Food Truck Hero ~ A Love in the City Romance by Dellani Oakes Part 31


An angry silence fell over them. If looks could maim and kill, I’d be in little pieces, bleeding profusely.

“You’re welcome to stay out here, enjoy the pool. Have a few beers and spend the night, but I’m going to my room. You’re welcome to join me,” I directed at Rowena. “And the rest of you will mind your own business, rather than mine.”

Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around my waist and stormed out. I had a fleeting fear that they were going to take Randy apart, starting with his balls, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

“Done. I’m done. I’ve had it with those women.” I muttered and fussed as I had a shower and got the chlorine off me. Still fussing and fuming, I brushed my teeth and put on a clean pair of boxers.

When I got to the bedroom, I found a beautiful blonde curled up under the blankets.

“I showered in the guest bath. But I didn’t have a thing to wear,” she pouted prettily, tossing the blankets back.

Naked. Glorious. Beautiful. I sank into the bed beside her, pulling her close. She held up a condom packet and offered to roll it on for me. Once it was in place, she smoothed it, making me shiver.

“Don’t let them get to you.” She stroked me tenderly. “They’ll come around.”

I got busy with her body—caressing, licking, sucking, kissing. She had so many delicious and exciting parts to enjoy, I got lost in that for a time. Her hands were equally busy, her lips, tongue…. Foreplay never felt this fantastic with anyone else. I could have continued this phase nearly forever, but my lady love decided she’d had enough of that, and was ready for the main event. Only a fool would say no. My mama didn’t raise no fool.

Rolling on her back, she pulled me over her. Admiring how all her parts fit together, into a glorious whole, I worshiped at the shrine of our combined lust, sacrificing myself over and over until we were complete. With a hoarse cry, I came, my body trembling as I reached my peak. I could hear her voice, joining mine, gasping in time. Suddenly, she pulled my mouth from her breast, locking lips. Her breath filled my mouth, and she screamed. It was slightly muffled by our kiss, but anyone with ears would have heard it. I found I didn’t care about the audience. All that mattered was her desire and mine. I had to admit, I was pretty proud of myself, I’d never made a woman scream like that before.

We lay side by side, legs tangled in the sheets, panting like we’d run a marathon. I couldn’t get enough of kissing and touching her. I wanted her again already, and we’d only finished five minutes ago. She excited me in ways I’d never even imagined. Even the bottom of my feet felt satisfied for the first time. How’s that possible?

“I have happy feet,” I murmured, nuzzling her throat.

“Oh, yeah? That’s a good thing.”

“Very. I felt that climax all the way down. Never happened before.”

“So, your feet are smiling.”

“Every inch of me is smiling.”

“My feet are happy, too. You make my toes tingle. Everything….”


We were just gearing up for round two when someone hammered on my door. The doorknob rattled and the pounding continued.

“Keir! Keir!” It was my mother.

Grabbing my boxers, I yanked them up and opened the door. Mom nearly fell into the room.

“What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“Awful! Something awful! Get dressed. Hurry!” She wouldn’t give me details.

I could hear my sisters chattering, upset. A bustle and rush, they were dressed and heading downstairs. I pulled on jeans and a tee shirt, ran down the stairs to my living room. There was a cop car outside, the lights flashing. My mother and sisters sat in the living room, looking shell shocked.

“Mr. Doyle?” a police officer stood on my front porch. The door was open, but he hadn’t entered.


“You’re the brother of Dionne Richards?”

“Yes….” I had no idea where this was going. He looked solemn.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, sir. Mrs. Richards was in a car accident an hour ago.”

“No,” I muttered. “No. Oh, no. No, no, no….”

“She was declared dead on arrival at the hospital.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I tried not to yell, or otherwise lose my shit. “Was anyone else in the car?”

“Her husband. He was driving.”

“Is the bastard dead?” Mom asked.

The cop’s glance flickered over to her, but he focused on me. “No.”

“Their son?”

“Was not in the car. Your sister and brother-in-law were apparently on the way to the hospital. She had sustained a knife wound in the abdomen. Steven Richards is in the hospital, and will be held for questioning. I’m very sorry for your loss, Mr. Doyle.”

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