Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
So I’d had to leave. I had cut off all contact with the curvy girl, telling my doorman to screen her if she came by, to act vague and say that I was out. Also, I was careful to avoid being seen for a while. I’d left for work early in the morning and had stayed at my other apartment most nights so that no one could catch me unawares.
And it had worked. I’d spent a year without Evie now – without her hungry pussy wrapped around my cock, without feeling those heavy breasts in my palms, the nipples hard and the flesh soft and creamy. Even more, I haven’t heard her laugh or seen those pink pouty lips stretch in a smile as those brown eyes gaze into mine with love and lust.
Fuck, but I hope it’s not too late for us. A woman’s love is nothing to sneeze at, and I’d been a fucker, leaving her with no warning and dropping off the edge of the Earth. So I had to take this opportunity to explain myself, to confront her and make her see that what I’d done was actually what was best for her and for us as a couple.
“Evie,” I grind out harshly, my mouth watering at the sight of the beautiful female. What the fuck is she wearing? It’s some kind of blue thing, totally transparent and sleeveless, stopping just above her puss and showing her swimsuit underneath. How can she walk around campus half-naked like this? My hackles raise, and my cock punches out. God, it’s an automatic reaction for me. Around her, I’m immediately aroused, turned on to the fucking max whenever I’m in her vicinity.
The brunette spins around slowly, her eyes widening, taking me in.
“Mr. Phillips?” she breathes. Then, a little louder, “Stone?”
I growl and draw her into my arms. We’re just outside the pool complex with students streaming by, but I don’t care.
“Hey, little girl,” I murmur into her hair, savoring the sweet scent of those brown curls. “I’ve missed you.”
But despite the big boobs pressed against my chest and her quick, indrawn breaths, Evie stiffens, her back going ramrod straight.
“What are you doing here?” she asks in a loud whisper. “What the fuck? Where have you been?”
I’m expecting this reaction, so my arms tighten around her, becoming steel bands.
“I get it,” I murmur soothingly into her hair. “I took off, but it was for the better. I’m back now, though, and we’ll work it out.”
But the little girl is a spitfire, and she’s not having it. She struggles, her big boobs bouncing and pushing against my massive chest while her eyes shoot sparks.
“You get it?” she hisses, her face going slightly red. “Stone, you don’t get it at all. No matter where you’ve been, no matter 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’m struggling to hold her – the miles of bouncing flesh are so arousing and so tempting – but Evie is fighting me hard. I want to close the distance between us and haul her up against my big form before tossing her in my car, but I stop myself. Being arrested for abduction is just not in the cards. So I let her go. Both of us step back, eyeing each other warily and panting.
“Evie,” I rumble, holding a hand out to her. “Listen to me. Let’s go somewhere we can talk, and I’ll explain.”
“Bullshit!” she hisses, looking at my outstretched hand like it’s poison. “You’re not explaining anything! I have shit to do, and you can’t just come waltzing in and disrupt everything!”
I look at her, my brows lowered in frustration. “What? What do you have to do? What’s more important than this, than us?” I gesture, frowning.
Her breath hitches at the word ‘us.’
“For your information, there is no ‘us,’” she replies haughtily. “And if you haven’t noticed, I have my swimsuit on. I have a workout planned,” she mutters frozenly. “The sports facility is right here.”
I eye her up and down, tracing those creamy curves. I almost lose it then; I can hardly stand that there is so much gorgeous, curvy flesh out in the open, barely shielded by that cover-up. Dudes are walking by blatantly checking my girl out, eating her up with their eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I growl, suddenly possessive. “You walk around campus naked like this all of the time? Here,” I mutter, grabbing her towel out of her hands and draping it around her shoulders, “cover yourself. That outfit is fucking indecent.”
At that, Evie gasps, fighting me. Struggling under my hands, she tries to brush the material off of her shoulders. Her boobs jiggles and her butt jounces, but her efforts are totally futile. I’m intent on covering her up because there is no way, no how that other guys are going to look at that delectable body. It belongs to me; that pussy, those tits, and those thighs – they are mine.