Chapter Seventeen #5
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On the other side of the yard, Tyler worked overtime to teach Marley and Taylor the Boots on the Ground dance.
They were all buzzing and the only part they kept up with was the hip pop, leg twist combo.
Tyler was feeling like Spice because she couldn’t go any slower and they were still confusing the footwork.
When they couldn’t get it, they marched in place until their favorite part came up.
“Yea, you know what, I’m going to take a break.” Taylor took her seat. “I’m getting old because when the hell did dancing become so complicated?”
“Right!” Marley agreed. “I can do the normal hustle, but this new shit got me fucked up. I need to ask my sister if she can do it.”
“Yall just overthinking it,” Tyler replied as she took her seat. She bent down to pick up her cup, took a sip, and gazed around the backyard.
The sun was setting, coloring the sky with shades of purple, pink, and bright orange.
There weren’t any clouds, just an open sky, and Tyler felt at peace.
She didn’t think her day would turn out good after the guest house situation, but she was glad she stayed.
Taylor and Marley were funny and their husbands were just as crazy.
It didn’t feel like she was sitting amongst millionaires.
They didn’t judge her for what she’d been going through publicly and she appreciated that.
Everyone was so humble and the love they had for one another could be felt.
Tyler watched the way they interacted with Logic and couldn’t help but wonder if they had always been friends.
“You looking for your boo?” Marley quizzed, catching Tyler looking in Logic’s direction.
“No, and he’s not my boo,” she denied with a scowl on her face.
“You sure about that?” Taylor cocked her head to the side. “He seems real protective over you. From the moment yall walked in, his eyes have been on you.
Tyler didn’t respond. She glanced across the yard, and sure as shit, he was staring in her direction.
“You’re still not messing with Dex, are you?” Taylor asked, causing both women to look at her. “What? I told yall I’m a fan.”
“Mmkay, it’s giving stalker.” Marley side-eyed her.
“I’m not a stalker and I’m not trying to pry, but girl, I’ve seen that man drag you through the mud. I’m on the outside looking in, so I don’t want to imagine what the inside even looks like.”
“It’s fine,” Tyler replied. “I know people have questions because I’ve yet to publicly speak on the situation.”
“And you don’t have to,” Marley interrupted. “Even when you do speak on it, I’m sure everyone will still have an opinion. Some will agree and others will be your biggest haters.”
“That part.” Taylor tilted her cup. “I guess I’m curious because every time we see you online, you’re turnt up,” she giggled. “And today, you’ve been so sweet, and I guess I’m wondering which one is the real you.”
“Valid point.” Tyler nodded in agreement.
“Well, I guess I’ll say it like this.” She cleared her throat.
“Different environments cause for different versions of me. I can’t be this chill all the time because people will take advantage of it.
Imagine me sitting in the club trying to chill like this, but my nigga on ten, hyping me up to drink, smoke, and other shit. ”
Marley nodded. She understood. Before Czar, she had been with a man who enjoyed the low vibration version of her.
“But no, Dexter and I are no longer together, and we’ll never be again,” Tyler continued. “I mean I stabbed that nigga and got locked up.
“Cheers to that.” Taylor and Marley held their cups up.
“Cheers,” Tyler giggled, tapping their cups.
“Ah shit,” Marley complained, watching Logic bop toward them with his hands tucked in his trunks. “He about to come take her from us.”
Tyler slyly looked up at him and put her head down. The whole time he played horseshoes, his attention was on her. He’d wink and she’d quickly turn her head. He’d blow her a kiss and she’d give him the middle finger.
“Can I steal her?” Logic asked, standing behind Tyler, breathing down her neck, causing her nipples to harden.
“Oh, you asking now?” Marley smirked. “I mean you did kidnap her.”
“Right,” Taylor incited. “Ty, blink three times if you need help.”
Before Tyler could blink, Logic put his hands over her eyes, leading her away from the giggling women. She joined them in laughter as he held her close so she wouldn’t trip. When they were on the other side of the waterfall, Logic released her and stepped back.
