Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven

... forward, mechanically making her way around to the passenger’s side and getting in. Something troubled her greatly, and she knew deep down that this was wrong. Yet she’d been pulled by some invisible force, still trusting that somehow this would help her and Jake be all right together. She sat there, sulking in her seat, like she’d been condemned. "Put your belt on," he said tersely, slamming his own door and now blatantly dropping the subject of the ring. She didn’t move, ignoring him as he did his own up. "I said put your belt on. You won't be safe otherwise." he dumped his heavy jacket in the seat behind him, not needing it any more, neither to keep him warm nor keep her quiet. "Like you care about that," she spat, staying still and turning her head to look out of the window. She was determined not to obey his orders. She spoke again, but kept staring out to the road. At least if she didn’t look at him, he couldn’t have that power over her. "I want the ring now,” she said flatly, refusing to let him avoid the subject altogether. “You said last night I could have it back." Even alluding to the events of yesterday sent a shiver down her spine, but she wasn’t going to come away from this horrible night empty-handed. He was about to push harder for her to do her belt up, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to get away with it that easily. He sat back in his chair, the slight gem of a plan glimmering in his mind. He crossed his hands over each other, looking at her earnestly. ...

... “Well I did say you could have it but, quite honestly, I don’t really know where it is. It's around here somewhere. If you can find it, you can keep it." He shrugged his shoulders, pulling the lever to slide his seat back and then hitching his legs up in front of him. He rested his boots on the dashboard, his legs leaning against the side of the steering wheel. He undid his belt, then began to pick at his dirty nails, as if waiting for her to move. , He looked absently out of the window, satisfied that he’d given her enough room to scour the floor for her present. He waited to see if she’d accept the challenge, already secretly knowing that her search would be futile anyway. On the day last week that he’d found it, lying on the floor of the vehicle, he’d totally forgotten to dispense of it at work. Once he got home though, to hide it from Sadie, he buried it deep in his workman's toolbox under the stairs. And there it still lay now, far out of its owner’s reach. Kiara eyed him curiously, wondering if it were some kind of trick. This time though, it really did look like he was reluctantly just sticking to his part of the deal. He could hardly do anything to her in the public car-park to a hotel surely, even if they did happen to be tucked away in the corner bay. She thought for a second, then climbed down from her seat, determined to find her ring, and win this little victory over him. She slipped herself down onto the floor, wrinkling her nose at the damp smell of all the muck ...