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I headed back into the clubhouse and before I could sit my ass down back in my chair, Powers called out, “Church.”
With that, everyone that was sitting stood up, and then we filed one by one into the room we used for church.
I was in the middle of taking my seat when my phone pinged with a text. But it wasn’t a text, no, it was an image.
My Angel -*butt in the air*
I bit my lip and then texted her back.
Me -That was uncalled for.
My Angel -No. What’s uncalled for was making me wet, and then not dipping your fingers into the waistband of my jeans, teasing me, and bringing your fingers to your lips.
I was about to reply to her when another text came through.
My Angel -Had I made a single drop of precum spill from your cock, I would have dropped to my knees and licked every single droplet of it up.
I grabbed at my now hard as fuck cock and moved it so I was comfortable.
Me -Payback is a bitch.
My Angel -You’re all talk.
“I’ll show you,” I said aloud and didn’t realize I did.
“What?” Gage asked from his seat across from me.
“My woman, she’s playing with fire and playing dirty as fuck.”
“I…” he trailed off when his phone went off.
He pulled it out, looked at it, and then grinned.
And when he did that, everyone’s phone went off with a text.
Let me be clear, every taken man’s phone went off with a text.
Even Skinner was smiling down at his phone.
Powers looked up from his and asked, “Okay, who started this shit?”
I grinned, “That would be my woman.”
He shook his head, sighed, and then opened his mouth and grabbed the gavel, but not before the sound of his phone ringing stopped him.
I don’t think he realized that somehow his cheek had hit the speaker button on his phone.
Not when we could all hear Lil ask, “How in the hell do you not respond to a text like that?”
Powers smirked down at the table and said, “Dove, why the hell would I waste my time responding to that when I would much prefer to show my appreciation the moment you get home?”
We all heard her scoff, “That’s beside the point. I… wait, how long do you think you’re going to be at the clubhouse?”
The man shrugged, and then said, “A few hours at least. Why?”
“Well, my dad offered to watch the kids. And since you won’t show me your appreciation for the photo I sent you, I might as well show you my displeasure with you for not responding to my text.” Did he not recognize that tone of hers?
And I knew he didn’t recognize that tone she used with him when he asked, with a scoff mind you, “And how would you do that?”
