She slid into the passenger seat, limbs loose and floaty.
The Cadillac rumbled awake, the dashboard glowing a soft yellow.
Meadow put her feet on the seat and turned toward him. “You’re bossy,” she mumbled.
“You’re fine as fuck,” he countered, sucking his teeth like she’d left something behind that he needed to savor.
She giggled- high-pitched and unfiltered. “You think I’m fine?”
“I think you’re dangerous,” he teased. “Look at you… grinnin’ like that.”
She stretched her foot out and poked his thigh. “Look atyou…actin’ like you don’t wanna bite me.”
He gripped the wheel tighter. “Don’t play with me, baby.”
“I’m not,” she teased, leaning back, “I’m invitin’ you to the best party in town.”
He exhaled through his nose, a quiet, frustrated laugh. “You real flirty tonight.”
“You real fine tonight,” she shot back.
He glanced at her thighs. “You gon’ make me crash this car.”
“Not before I get to feel you inside of me,” Meadow purred.
Zaire laughed. “Just chill, baby…”
She pouted as they rode in silence. There was no L.A. playlist this time. Just a quiet car that was thick with lust and something that was desperately trying to break through the surface.
They pulled into the driveway. The porch light glowed softly. Ray’s old truck sat in the driveway and the sound of crickets pierced the silence.
Zaire got out, came around to her side. “C’mon.”
Meadow tried to stand. Her legs disagreed. “I’m good,” she giggled, failing to take a full step.
“Girl!” He turned around and crouched down. “Get on.”
She blinked. “On your back?”
“Yeah.”
“I am thick, baby…” she slurred. “You might can’t carry me.”
He looked over his shoulder, eyes heavy with something between humor and hunger.
“Shit…I’m startin’ to think I was created to carry you.”
Her stomach flipped so hard she grabbed his shoulders immediately, wrapping her legs around his waist
He lifted her like it was nothing…like she weighed air…like her whole body belonged there.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, cheek against his shoulder. “You smell good,” she hiccupped.
“Stop whispering in my ear,” he muttered. “You gon’ get me in trouble.”
“You want trouble?”
He swallowed. “Not when you can’t stand straight.”
