me with those captivating eyes that screamed how innocent she was. She said she could curse like a sailor, but her vibe gave good girl. Funny, sweet, and could probably raise hell, but a good girl.

“You feel better?” I asked.

She nodded. “I need mouthwash,” she said faintly.

I stood and helped her to her feet. After moving out of her way, she opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed the mouthwash. Once she was done rinsing her mouth out, she shut off the light, and we headed back into the living room. I took a seat on the couch and guided her to the spot next to me before placing a pillow in my lap.

“Come on and lay your ass down so we can watch this movie.”

“You’re bossy as hell, you know that?”

I didn’t even say anything because she made the comment as she made herself comfortable with her head in my lap. We settled into the movie once again as comfortable silence fell between us. I smirked to myself. I really gave up sliding in some wet ass pussy to be here.

Ironically, I was okay with that.

The soundof a phone going off jolted me from my sleep. I realized I was still on the couch. Slowly, I sat up, only to realize that Devin was still here. His phone was going off, yet he was knocked out. I took a moment to take him in. God, this man was so damn fine.

It was never a plan for him to stay over. After my embarrassing trip to the bathroom to spew my guts last night, we’d settled on the couch and watched a couple of movies while we got to know each other a little better. I actually enjoyed his company, just like I had at the wedding reception.

I wasn’t sure what it was about him that made me so comfortable, but I felt safe with him. Maybe it was his size or knowing the family he came from. Whatever it was, it gave me peace. After what I’d been dealing with involving Patrick, I needed peace and the distraction.

“Devin,” I said, shaking him. “Devin, wake up.”

He stirred, and his eyes fluttered open. His head turned to mine, and he leaned over to kiss my forehead before grabbing the phone.

“What, nigga?”

I shook my head at the way he answered the phone. Deciding to give him some privacy, I went to stand to go to the kitchen to get something to drink. I was surprised as he pulled me down onto his lap. He peered at me with lustful eyes as he licked his lips.

“Where you going?” he asked in a low, gruff voice.

“I—I um… I was just going to get a drink.”

“A’ight.” He released me, and I got up. “Nigga, don’t worry about where the hell I am. You in my business.”

I giggled as I retreated to the kitchen. I needed that cold glass of orange juice to calm me down. Devin Dillinger was dangerous. My inhibitions around him got weaker with every exchange, and I wasn’t in a position to let him have me in different positions.

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