“Push, The, Seat. Back,” he responded.
I raised a brow, but did what he asked. As soon as I did, Love pushed my dress up and pulled my panties to the side and slid two fingers inside of me, making me gasp for air and hold on tight to the door handle.
“Damn baby, you ready for me?” Love asked me.
I let out a slight moan and nodded my head. Love played with my pussy the whole drive home, making me cum over and over again while praising me each time.
When we finally got home, he pulled in front of the garage door and turned off the car.
“Don’t you move,” he said as he hopped out, closing the door behind him.
I watched as he walked around to my side, opened the door, took his shirt off, and tossed it on the ground.
I didn’t question him. I just stared as he took my legs and pulled them out of the car, got on the ground, and at my pussy in the driveway of our house.
In between my eyes rollin up in the back of my head, I looked up at the stars while my hands gripped the back of his braids.
Once he was done, he left my legs shaking as he stood up smiling at me.
“You know? I get what you was sayin?” he said, making me raise my eyebrow again before he continued. “Cussing that bitch did something to me too. It made me glad that I have you.”
Chapter 14
Plotting
My body was finally healed enough, and honestly, it felt good to wake up in my home and not some run-down motel.
I sat on Kronic’s porch for a few days, ran my money up, got bills in my house paid, got me a cut, and my locs twisted. I was feeling okay, but what would make me feel better would be taking Islah and her nigga down.
I thought about it for a while being back in my city.
She made a fool of me.
She let that nigga make a fool of me, and because of that, I couldn’t let up off either of them.
If she didn’t want me back, that was okay, but I be damned if I let them go off being happy.
I was out my house early. I still wasn’t used to staying in that big ass house alone yet and wasn’t trying to get used to it.
I locked the door behind me and walked down my steps with a duffle bag in my hand. I had already paid Kronic back from what he fronted me, but it was time to re-up.
The sun was already beating me down as I got into my car with no breeze in the air. I cracked the AC up as I pulled down my long ass driveway.
I used to move different when I was in a better space with her. Now everything felt like damage control.
I gripped the steering wheel a lil’ tighter as I eased through the streets, the AC hitting me directly in my face but not doing nothing for what was really hot in me.
The silence in the car felt louder than anything outside, giving me time to think.
I wasn’t thinking about starting problems.
I was thinking about finishing them and having the bread to do so.
By the time I pulled up around Kronic’s way, he was already outside like usual, like he didn’t believe in wasting motion when it came down to business.
He looked at the duffle once, then at my face, like he was trying to see how I was moving.
“You straight?” he asked.
