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( CHAPTER TWELVE: I GET AROUND ) May, 1992
❝ pac says he likes you. ❞
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Devon didn't know how he always managed to get himself into these situations. Brash decisions that always seemed to end poorly somehow was becoming his forte at this point. However, as the young dancer sat on Nikki's living room couch with the woman straddling his lap, he didn't think about the possible consequences that would ensue. No, he only kissed her with ferocious hunger, hands caressing the deep valleys of her curves as she leaned forward and kissed him back.
Devon had to admit, he knew that this would happen the second Nikki invited him to her place to hang. At first, Devon was hesitant, admittedly fearful that he was moving at a quicker speed than what was necessary. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare this girl off, but alas he was proven that Nikki wasn't afraid of anything.
Initially, when the two began to passionately kiss the second he arrived, Devon mumbled against her soft lips if she was afraid they were 'moving too fast'. However, Nikki simply shook her head and muttered a quick 'no' before pushing him down on the couch and climbing on top of him. That was certainly one way to get him to shut up.
And now, as Devon's body beamed with excitement, he enthusiastically entertained the thought of what would come next. He hadn't done this is a long time, not when work and his family consumed his life. He needed this desperately, and Nikki was willing to go there with him, even if they only went on a handful of dates.
It made him appreciate the fact that she trusted him enough to already expand their relationship. Or maybe she was just horny, right at that second he couldn't have cared less. As Devon broke away from her warm mouth, he left a hot trail of kisses down her collar bone, and he felt Nikki's body quiver, her arms snaking around his shoulders tightly.
As Devon continued to kiss her skin, his hands travelled further up her skirt, fingers twisted around her laced panties, impatient to yank it off. She let out a whimsical sigh, the noise prompting him to lean up and kiss her again, just the sight of her rustled nest of frizzy hair filling him with carnal excitement.
However, like all good things in this world, it had to come to an abrupt end. Devon's phone started to buzz in his jean pocket, the alarming sound causing for the male's jaw to tense. "Shit," he grunted angrily, momentarily breaking away from the kiss to fish in his pocket for the device. Nikki, however, continued to lay warm kisses along his neck and the side of his face, refusing to let the moment stop, and for that, he was thankful.
As Devon pressed the phone towards his ear, he grumbled into the speaker, "What?!"
