douche Kyle has been pictured with her more than once, several snapshots taken by paparazzi where they were so close to one another, sliding a piece of tissue between them would’ve been impossible.
Seeing him touch her made me lose my damn mind, but as I carry her up the stairs toward her room, I have no idea what I’m going to do with her. Normally, I’m a planner, knowing what my next ten moves are going to be before moving my feet. Right now? All I want to do is give her luscious ass a punishing squeeze.
I have no damn business pulling her away from her friends, or a guy that shows interest in her, but here we are.
I don’t let her get far once I step into her room and place her back on her feet after kicking her door closed with my foot.
“Have you lost your damn mind!” she roars, her tiny fists making absolutely no real impact on my chest as she slams them against me.
“He touched you,” I hiss with just as much ire as she’s displaying.
“And?” Her arms cross over her chest and I have to look away, the swells pushing up almost indecently.
That’s a very good question, but telling her I hated the sight of it shows my hand, and I’ve barely kept control over myself since I stepped foot in this house. They must pump pheromones or something through the damn HVAC system because I’ve never walked around with a chronic erection before. The damn thing is always on alert these days.
“You don’t control my life!”
She shoves me again, but I stand my ground.
“You’re not my damn dad!”
Another shove, only this time I grab her arm and drag her against my chest, her harsh breaths dragging her nipples up and down.
Shaking her isn’t an option. The stubborn brat wouldn’t do anything but dig her feet in and fight me more.
“No, Remington. I’m not your dad.”
That’s a different kind of story, sweet girl.
“But maybe missing out on having a good one is the reason you’re such a pain in my ass.”
Speaking of pains in the ass, I hold her close as I cross the room, tossing her over my lap as she tries to get away.
With her head turned to the side, she watches me, her body calm and unmoving.
“What are you going to do?” She shoots daggers at me but doesn’t flinch or try to escape when I glare down at her.
“Spank your ass.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, pretty girl. Do I love a challenge.”
She swallows, her lean neck bobbing under my threat.
My rough hand skates down her delicate spine, goosebumps following its path.
“Did you like him touching you?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Did it turn you on the way his mouth was watering as he stared at your tits?”
I can’t fault the man. They’re phenomenal tits, but they aren’t his to look at.
Not yours either, dickhead.
“Jealous?”
Insanely.
“A little perturbed at the way you flash them to everyone. A little modesty goes a long way, Remi.”
“My body. My choice.”
An excellent point, but—
“And my hand is the one on you right now. Do you want me to stop?” I trace the edge of her bikini bottom, the fabric only an inch or so wide as it disappears between her ass cheeks.
Every girl by the pool has nearly her entire ass on display, their bathing suits covering less than well-placed lingerie. The BBS guys are in heaven just watching them walk around, much like the others, including assholes like Kyle, but the difference is, despite what my guys say to me, they wouldn’t cross that line while they’re working. They’re much better men than I am, I realize as my finger trails lower.
“Answer me?” I smack her ass again, cupping my hand so the sound is louder than the pain delivered.
“Flynn!” she yelps.
“Want me to stop?”
This stubborn girl turns her head, looking away, but doesn’t open her mouth to put an end to things. It’s not exactly permission.
“Answer me.” My voice is a low growl, my fingers still wandering, skating the line between her legs as I wait.
“D-don’t stop.”
Without hesitation, I smack her again. Not once in my life have I ever spanked a girl’s ass. Yeah, a couple of well-placed hits during the throes of passion have been known to happen, but bending a girl over my knee? Never.
She drives me insane. Has done so since my arrival. It’s retaliation if I do the same to her, take a little of her sanity the way she’s so easily done to