AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Well, I don’t have any female company coming over that I’d need that kind of private time with.” He gave her an easy grin, but his eyes shifted to me, letting me know he was about to fuck with me. “What about you? Any boyfriend in the picture?”
“Nope, I’m single.”
I gritted my teeth before growling out, “You are not single. You’re with me.”
That defiant look that I was becoming very familiar with flared to life in her eyes. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
Turning her nose up at me—the little brat—she forked some food into her mouth and chewed before pointing in my direction. “Just because you say it doesn’t make it true.”
Licking my lips slowly, I grinned at her. “I can still taste you. Like sweet, tart peaches.”
“Ramón,” Mark groaned.
Ignoring my friend, I narrowed my eyes and let little Miss Joy see just how serious I was about the situation. Never before had I felt the need to publicly claim a woman like this. But with Joy, I wanted my name tattooed on her body, maybe over the curve of her ass so I could grab it and stare at my mark while I fucked her doggy style. My dick started to ache, something that was becoming the norm for when I was around Joy, and I let every bit of my lust for her show in my eyes.
“Make no mistake, Joy, you’re taken in every way a woman possibly can be. I’m your man now, and you belong to me.”
She was adorable as her face went red. “You’re such a misogynistic asshole!”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for it with multiple orgasms.”
Joy gasped in outrage, her eyes wide and clearly pissed. Mark shoved his chair away from the table. “And, on that note, I’m out. Oh, and please don’t fuck in my kitchen. It’s not hygienic.”
Watching Joy turn almost crimson with embarrassment, I fought back a grin. “Eat your breakfast. We’ve got places to go.”
I’ve never seen a woman sputter before, but Joy was so mad, she couldn’t even speak in full sentences, only managing a steady stream of swear words in an increasingly loud voice that ended with, “I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers to properly express to you how I feel about you! You are such a sexist dick!”
Calmly finishing my coffee, I rose and went to the sink to wash it out. “If I can interrupt your hissy fit, we really do need to get going.”
She sucked in a breath, and I tensed, waiting for something to come flying at my back. “You asshole motherfucker!”
After drying my hands, I decided it was time for a little lesson. I couldn’t do much physically—she was no doubt sore, and I hadn’t forgotten the sight of her bruised torso and ribs—but I needed her to know that I’d only put up with so much. Being a brat was one thing, but being a bitch was something else entirely. I studied her closely, noting the sheen of tears in her eyes and the way her lower lip was trembling, then internally sighed.
Time for a little tenderness with my beautiful girl.
Lowering my voice, I made sure I held her gaze as I said, “I understand you’re overwhelmed, and normally I wouldn’t ask this of you. Trust me when I say I’d rather spend the day in bed with you, but Leo needs my help, and Hannah needs yours.” Grasping her chin in my hand, I absently noted the way her pupil’s dilated as I brushed my lips over hers. “We’re going to see the dean of the University of Arizona, so we can arrange for Hannah to take her class online while she heals. I need you there with me because you probably know her schedule better than anyone. You’ll have to help me make sure they’re treating her fairly.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes, and I stroked one away as it trailed down her soft cheek.
“We’re going to help Hannah?”
“Yes.”
However pissed she might be at me, I knew her need to take care of Hannah would override her anger. “Okay.”
I brushed my lips over hers. “Okay.”
Two hours later, I held Joy’s hand as we walked out of the dean’s office, her head held high even though she gripped my fingers tight enough to hurt. The dean had positively fawned over her, while simultaneously shitting himself every time he looked in my direction. I’d dressed down on purpose, foregoing my usual suit in favor of something that would blend in with the ASU college crowd a bit more. Not that it had worked. People stared and I felt a deep sense of pride at how many men cast my woman a brief, longing gaze before quickly looking away.
Joy was, without a doubt, the absolute shit.
The bright Arizona sunlight hit the red silk of her blouse and made it glow, highlighting her exaggerated curves and feminine figure.
