As soon as they got outside, their car pulled up. Moolah ushered her inside before he got in. As soon as the door closed, he could breathe a sigh of relief.
“Hey, you okay?” Iskyiah asked.
He felt her soft hand cover his, and he relaxed some. “I’m good, my baby. Just ready to get home.”
That was mostly true. Thoughts of Benny still plagued him, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get over that shit. When Moolah saw Benny touch Iskyiah, he lost it. The fact that Benny was able to leave the club alive said a lot. If Iskyiah wasn’t there to calm him, the night would have turned out very differently.
He could feel her eyes on him, so he turned to look at her. She looked skeptical before her expression changed to lust.
“Let me make sure you’re really good.” Iskyiah took off her seat belt and slid to her knees. Her hands grabbed for his belt buckle, and Moolah watched in awe. She never ceased to amaze him. It seemed like tipsy Iskyiah was even freakier than sober Iskyiah, and that was something he could definitely get down with.
“Aye, big man,” Moolah said to the driver. “You like your eyes?”
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror at the same time Iskyiah popped Moolah’s dick in her mouth. Moolah groaned, but he stayed focused on the task.
“Uh . . . Y-yes, sir.”
“If you wanna keep them bitches, keep ya eyes up front.” Moolah’s head dropped to the back of the seat as his palm found Iskyiah’s head. One thing about her, she sucked dick like she was a damn pro. If he thought about it too long, he’d get pissed off. Niggas before him needed to thank God every day they were blessed with what his future wife was working with. They also needed to be thankful that Iskyiah refused to give him their names. “Fuck, Sky.” He opened his eyes and noticed the driver looking in the rearview mirror. Moolah frowned and tapped Iskyiah on her shoulder. “Get up, baby.”
Iskyiah frowned but did as she was told. He helped her back into her seat and put his hard dick back into his pants.
“What’s wrong?—”
Iskyiah’s words were cut off when Moolah reached over and punched the driver on the back of the head.
“Ah!” The car swerved as the driver rubbed the back of the head.
“Pull this shit over,” Moolah barked.
“Lah, what’s going on?” Iskyiah asked.
Moolah ignored her, though. He was sick of niggas tonight, and unfortunately, the driver would have to pay the price.
As soon as the car pulled over on the side of the highway, Moolah said, “Get out the car, man. Stay put, Sky. I mean that.”
Moolah got out of the car and waited for the slow ass driver to meet him on his side. The nigga was shaking in his boots, but Moolah didn’t give a fuck at that moment. All he wanted was to get a little head from his woman and make it home safely. Was that too much to ask, the day before his birthday, no less?
“Sir—”
“You must think I’m a bitch or something.” Moolah’s sharp voice interrupted whatever the driver was about to say.
“What? N-no.” Moolah’s fist connected with the driver’s eye. The sickening crunch told Moolah the man’s eye socket was fucked. “Ah, shit. My eye!”
“Now you got one mothafuckin’ eye to work with, nigga. And you still need to get us home safely. If this car so much as jerks in a way I don’t like, I’ma knock your other eyeball loose. You got that?” The driver nodded, still holding his eye. Even in the dark, Moolah could see the shit swelling up. He screwed his face up and pointed at his eye. “You should really get that looked at.”
Without another word, Moolah got back into the car. As soon as he did, Iskyiah said, “What the hell, Moolah?”
Moolah looked at her like she was crazy. “What, woman?”
“Don’t what me. Why did you do that?”
“I ain’t like how he was lookin’ at you while you was suckin’ my dick.”
Her face screwed up. “It’s really not that serious. I knew he could see me when I got on my knees. I’m not worried about him, and you shouldn’t be either.”
Moolah pulled her closer to him. “I assure you, it was that serious, my baby. Don’t no man get to see you put in work like that but me. You understand?”
Moolah gazed into her eyes. She rolled them and didn’t respond. Moolah chuckled. He didn’t care if she called herselfhaving an attitude. It was only because Iskyiah was overly nice. Too nice, if you asked him. His baby was emotional and cared about everyone, which was why he tried hard not to let her see him like this. He knew he needed to cool off, so he took the rest of the ride to do just that.
