Morning Glories (Devil's Hornets MC Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas Page B
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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into the room, Jack noticed that he was still fully clothed, and beside her grade A tits, she was pretty much clothed as well. No one had ever rocked his world with a hand job and instructions while he was still clothed, but all was not right in the kingdom. The natives were restless and not happy at all.
“Natalie?” Jack walked toward her as she exited the kitchen and he took the cloth that she handed him.
“I want you to go, Jack,” she told him in a voice that brooked no argument.
There he was. Standing in the living room with his dick out and holding a wet cloth feeling like he had been given a powerful one two punch. What the hell happened?
“Now, please.” Natalie said moving toward the door.
“What’s going on?” Jack wanted to plead his case because he hadn’t gotten to anything he was supposed to say. What… the … fuck. He was so screwing up, but he hoped that there was still time to turn this around.
“I can’t do this. You came here just because you saw me at the rehab facility when you had the opportunity to call or text me anytime you wanted. You changed your number not me. Then you say we can’t be seen together like I’m one of your other floozies. I may have been before, but that’s over now. I won’t be hidden away like I’m some secret that you can deny whenever it suits you.”
“I didn’t even get a chance to talk to you. You came at me with sex from the door; this wasn’t my intention.” It was a weak argument, but it was true. He wasn’t going to bring up sex unless she did, but he knew in his heart that she wasn’t going to do that, but he was wrong and that was exactly what she’d done.
“I’m sure it wasn’t, but this is me letting you go. You make it seem so easy, but I guess I’m not made like you. It’s not going to stop me from letting you go. I’m sure you’re not going to sit around and mope like I did, but maybe I can get some closure from this.” She stood in front of him so bold and sure that he wanted nothing more but to give her a hug, but he knew she wasn’t going to go for that.
His mouth was still open when she finished her quiet tirade, and he turned to walk out the door.
“You may want to put your dick away, but that is entirely up to you,” she said as he walked by her.
Those were the last words he heard from her before she shut the door quietly. The way she’d done things let him know that she was beyond pissed. There was no screaming and crying… he thought he could probably break through that and get her to calm down. This was deep seated, simmering rage. He’d fix this too, but he would need a little more time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Natalie couldn’t believe the way she’d acted with Jack. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve every minute of it, but she hated that her one time fuck you payback had left her without using him one last time. It had been one week, and she’d not seen hide or hair of him. It wasn’t surprising. You don’t tell a man that dynamic to leave and then slam the door on his ass while his dick was still swinging in the wind. She was going to have to be okay with what she’d done. It seemed like he was waffling. Sometimes he wanted to be with her and other times he wanted to hide her away. She had to take that decision away from him. She chose not to be treated like green flavored candy, because she was the pink lemonade flavored candy, but if she didn’t treat herself like that, no one else would either.
“Everything okay?” Billy asked as he set out new arrangements. The man had taken to this place like a chef at an outdoor barbeque and almost took over the shop. He’d learned everything there was about how it ran from the accounting to the ordering of flowers, and the man actually made floral arrangements.
“What could be wrong?” That was the answer she always gave him because he’d asked her if everything was okay every day since
“Natalie?” Jack walked toward her as she exited the kitchen and he took the cloth that she handed him.
“I want you to go, Jack,” she told him in a voice that brooked no argument.
There he was. Standing in the living room with his dick out and holding a wet cloth feeling like he had been given a powerful one two punch. What the hell happened?
“Now, please.” Natalie said moving toward the door.
“What’s going on?” Jack wanted to plead his case because he hadn’t gotten to anything he was supposed to say. What… the … fuck. He was so screwing up, but he hoped that there was still time to turn this around.
“I can’t do this. You came here just because you saw me at the rehab facility when you had the opportunity to call or text me anytime you wanted. You changed your number not me. Then you say we can’t be seen together like I’m one of your other floozies. I may have been before, but that’s over now. I won’t be hidden away like I’m some secret that you can deny whenever it suits you.”
“I didn’t even get a chance to talk to you. You came at me with sex from the door; this wasn’t my intention.” It was a weak argument, but it was true. He wasn’t going to bring up sex unless she did, but he knew in his heart that she wasn’t going to do that, but he was wrong and that was exactly what she’d done.
“I’m sure it wasn’t, but this is me letting you go. You make it seem so easy, but I guess I’m not made like you. It’s not going to stop me from letting you go. I’m sure you’re not going to sit around and mope like I did, but maybe I can get some closure from this.” She stood in front of him so bold and sure that he wanted nothing more but to give her a hug, but he knew she wasn’t going to go for that.
His mouth was still open when she finished her quiet tirade, and he turned to walk out the door.
“You may want to put your dick away, but that is entirely up to you,” she said as he walked by her.
Those were the last words he heard from her before she shut the door quietly. The way she’d done things let him know that she was beyond pissed. There was no screaming and crying… he thought he could probably break through that and get her to calm down. This was deep seated, simmering rage. He’d fix this too, but he would need a little more time.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Natalie couldn’t believe the way she’d acted with Jack. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve every minute of it, but she hated that her one time fuck you payback had left her without using him one last time. It had been one week, and she’d not seen hide or hair of him. It wasn’t surprising. You don’t tell a man that dynamic to leave and then slam the door on his ass while his dick was still swinging in the wind. She was going to have to be okay with what she’d done. It seemed like he was waffling. Sometimes he wanted to be with her and other times he wanted to hide her away. She had to take that decision away from him. She chose not to be treated like green flavored candy, because she was the pink lemonade flavored candy, but if she didn’t treat herself like that, no one else would either.
“Everything okay?” Billy asked as he set out new arrangements. The man had taken to this place like a chef at an outdoor barbeque and almost took over the shop. He’d learned everything there was about how it ran from the accounting to the ordering of flowers, and the man actually made floral arrangements.
“What could be wrong?” That was the answer she always gave him because he’d asked her if everything was okay every day since
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