Page 22 of Pucking Christmas Triplets Surprise

Originally, I had intended to find her at the club. It was simple enough since her best friend Marissa constantly updated their whereabouts every half hour. That wassomething I needed to put a stop to the minute I could, because if I could track them anyone could, and I can’t let random people stalk my girl.

My plan when I finally located her? I would throw her over my shoulder like a caveman and have my way with her in the nearest secluded spot— a bathroom stall, a storage closet, or even a car if it came down to it. I wanted to make her quiver with desire and deny her the release she craved, for avoiding me the last two weeks. But when I saw her chatting with that guy, suddenly my plans changed. She was going to be punished for making me jealous. At one point I even thought she knew I was there and she seemed intent on taunting me all night long—until she uttered the word "no." That’s when I realized this wasn’t a little game, and all I saw was hot, bright red.

“Josie,” I mutter, squeezing her hand twice.

She pulls my arm closer to her, but turns her body to the window. “I don’t want to talk to you. I want to go home.”

“Well, sucks to be you, because neither of those things are happening.” I pull her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles, but she pulls her hand away with a scowl.

“Excuse me?”

“You avoided me for two weeks for the second time this semester. I don’t like being ignored Josie.” My voice comes out clipped and from the way she crosses her arms over her chest, which sinfully makes her breast pop out even more, I can tell she is unhappy.

“I just almost got assaulted and you want to complain about me ignoring you. Be real, Christopher.” She shrieks in an incredulous tone.

I smirk at the way my name sounds coming out of her lips. Ilook over at her from the corner of my eye and ask, “Do you want me to turn back around and finish him off?”

“N-no.”

“Did he get farther than what I saw?”

“No.” She groans.

“Then after we talk about this I will run you a bath and help you scrub his touch off of your skin, but until then, why have you been avoiding me?”

“Why did you try to fuck me if you have a girlfriend?” She snaps, her emerald eyes narrow on the profile of my face, right when I turn into the driveway of my house which is very secluded and off campus.

“Girlfriend? You mean Abby?” I tease, because when she meets the little girl with a smart mouth, an addiction to Taylor Swift, and literally looks like the girl version of me, she will be on her knees for me in seconds.

“God! Do you have to say her name?” Josie kicks her feet, trying to move as far away from me as possible, as I park the car.

“Abby is not my girlfriend.” I sigh.

“You left me naked in an ice rink for a girl, and you do not have a wife, Golden boy.” She huffs, opening the passenger side door and slamming it in my face.My little princess has been stalking me.

I chuckle, watching her stomp her tight ass up the ivory steps to my front door. I am going to spank that ass so fucking red it’s going to look like Rudolph’s nose. My cock hardens at the excitement because in sixty seconds she isgoing to eat those words, and I am finally going to have a full dosage of my favorite drug -- Josie.

“It’s freezing; open the door.” She groans, pulling my jacket tighter around her shoulders, the alcohol from tonight already wearing off.

I move to unlock the door, as I speak. “Next time you go out, wear the proper clothes for winter.”

I open the door for her as she rolls her eyes, adding another punishment. Maybe I won’t let her cum at all tonight, or tomorrow if she keeps up with this attitude.

“Maybe next time don’t be a cheater.”

Did I say I was going to make her ass Rudolph red? With this attitude I am going to make it hard for her to sit for the next week.“Stop calling me out of my name.” I snarl between clenched teeth, but she narrows her eyes on me, not flinching a bit. I don’t break eye contact as I yell, “Abby!”

“Seriously?” She scoffs, rubbing her arms to warm herself up.

I narrow my eyes on her, leaning over so she has to break her neck to look into my eyes. “Princess, be quiet, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Chris--”

“Uncle Chris?” Abby yawns from over my shoulder, but I keep my eyes trained on the widened emerald eyes of Josie as she peers up at a would be tired Abby. “It’s two in the morning.”

“Sorry, Abby.” I smile, soaking in the narrowed brows of Josie as her eyes dart between me and Abby. “My girlfriend here wanted to meet you.”

Josie’s eyes lock on mine, and her lips open and close like she is gasping for air. “Uncle?” She whispers.

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