That was immediately followed by a whimper, the decision to squeeze her eyes shut, and willing her stomach to stop doing whatever it was doing and take mercy on her. She really didn’t need this right now, Dylan thought as she was forced to curl up into the fetal position and-
She was definitely going to be sick, which was a problem since she was currently curled up in the fetal position in her truck and parked somewhere that she wasn’t supposed to be. She was hoping to surprise Quinn, but something, mostly the group of Bradfords currently surrounding her truck, told her that wasn’t a good idea.
She-
Whimpered when the knock came at her passenger side window, letting her know that her time was up, which would have normally been an issue, but today, she came prepared. Not bothering to open her eyes, Dillion reached down and felt around the floor until she found the large Tupperware container of cookies that she’d brought, hoping to use them to bribe her way into Quinn’s trailer.
She picked up the container and placed it on the dashboard before she reached over and ran her fingers over the passenger side door until she found what she was looking for and rolled down the window. Once it was down, she reached for the container of cookies, bitch-slapping the dashboard as she went until she found them, picked them up and-
Sighed when they were snatched out of her hand. She waited a moment until she heard the telltale sounds of Bradfords bitch-slapping each other before she reached over, pulled on the handle and did her best to shove it open the rest of the way. That was followed by gagging, panicking, and a whimper here and there to make sure that this was a memorable moment before she reached back down and searched for the plastic bag she picked up at the pharmacy and-
“You’re not supposed to be here,” Tristan drawled, leaving Dylan with no choice but to open her eyes and found herself wondering if glaring was hereditary.
She opened her mouth, decided against it, squeezed her eyes closed, and when that was followed by her stomach violently turning, Dylan settled for shoving the bag in Tristan’s hands.
“Oh, God…” came the panicked response that had her gesturing for him to get on with it.
Thankfully, he understood what “it” was and handed her back her bag before reaching for her and gently pulling her out of the truck, and when she didn’t puke, carefully throwing her over his shoulder. As they made their way across BlackwoodManor’s front lawn, they were met with the sounds of more bitch slapping, gasps of outrage, and-
“Those are my cookies, asshole!”
“Does Quinn know you’re here?” Tristan asked while Dylan hung there, desperately searching for the will to live as she was jostled in a way that her stomach really didn’t appreciate.
“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise,” she mumbled weakly against his back.
“He’ll definitely be surprised,” Tristan said as she felt him make his way up the steps to Tristan’s trailer and-
“You handed Blackwood Manor over tohim?” came the shrieked demand that had Dylan frowning as she turned her head and-
Realized that she’d never seen her sister this pissed before.
“You really didn’t leave me with much of a choice,” Dylan said before she cleared her throat to get Tristan to put her down and-
“What the hell are you doing here?” came the question that drew her attention to find her husband glaring at her, which at this point was to be expected.
“I didn’t break our deal,” Dylan said as Tristan carefully set her down on her feet only to end up grabbing onto her arm when the nausea that was making it really difficult to think right now, threatened to drop her on her ass.
“Then, what are you doing here?” Quinn demanded as she discreetly shoved the pharmacy bag in her pocket when she caught Jenn sending it a curious look.
“I’m here for sex,” Dylan said with a firm nod that her stomach really didn’t appreciate and couldn’t help but notice that the muscle in his jaw was already throbbing. So, she decided to follow that up by gesturing towards Tristan, who was thankfully still holding onto her and stopping her from falling on her ass, and added, “With him.”
“You’re sleeping with Tristan?” Brooke asked in a tone that clearly stated that she didn’t believe her, which she really didn’t appreciate at the moment.
“Yes,” Dylan said with a firm nod. “All the time.”
“Jesus Christ,” Tristan said, reaching up to rub the back of his neck with a heavy sigh while her husband gave her a look that really said it all.
He was going to spank her ass.
“Let me get this straight,” Brooke said, looking as though she was having a difficult time understanding this as she pointed at Tristan, “you’re sleeping with him?”
“Well, not right now. We took a break on the walk over here so that we could save our energy for round two,” Dylan said as she glanced at the bathroom door and-
She wasn’t going to make it.
“Why is he glaring at you?” Jenn asked as Dylan somehow resisted the urge to place her hand on her stomach and curl up into a ball on the floor, knowing that it would only lead to questions that she couldn’t answer right now.
“Because I wore him out?” Dylan said, hoping that would end this so that she could die in peace.
