While Doom took care of my lights, I took care of our food. Everything took less than half an hour, which meant we were at my kitchen island with pizza and beer eating under bright lights and laughing at the look of horror on the pizza guy’s face when Doom had threatened to introduce his face to the pavement.
“I really shouldn’t laugh,” I said. “He was young and he was trying to flirt.”
“He was a classic predator, preyin’ on what I’m sure he hoped was a single woman alone.”
“Wow, you sound like Harmony.”
“Yeah, well, she would know.” He took a swig of beer, then met my eyes. “You need to be careful, Angel.”
“I am, Doom. Promise.” I leaned my chin in my palm. “Why do you call me Angel?”
His mouth twitched. “Got my reasons.”
“Okay.” I rolled my eyes. “So, you used to be a firefighter and now you own a body shop, right?”
“You really didn’t read that file, did you?”
“I told you I didn’t.”
“A lot of people tell me lots of things, Lyric. Don’t mean they’re not lyin’.”
“I will never lie to you, Lincoln. I might not always be able to tell you things, for obvious reasons, but I’ll never lie.”
He cocked his head. “Crazy as this sounds, but I believe you.”
“So,” I prodded. “Firefighter…”
“Ah, yeah, was a firefighter. Decided I didn’t want to do it anymore. Opened a body shop next to Alamo’s. He’s a mechanic.”
“Don’t you need training?”
He stared at me for a few seconds and I stared back.
“I’m not asking for your heart’s secrets, Lincoln. I’m trying to get to know the man who’s shoving his incredibly large dick inside my vagina.”
He dropped his head back and laughed and I swear, said vagina tingled with need.
“Okay, let me see.” He wiped his mouth and tapped his fingers on the kitchen island. “I’ve always tinkered with cars. My uncle was a mechanic and he taught me to fix pretty much everything, but I was that artsy kid who painted and shit, so he helped me focus on the body side of it. My dad does construction and I worked construction with him most summers. It was a chance to get out of the house and spend time with him. On weekends, I’d work with my uncle. Then, senior year, a friend’s house burned down, everyone was okay, but he and I were jacked up on adrenaline and the need to be heroes, so we decided to go into the fire academy together. I worked with my dad on my days off helping my friend’s family rebuild the house, then I worked for the fire department until… well, until I was done and now I do this.”
“Are you and your dad still close?”
“Story time’s over,” he said, sliding off his stool. “Now it’s time for me to shove my incredibly large dick into your already wet pussy.”
“You don’t know it’s already wet.”
“Oh, it’s already wet.”
He helped me up the stairs and kissed me as he removed my clothes, lifting me gently onto the bed. “Can’t wait for you to get that boot off, Angel.”
“You and me both, bud.”
He helped position my leg over the pillows and made sure I was comfortable. “Yeah, but I bet not for the same reasons.”
I raised an eyebrow as he removed his clothes. “Do tell.”
“I’m ready to fuck you in all manner of different positions.”
I shivered. “Doom! Why do you say things like that when there’s nothing you can do about them? It’s mean. Nay, it’s bordering on cruel and unusual punishment.”
