Page 38 of Sapphire's Gem
Gah. “My vibrator is getting quite a workout,” I taunted.
That didn’t have the effect I wanted. Wylde twisted and pinned me to my seat. He closed the distance between us again, and I knew I’d won.
“Baby, my right hand will have carpal tunnel, but it will be well worth it. Every time I take my cock in hand and masturbate, it’s you I’m thinking of.”
Fuck him! My pussy spasmed, and a low moan escaped me as I imagined his cock. I was aware he was large, because I’d seen evidence of it. I’d not had sex for nearly a year, and shit, my pussy was clamouring for Wylde’s cock.
Wylde grinned and sat back in his seat, and started the engine.
My eyes met Nun’s through the window, and she made an obscene gesture before fanning herself. Wylde laughed, and I guessed he’d noticed her. Bitch.
???
Wylde held my hand as we walked into the country club. He’d parked up himself instead of using the valet and, as promised, given me his keys. The valet looked amused by my casual dress and winked in support.
Wylde glowered at him, and I giggled. Possessive Wylde was amusing.
A man hurried towards us, his eyes focused on me and not Wylde. He wore a suit, and his badge said ‘Assistant Manager’ with the name ‘Talbot’. I knew what was coming.
“I believe you’re in the wrong place,” he said as he approached.
“No,” I replied.
“Your kind—”
“I beg your pardon,” Wylde snapped. Talbot turned to him and blanched.
“Mr Wylde!”
“Detective.”
“Detective Wylde. The young… lady is with you?”
“Problem?”
“The dress code,” Talbot stuttered.
“I’ve got a sports jacket and pants on,” Wylde said, being deliberately obtuse. I hid a grin.
“The young…” Talbot paused.
“Do you have an issue saying lady? Are you trying to call my date something else?” Wylde snarled, and the guy paled.
“No, not at all. But she’s wearing gang colours,” he hissed.
“I don’t see any.”
“Sir, on her back.”
“These aren’t gang colours. How ignorant are you? Do you get off insulting guests?” I demanded, drawing his attention. “That’s a motorbike club patch. Talk about insulting me! I’m not so sure I want lunch here.”
Wylde’s lips twitched, and I knew he was as amused as I was. “Yeah, I agree. Tell my parents why I won’t be having lunch with them today or in the foreseeable future. Clearly, my date isn’t welcome.”
Wylde spun on his heels, and we began to walk out.
“Wait! Um, please,” Talbot called and chased us. Wylde stared down his nose at him as the guy got in front of us.
“I apologise.”