“I know you don’t think I’m about to get in there,” Tyler questioned.
“Oh shit, I forgot about your attachment.” He glanced at her ankle. “Just put one leg in the water.”
“Hush, it’s water resistant.”
“Oh ok. They gave your bougie ass the fancy one, huh? I remember when niggas couldn’t even shower with them muthafuckas.”
“I’m not bougie.”
“I don’t know about that,” he argued. “The first time we met you told me to watch where the fuck I was walking.”
“You were in my way,” she shrugged. “Come to think about it, you're always in my way.”
“I just be trying to get you to slow down. What if you miss all this chocolate perfection?”
“You are soooo corny,” Tyler laughed in his face.
“Just a tad bit.”
“Hm. Well, I’m still not getting in. That water looks cold as hell and the temperature dropped.”
“I’ll warm you up.” He removed his shirt, exposing the ink that rippled across his chest.
Tucking her bottom lip into her mouth, Tyler watched Logic lower his body into the water. A grin spread across her face when he squinted.
“I told your hardheaded ass it was cold,” she giggled, backing away from the edge of the pool. “I’m not messing with you.”
“Come on,” his deep voice commanded once he adjusted to the cool temperature. “I’mma warm you up.”
“No.” Tyler shook her head. “You were mean to me earlier, I didn’t forget.”
“You caught me off guard. I wasn’t trying to be mean, I’m just passionate, and sometimes it comes out a little aggressive.”
“I’m trying to figure out why do you even care? What I do is no different from you smoking.”
“Weed is a plant, pills are mixed with all kinds of shit, altering all of your senses at once. That shit can have a long-lasting effect on your mind, and you’re too fucking pretty to be messed up behind some shit like that.”
The butterflies that normally rested in her core migrated to her head, flooding her brain.
“I’m going to stop.” Tyler dropped her head. “Those were my last three.”
“What’s stopping you from going out to get more?”
“Pride,” she answered honestly. “I can’t see myself getting them from anybody else.”
“Who be giving you that shit?”
“Dex or my aunt.”
“Your aunt…like your blood aunt?” Logic frowned.
“Yea. She gave them to me whenever I was nervous or needed to get through a situation without overthinking. It kinda became a thing.”
“I’m not going to lie, I don’t like that shit.”
“And that’s your opinion, but I’m grown and I’m going to do what I want when I want. I’m not an addict, and if I wanted to stop, I could,” Tyler said, lying to herself.
“That smart ass mouth gone get you in a lot of trouble.” Logic licked his lips.
“I’ve never ran from a lil trouble,” she shrugged, lowering her eyes.
“Come get in the water with me.”
“You better not get my hair wet,” Tyler sternly warned, allowing her cover-up to fall to the ground.
“Take that shit off. I like your fade better.”
“Nigga I’m not about to take off my wig!” She giggled.
“Then I can’t make any promises. You got a smart mouth, and I might have to dunk your ass.”
“Logic, if you dunk me under this water, I’m going to slap you and you’re going to buy me another one.”
“Nah, I’ll give your pretty ass a fade, but that’s it.”
“You’re an asshole.” Tyler rolled her eyes.
Nearly salivating at the mouth, Logic watched her step out of her slides and pull the bathing suit bottoms out of her ass.
Removing her wristlet, Tyler unzipped it and grabbed her lip gloss.
Puckering her lips, she coated them, rubbed them together, and then applied one more coat just in case she missed a spot.
When she approached the water, Logic moved to the edge to help her in.
“Ain’t no way you should have all this ass,” Logic whispered.
“Stop looking at my ass.”
“I can’t take my eyes off the round muthafucka. Can I touch it?”
“Nope.”
“Is it soft?”
“Like lukewarm butter, baby,” Tyler bragged, cuffing her cheeks.
“Mannn, you gotta let me feel on that bad boy.”
“Keep your hands to yourself.”
“That’s bold.” Logic sucked his teeth.
“Oh my god,” she squealed when the tip of her toe touched the water.
