Page 39 of The Naughty Virgin

“Hey little girl,” I murmured into her hair, savoring the sweet scent of those brown curls. “I’ve missed you.”

But despite the big boobs pressed against my chest, the quick, indrawn breaths, Evie stiffened, her back going ramrod straight.

“What are you doing here?” she said in a loud whisper. “What the fuck? Where have you been?”

I was expecting this and my arms tightened around her, becoming steel bands.

“I get it,” I murmured into her hair, “I took off but it was for the better. I’m back now and we’ll work it out,” I said soothingly.

But the little girl was a spitfire and wasn’t having it. She struggled, big boobs bouncing, pushing against my massive chest, eyes shooting sparks.

“You get it?” she hissed, her face going slightly red. “Stone, you don’t get it at all. No matter where you’ve been, what you’ve been doing, I don’t care! You don’t just get to come back and say it’s okay. The world doesn’t work like that.”

I was struggling to hold her, the miles of bouncing flesh so arousing, so tempting, but Evie was fighting hard. I wanted to close all distance between us, haul her up against my big form before tossing her in my car but stopped. Being arrested for abduction was not in the cards. So I let her go, both of us stepping back, eyeing each other warily, panting.

“Evie,” I rumbled, holding a hand out to her. “Listen to me, let’s go somewhere we can talk and I’ll explain.”

“Bullshit!” she hissed, looking at my outstretched hand like it was poison. “You’re not explaining anything! I have shit to do and you can’t just come waltzing in and disrupt everything!”

I looked at her, my brows lowered in frustration.

“What, what do you have to do? What’s more important than this, than us?” I gestured, frowning.

And her breath hitched at the word ‘us.’

“For your information, there’s no ‘us,’” she said haughtily. “And if you haven’t noticed, I have my swimsuit on and have a workout planned,” she said frozenly. “The sports facility is right here.”

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?”

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