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I want Dylan over here to make me feel small in a different way, protected. Not Sam who makes me feel small as in my thoughts and decisions don’t matter. Younger boys really do need a lesson in just listening to a girl.
“How about we grab a drink?” I offer as soon as Sam puts my feet back on the floor.
“Yeah!” he says, with a frat boy level of excitement yet still being in high school. “You’re dad’s not going to have us arrested or anything?” he jokes.
“Depends on what for,” I wink back before darting over to the bar.
My small size helps me weave through people a lot faster than Sam, which allows me to reach the bar first and in turn order him a double shot of whiskey and a Shirley Temple for me.
“Bottoms up!” I toast, and he throws back the dark alcohol in a way that shows me it’s clearly not his first time.
“Aaaah! How about another. Maybe a…sex on the beach?” he winks, sliding his hands around my waist
from the side and resting his chin on the top of my head.
I turn my head slightly and see that Dylan’s eyes are shooting daggers at me. His face is so red he looks like a volcano about to erupt.
I flash him a wink, hoping that’s the final push to get him to blow his top.
Let’s see.
8
Dylan
If it wasn’t bad enough that I had to see the inappropriate way that Freddy was looking at Destiny, now I have to see the even more inappropriate way that this young punk is touching her.
Bad move, buddy.
The paternal vibe inside me rages, even more, the need to protect her from this kid shooting through my veins. I need to take care of him and then address the eight-hundred pound gorilla in the room, her father, who looked like he was lusting after her just as hard as this snot nosed punk.
And if there’s one thing I know it’s that neither of these scumbags started having these thoughts in just the last forty-eight hours, like me. For sure this has been going on for a while, it’s not just the flick of a light switch for these guys who have been around her for at least the last couple of years each.
I, on the other hand, didn’t even know of her existence until her eighteenth birthday, and I’m the one who can care for her, lust after her, and want her as mine always.
That boy is so damn close to her now I know his cock must be rubbing against her.
I look around the party and it’s only then I notice just how many of the men here are leering at her, and that’s all I can take. She needs to be covered up and away from all these horny losers. Nobody looks at what’s mine except for me, and when I catch that asshole looking down the top of her dress I lose it.
Storming across the party I make my way straight to Destiny, who I know is doing this mostly for show. Well, it’s fucking working because I’m angrier than I’ve ever been. I don’t want to make a scene, but I also don’t want any of my actions to be left up to interpretation. It’s time to make things clear…crystal clear.
Her eyes are trained on me as I march straight toward her, yet she doesn’t do anything to stop that boy who’s got his back to me. Slowly she rolls her teeth across her lower lip and I damn near explode in my pants.
“Let’s go. Party’s over,” I say, extending my hand just inches from her.
She reaches her hand to take mine, and it alerts the boy that someone’s behind him. “Beat it,” he says, turning half-way before locking eyes with me. “Old man,” he finishes.
My nostrils flare. “Son, you listen here and you listen good. You take your hands off that young woman right now before I pry them off. And if I have to pry them off the cops will be prying my hands from your throat.”
“I’d like to see you try, grandpa.”
“You had your chance,” I remind him, just before I grab him by the collar with one hand and the back of his pants with my other, carrying him straight toward the front of the house.
“Oh,” some girls mumble as the crowd parts allowing me easy access to throw this kid out on his face, teaching him a lesson in life about touching what belongs to another man.
“Put me down!”
“Oh, I’m going to put you down all right,” I snarl. “Drunk kid coming through,” I call out and the crowd continues to part, laughing at the scene. “Right on your fucking face.”
