Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven

... chuckled pleasantly and brushed it off as best he could, walking quickly after her into reception. He handed his key card back to the beaming receptionist, also keeping one eye fixed on Kiara to make sure she wasn’t actually leaving the hotel without him. "Was everything all right?" the lady trilled, her large silver earrings dancing about the side of her head. He nodded and waited impatiently for her to run his receipt off. "Thanks. Bye." He bid her farewell as brusquely as possible, glancing down at the ragged piece of paper she'd handed him. It read 'P. Turner & 1 guest, one twin room, 1 night.' he crumpled it up and shoved it deep in the inside pocket of his jacket. He’d have to get rid of that as soon as possible. If Sadie happened across it, she’d never believe that the builders just stopped off at the hotel and stayed in twos and threes there. He pushed his way through the bustling crowd in reception, grabbing Kiara’s hand and nearly wrenching it from its socket as he dragged her out into the cold morning air. "Come on." he barked out as they approached the van, spotting refusal in her eyes already. "No,” she answered as firmly as she could. “I’m walking to Jake’s place." He sighed and opened the heavy van door, leaning up against it and looking back at her. “Don’t be so silly. You can’t walk all that way. It’s far too dangerous.” Her mood made him feel like he was actually remonstrating with a teenage daughter, just because she didn’t want to travel with her ...

... embarrassing old Dad in his work van. She stepped back, her eyes seeming to already be searching out an escape. He bit his lip and glanced into the darkened cab, an idea forming and saving him just in the nick of time. “You... you don’t want this ring after all then?” The mention of it was like electric current through her and she instantly turned back to face him. He sensed distrust in her dull eyes, but he could tell that the idea of reclaiming her precious ring was starting to permeate. The wind whipped about her as she stood there, loud cars roaring past at top speed on the dual carriageway next to them. Perhaps she could run, run all the way to Jake’s, but even if she didn’t get killed on all the roads, or get lost, would she even find a warm welcome once she got there. She was still petrified of the inside of that van, after everything that had gone on in there recently, but somewhere in her mind, she could feel the presence of Jake’s ring calling to her. She really did want it back desperately and he’d promised he’d give it to her this morning. If she found it, then she could go to Jake’s with it, show him that she’d still got it and that she hadn’t just lost it or thrown it away. He would smile at seeing it, they would kiss, and everything would be ok again. She hesitated for what seemed like an age, looking at Phil and blinking hard. Her better judgment was losing out as images of her and Jake flooded her brain. She hesitated, and then slowly, almost inexorably, she trudged ...