I eyed her up and down, my eyes tracing those creamy curves. I almost lost it then, I could hardly stand the fact that there was so much gorgeous, curvy flesh out in the open, barely shielded by that cover-up, dudes walking by blatantly checking my girl out, eating her up with their eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I growled, suddenly possessive. “You walk around campus naked like this all the time? Here,” I said, grabbing her towel out of her hands and draping it around her shoulders, “cover yourself, this outfit is fucking indecent.”
And the girl gasped, fighting me, struggling under my hands, trying to brush the material off her shoulders, boobs jiggling, butt jouncing. But it was totally futile. I was intent on covering her up because no way, no how other guys were going to look at that delectable body. It belonged to me, that pussy, those tits, those thighs, they were mine.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Stone?” she gasped, eyes flaring, as she struggled and twisted, trying to throw me off. “You don’t get to come here and tell me what to do, what to wear, how to behave! You disappeared!” she hissed. “Disappeared without a trace and now you think you can come back and be the boss? Get a clue!” she spat.
But before I could retort, campus security pulled up.
“Ma’am,” said the officer, frowning, “This man bothering you?”
I looked at the intruder and almost laughed. The guy was scrawny, maybe five five, riding a Segue like a mall cop policing a bunch of teens. Really? Get serious, I wasn’t threatened at all. He probably had pepper spray, not even a gun.
But in the interest of keeping calm and not making a scene, I pulled the brunette close, plastering her to my side before dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
“Officer, thanks for your interest but we’re fine,” I stated with a fake smile, giving Evie a little shake as she began to squirm again. “My girlfriend and I were just about to go for a swim at my house,” I rumbled, binding the brunette to me with an arm of steel.
And as she struggled against me, curvy form wiggling, I reached down and pinched her ass, out of sight, clutching that hot, heavy flesh between two fingers, the twinging pressure making her gasp, her cheeks coloring.
“Right Evie?” I said smoothly, smirking slightly. “We were just going for a swim.”
And now my hand was stroking her ass, massaging the place I’d just pinched with warm fingers, soothing her, tracing hot circles.
“That-that’s right,” Evie stammered, thrown for a loop and shooting a weak smile at the police officer. “My boy-boyfriend and I were just going for a swim.”
And the sense of ownership that flooded me was immense, my chest puffed out, feeling like I was on top of the world. Hearing Evie say the word “boyfriend,” having that fat ass back in my grasp, only cemented my belief even further – that we were right together, that this little girl belonged to me and only me.
So throwing another fake smile at the officer, I pulled Evie close to my big form and nuzzled her ear.
“Ready to go, honey?” I rumbled, looking deep into her eyes. “Ready for some skinny-dipping at home?”
And the girl gasped, her body pressed fully against me now, her nipples hard against my chest. You couldn’t have shone a flashlight between us, there wasn’t an inch of space, nary a crack. And was it my imagination or had her cunt just gushed, a slight spill of warmth hot against my leg. It had to be and I smirked again, pulling her tight against me.
“Let’s go, baby girl,” I rumbled. “The pool’s heated and the sauna,” I said winking, “is even better.”
By now our petite security officer was disgusted, maneuvering his Segue around, looking for other damsels in distress to help.
“Keep it down,” he commanded imperiously from his perch. “Or else I’ll have to cite you next time.”
And as he rolled off, Evie finally struggled out of my grasp, breathless, cheeks flushed, panting slightly.
“You are really something,” she heaved, glaring at me. “You know that? You are really one ballsy motherfucker.”
I smirked.
“I aim to please,” I said smoothly. “And as for fucking? The only woman I’ll be fucking is you.”
That made the brunette’s cheeks color, her tits heave up and down with shallow, gaspy breaths.
“What the hell is going on?” she managed, still panting slightly. “Seriously Stone, what is going on?”
And suddenly I was somber too.
“Evie, I want to explain,” I said, hand out. “But I can’t do it here, in front of the Aquaplex with a million people walking by. Come to my house, we’ll talk about it there,” I said persuasively. “And I wasn’t lying, I do have a pool out back.”