When the Smoke Clears (Interracial Firefighter Romance) (28 page)

Mommy just doesn’t take her time to open her legs and let the cool guy eat her out. Damn he’s a master with his tongue.

“Are you going to marry him?”

“Really? I just said it takes a minute, dude.” I grabbed the pillow and hit him with it.

Richard laughed. “Are you going to have babies with him?”

“That’s it!” I hit him some more as he doubled over in laughter. “You’re done, buddy. Now, you’ve crossed the line.”

I slung the pillow at him and moved away.

“Mommy,” Rich called after me.

“Yes.”

“I really like Lorenzo. He’s awesome.”

“Cool.”

“Like a superhero!”

“Uh, okay.”

“He’s probably the coolest person that I know.”

“Eh! Mommy is cool, too.”

“Kind of. But Lorenzo is like the definition of cool.”

“Oh just start a freaking fan club!” I walked down the hall.

Sure, he stops fires, but I can write a paragraph that would make him come before he got to the last period. Yes! That’s right. I’m a bad bitch, too. What am I afraid of? Conquer that fear!

Rich interrupted my thoughts. “Mom, could you get me some cake, too?”

“Naw, have your superhero fire guy do it.”

His laughter spilled out of the room.

Damn this is a good day.

I sang in the kitchen. “I made some tea, I’m gonna put some suga in it.”

“Oh baby, I made some tea.” I bopped my hips and raised my voice loud and proud. “Oh yeah! I’m gonna put some suga in it.”

My son scared the shit out of me. “Mom?”

The bag of sugar fell from my hands and spilled all over the floor. “What the hell, Rich?”

“What are you singing?” he giggled.

“A song I made up.”

“It does sound like you made it up.” He handed me my phone. “It’s Auntie Samantha. I’ll sweep up the sugar, Mommy.”

“You rock, Rich.” I grabbed the phone and put it to my ear. “Shello.”

“Shello?” she asked.

“It’s a shiny hello.”

“Alrighty.”

I stirred my cup of tea. “And how was your day-ee-ya?”

“Interesting.” Sam giggled. “Someone got laid.”

I sang back, “None of your business.”

“It was the fireman. Oh my god! You had sex with a fire hottie. Tell me. Does your body still burn? Are you on fire as we speak? Did he douse you with his big hose! Did you ride him in the fire truck? Did he blow your siren and ring your bell—”

“Oh, God. This is why I didn’t call you about it yesterday and No. We didn’t go all the way.”

“All the way?” Disgust sounded on her voice. “What is this a
Grease
musical. Did you hook up or not?”

“Tiny ears are around me, and no. I did not, but I still had a nice finish.”

“Nice finish? What does that mean?”

I grabbed Rich’s slice of cake. “It means the nice man gave, instead of received.”

“And what did he give?” Sam asked.

I watched Rich dump the dust pan’s contents into the trash can and head away. “He gave wet things.”

“So wet things like. . .oh hell did he go oral?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said.

“Oh, you very bad girl.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Was it good?”

“The best I’ve ever had.”

“Damn.”

I cleared my throat. “Now goodbye. I’m doing my hair, hurrying to shower, and hoping to get a little bit of writing in before our date.”

“What?! Date? You have a date? Wait a minute!! Did you say writing? What are you writing?”

“A novel about a witch and a demon.”

“Is it romance or erotica?”

“We’ll see after tonight.” I hung up the phone before she could ask any more questions.

Not able to leave it alone, she texted me.

Sam:
Maybe you should consider writing a fire fighter romance too.

Me:
Maybe, I should.

Sam:
Maybe, you should see that fire fighter again and do some research.

Me:
Maybe, I should.

Sam:
My bank account just had an orgasm.

Me:
By the way, get rid of Mama Ganga, please. I’m healed and besides, she gave me a date rape drug.

Sam:
What the hell?

She tried to call me several times after that text, but I didn’t have the time. Laughing, I shook my head and headed back to the office with a cup of hot raspberry tea and a huge slice of chocolate cake for my little one.

It was time to return to Luna and her demon.

“And our hearts are the victory.”

High off the demon’s seduction, Luna opened her eyes and then her legs. “Come to me.”

The demon soured down on her. His silver horns sparkled in the moon’s glow. Huge, yet soft as silk, his black skin smoothed against her hungry body.

“So sweet.” He grasped her breasts and pinched Luna’s nipples, over and over, flickering the points with his thumb. “I’ve dreamed of this moment more than you’ve laid in your bed wet for me.”

But poor Luna had no honeyed reply. All she could whisper was, “Don’t stop touching me.”

It was something about the rough feel of his skin against her. With blazing red eyes, he moaned against her mouth and consumed her essence. It was something about the way he gently squeezed those nipples and looked at Luna with such hunger, licking his lips and biting down on that bottom lip’s fullness.

He toyed with her nipples. Played longer than he should. Until she came close to exploding all over his fingers that had now begun thrusting and slipping between her folds.

“Heaven, help me!”

“It’s too late for that, my little witch.”

And she knew it to be true. The demon had her just the way he yearned. There would be no letting go. No release from his passion. No other man would be able to compare to him. Too much power radiated from his flesh. Too much hunger.

Her nipples tingled and energy poured erotic waves into her body. Nature became unbalanced while they made love within the deadened fire circle. Magic surged around them. Lightning struck and thunder crackled off in the distance. Ocean waves crashed against cliffs.

Nothing would ever be the same.

“After tonight, there will be no escape from me.” He paused and stared into her eyes. “Do you understand?”

