Breakin Me Lovin Me

16

"Where we going, sir?" I ask again.

"You trust me?"

"I don't know at this point cause yo ass actin suspicious and I'm not going for all dat." I said looking him dead in his eyes. "I may be pregnant but I can still choke a nigga to death and cut off yo friend down there, so don't try me."

"Girl I'm not about to do anything to yo scary ass."

"You never know, you can kill me and I'll be dead in a ditch. Tsk and who the fuck scared? Not I."

"A'ight. Keep talking yo lips might get cut off first."

"By who? Slender Man? Or spiderman? Let's try the joker. Oh no, that can't be right how bout this nigga named Marcel that's scary as fuck and he can't get laid for shit. Who's your choice?"

"A'ight, you gotta smart ass mouth."

"Thank you! I know I'm smart and of course, I have a mouth. Good job! Didn't think you knew that one."

He just shakes his head and laughs. I chuckle with him.

"But all jokes aside. Where are we going?"

"Still not telling you. So you mind as well stop asking."

I just huff.

Not 5 seconds later I'm talking again.

"I'm hungry."

No response. So I try again.

"I'm very hungry."

No response.

"Nigga, I know you hear me talking to you! You not deaf!"

"Oh, you said something? I don't speak sarcasm."

"Okay. alright. I got you." I say nodding my head.

"Girl I'm playing with you. We going to get some food now." He says putting his hand on my upper thigh.

I look down then back at him.

"What is this?"

"A hand." He answers back.

"A'ight what is this hand doing?"

"Laying it on a thigh."

"Boy quit playing with me. I don't speak sarcasm either."

"I can't touch you?"

"You can touch my shoulder."

He starts full-blown out laughing. He starts to swerve the car.

"Eyes on the damn road! Laughing Joe!"

He laughs harder.

"Wel- stop maki- me laugh." He says while laughing one hand on the wheel and the other still in my thigh squeezing it harder than before.

"Okay, my dude it's not that funny." But I laugh with him.

"Okay okay, I'm done." He wheezes out.

"Finally." I say smirking.

"Can you pull down the top?" I ask.

"Mhmm. You ain't gotta ask."

He says while pushing buttons, eyes still on the road, with one hand on the wheel. That's hot how he does that. I don't even know what I'm talking about right now.

I look at his arms that are showing since he pulled his sleeves up and how his muscles flexes when he squeezes the wheel. I look at his face which is concentrated on pushing buttons and keeping his eyes on the road.