Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven

... long run I can assure you. He would've only broken your heart." Amazingly he kept his composure as he spouted the nonsense. Of course he failed to mention anything about the burning jealousy he felt by now at the thought of her with any other man. These last few seconds with her alone in the hotel room, were all he had to try and fill her head with some kind of propaganda. Some ideas to make sure that she and Jake weren’t just going to be forced closer together by him. Once he was back at work this afternoon, he could do nothing. By then he would certainly be crossing all of his fingers that she wouldn’t just jump into Jake's bed when she saw him. She might just do it out of seeking comfort, or just to get revenge on him for his brutality. She still stood firm, emotionless despite her stinging eyes. He moved in closer, hemming her into the corner as he touched her hair. “Hey. I know it wasn't ideal last night, but... well I mean it when I say this. You really were incredible." he took one last look into her eyes, thinking, not for the first time, how lucky he was to have had his cock inside her so often. He kissed her lips quickly, one last memento of their night here together, before then pulling the door open and trying to link her hand, stepping out into the warm corridor. As soon as she felt his fingers brush against hers, she pulled away, walking ahead of him, leaving him to check the door was locked, and then hurry to catch up with her. She felt strangely freed, and ...

... more secure out here in the open corridor. The idea of being in public comforted her, and once she spotted a family of four bustling their way into the lift ahead, she ran up and stepped inside, not even checking if Phil could catch up or not. She smiled politely, but it quickly faded once she saw the father of the young children beckoning to someone behind her. He was now holding the lift doors open as Phil jogged up to get inside too. She turned just in time to have Phil’s hulking figure squeezing inside just in front of her. “Thanks,” he said brightly as the doors slid shut, holding them all inside the cramped space. “I really don’t want to go losing you about this building Kiara,” he said amiably. She scowled at his fake concern, aware that he was again pretending to play her doting father. She struggled to turn away from him in the claustrophobic lift, and the family seemed to already be deep in their own conversation anyway. The mother was trying to check she had everything and that her young children were looking presentable for the outside world. Kiara had already decided that she didn’t want to walk with Phil. She wanted to walk home, or rather, walk to Jake's house instead of driving in that dirty van of his. By the time the doors slid open, giving a blast of refreshing cool air, she waltzed resolutely out and quickly started in the direction of the huge glass entrance. The attractive mother glanced at Phil as Kiara huffily walked off on her own. "Kids huh?" He ...