With that promise in my eyes, he pressed harder, inserting his thumb in that forbidden entrance.
And I detonated.
Fucking blew into tiny little pieces.
My asshole clenched on his thumb, causing erotic tingles to shoot through my body.
His triumphant grin was the last thing I saw as my vision went dark.
Either my eyes closed, or I had lost the ability to see, because when I finally came to once again, Foster had pulled out of me and stripped the condom from his length.
He was working himself slowly.
His big fist moving over the hard length of his cock.
It looked so angry.
He looked so angry.
And when he bent down and lifted his pants over his raging erection, buttoning it, I knew that this wasn’t over.
We’d have it out again later.
He left without a backwards glance, but once again, the promise was there.
And I would never know when it was coming.Chapter 19Want to piss off a woman? Just open your mouth. That usually works.
-Words of wisdom
Blake
I was still mad four hours later as we drove to Benton, Louisiana.
So mad, in fact, that I hadn’t said a word to Foster in all that time.
I wasn’t usually one for silent treatments, but I was fairly sure if I said a word to him, I’d probably turn into my mother, and I didn’t want him to witness that.
I still wanted him to love me, after all.
Not that he’d relayed those words to me.
I hadn’t either, but still.
I was a lovable woman. What was not to love?
I played with a frayed piece of my jean shorts that were at the very top of my thighs.
The seated position allowing even more of my legs to show than what was supposed to.
The shorts were short to begin with, and I would’ve changed, but it seemed to annoy Foster that I was wearing something so revealing.
It’s not like I was showing off my ass cheeks or anything, but if I bent over, they’d be visible.
He hadn’t said a word, which was two points in his favor. Especially with the way he’d left me there, against the counter after he was done with me.
I did notice how he never lost the erection our entire drive, though.
Which secretly made me happy that he was suffering.
I stared in complete shock at The Dixie Warden MC’s clubhouse.
Foster hadn’t even waited for me.
He’d freakin’ got out of the truck and started to walk inside without even waiting to see if I’d followed.
Which pissed me off.
Really, really bad.
So what did I do?
Absolutely nothing.
I laid my seat back, grabbed Foster’s fleece line KPD parka, and draped it over myself before I closed my eyes and went to fucking sleep.
Fuck him and his party.***Foster
“Where’s Blake?” Viddy asked me.
Viddy was my sister-in- law.
She married Trance a few years ago and they had two beautiful children together.
A girl and a boy.
Both of which were currently playing at my feet. Or foot. They were both really interested in my new prosthesis.
“No clue. Here somewhere, I’d guess,” I answered her, making a cursory effort to locate her.
I wasn’t worried she’d be hurt by the men after her, though.
The party we were at had a shit ton of security, mainly in the form of off duty police officers, Marines, Army Rangers, Navy SEALS, and many, many others.
The clubhouse was also inside a ten foot razor wire lined fence that you had to have a code to get into.
And seeing as this was one of the ‘family’ parties, no one but the families were here, which meant there wasn’t any club whores or hanger-ons allowed.
“You don’t know?” Viddy asked in confusion. “You didn’t bring her in here?”
I shook my head. “No. When I left her, she was giving me the silent treatment.”
I was also surprised at my lack of control, which had mainly been the reason why I’d left her so abruptly.
I didn’t pride myself in how I’d just treated her.
In fact, I was just plain embarrassed in myself by the way I’d acted.
“Trance!” Viddy called.
Trance, who’d been at the bar talking with Kettle, one of his fellow Dixie Wardens members, turned his head to look at his wife.
“What?” He called loudly over the crowd.
“Your brother’s a dumbass!” She screamed.
I shook my head in exasperation. “You don’t know that.”
She turned her glare towards me as she said, “Yes I do.”
“We already know he’s a dumbass!” Trance bellowed.
Miller, who’d walked up behind us and snatched Trance’s son, Ford, up into his arms, started laughing. “That’s true. We already knew he was a dumbass.”
Viddy turned her glare on me. “Go find her. Bring her to me.”
I sighed, disentangled my foot from a very excited to see my ‘weird robot foot’ nephew, and left to find my giving-me-the-silent-treatment woman.
A woman I couldn’t find fucking anywhere.
Something I found out after twenty minutes of searching for her.
That’s about when I started to freak out.
She wouldn’t have tried to leave, right?
The gate opens automatically from the inside.
If she’d wanted to, she could’ve left with incredible ease.
Rushing to my truck, I hopped inside and slammed the door.
“We’re leaving already?” Blake asked tiredly.
I nearly had a heart attack.
Big bad SEAL that I was and all.
“Fuck!” I groaned. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry,” she whispered tiredly. “I’m sorry.”
I closed my eyes and reached over the console to run my hand over her long hair. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I had a nap, and got over my snit. I never meant to compare you to David. I know you’ll never be him. It’s just hard to stop my mouth sometime,” she whispered.
Now I felt horrible.
“You have nothing to apologize for, Blake. That was all me. I should’ve never left you with her,” I explained. “Not to mention I was acting like a child when you said what you had to say. Which all of it happened to be true. I just don’t like hearing I was wrong,” I explained.
She tilted her head and kissed my wrist before asking a question that had my heart stalling in my chest, and then beating double time.