His Medicine

~9~

Chyna

I ran into the bathroom fast like it was food on the other side. I looked and it was just a false alarm. Whew thought I was going to have to cancel plans.

I took a quick wash off and headed downstairs.
I grabbed my keys off the hook, locked the door, and walked towards Jax's car. As soon as I got in the car he stomped the gas and sped down the road.

He had on grey jeans, a white T-shirt, a black leather jacket and some all whites like mine.
Awww were wearing the same shoes. Ahhh goalssssss.

"You look good," he said looking up at me then back at the road.

"Thanks...You look good too."

"Did Chyna just give me a compliment?" he questioned.

"Maybe...maybe not."

"You wanna play some music we have an hour and thirty-minute long drive to the restaurant."

"What??!!!,"

"Yup one hour and 25 minutes now. You can play some music if you want," he said passing me the aux cord. Don't mind if I do. I decided to risk it and play on cam by Yung Bleu. This song has been stuck in my head for days. When the song came on he started bobbing his head. We came to a stop because of the backed-up traffic. More off-key singing for me.

"All these lil freak hoes just want a daddy. I'ma hit you from the back, say 'bitch you nasty,' I'ma finger fuck the cash, I do it flashy.No you can't get no cake, don't even ask me," I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Jaxton turned and looked at me with a smirk and amusement dancing in his eyes. Then he turned down the radio causing me to pause the song.

"Wowwwww...Not the good girl listening to this and singing word for word," he said with that stupid smirk. Oh, what I would give to see a full smile.

"Maybe I'm not as good as you think...Guess you just have to wait and find out yourself," I said shrugging my shoulders.

"An that I will," he said turning the radio back up.

"How the fuck you gon be my lil freak if you can't fuck me on cam? I got stamina, come back it up and fuck me on cam. On cam, uh uh, she gon fuck me on cam," he yelled when the song came back on.

Oh my god, I think a river just started going when he hit that 'uh uh' part oh my stars. I stopped breathing. If I was white my face would be redder than a tomato, but in my case, I just got ten shades darker.

"Got that wet wet, Great Lakes, and when I pull out that phone she gon know what to do. Grip the dick like forty chrome and cock back til I shoot," he continued on.

I don't know what to do. I mean at this point I am clueless. I don't know if I'm supposed to sing, hop over there and straddle him or grip it like forty chrome and cock back till he shoots.
Man, I have a dirty mind.

I have gotten so nervous and anxious I'm starting to get hot. I started taking my jacket off and I can see Jaxton starring from the corner of my eye. When I finally get it off I put it on my lap and looked over at him.