Chapter Two

One hour later…

Jude you are a good person, you think good things… some good things. I want to kill Tommy. No bad Jude! I love Tommy---- he needs to die. Bad, very bad, think pretty fluffy bunnies. Wait, that makes me think of my pajamas that Tommy bought me for my Birthday last year. Dammit, Tommy needs to die. I hate him. If I was wearing heels like Sadie always tells me I need to, I could slip one off and beat the crap out of him.

"Why are your ears smoking big eyes?" Tommy asked with too much humor in his voice.

"No smoke, just mild steam."

After rolling his eyes Tommy tried to speak again, "Why the mild steam then?"

"Oh its nothing," Squeezing the steering wheel tight enough to leave an indention I tried to act cool. Pretend I was not bothered by the fact Tommy was just mere seconds ago flirting with Kens bitches Barbie and whoever the hell else she hung out with in the car next to us.

"And I'm ugly. Now tell me the truth, what has you all hot and bothered this time?" I dared to glance over at him. His cocky smile, lips so kissable. Oh right, um…um.

"Did you get their number?" Damn, damn, damn. I was supposed to be cool. Not show any signs of jealousy. Tommy grinned knowingly, to make matters worse he winked at me. He actually winked! "Well, did you?"

"Why would I need their number Jude? Aren't you woman enough for me?"

"I think I am," Before I could blush. Any more than I already am, I let one of my hands fall from the steering wheel. Lazily I walked my fingers across Tommy's thigh, up….up, until my next stop would be Tommy central. Oh yeah, now I have your attention. Was it me or did his breath just hitch? Grinning I pulled my hand away, shaking my head for dramatic effects, "I'm just not sure you're man enough for me."

Before he could answer two annoying horns blared on both sides of the car. Tommy immediately turned his attention back to the bimbos whereas my attention was drawn to the car next to the drivers side. An older guy with wild white hair was waving franticly at me. Uh, hi? Smiling sweetly I raised my hand and waved to him before turning back towards Tommy.

"So like how many more miles until we reach the exit?" Slut number one with dark brown hair asked through her open window. Her lips were way over glossed.

"Just one. We passed the road sign just a ways back. Look out on the right side because the next exit comes up really fast. Especially if you're not used to this area," Tommy could be so sweet. Yeah right. I bet those girls knew exactly how to find the damn exit.

Slut number two with long blonde hair, who was occupying the passengers seat leaned over, showing way too much cleavage. Hun, you need to call up the doctor who jacked those hooters up. One is way bigger than the other. Her lashes lowered seductively, her mouth pouted perfectly, "Do you think this traffic will magically open?" Her lips turned upwards into a well practiced come hither grin, "I so have to take a tinkle."

Tinkle? Snorting in humor I covered my face to cover the chuckle wanting to burst forth. Tommy turned to glare at me before his attention was once again replaced to the bimbos.

"Oh my gaw, I so do too," And now the third slut in the stripper trio spoke up. She was actually, well I thought she was pretty until she rolled down the backseat window. Her over teased eyebrows and Michael Jackson-like nose was enough to scare any dead person back to their grave. "We like stopped on our way and bought these really HUGE hot chocolates," As if to prove her point she held up a styrofoam cup. Way huge my ass. I order coffee every morning in cups bigger than that. "We've been driving like forever and its so freezing outside, so we totally had to stop and buy something sweet and warm to bring heat back to us," Every word she spoke I could see her undressing my man with her eyes. Oh hell no, you better watch yourself. "It would be nice to have a big strong hot man to ride along with us," She just had to go there didn't she?

"I'm sure you ladies can find lots of things to keep you entertained while on the road," Tommy said. The back of his head was looking really good as a dart board right about now.

"Why don't you join us and find out?" Slut number one purred. Her perfectly manicured fingers twirling curly cues in her hair.

And now it was my cue to break up this oh-so-sweet moment. Before Tommy could answer my hand shot out and pulled him back into his seat. He glared at me in confusion, without giving him further thought I pushed the gear shift up all the way, making sure the car was in park before leaning all the way over Tommy so I could see the whores face to face.

"I'm sure he would just love to be your little toy for the next hour but right now he's under strict doctors orders," Lowering my voice to a dramatic whisper I eyed each one of them before continuing, "You see me and him were in the heat of passion last week, and I accidentally shifted too rough against--," Pausing I had the good nature to blush slightly, for dramatic purposes of course, "His joy stick, and well… now he has to wear a brace until junior is all rested up," Turning my gaze upwards to Tommy's horrified face I smirked inwardly before adding insult to injury, "Isn't that right snuggle-boo?" I questioned with my best babyish voice. I was about to pinch his cheeks for good measure but he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back over to my side of the car.

Ouch! You-you gorgeous meanie you!

"Yeah sure pumpkin," Tommy harshly whispered through gritted teeth.

"Oh my gaw. That happened to one of my man friends. I was all over him when he suddenly blacked out. I was so freaked out I swear I had a heart attack," Slut numbero tres spoke up from the back. Heh, she must always take the backseat… ha ha to her. "I'm sure after some good rest you'll be as good as new. Then you come and find us and we'll show you a real good Christmas present." Her flirting was making my stomach crawl. Did she not see me sitting here?

Slut one and two giggled on cue. Both flipping their hair in efforts to make Tommy notice them. Okay, that's it, its war. Ignoring the irritating blasts of a car horn from next to me I once again leaned over Tommy. Mess with my man, you mess with me twits!

"Jude---" Tommy began, only to be interrupted by my fire laced mouth as it opened to scorch the stripper trio.

"Word of friendly advice. At the next exit," Pointing my index finger out the window, "If you turn left instead of right. Go all the way down about two miles you'll run into a Santa display," Grinning in pure evilness I drew imaginary lines in the air with my finger, "I heard at night they remove the cutout and behind the wall is a bar. Santa's been advertising for some help, seems he lost his 'Ho, Ho, Ho's' maybe you guys can help him out."

All three girls and Tommy gasped, I laughed, only to flinch when Tommy not so kindly pushed me once again into my seat, "What the hell is your problem girl?" Tommy asked. His eyebrows were furrowed in mighty irritation. Do I sense a hint of humor in his eyes?

"No you don't," Tommy muttered as he grumpily rolled up his window. Shutting out the pouts from the hussies next to us.

"Excuse me?"

Tommy rolled his eyes, "You don't see any humor in my eyes, because there is none there," So now he can read my damn mind. How freaking awesome is that? Little Tommy Q can read my mind! Wooohoo! "Stop that Jude! It's not funny! I can't believe you said that about me, and you. know. who!" Glancing down he eyed his crotch in admiration before turning his saddened gaze to me, "I have to wear a brace, because you broke Tommy Jr?"

Smirking I nodded in his direction, "Until he's back in action, snuggle-boo."

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? I kind of like it," Reaching over I pinched his cheek with my free hand. Man he had smooth skin. As many times as I've touched his face, I never really stopped to appreciate how near perfect he is.