Page 50 of Bolt's Flame
I clenched my jaw, every muscle in my body tensing at the sight of her. This was my chance. My chance to get some answers, to figure out what the hell had happened that night. Jenny had been keeping herself on the low and out of sight.
“Jenny,” I snarled. “We need to talk.”
Her smile widened, like she’d been expecting this. “Oh? About what?”
“Don’t play fucking stupid,” I growled, stepping closer, cornering her against the wall. “What the hell happened that night? How did you end up in my bed?”
She batted her fake eyelashes, feigning innocence. “I thought we already went over this. You wanted to fuck, and I was more than happy to oblige. We had a good time and if you hadn’t got caught, we wouldn’t be havin’ this discussion.”
“Bullshit! You’re lyin’,” I snapped, my patience with her done. “I didn’t ask you to come to fuck and I never take sweet butts to my bed. I don’t remember anything after taking those pills for my headache. So, what the fuck did you do, Jenny?”
She shrugged, still playing the coy card. “Maybe you were just too drunk to remember, Bolt. It happens, but I assure you it didn’t affect your performance. You were so hot for me that I had to remind you to use protection.”
“Your one conniving bitch, because I sure as hell wasn’t hot for you and I wasn’t fucking drunk,” I hissed, stepping even closer, trapping her between me and the wall. “You slipped me somethin’, admit it. That’s the only explanation that makes sense and the more you fucking lie, the worse it’ll be for you.”
Jenny’s smile faltered, just for a second, and that was all I needed to know I was right. She had done something, and she knew it. But before I could push further, I heard a sound behind me.
“Bolt?”
My heart sank at the sound of Fiona’s soft voice. I turned, and there she was, standing a few feet away, her eyes wide with shock and hurt as she looked between me and Jenny.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I said, but the words felt empty, hollow, a fucking repeat of that night.
Her face went pale, the look of fresh betrayal gutting me. “I... I can’t believe this,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “And I came out to try to talk. I’m such a fool.”
“Fiona, wait—”
But she was already turning away, walking back into the clubhouse, her shoulders hunched in defeat.
I wanted to go after her, to explain, to make her see that this wasn’t what it looked like. But the damage was done. She’d seen me with Jenny, seen me cornering her like I was about to do something with her.
And now?
Now I’d pushed her even further away.
I turned back to Jenny, rage hotter than the summer sun inside me, but she just smiled, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. She’d won this round, and she knew it.
“You set me up, bitch, and I’ll prove it. Then I’ll kick your ass out of here so hard they’ll have to surgically remove my boot from your scheming ass,” I snarled, spitting in the dirt by her feet before walking off, leaving her stunned, still leaning on the wall.
“DAMN HIM!” Imuttered under my breath, thewords escaping as a harsh whisper. My hands clenched into tight fists at my sides as I swerved away from the back door, the wood seeming to mock me with its familiarity. I took off in the opposite direction, heading toward the old swing that hung from the sturdy branch of an ancient oak tree.
It had become my sanctuary, a place of solace where I could escape from the world. The thought of going inside, of pretending to be normal while a storm raged inside me wasunthinkable. The very idea of acting like nothing was bothering me, of painting on a smile and going through the motions was revolting.
For days, I had been donning this mask, this façade of normality. And it was taking a toll on me. Mentally, I felt drained, as if every ounce of my strength was being sucked into a black hole. Physically, I felt like a marionette with cut strings, barely able to keep myself upright. It was exhausting. That’s why I had decided to finally confront Bolt, to clear the air and lay my feelings bare.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans.
I wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted me—the sight of him with her.Again. As much as I willed them not to come, the tears started to fall, hot and fast down my cheeks. With a heavy sigh, I plopped down on the swing, its familiar creak offering cold comfort. Pushing off with my feet, I began to swing back and forth, my gaze fixated on the inky darkness that stretched out before me.
The night was calm and peaceful—nothing like what was going on inside me. In all honesty, I loved it here. There was something magical about this spot—about the entire clubhouse grounds. Nestled out here in such a beautiful location.
A sudden burst of giggling broke through my solo pity party. My heart pounded in my chest as I realized there was a couple approaching. The darkness made it hard to discern their features, but I could make out their silhouettes—two figures moving closer, their laughter echoing around me. They stopped next to the big oak tree—the very tree that my swing was attached to.
The sound of their intimate whispers and soft moans reached my ears, making me cringe. Panic grew inside me as I tried to figure out how to slip away unnoticed. The last thing I wanted was to be caught eavesdropping on a private moment.
“You have the biggest cock,” the female voice spoke, words slurred with lust and desire. It was Tillie. A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I recognized her voice. “I love how it stretches my lips and chokes me.”
“Then get ready, because I’m gonna fuck your mouth hard.” My heart stopped at the deep, gravelly voice. Gearhead. This was the last thing I needed—a firsthand account of his sexual escapades.