An hour later, Logic pulled up to Shane’s riverfront condo. As soon as he cut the car off, Tyler sent him a text, telling him to stay in the car. Logic frowned at the text, but he didn’t bother responding. He didn’t know what her and the last nigga had going on, but she had him fucked up. Defiantly, Logic exited his truck with his vibrating phone in his hand.
“Yo,” he answered.
“What up doe?” Rahlo greeted.
“What’s good? We got a session or something?”
“Nah, I’m about to throw some shit on the grill and Tay had the pool cleaned out. Come through.”
“Aight, but-”
“Bring the kids,” Rahlo cut him off. He learned early on that Logic didn’t move without his siblings.
“I might have to take a rain check. I’m picking up Ty and she don’t be trying to be around people like that.”
“It’s just us, Czar, and his wife. Bring her.”
“Aight, I’ll see what she wanna do.”
“Cool, I’m about to drop you the details,” Rahlo said before ending the call as Tyler came bouncing out of the door and down the steps.
Logic gazed up at her and fought the urge to adjust his dick. Unlike last time, Tyler was wearing a long black wig that fell down her back and framed her face. He was starting to like her wigs. Every wig came with a different version of her and that shit turned him on. From what he could see, she didn’t have any makeup on, but she wore dark purple lipstick with a shimmer of gold. Tyler was sporting a pair of jogging pants and a cropped tee that showed off her tattoos and pierced navel.
“Pretty ass.” Logic licked his lips, taking her in.
“You see it.” She cockily flung her hair over her shoulder.
“Oh ok, now you got hair and you wanna talk shit.” He tugged at the end of her wig.
“Stop!” She slapped his hand away. “I talk plenty of shit without it.”
“You damn sure do.” Logic pulled her into his arms. “You so fucking soft, man.” His lips brushed across her neck. Tyler fought the urge to moan as he held her like he missed her. She thought the butterflies were a one-time thing, but they weren’t, and this time they were flying from her stomach to the tip of her clit.
“Don’t start humping my leg,” Tyler joked, reluctantly backing out of his embrace. “I thought I told you to stay in the car.”
“Don’t make me hem your pretty ass up against this hot ass truck and melt all that synthetic shit you wearing.” He playfully tugged at her hair again.
“I know you fucking lying.” She hit him in the chest. “This is human hair, nigga. Ain’t shit synthetic about it.”
“Yea, ok.” Logic stepped back to open the door for her. “You ready?”
“Yep. Did you let Thelma and Louis know I'm coming over?”
“Yea, but if you start talking shit, they might stuff yo ass in the closet.” Logic winked before closing the door.
Tyler laughed to herself as he bopped around to the driver’s side. Quickly observing his truck, she nodded her head in approval. It wasn’t the newest truck out, but it was clean, free of ashes, smoke, restaurant cups, and random pieces of trash. The air worked, he had a nice sound system, and a full tank of gas.
He's clean, she thought. Then again, she knew that. Tyler could tell from his bathroom that he was a clean man, and she loved that. There wasn’t a stiff rag or gritty looking toothbrush in sight.
“You hungry?” Logic asked once he rejoined her in the car.
“Yea, are you going to make me one of your famous sandwiches?”
“Nah, I'm going to save that for a later date.” He winked. “Rah is throwing some shit on the grill and I told him we’d possibly come by.”
“Wait, I thought we were going to your house. I don’t want to be around anyone,” Tyler snapped, turning in her seat.
“We still can, but-
