“You’re too fine to be a Lionel. Oh my god, how do you even moan that?” Tyler laughed. “Ummm, right there, Lionellllll?” she cooed before laughing again.
“How much you wanna bet I can make you scream that shit and love it?” Logic licked his lips, bringing her laughter to a halt. “Baby girl, when your legs are behind your ears and I’m deep in that pussy, my name could be Bartholomew and you’re still gonna sing that shit at the top of your lungs.” He handed the clipboard back to the clerk, who kept staring at Tyler like she knew her from somewhere but couldn’t put her finger on it.
Following the signs to the locker room, Logic stepped inside, and Tyler followed.
“Oh my god,” she giggled, obliviously buzzed. “We gotta wear this?” She pointed at the big white suit.
“Them shits are ugly ass fuck,” Logic chuckled. “But if you not trying to lose a limb, then yea. Put it on.”
“Can you help me?” Tyler pouted, sticking her lip out.
“Yea, sit down.” Logic pointed to the bench.
Doing as she was told, Tyler sat on the bench and watched him grab the suit. Placing it next to her, Logic kneeled and lifted her feet, placing them in his lap to remove her shoes.
“You better be happy yo feet don’t stank,” he teased, placing her shoe to his nose.
“You are gross,” Tyler laughed. “Why would you smell my shoe?”
“Just making sure.”
“I bet you were one of them kids who smelled people's seats when they stood up.”
“Don’t play with me.” Logic pulled her big toe.
“Ok, ok,” she giggled.
Dropping her feet, he grabbed the thick overalls and slipped them over her ankles.
“Stand up.”
Holding onto his shoulders, Tyler stood up and held her breath as he rolled the overalls up her legs and over her hips. The gesture shouldn’t have been sexual, but it was. His hands on her body was very sexual.
“Why you looking at me like that?” Logic asked, slipping the straps on her shoulders.
“Like what?”
“Like you like me,” he answered with a big grin.
“You alright.” Tyler rolled her eyes as he tightened the straps.
“I know I am.” Logic stole a kiss before he put the vest over her head. “Sit down.”
Retaking her seat, Tyler sat on the bench and stared at Logic as he removed a box of Timberland boots from the bag he brought. Loosening the laces, he slipped one on her foot, tightened it up, and then did the other.
“You are very nurturing. I can see why the piranhas cling to you,” Tyler observed as he made sure her ankles were secure.
“Just trying to make sure you straight.” He winked. “Can you put on your helmet and goggles, or you need me to do that too?”
“I guess I can manage,” Tyler teased, standing to her feet.
As silly as she looked, Tyler still glossed her lips and snapped a couple of pictures of herself in the full-length mirror that clung to the back of the door. Picking up the sledgehammer, she placed it over her shoulder and took a couple more pictures.
“Get me,” Logic called out.
He was standing on the other side of her with his foot on the bench and a hammer in both hands.
“Oh my god, we look crazy,” Tyler laughed loudly. “Come here,” she beckoned.
