with his art right? Before the brush ever takes a stroke on the canvas, they bond. They mold. Take a minute and do that.”
She rolls her eyes at me.
“Trust me,” I calmly insist.
“I do trust you!”
“Do you?”
“Yes!”
“Then listen to me. I know cars baby. Connect first.”
Jovi lets out an exasperated growl. Slowly she grips the wheel aggression still building. I reach over and let my hand cover hers. Her eyes drag themselves up to mine. Leaving them there she lets me guide her hand down the wheel, caressing the gorgeous machine. Finally the stress she was cradling starts to wither away and I remove my hand from hers placing a soft kiss where it was just lingering.
“Listen to her...”
Her eyes turn back to the wheel and she shuts them for a moment. Jovi starts her up and finally gets us moving. “Oh my God! I did it! I did it! What do I do now?”
“Shift-” Barely makes it out of me before the gears start grinding, Jovi freaks out and we end up stopping again.
Now that she has a little more confidence she sits up prepared to try again. For the next twenty-five minutes she does her best to get passed third gear, but fails to the point I'm worried she might fuck it up beyond repair.
“Baby...” I whisper out after I declare she's done.
Jovi turns her head to face me. “Yeah?”
“Come here,” I demand scooting the seat all the way back. As soon as she's crawled into my lap, I plant one hand on her hip and use the other to push the hair out of her face. “You know I love you right?”
Sheepishly she says, “I do.”
“Good, because baby you can't drive.”
Jovi scoffs, “I can too.”
I shake my head. “Not a stick and my gut tells me you're probably hard on an automatic too.”
Pouting she folds her arms across her chest. “I am not.”
With a smile I sigh, “I'm not giving up on you yet. I'm gonna teach you to drive a stick if it kills me.”
And with the way she fucks up gears, it just might.
“Why?” Her fingers move to rub the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. “Why is it so important to you that I learn to drive a stick?”
“Aside from it being sexy as shit?” She shakes her head with a giggle. “Because I would feel better knowing you can drive whatever, whenever, in emergency circumstances.”
“What kind of emergency? Getaway driver in a bank robbery?”
My hands stroke her sides. “Not funny.”
“A little funny.”
After she snickers I ask, “Vinnie's throwing a pool party this weekend. Interested?”
Wiggling her hips she playfully says, “I'll have to check with my other boyfriend.” I give her a swat on the ass, which makes her chuckle again. “Can I bring Hayli?”
“Of course, but never...” My hands run up her back pushing her face closer to mine. “Ever...joke about that shit Jovi. What do I say?”
A gasp comes out of her as my fingertips grip into her flesh. “You don't like to share...”
“No...” I bite her bottom lip gently, which causes her to moan. “I.” Repeating the action I add a lick. “Don't.” Roughly I shove my tongue against hers, staking my claim on her mouth.
That shit's not even funny to joke about. I'm not overprotective. Just in love. Call it the McCoy way. We're pussy whipped in love and don't ever fucking share. We'd rather die first.
Jovi
“Tadah!” Hayli pops out of the dressing room in a red halter monokini that is barely covering any part of her.
I do mean barely. I'm pretty sure the back is painted on.
Leaning against my dressing room door frame I ask, “And the impressive part is the fact you can move without the world seeing your nipples?”
“Jealous?”
“That you can't trace my nipples accurately with your eyes?”
Hayli does a sassy twirl. “I think I look sexy.”
“I think you look
She rolls her eyes at me.
“Trust me,” I calmly insist.
“I do trust you!”
“Do you?”
“Yes!”
“Then listen to me. I know cars baby. Connect first.”
Jovi lets out an exasperated growl. Slowly she grips the wheel aggression still building. I reach over and let my hand cover hers. Her eyes drag themselves up to mine. Leaving them there she lets me guide her hand down the wheel, caressing the gorgeous machine. Finally the stress she was cradling starts to wither away and I remove my hand from hers placing a soft kiss where it was just lingering.
“Listen to her...”
Her eyes turn back to the wheel and she shuts them for a moment. Jovi starts her up and finally gets us moving. “Oh my God! I did it! I did it! What do I do now?”
“Shift-” Barely makes it out of me before the gears start grinding, Jovi freaks out and we end up stopping again.
Now that she has a little more confidence she sits up prepared to try again. For the next twenty-five minutes she does her best to get passed third gear, but fails to the point I'm worried she might fuck it up beyond repair.
“Baby...” I whisper out after I declare she's done.
Jovi turns her head to face me. “Yeah?”
“Come here,” I demand scooting the seat all the way back. As soon as she's crawled into my lap, I plant one hand on her hip and use the other to push the hair out of her face. “You know I love you right?”
Sheepishly she says, “I do.”
“Good, because baby you can't drive.”
Jovi scoffs, “I can too.”
I shake my head. “Not a stick and my gut tells me you're probably hard on an automatic too.”
Pouting she folds her arms across her chest. “I am not.”
With a smile I sigh, “I'm not giving up on you yet. I'm gonna teach you to drive a stick if it kills me.”
And with the way she fucks up gears, it just might.
“Why?” Her fingers move to rub the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. “Why is it so important to you that I learn to drive a stick?”
“Aside from it being sexy as shit?” She shakes her head with a giggle. “Because I would feel better knowing you can drive whatever, whenever, in emergency circumstances.”
“What kind of emergency? Getaway driver in a bank robbery?”
My hands stroke her sides. “Not funny.”
“A little funny.”
After she snickers I ask, “Vinnie's throwing a pool party this weekend. Interested?”
Wiggling her hips she playfully says, “I'll have to check with my other boyfriend.” I give her a swat on the ass, which makes her chuckle again. “Can I bring Hayli?”
“Of course, but never...” My hands run up her back pushing her face closer to mine. “Ever...joke about that shit Jovi. What do I say?”
A gasp comes out of her as my fingertips grip into her flesh. “You don't like to share...”
“No...” I bite her bottom lip gently, which causes her to moan. “I.” Repeating the action I add a lick. “Don't.” Roughly I shove my tongue against hers, staking my claim on her mouth.
That shit's not even funny to joke about. I'm not overprotective. Just in love. Call it the McCoy way. We're pussy whipped in love and don't ever fucking share. We'd rather die first.
Jovi
“Tadah!” Hayli pops out of the dressing room in a red halter monokini that is barely covering any part of her.
I do mean barely. I'm pretty sure the back is painted on.
Leaning against my dressing room door frame I ask, “And the impressive part is the fact you can move without the world seeing your nipples?”
“Jealous?”
“That you can't trace my nipples accurately with your eyes?”
Hayli does a sassy twirl. “I think I look sexy.”
“I think you look
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