Stupid Love by Kirsty Dallas

Author:Kirsty Dallas [Dallas, Kirsty]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: KD Publications
Published: 2017-09-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18- Austin

This whiskey tastes like I’ll be drunk texting you later

~ Walker Thomas

I wrapped a possessive arm around Bee’s waist, settling my palm on the curve of her hip, right where the gentle arch of her ass began. This was the first time I’d ever held her close like this, and the fact she snuggled into my body like a contented kitten pulled my downturned lips into a smug smile. Even though I had a need to touch her, it wasn’t the motivation for holding her now. No, it had more to do with the men who were openly leering at my woman! My woman? Hell to the fuck yes, my damned woman!

I was sure the figure she struck as we walked down the long line of people waiting to gain entrance to the club would be the go-to masturbation image for every man who laid eyes on her. Bee in everyday wear was stunning. Bee in evening wear was utter magnificence.

She looked breathtaking in a charcoal grey dress that plunged immodestly to her naval in the front, and dipped low down her back, clinging to the tops of her thighs. All that exposed flesh had me gripping her hip a little firmer to prevent from running my fingers up the warm smooth skin of her back. As we walked, Bee’s fingers brushed delicately over the filigree, sexy as hell choker around her neck. The black heels made her long legs look fucking incredible and there was no stopping the filthy image of those legs wrapped around my waist.

Wearing a black dress shirt, rolled halfway up my forearms, and dark gray charcoal pants, I felt a sense of righteousness standing with Bee. I knew we made a striking couple, and I was beyond proud to have this woman under my arm. Yeah, fuckers, I thought, as I eyed another douche that was unashamedly eye fucking Bee, this goddess was mine.

In front of us, Walker strolled with confidence in black dress pants and a white button down shirt, his short hair no doubt finger brushed but stylish enough he could get away with it. His arm was draped just as possessively over Mac’s shoulders which made me feel a little better. At least I wasn’t descending into cavemanhood alone. Even though I could barely drag my gaze away from Bee, there was no denying Mac looked fucking incredible in a fire engine red baby doll style dress made out of a light fabric that moved easily in the breeze but somehow managed to keep her ass barely covered. Her red heels and long, black hair draped over one shoulder in waves and curls finished the look. Even with the impressive outfit, it was the hat that seemed to be gaining all the attention. Black with “let’s get fucking weird” in red, glittered print, it was completely at odds with the seductively feminine picture she painted.

The line to get into the club was ridiculously long, and I wasn’t sure how the girls were going to accomplish cutting in.

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