Page 32 of Stepson

The guy's eyes widen as I stand up. Bentley reaches for my arm but I shrug away from her, getting right in this guy's face.

"You think she's a prostitute?" I ask, feeling my hands shake.

"She isn't?"

I grab this cock sucker by the collar of his shirt and shove him back as he stumbles into an empty chair. He holds his hands up in surrender and backs down immediately.

"Apologize!" I bark out.

"I'm s-sorry," he stutters to Bentley.

"Not good enough!"

"Gabe," Bentley whispers as she steps up behind me and grabs my arm.

I’m livid. This mother fucker just called my girl a prostitute and tried to buy her. He’s going to fucking pay with the rage I have building inside of me that’s been ignited by my father.

"I'm so sorry! I saw the stockings and long jacket and just assumed…"

"You assumed wrong, mother fucker!"

I go to swing at him but Bentley grabs my arm and screams.

"Gabe! Please!"

Looking down at her, I see the fear in her eyes and instantly cool down. She looks horrified that I’m about to pound this guy's face in, and she should be. I want to destroy this guy. Nobody talks about my girl like this and gets away with it.

"Please, let's just go."

I listen to her only because I don't feel like going back to prison anytime soon. I back down and glare at the table of guys watching our every move with fear in their eyes.

Grabbing Bentley's hand, I pull her from the bar and step outside. The fresh air hits me like a ton of bricks as I inhale deeply, trying to settle down.

"Keys," I demand, holding out my hand.

She fumbles for the keys before she gives them to me. We pile into the Mercedes before I tear away from the curb, still holding onto my anger as silence stretches between us.

Then she breaks out into a fit of giggles as I glare over at her. She’s laughing so hard tears build in her gaze as she peers over at me. I have no idea what’s so funny, but her giggles are infectious, tugging my lips up into a smirk.

“I can’t believe that guy thought I was a prostitute,” she giggles out.

I chuckle, pulling my gaze from her. “And I can’t believe you stopped me from knocking his lights out.”

She reaches over and touches my arm, her giggles turning into a low chuckle.

“I have never had anyone protect me like that before.” I look over in just enough time to see her nibble on her bottom lip. “It was hot.”

My dick grows two sizes larger in my jeans as I groan. Watching her nibble on her bottom lip as a light pink hue fills her cheeks nearly destroys me.

“Yeah?”

She nods, fully sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as I watch her knees clench together. Fuck, she’s killing me.

“Yes,” she hisses out.

I grip the steering wheel and adjust in my seat as my dick bulges against the tight constriction of my jeans. I’m ready toburst free and fuck her stupid in that lingerie of hers. Speaking of lingerie, I haven’t gotten to see it in person yet.

“Open your jacket, Bentley. Let me see you.”

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