“Doesn’t seem like it. Talk to me. We’re both adults here, and I’m not about to have you pouting and shit when we are supposed to be having a beautiful day.”
“Mhmm. Whatever.”
“Damn, it’s really like that right now?”
“It is. I promise I’m fine. Just observing things for what they are, ya know?” I rolled my eyes, trying to make myself stay mad, but he was fucking irresistible. I almost folded.
Lyra sat over there huffingand puffing, about to blow the house down, while I cracked the fuck up on the inside. I knew if I outwardly laughed, she would’ve probably cussed me out. That halfway didn’t sound like a bad idea. When her ass was riled up, it just made the shit ten times better. Our sex was the best I’d ever had. She was clearly jealous of me briefly speaking with Junior’s mother on the phone, and I thought it was so cute. I wouldn’t beg her to talk to me, though. We would just ride this shit out until we got to our destination.
Junior’s mother didn’t mean any harm, but sometimes, she called at inopportune times. Usually, it was when I was on an assignment. She probably assumed I was working and hadn’t given a second thought about what I may have had going onpersonally. But Lyra didn’t know that, and I would explain to her that she had nothing to worry about when it came to her.
“Can you put a place named Bettini in your GPS app?” I asked.
“Sure.” Her tone was flat and sarcastic.
“Aye, you gon’ have to kill that attitude, beautiful. What’s the reason? Talk to me.”
“Who says I have an attitude, first of all? Second, I don’t find it very respectful to entertain other women you’re dealing with while on a date with someone.”
“Damn. Why assume it was someone I was dealing with? That could’ve been my auntie or sister. Shit, I don’t find it very respectful to be accused of some bullshit.”
“Please don’t reverse the shit on me. It’s cool. I peeped game, and I’m committing it to memory and simply observing from here on out.”
“You didn’t even give me a chance to explain. Can I explain?”
“Since you are asking nicely, yes. I’m all ears.” She shifted her body in my direction, letting me know she was open to what I had to say, and I loved that shit. She was feisty and feminine as fuck, and the shit was driving me up a wall.
“Thank you. So, that wasn’t an auntie or sister. That was my son’s mother. She called to let me know Junior’s senior pictures have come in and that I could come to look at them when I got a chance. She’s really kind in that way, but I wouldn’t dare do anything to fuck shit up with you. Do you understand that?” I grabbed her chin and looked her dead in her eyes.
She nodded, and I saw her facial expression soften right back up.
“I don’t wanna fuck up shit with you, and because I don’t, I will set a clear boundary with his mother. Does that work for you?”
“It does. I appreciate that more than you know.” She smiled slightly, and it was a breath of fresh air to know that I calmed her down by simply communicating with her immediately. I didn’t believe in letting shit fester and things became worse than they had to be. But it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t take shit a step further.
“Anything for you, beautiful. Now sit and ride, aight?”
“I’ll try, Dre.” She rolled her eyes, letting out a dramatic sigh, along with a small, amused huff. Her attempt to be mad was wildly funny. I would get that attitude out of her.
We continued driving until I made a quick turn down Beach Road right between Edgartown and Oak Bluffs. For the next few minutes, I drove until I saw a lay-by with an amazing oceanside view. This was perfect. I pulled over and killed the engine. The look in Lyra’s eyes was a puzzled one. I knew she was trying to figure out what was going on. I got out of the car and walked around to her side to open the door for her.
“Come on.” I reached for her hand, and she put it in mine with no hesitation. Once she was out of the car, I leaned back on the door and pulled her into me from the back.
“I just wanna hold you and take in this view for a moment. That alright with you?”
“Yes, it is.” Her body relaxed into mine, and I held her tight, gently squeezing her, caressing her skin, and planting soft kisses on the back of her neck.
Lyra let out a soft whimper, and my dick instantly got hard, but I wanted nothing more in that moment than to shower her with the care and affection she deserved and craved but wouldn’t dare say aloud.
After a few moments, I pushed up from the car and held her hand while opening the door.
“Get in, but turn to face me.”
She did as she was told, like the good girl she was. I gladly got on my knees.
“What are you doing?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Showing you how much I care.” I winked and placed both hands inside of her dress, parting her legs. I pushed her dress up just enough so I could see her pussy. I ran my fingers along her panties.