“Do I have a choice? Can I walk away right now?”

His body vibrated over her. “No, my little witch. You can’t. I want you too much.”

“Every night, I will come for you, and I will drain you.” He cupped Luna’s breasts in his hands like he was weighing their quality and loving every second of it. “You’ll know no other being, but me. You’re mine to do with, in any way.”

And then he returned back to her nipples and her pussy grew slick and tight, readying itself for him. “You’re mine to lick and mine to rub my hard cock all over.”

He nibbled a hot trail up her neck and she shook, craving him even more. “No one else can have you.”

A moan ripped from her throat.

“Oh, little witch. I’m going to make you say so many things.”

“Don’t stop,” Luna whispered.

“I don’t think I could with you.”

“Show me.”

“Hmmmm.” He lowered his mouth to one nipple and lapped a lusty circle around it. And then he spread her open with his hands, diving his fingers into her pussy and driving her wild. They slid all the way into her. Deeper and far beyond any normal human could. They penetrated her soul.

Bright light danced across her eyes. His whole past played out in front of her. He’d been a witch, like her, long ago in ancient times. He had dark black skin, a beautiful face, and a gorgeous muscled body. Naked and crying, he sat in the middle of his own circle among flames, screaming to the sky for something.

But no one came, except the devil. His leather red form prowled along Luna’s gaze as she watched the film of her demon’s life. Fear crept into her heart as the Devil took steps toward him. He stood on large, black hooves. Smoke pushed out of his massive nostrils. And then the Devil did something unexpected, he raised his hands above them both. The air sparkled in front of them. An image appeared within the darkness.

Shaking, Luna squinted further into this magical view. There, in the Devil’s hands, stood an image of Luna.

“No!” she screamed and tried to get away from the vision, but the demon’s fingers remained inside of her, and with each flick of his fingers against her clit, the view became clearer and clearer.

The Devil’s words roared loud in Luna’s head. “Give your soul to me for one hundred years and I will make you into something so powerful that you will find the one that will truly complete you. I will give you your soul mate.”

In Luna’s head, her demon fell on his knees in front of the Devil. That hooved beast pushed sharp claws out of his fingertips and dug them into her poor demon’s sides.

“No!” Tears fell from her eyes as she watched him undergo much pain—his flesh ripping apart and then resewing into new skin, his skull breaking away and reforming with sprouting horns, his soul leaving his body and nothing remaining. “No!” Luna cried again.

Her demon’s smooth voice danced in her head while he spoke to the devil. “What is her name, Master?”

And the Devil said, “Luna.”

The image disappeared. Her demon continued his work, playing her pussy like a piano. His fingers were talented. So slick and wet. She rode the vibrations and reveled in them. Her body grew more sensitive than ever. Anything could’ve rubbed against her skin causing her to come, hard.

“Now do you understand, my little witch?” he whispered. “Now do you see why I’ll never let you go?”

“Yes.” Wetness dripped down from her thighs. Lapping at her nipples some more, he grabbed her ass, lifted her body into the air, and pumped hard into her.

“You’re mine, Luna. All mine.” He pounded. “Mine! Mine!”

“Oh!”

“I’ve given my soul just to taste your flesh. Just to hold you. I threw it all away.”

“I know.”

“We belong together.”

“Yes.”

“We are the victory.”

“Yes.”

And they made love well into dawn, before disappearing off into darkness to make love several more times.

No one saw Luna again. Relatives from far and near arrived to investigate. They conjured locator spells, but none guided them to anything but a small patch of beach, where there were remnants of something odd having occurred nights ago.

A large black circle etched in the sand. Tourists and scientists had come from all over to marvel at the strange incident. No matter what was done to the area, the circle remained. No water could wipe the black away. No sand could cover over the area without it blackening to complete the circle again.

The circle stayed and served as the only way Luna’s loved ones could memorialize her life.

Chapter 20

Lorenzo

T
he
sun layered the sky in dark violet lines that tipped with gold. It was a perfect view for a perfect date. We lay on the beach among powder white sand. The ocean rippled in the warm breeze.

Lit candles surround us in a huge circle. The fire circle had Kassie doubling over with laughter for about ten minutes. It had taken her forever to gain control and finally tell me about her story. Then, it all made sense and I was grateful that I hadn’t made a fool out of myself.

We feasted. I’d made the entire meal an hour before—a platter of various imported cheeses and meats, exotic fruit salad, chocolates and tiny cakes, a mug of hot tea and even a lovely bottle of wine.

“I’m glad the demon got some.”

“He deserved it.” Kassie took in the flowers all around her. I hadn’t been sure if she was a rose girl or preferred something different, so I got as many bouquets as I could—daisies and sunflowers, lilies and violets. “You’re amazing.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, and you’re perfect.”

“Wow. I’ve gotten you drunk.” I took out the wine and filled her glass up some more. “Feel free to continue sipping and stroking my ego.”

She had on this damn dress that wouldn’t let me remain gentlemanly. It was a beautiful sundress—pale blue like the sky and fanning out into white toward the legs. The soft material danced around her hips as she walked. In the front, the fabric clung at her breasts, but barely. I swore they were close to coming out of that dress a few times.

God, I hope she has some extra clothes in her car. That dress isn’t going to make it under my fingers.

Kassie widened her eyes at me. “Lorenzo?”

I shook away the vision of me tearing the dress apart. “Yes.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“You’ll find out later, Brown Sugar. Are you enjoying yourself? There’s a comment box at the end of the date. Please help me by filling the small card out and then inserting it into the box.”