Page 41 of Pretty and Loco

I stepped on the gas, and it slung her backward.

“Careful with me; this is precious cargo.” She joked.

I turned toward her with a puzzled expression.

“Where am I dropping you off? You need to go home, and I’m not driving you over two hours.”

“I am home, Rocko. I moved closer two weeks ago. I live in Sunnyvale.”

“You’re crazy as fuck, man.”

She slowly started to take off her shoes; I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I don’t know if she wanted to fight or what, but I wasn’t in the mood.

She got on her knees in the seat, leaned over the console of my truck, and kissed my jaw.

“Leah, chill…” I pushed her back.

“No,” she said as she reached over and rubbed my dick through the material of my pants. Lil nigga got hard within seconds.

“Rocko…”

“Man, chill!” I raised my voice. It was something I never did. “Tell me where the fuck to go before I put you out on the side of the road.” I snapped.

She looked like I had slapped her or like she was about to slap me. Then she sat down in the seat with an attitude and tapped the screen inside my truck so that the light turned on. Then she went to the GPS and entered an address. The GPS said that it was 12 minutes away.

I kept my eye on the map the entire time. Counting down the minutes until she was out of my truck. Three minutes remained when she finally said something.

“Rocko…”

“Leah, stop talking to me, man.”

“No.” She fired back.

Despite my agitation, she kept talking.

“I miss you, and I’m sorry. Sometimes I don’t react the best when I feel like my feelings have been played with.” She rasped.

“Don’t react the best? Leah, you’ve been breaking into my fucking house and listening to all my conversations. That’s way more than overreacting.”

“Tomato, tomahto.”

My head whipped toward her, and she shrugged innocently.

When the GPS said I had arrived, I pulled into the driveway and put the truck in park.

“My bad if you thought I was playing with you. But you had my whole family thinking I got a child on the way. This shit has got to stop. They’re going to have a field day with your ass in Santa Clara Jail. I promise you.”

By now, she was on her knees again in the truck seat, that same smirk on her face.

“You don’t mean that, Rocko. If you were going to put me in jail, I would already be there.” She said, peppering kisses over the side of my face.

“Leah,” I warned her.

“Leah, what, Rocko?” She asked between kisses. “Chill?” She taunted me with a laugh, and her hand snaked across the seat for the second time.

I grabbed her by her neck and squeezed it. I wanted to shake her ass, but instead, the moan that she let out and the way she bit her lip let me know her psychotic ass was turned on by it.

She leaned forward, swiped the tip of her tongue across my lips, and laughed.