Part 37

Part 37

We ended up stopping at a rest area so I could freshen up, because all of the places that we could find in Valdosta only had one exit. King didn't feel comfortable having me in a place that he didn't have more than one way out, knowing our guards would be down. As much as I didn't want to wait, I had no choice. I want us to take our time with one another and not be rushed. There's still a lot of things I need to learn about pleasing him, there's things he needs to find out about me, but he does have leverage on me in that area. He's had time to be with someone already, my experiences on the other hand, I was either too high to remember, used and tossed to the side, or it was so quick it didn't make a difference.

"Do you remember that book I read on the train?"

"Yup, look in the glovebox."

"You still have it, are you serious?"

"Go ahead and look, I never went pass chapter six."

Reaching for the glovebox, I asked why didn't he pass chapter six. He told me that he was holding onto the dream of me finishing the book by reading it to him. Once again my heart melted. He's either really in love with me or he's a smooth player. I'm banking on him being in love, I mean, I am lovable. Pulling out the book, our train stubs were holding my place on where I left off.

"I have to ask you, I'm not going to be jealous or get upset but I want to know how it felt sleeping with another person."

"Can you just read the book please?"

"Come on King, I just want to know how it started, what you did. Can I have some real life details?"

"No! Why would want to hear how I fucked another woman? I told you it's something I'm not proud of, so why bring it up?"

"Stop being like that. I'm interested, that's all."

"Stop being interested. It's in the past and none of your concern."

"It's my concern if you slid my dick in her. That's right you're my fucking King but you give her something that belongs to a fucking queen. So don't give me that it's none of my concern bullshit."

I opened the window and threw the book into the wind. Asking a simple question lead us here. King slammed on the brakes, maneuvering the car to the shoulder of the road. He flung his door open and got out of the car without closing the door. Cars flying pass like their attempting to qualify for Nascar. I didn't look back to check on him, if getting hit to save a book was worth his life, I'm not going to watch him be killed saving something that cost seven dollars three years ago.

King gets back in the car, throwing the book at me, but making sure it lands on my lap. Slamming the door he starts to yell that if I wanted to know, I have to wait until he can see the look of disgust on my face. He told me until then, sit here and shut the fuck up. One thing that didn't change with King, is when he's really upset he verbalize it, and verbalize it well. He sat there, car still in park, so I climbed over the gear shift and armrest to straddle him. Roughly grabbing his face, kissing him as if we're all alone. At first, it seemed that he wanted nothing to do with me, then his tune changed when I started biting at his neck. Twisting my hips just so, enough to get him where I wanted to be. I wrapped my small hand around his thick muscular throat, biting and sucking on his tongue.

"I told you what I wanted to fucking hear, now tell me!"

Deep breathing, rough grabbing, hair pulling, we've found what turns us both on. He still refuses to tell me how he pleased that other woman, but his tongue being sucked could be a great reason why. He pulls my hair, forcing my head back, King licks from my collar bone to my chin, sending chills up and down my spine.

With my neck still exposed King ask, "do you want to know or would you rather me show you?"

Trying to lift my head to meet his eyes, but with the grip he has on me I can't move. Pinned between his body, the steering wheel, and him pulling my hair from the roots left me defenseless; but with him I still feel safe. With his free hand, he raises my t-shirt, running his nails down my side.

"Answer me! Do you want me to tell you or show you?"

"If you show me, you'll be loving her again. She only gets my King once. As great as your nails feel scratching my side and your bulge feels pressing against me. It's best that you let me go and get your license and registration together for the Officer walking up on the passenger side of the car."