“I’ll be waiting.” I wink at her, and she smiles while biting her fucking plump lip, before fitting on her face mask, scooping up her leathers, and hurrying off towards the bathrooms in the back.
Fucking hell, even watching her walk has my cock straining at the sway of her hips.
Maybe I should’ve booked a hotel, but it would’ve been too fucking hard to find something. Most aren’t running in the city, and those thatarehave been turned into isolation accommodation.
Fuck. This world is fucking crazy.
I ignore the strange looks I get from the other diners as I move through the restaurant, towards the front.
I get it.
I’m a little too rough around the edges to be in a nice place like this, but that’s their fucking problem. Not mine.
I pay for our meal before slipping back into my leathers by the door, waiting for my beautiful wife to join me.
I hope she fucking hurries. I’m starving for her, even though I had her early this morning. I swear I can’t get enough of my Angel, and the idea of fucking her out in the open on my bike is going to tick off one of the hundreds of fantasies I have about my wife.
I can’t fucking wait.
37
After peeing, I hurry to get myself dressed in my leathers, but since this stall is so tiny, I know I’ll have to do it out by the basins.
Flushing the toilet, I unlatch the lock on my stall and move to the counter, dumping my leathers on top. I quickly wash my hands, peering up into the mirror and seeing just how flushed my cheeks are.
Ohhh, Ringo would have loved seeing them like that. He would have instantly known how turned on he’d made me.
I smile at myself as I hear the door squeak open, and drop my gaze back down to my hands to finish washing up.
I can’t wait to get my birthday present off him.
His mouth on me… eating me.
I bite my lip as heat pools between my legs.
Jesus, I don’t know if I can even make it to this place he’s going to take me. I’m so… horny.
Shutting the water off, I turn to search for the paper towel dispenser, and gasp as I come face to face with someone I’d hoped I’d never see again.
“You killed my nephew.”
Air gets trapped in my lungs as I stagger back, only to bump into the basin, my hands immediately reaching back to steady myself.
“Nothing to say, slut?”
“You need to leave!” I yell, hoping someone will hear, and Ian Allen’s face contorts in a sneer.
“I’ll fucking leave once I’ve gotten what I’ve come for.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. My phone is with my leathers on the counter, and my eyes flick to it sitting right on top.
It’s at least three metres from where I am, but only a few feet from where Ian is.
“There’s nothing for you here!” I yell louder, and he chuckles.
“Bitch,youare what I need. I’m gonna take you with me and do everything and more that my nephew and his mates did to you. I’m not even going to kill you. I’m going to keep you until the day I fucking die.”
I believe every word he’s saying. If he takes me, I’ll likely never be found, but Ringo is here in this building. Surely he’ll come looking for me soon, right?
