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Three years ago
Tegyn
The phone rangand I jumped to answer it, even though it was three in the morning. I knew it would be DeSean, who everyone called D. Even as I pushed the button to answer, I was pulling my teal bathrobe over my jammies comprised of tiny black shorts with a silver Jolly Roger on the butt, and a tight white racerback tank.
“Hey,” I began breathlessly, certain the smile was evident in my voice.
“Hey, baby,” he murmured into the phone.
I shivered as his voice caressed me in unexpected ways. After all, I thought I’d never get over Trent, who I’d dated for a year and a half until his inability to commit ended us. “Hey,” I murmured again, momentarily forgetting I’d said that already.
Obviously, D realized my mistake as he chuckled. “So, I was hoping for a goodnight kiss on the way home…”
Without hesitation, I grinned and channeled my sexy side. “Come get it,” I murmured in my most seductive tone. Then I giggled as I ended the call.
We’d only been dating for three weeks, but he’d already made it a habit to contact me on his way home from his security gig at the club and even to stop by for the occasional kiss and heavy petting session on weekends. In turn, I had taken to sleeping with the phone so I wouldn’t miss one single moment, one sweet word.
Bounding from the bedroom of the apartment, I rushed past the kitchen, through the living room, and straight for the door. Despite his constant warnings, I didn’t even look through the peephole before unlocking both deadbolts and throwing the door wide open. Sure enough, he was standing there, looking dark and handsome. He wasn’t more than five feet eight inches tall, so I never thought of him as being particularly huge.
“Babe,” he began with a frown, “how many times have I told you to always check before you open the door?”
Already, I was on him, planting my mouth on his welcoming full lips, my hands on his face drawing him closer, into the apartment before I froze outside in the February cold. “Every time,” I admitted playfully when I paused in between kisses.
His hands were on me, wrapping my bathrobe tightly, glancing around before he entered and locked the door behind us. “If anything happened to you…” He bit his lower lip and shook his head sadly while moving straight to the couch to settle in.
“Nothing will,” I said with a shrug. “I have you to keep me safe and grounded.”
Collapsing on the couch, I straddled him, opening my robe as I settled myself on his lap. Pressing against him with obvious intent. It only took a moment of rubbing against him before I had him good and hard, which made my perch all the more comfortable in the best of ways. Seconds later, his holster and gun had dropped onto the floor in an angry metallic thud. His cold hands had found their way under my tank. D smiled just a little when I shivered at his touch. “Too cold?” he asked playfully as he teased my nipples. “I’ll warm them up.” D cupped my breasts and stared into my eyes with his dark chocolate ones.
We had barely begun kissing when his phone rang. I studied his reaction as he looked at it. “Wife?” I asked, quietly. Though he claimed he was getting a divorce, it wasn’t final yet.
With a grin, he replied, “No, Tommy.” A moment later, he set the phone aside and added, “Okay, same thing, I suppose.” His hands slid around my waist and he asked, “Now where were we?” Just as he leaned in to kiss me again, the phone rang once more. Lifting it so we could both see it was Tommy again, he frowned. “Babe, I guess I gotta take this.”
Sadly, I slid off his lap. Seconds later, he stood, collected his gun, and strode toward the door with the phone to his ear. Following him out, I half expected him to just walk away, but instead, he surprised me.
“Tommy, hang on. This is important.” Then he placed the call on hold and turned to face me. “Tomorrow night I’m working. Sorry, I can’t spend Valentine’s Day with you, but I’ll call, and we’ll go out one night next week.”
I nodded. It didn’t matter. I had grown used to not celebrating holidays. That’s what dating Trent had been like. Now, I had D, who treated me like gold...maybe platinum even.
Our last kiss...was toe-curling. Somehow, I would have to try to sleep despite the fire burning inside me he hadn’t had time to quench.
DeSean
There wassomething sad about the way the door closed. I wanted to be with Tegyn. Shoot, I’d wanted to be with her from the first moment we met. I’ll never forget it. I was working undercover security at a popular local mall. She was running a travel agency in the building. As I made my rounds, we’d smile at each other. Things were ugly at home, so having someone smile at me instead of argue and fight seemed pretty nice. Not only that, but her teeth were perfect and she really looked at me. Her whole face lit up when I walked by. That girl had me before we even said hello to each other.
The first time we spoke was one afternoon when I found her standing at the exit, ready to leave. “What are you doing here, buddy?” I asked, trying to sound casual when actually being this close to her had my heart racing.
“It’s raining. Hard.” She laughed. “I’m just trying to work up the nerve to get wet.”
“Where’s your umbrella?” I frowned. I knew I didn’t have one. I wondered if we had a spare laying around in the security office that I could lend her.
She lifted her hands up. “Oh no. The south has made me soft enough. I’m not going to start carrying an umbrella. That’s like surrendering and completely wimping out.” She ended with a smirk.
“What’s your name, buddy?” I felt stupid asking like that. After all, it’s not like I had offered her my name. She was watching me, probably trying to decide if I was some serial killer or something. “I mean, I’m DeSean, but everyone calls me D.” Then I shrugged, feeling like a complete ass.
Her head tilted. She had short hair that she wore chin length around her face, slightly shorter in the back, and I wanted to feel it. I’d only ever dated black women, only married a black woman, and this was the first time a white woman had even caught my eye. Something told me if I got to know her, she’d catch my whole heart.