Page 2 of Mistaking Stone

I’m not in the mood to get into anyone’s business, but I hate when a man speaks to a woman with this tone.Vulgarity in the bedroom is one thing, but out in the open where anyone can hear...nope, I’m not fond of it at all.Save it for the ride home, buddy.

“I told you, I gave you everything I had,” the frantic woman cries.“Check my purse if you don’t believe me.I’d never take your damn money.”

A sparkly gold bag lands on the ground to the right of the pole and the few contents inside spills out onto the sidewalk.The same bag I noticed earlier draped over the shoulder of the screamer.

Chapter Two

“See, I told you I didn’thave your stupid money.”Dropping down to her knees, she scrapes everything towards her and attempts to shove it all back inside.Her hands, though, are shaking uncontrollably, making the task more difficult than it should be.The thin strap of her dress slips off her shoulder, exposing a tiny tit.She pushes the strap back up only for it to slide down again seconds later.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing better than a robust set of breasts slapping me in the face when my lover is going for a ride, but small titties can be quite a turn-on too.In fact, the last set I’d toyed with was adorned with a set of diamond studs and I’d quite enjoyed flicking my tongue over the sensitive flesh.

Where’s my damn car, I scrub my hand against the bulge in my jeans, then look towards the parking garage to steer my attention away from those two.Lord, if they act this way in public, I can only imagine what they’re like at home behind closed doors.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a foot extend from behind the pole and forcefully connect with her face, just above her eye.Her cry is filled with excruciating pain, and I grit my teeth together when she curls into a heap, the contents of her purse no longer a concern.I can tolerate a lot of things, but this is where I draw the line.Where’s security when you fucking need them?

“Listen here, mother-fucker.”I grip my fist tight, ready to make contact, then stop short when my hand is inches from his face.“What the—”

“Stay out of it, Stone,” my younger brother, Turner, commands.“Stay the fuck out of this.It doesn’t concern you, okay?”

The young blonde looks up, almost as confused as me.

“You’re a fucking disgrace to the Arlington name,” I say through clenched teeth and lean down beside the woman to check on her.Thank God, she’s legal, but there’s no way she’s more than twenty-one or twenty-two years old.Charmed by my brother’s handsome looks but fooled by his stupidity.

The Arlington men have always had impeccable taste in women—it’s too bad Turner never learned how one was supposed to be treated.

“Leave her alone.She’s fine,” he blurts, his words more than just a little slurred.

Using a finger to lift her chin towards the light, I see her brow is already starting to swell.

“She’s not fine, you dumb ass.Look at her.”I immediately remove my sports coat and drape it over her shoulders.

“She’ll live.Serves her right, since she stole my damn money.”Turner Arlington exclaims and shoves his fists deep in his pants’ pockets.

“I don’t know why you keep saying that.If you hadn’t had so much to drink, you might’ve realized how much you were throwing out on the table,” she pleads innocently.

“I’m well aware how much I was betting.Just like I know how much I was passing to you to hold onto for me.”

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