Page 14 of Grease's Guide
“Oh, I like a man in charge. Well, Swift, since you're in charge, then Imma just need to let you know. First, Imma need you to drop the Ma’am. I ain’t old enough for all that yet. I’m still in my prime. It’s Tizzy or Mama. Second, we’re going to need to make a pit stop before you take us home. All you peacocks showing me your feathers made me done melt my edible panties off.”
“I claim her!” Halle says, throwing her hand in the air and jumping up and down.
“I claimed you, Pet. You can not claim another,” Loki says, grabbing Halle by the throat, tilting her head to the side, and biting her neck.
“Well, slap my behind and call me Ethel. I need me one of those.” Mama points at Loki. I quickly pull her finger down and cautiously step in front of my mom, putting my body in front of hers. Halle’s a bit… eccentric. I’m not sure how she would handle the thought of my mama wanting someone compared to her man. I can't let her kill my mama.
“Ain't he such a peach! No one else seems to get that! They think he’s just crazy.”
“You can't have no fun in your life without a little crazy,” Mama says, shimming. I see Halles' eyes light up!
“That's what I say!!! Also, your tits are glorious in that top! I’m going to need to borrow that outfit. Though you might not want it back after I make Loki shoot his load out of his cannon,” Halle says, thinking. Oh hell.
“OHHH girly pop! I can make you your very own! I can even put tassels on the nips for you to swing around,” Mama says…. Demonstrating by swirling her tassel-less tits around.
“Yup, I’m in love. She’s mine,” Halle smirks, waving wildly at my mom. I sigh in relief. Bullet dodged, figuratively and most likely literally.
Chapter Eleven
Grease
“Prez, can you load my bike onto the trailer? I’m riding back with my woman,” I say, slinging my arm over Lyra.
“Wait, who said I’m going back? I can…” She starts to argue, but I sigh, roll my eyes, and throw her over my shoulder.
“We’ve got your bike, brother,” Swift says with a smirk.
“Bout time the last of us fell. Ain't that right, brother?” Hitter smirks.
“Still got Cutter to think about,” Swift muses as Lyra kicks and screams. Pounding my back.
“Tootsie, I'm warning you right now. Grab my ass again, and I will be returning the favor,” I say through a growl as I give a chin lift to the guys, then turn and head for the van.
“Grease, please. You have to let me go,” Lyra keeps protesting.
“Prez, I think we might have to take the small car after all. We don't have room for everyone in the cage,” Comp says, looking around the group. I nod and then turn and stalk back toward the fucking clown car.
“Shotgun!!” Lyra’s mom yells out. Then she looks around. “That is unless one of you double, dark, dangerous devils wants to let me ride piggyback.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I can't help the chuckle that escapes at the groan Lyra lets loose.
Lyra, fuck, her name is so beautiful. Becky was beautiful as well, but I want to be comfortable with both. She will have to pick one, and I want to make it as easy as possible for her. I want her to know I accept both, and either of those names and who they represent her being.
“Miss Tizzy,” I start but readdress her when she narrows her eyes on me. Well, shit, that’s a scary look. “Tizzy, do you mind driving? Me and my woman need to have a long conversation, and Imma need the backseat for it.”
“Oh, you overbearing, bossy, son of a bit…” Lyra starts.
“Sugarplum, watch that language, and after that young man just offered you the sweetest, most romantic ride of your life. Hop on in sugar; I’ll hitch this ride!” Tizzy says, jumping in the driver's side.
I climb into the back seat with Lyra on my lap as she continues to struggle.
“Tootsie, if you don't want your mama seeing a show, you might want to stop with the wiggling of that sweet ass. Only so much control I got left,” I whisper in her ear. Her struggles stop immediately, but she still turns her head to glare at me. There's my girl. Tizzy turns the car on and pulls out behind Swift at my direction.
“Just follow where they lead,” I tell her, then turn and give my full attention to my Toots.
“I’ve missed you so much, baby,” I say, not realizing my voice cracks. Her eyes widen further, but I don't let her respond. I take her mouth in a hard kiss. I don't give a fuck who might be watching. This is what I’ve wanted for fucking years! Not seeing her every day created a monster only she can contain. As she wiggles against me again, I decide now's the time to pull back. She protests, but I just smirk, causing her eyes to narrow. Fuck, I love her fire.
“You need to behave. This is no way for me to meet the in-laws. Your mama's gonna think I’m trying to take advantage of you.” I wink.
“Lord howdy, take advantage. My little Lyra Lynn needs some advantages in her life. Take control, too. She might think she wants to be in control, but she's lying to herself.”