Nothing But Wild Read online P. Dangelico (Malibu University #2)

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, College, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Malibu University Series by P. Dangelico
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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“Darn, I l-lost my c-comb,” she says, searching her beach bag. “Give me a minute.” She takes off for the beach before I can answer.

“’Sup.”

I glance to my left and see Holloway and the rest of his douchebag crew getting out of his Tahoe.

“Holloway.”

I haven’t seen him since that scene he made at the Malibu Farm. I wasn’t even dating Mia, his ex. That was me trying to be nice. She started crying in the middle of a Stat class we have together so I invited her for a bite to eat to get her mind off of the break-up. No fucking good deed…

They start unstrapping their boards from the SUV and watching me at the same time. My feelers immediately go up. This guy is bad news and I don’t want him anywhere near Dora.

“Found it,” Dora says strolling back to our car with her comb in hand.

Holloway and his band of ratfuckers walk up with their boards tucked under their arms. They could’ve gone straight to the beach and yet they chose to come over and undoubtedly cause trouble.

“Get in the car, D,” I tell her, my voice barely over a murmur. It earns the desired effect––her immediate attention. Her rust-colored eyes dart back and forth between me and the guys. As she comes around the silver G-Wagon, she passes them on the way. I watch Holloway rake his dead stare from her face down her body and it sparks a rage in me unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I guess you can call it a pile-up of bad circumstances.

“Didn’t take you for a chubby chaser,” he says, his boys chuckling.

Dora is far from chubby. That’s not the issue, though. The issue is that he’s a dead man because A: he doesn’t have the right to look at her and B: offer an opinion.

I turn away from the car to face them, smile. The same shit-eating grin I’m famous for. Slowly, I walk up to Holloway. who’s smirking, and pat my gut. “I mean I gained some weight, but I wouldn’t call me chubby.”

Holloway chuckles darkly, exacerbating the tension already pulled to breaking point. “I wasn’t––”

Bam.

My fist flies, connecting with Holloway’s face without thought to consequences. He stumbles back and drops his board. Holding his mouth, blood flows between his fingers. The guys drop their boards too. Holloway’s eyes, packed with rage, slowly lift to meet mine.

Then all hell breaks loose.

“They g-got one g-good shot in before I broke it up,” my bodyguard says while she cleans the laceration on my cheekbone with hydrogen peroxide. The ones near the bone always tend to bleed more. It stings like a bitch too.

I can’t complain though. Right now I’m in my bathroom, sitting on the toilet, and being tended to by the woman I love while Holloway and the ratfucks are probably still kicking and screaming in pain in the parking lot where we left them.

“It was o-one against four. T-They could’ve r-really hurt you.”

Dora steps closer and stands between my split legs wearing the one piece bathing suit she surfs in sometimes. She inspects my face. It’s a minor cut but if she wants to take care of me, I’m not objecting.

“But they didn’t,” I remind her. Then I start chuckling. It can’t be helped, and frankly, it feels good to laugh again. The image of those guys being laid low by Dora and her small can of pepper spray is too awesome not to celebrate.

I run my hands up her bare legs and cup her ass while she works. “Good thing you were there to save me, babe.”

“Hello, LEO’s daughter. H-Have w-we met?” She smirks down at me, presses the gauze a little harder against my cut and I flinch.

The laughter starts in my gut and works it’s way out, my entire body shaking with it. Shortly after they jumped me and everyone started throwing punches, I heard screaming and it wasn’t coming from a female. It took me a moment to realize that Dora was pepper spraying the hole lot of them.

“It’s n-not funny, Dall. W-What if I hadn’t been there?”

Like molten lava, the laughter bursts out of me and keeps coming. “You got some on me too!”

“I t-told you to s-step away,” she says with the cutest self-satisfied smile. “Nobody g-gangs up on my m-man.”

By the time we got back in the car, all four of them were on the ground howling in pain, and I can say from personal experience with good reason. “They have my sympathy.”

It took me days to get rid of the sting completely.

“It’s just a little c-capsaicin,” she innocently remarks. “Anyway––I told them t-to wash with m-milk…”

She’s quiet for a while. “He called me c-chubby.” Her hand stills. “I heard him…I know w-why y-you hit him…I don’t want you g-getting hurt because of me.”


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