“No, I'm not.” Tyler bumped Shane.
“Oh, so you not gone fold for me, Ty?” Logic gazed at her.
“No, and don’t start that smoldering shit either,” she snapped, trying to keep a straight face. Between his cologne, the deep waves flooding his perfectly sculpted head, and the stupid cocky grin etched across his handsome face, she was going to fold like origami.
“Harvard treating us to lunch. Go slide with your boo,” Shane stated, heading over to Gene’s car.
“Shouldn’t you be treating him to lunch since he took this case as a favor?” Aria wondered aloud, following him.
“Girl, hush and get in the back before I make you order off the kids' menu.”
Tyler giggled at her friends’ banter as she watched them load into Gene’s car. She made a mental note to thank him again later. As long as she didn’t have to do jail time, Tyler was cool as a fan. She'd happily clean up trash on the side of the freeway if that’s what it took for her to keep her freedom.
“So what’s up? You gone let me explain what happened? If you not fucking with it then I’ll take you back home...cool?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“I mean it ain’t like I have a choice since they keep leaving me in your care.” Tyler rolled her eyes.
“Come on now, big baby. I thought you liked being in my care.”
“Yea, well that was before you fucked ashy mouth.”
“Mannn,” Logic chuckled. “Why you keep talking about that girl?”
“Because I want to.” Tyler shrugged childishly.
“Aight, you got it, but baby girl, I haven’t touched shorty.”
“And I’m supposed to just take your word for it?”
“You are.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not one of them,” Logic firmly stated.
“One of whom?” Tyler asked, confused.
“One of them lame ass niggas that’s trying to play you. I’m trying to build with you, baby girl. I want to take care of you the way your soul craves. I want you out here living your soft girl life, knowing your nigga is all about you and only you. I want you to expose your fears so I can conquer them muthafuckas, and I’m not trying to mess up what we're starting for another bitch,” Logic explained, pushing her hair behind her ear. “All I want is your problematic ass.” He kissed her lips.
“You can’t talk to me like that,” Tyler whispered.
“Why not?”
“Because what if I fall for your slick talking ass?”
“Then I’mma catch you, baby girl.”
“With both hands?” Tyler grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Both hands,” Logic promised, cupping her round ass. “Are you ready to go?”
“This all you wanna do, huh? Layup and feel on my booty?”
“I’m not going to lie.” He licked his lips. “I can’t stop thinking about the inside of your mouth. The way your tongue massaged the tip of my dick needs to be studied and I want some more. I want to watch you swallow my nut and then I want to fuck the shit outta you. I’m going to wine and dine you, but I gotta get thisshit off first.” He reached out, placing her hand on his hard dick. “My dick so hard I can’t think straight.”
“You can’t talk to me like that,” Tyler gasped, pulling the corner of her lip into her mouth.
“I can. I thought you missed my dick.” Logic grinned, cocking his head to the side.
