Chapter 8
Rubbing my beard, I tried to see if I could still smell my girl scent on me.
I had been eating that pussy all morning and I wanted that shit to stay with me all day.
I was a nasty nigga, and I gave zero fucks who thought anything about it.
Since that night in the shop, Storm had been staying at my house, and I’ve been loving every minute.
These two weeks seemed like we’ve been together for a lifetime and a nigga was grateful her car broke down when it did.
I would never fully get over my brother, but I stopped living my life when he lost his.
A nigga was existing, but I wasn’t living.
Storm brought a light back in me that everyone knew had been snuffed out.
They left me to it, but she refused to leave me alone.
Because of it, I looked forward to getting up now.
I had a lil pep in my step, and I’ve caught myself in the shop working faster.
A nigga be in there just singing and smiling.
Before I know it, my work is done and I’m flying home to get back to my girl.
Her pussy was a plus. The way that shit gripped my dick and held on for dear life had me spent.
Today was no different. Grabbing the purple wrap, I got ready to lay it when she walked in the door.
Looking her over, I laughed at her appearance.
Shorty had on some coveralls, and if she didn’t just suck my soul through my piss hole this morning, I swear she wouldn’t beat the stud allegations.
“What the fuck do you have on?”
“I wanted to work with you in the shop. This is what the mechanics wear back home, so I went and bought some.”
“You don’t know shit about cars, except how to drive them.” She looked disappointed, so I walked over to Storm and pulled her into a hug. “I appreciate you wanting to help, but I can’t have you fucking my shit up.”
“I’m tired of being at home bored. It’s more to life than fucking and racing.
” I raised my brow at her questioning her reason and she fell out laughing.
“Okay. I’ll live in your balls if I could.
You can teach me what to do. We can be a power couple.
Storm and Dodge Customs. Yeah, I like that name.
” Biting her on her neck, I sucked slightly before crushing her dreams.
“Yo ass wasn’t with me shooting in the gym. You can be a receptionist or some shit, but the name stays home. My daddy gave me that name.” Storm laughed at my attempt at being Ike.
“Fine. Give me the orders you need done, and I’ll figure the rest out.
” Giving her one last kiss, I walked over to the desk and gave her the papers she would need.
After explaining my system, I walked back to the car and started my work.
I don’t know, but this shit felt right. I’ve dated plenty of bitches, but none of them shared a love for the tracks or my shop like I did.
Most men wanted or craved space away from their women.
I was toxic and needed my pussy on demand.
If I’m racing and got the urge to fuck, I needed my girl willing to meet me under the bleachers.
I also loved being able to talk to her about my day and she understood what I meant.
I didn’t have to keep explaining what each part of a car was.
Stealing another glance at Storm for the millionth time, I noticed she was removing her coveralls.
Underneath it, she had on some lil shorts and a tank.
“You think yo ass slick. Why the fuck you ain’t got on no clothes under there?”
“Because I didn’t think you was going to tell me I couldn’t work on the cars.
I ain’t expect them to feel like a furnace.
” When I walked over to her, she smirked, and I knew her nasty ass was on some bullshit.
Picking her up, I sat her on the desk before sitting in the chair and scooting in front of her.
“This what you wanted?” She nodded and I gave her lick before pulling back.
“Dodge, stop playing.”
“Tell me what you want, Storm.” I gave her another lick and her body shuddered.
“I want you to suck on this pussy like you trying to win a race.” Smirking, I put her legs on my shoulder and dived in. I was going to work, and her body shook hard as hell. “Fuckkkk!!! I don’t know about king of the tracks, but you definitely the king of this pussy.”
“Uhhh ummmm.” I looked up from my meal and saw a man standing there looking at us in disgust.
“Oh my God, Uncle Pooh. What are you doing here?” Scooting back, I wiped my mouth while Storm tried to get herself together.
“I was coming to see my son, but I’ve seen more than enough.” Standing up, I tried to fix the situation since Storm looked horrified.
“My bad, I’m Dodge. I thought the door was locked, and I wasn’t expecting anyone to walk in.
I would never treat our girl like anything less than she is.
Let her get herself cleaned up, and then yall can have the reunion you expected when you walked in.
” Reaching out my hand, I waited to see if he would shake it.
“I’ll shake your other one. You just wiped Storm’s ummm… You just wiped Storm off your face with that one.” Laughing, I reached out my other hand and we shook.
“Shorty, go in the back and get yourself together.” She grabbed her coveralls and ran to the back. Laughing, I shook my head and looked back to her uncle. “Is everything okay?” Storm had told me what happened back home, and his unexpected visit made me wonder if it was another reason he was here.
“I’ll rather wait until my son is back out here.”
“I’ll rather not. Oh, and stop calling her your son. Shit fuck with my mental if you get my drift.” His jawline jumped, but I didn’t care. I was the nigga, and if my girl had a problem, it was my problem not hers.
“I talked to King Donny’s brother. Everything was explained and it’s good.” I nodded, but I wasn’t sure if I believed that. I don’t know if it was because of my fear of her leaving and going back home or if it’s my street instinct.
“Until I know she’s a hundred percent safe, we good on that.” He nodded, but I didn’t care if he agreed or not. Storm ran over to her uncle and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I missed you. I wish I had known you were coming. You’re a day late. I raced yesterday and whooped all they ass by a mile. Dodge created a monster when he taught me how to race.” Her uncle looked at her like she was crazy.
“Umm, son. I mean, Storm. Seem like you done lost your memory down here in Diamond Cove. I taught you how to run them tracks. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“Unc, they a different breed down here. The first time I raced I lost all my money. They really do this down here, and Dodge is The King. He taught me everything he knows.” I smirked at her uncle because I know it pissed him off.
“Not everything, shorty.”
“Shut up. Uncle Pooh, how long are you staying?”
“I think I need to gone and head back. You seem to have everything under control, and I don’t want to interrupt that. I just wanted to lay eyes on you myself and make sure you were okay.”
“You can’t leave. I want to show you around and stuff. We at least have to go to dinner or something.” I didn’t like the disappointed look on my girl’s face, so I stepped in. I’m sure he was only leaving because he didn’t care for me.
“Pooh, it’s no need for you to leave right back out. Let us show you a good time. I know your first impression was fucked up, but we can move past that. She’s been missing you.” That’s as close as the nigga was going to get to an apology, so I hope he took it.
“Bet. Yall better have some good food down here.” We all laughed, but if that’s what he was basing it on, his ass was about to go.
“It’s good to us, but it’s not Chicago,” I said truthfully.
“Good enough for me. This a nice shop you got here. Maybe the next time I come down; I’ll bring my ride for you to check out.” Storm was happy we were getting along, so I entertained it.
“I got you. Shorty, why don’t you head out, and take your uncle to the crib. I’ll finish up here and meet yall back at the house. I’m sure he doesn’t want to sit around the shop, and he been on the road all day.” Storm smiled before giving me a kiss.
“Okay, I’ll see you soon.” They headed out the door, and I got back to work. Five minutes after they were gone, I wish she was still here. I needed to keep eyes on my shorty. A nigga was hooked.