“It’s not that bad, just dip your body and get it over with.”
“Shut up,” Tyler hissed. “If I get sick, I’m blaming you.” She inched further into the water.
“I’ll come take care of you,” Logic promised as You belong to me by Lihtz played over the speakers above them.
“Mm, I’m sure you will.” Tyler looked away coyly, unable to keep eye contact with him for too long.
“Tell me all your secrets, I don’t care who you dealt with, since I came around it’s like that nigga don’t mean shit, I like that you always on yo mink shit,” Lihtz rapped lowly.
“Aye.” Logic swam closer to her, trapping her body between his and the edge of the pool.
“Huh?” She swallowed, feeling high all of a sudden.
“Don’t do that shit around me… Matter fact, I don’t want you doing it at all.
You feeling anxious? Call me. You need a friend?
Call me. You about to get on stage and can’t breathe, borrow somebody's inhaler, and then call me. I don’t give a fuck if you get a splinter and want me to come get that muthafucka out, hit my line, aight? I’m trying to be your person.”
“You can’t make those kinda promises.”
“I can and I am. Call me when you need me, baby girl, and I’ll come... You hear me?”
“This isn’t just some kind of infatuation, is it?” she wondered aloud.
“What?”
“Like, how do I know you're not trying to get me to let my guard down, fuck me, and use it as a scandal to get ahead? How do I know that this is real?”
“You don’t,” Logic replied simply. “I can tell you that I'm not on that shit, but it’s up to you to believe it and me to prove it. Do I wanna fuck you?” He cocked his head to the side, stealing a glimpse of her ass.
“Hell yea. I want to stretch the pussy out, give you a Yoni treatment, and then stretch that muthafucka out again.”
“See!” Tyler placed her hand on his chest, pushing him away.
“But-” he grabbed her hand. “I also want to get to know you...on a deeper level. I want to be your nigga baby girl and if you give me a chance, I can prove it.”
“I have a lot of baggage.” She tucked her lip into her mouth.
“I do too.” Logic scooted closer to her.
“I need to take things slow.”
“It’s your show, I’m simply in the audience.”
“I-
“Stop trying to talk yourself out of this. Fuck all that overthinking shit and let me taste that lip gloss.”
“Huh?”
“Let me suck on these greasy ass lips.”
Without thought, Tyler leaned forward and placed her lips on his.
Logic’s hand slid up the front of her body and lightly wrapped around her neck.
When she opened her mouth to moan, Logic slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and she happily sucked it.
Backing her further into the wall, Logic’s roaming hand found its way to her bikini bottoms. Tyler parted her legs a little wider, letting him know it was ok to keep going.
Pushing her bottoms to the side, Logic ran his finger through her warm slit.
“Mm,” Tyler moaned in his mouth.
“I thought you was cold,” he whispered against her lips.
“I was.”
“This fat ass pussy ain’t cold though,” Logic groaned, lightly tapping her lips under the water.
“When you gimme this pussy-” He kissed her.
“I'm going to go fucking crazy, you know that, right?” His finger slipped into her. “I’m going to lose my mind in this gushy ass pussy, baby girl. Are you ready for that?” He massaged her clitoris.
“Are you ready for me to own this pussy?” Logic questioned, pushing his fingers further into her.
“Tell me what I gotta do to make her talk?” He asked, his thumb firmly pressed against her clitoris. “Tell me what you like.”
“Hm.” Tyler’s head fell on his shoulder. His fingers exploring her insides felt so good that she started grinding on them.
“This pussy stubborn like you?” Logic questioned.
“Lo, you out here?” Spice called out in the dark.
“Yea, here I come,” he answered her as his fingers slipped from Tyler’s pussy. “Tell your brother and sister to get ready. We about to dip.”
“Ok.” She walked away.
Completely turned on, Tyler grabbed Logic’s beard and pulled his mouth to hers. Passionately, she sucked on his tongue until he slowly pulled back.
“Yea-” Logic rubbed his thumb across her pouty lips. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”