Page 58 of Sling’s Awakening

Blake turns back in her seat once Lilah is out of sight, facing me once again. The glare still in place.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I ask.

Bomber’s shoulders begin to shake as he starts to laugh while he slides off the stool. “Have fun with that one, Prez. You getting Mountain later?”

“Yeah, I’ll get him.”

“Sounds good. Don’t have too much fun tonight, you two.” Bomber winks before taking his beer and leaving us alone.

I take another sip of my beer as I watch Blake. “You going to answer me?”

“Is there a reason you brought me back here?” Blake asks, the attitude back with a vengeance.

“There a reason you’re questioning what the fuck I’m doing?”

Blake sniffs. “It pisses me off that you think it’s okay to parade the women you sleep with in front of me after I just bailed your ass out of jail. Next time, I’m leaving you in there.”

Shit.

She thinks I slept with Lilah? I don’t sleep with club pussy, but I guess she wouldn’t know that because it hasn’t come up. Until now.

She’s fucking jealous.

“Why are you smirking?” Blake snaps. “I’m glad you think this is funny.”

“You’re jealous.”

“I am not jealous.”

“Toots, you can call it whatever you want, but the thought of me having my dick in Lilah pisses you off. Tell me I’m lying,” I challenge.

Blake’s eyes narrow before she quickly grabs her glass and throws it at me, what’s left of the Mike’s Hard Lemonade splashing me in the face and going all down the front of me.

“Fuck you.” She seethes as she gets off the bar stool and storms out of the clubhouse.

Oh, hell to the fucking no.

I hop over the bar, jogging to catch up to her.

Fuck, she’s fast when she’s pissed.

She hasn’t looked back once as she storms to her car. My arms wrap around her waist once I catch up to her and throw her over my shoulder.

“Sling!” she screams as she pounds her fists on my back. “Put me down! I’m going home! You can’t just manhandle me whenever you feel like it.”

I slap her ass, making sure to hit the same spot I spanked her in earlier, knowing it would be sore and make my point that much more.

“I swear to god if you slap my ass one more time!”

“What are you going to do about it, toots? Huh?” I goad her as I head back into the clubhouse, heading straight for my room. “You’re on my property. I call the fucking shots.”

Turning my face to the side, I wipe the liquid that’s still coating my face from the drink she threw at me.

“Do not wipe that on me,” she orders, pounding her fists into my back even harder.

“You’re not in the position to be making demands,” I tell her as I kick the door to my room shut behind me and toss her down on my bed.

Her tits bounce from the recoil before she leans up on her arms and looks around.