Chapter 61
Jake
“Why didn’t you introduce me to Cindi?”
I turn around with the kayak on my shoulder, surprise shing in my mind at the venom in my
girlfriend’s voice.
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I didn’t think Winnie would be bothered by not being introduced. She is the type of girl that speaks up
for herself and doesn’t need a man to do it for her. Her extroverted personality is one of the many
things I love about her. And when she didn’t say anything to Cindi, I assumed it was because she
preferred it that way. After all, Cindi is no one important.
Still, I can’t deny my amusement when I realize Winnie is jealous. She won’t meet my eyes, and there
is a pout on her lips. It makes her look adorable, though she might kick my ass if I said that out loud in
her current state of mind.
I go for a more careful yet teasing approach. “Are you mad at me for not introducing you to Cindi?”
Winnie doesn’t reply. Instead, she res at me, and I stifle augh. Gosh, she is beautiful even when
she is mad at me. Blonde hair pulled in a ponytail, outdoorsy ck leggings hugging her body, and
freckles all over her cheeks and nose. My chest tightens with yearning.
When we are alone in our tentter, I intend to show her how much of me belongs to her. But first, I
must remove that pout from her lips and the visible anger on her face.
“Cindi isn’t an ex of mine,” I say as we approach the river. I remove the kayak from my shoulders and
put it down on the ground, eyeing the little menace I call my girlfriend. “We never dated.”
Winnie’s pout only grows, and she crosses her arms over her chest in a disy of irritability. “Cindi was
and probably is into you. She was peeling off your clothes with her eyes.”
At that, I bark augh. “Are you really that bothered?”
Winnie grumbles, and I can’t take it anymore. I forget about the kayak and the stream and walk over to
her. Suspicion fills her eyes. She looks at me but doesn’t seem to know what I’m up to. I give her a
cocky grin, then I pick her up, ignoring her little gasp.
“Jake!” Her eyes drill daggers into mine.” Put. Me. Down!”
“No.” I wrap my arms tighter around her and rub my one-day-of-not-shaving scruff against her cheek.
Winnieughs. “What are you doing?”
“My girlfriend seems to believe I will leave her for another, so I’m showing her that she is wrong. I’m
being affectionate.”
“More like annoying…”
“Oh?” I stroke her back and sit down on a tree stump, spreading my thighs apart with Winnie perched
on one of my legs. My hand is on her side, and I kiss her neck, breathing her in. She smells like my
cologne, and I smile while continuing to nip at her. “You don’t like this?”
Winnie lets out a little whimper, but there is still fire in her eyes when she opens them to re at me. “I
know what you’re doing.
“What am I doing?” I can’t fight the smile fleeting over my lips. I’ve never seen her like this, and it
amuses me.
“Trying to win me over with your charm, muscles, and sexy voice, but it’s not working! You didn’t
introduce me to yourdy friend, and I won’t forgive you that easily!”
She shoves at my chest, and I burst outughing. She might as well be trying to push away a
mountain, but I y along with a grin, pretending her strength suffices to make me move.
“Alright, I get it. I won’t be kissing you, and you can keep being mad at me, but I suggest you tell me
how to make it up to you. It will be an awkward vacation if you keep being my enemy.”
She nces at me, still sitting on myp. I would be lying if I imed that isn’t getting to me. My cock is
already hardening, and my hands are itching to just lift her up and remove her pants. I could easily hold
her above my head while eating her out, but Winnie is mad at me-she would most likely murder me if
I attempted that stunt.
“There is something you could do…”
Her grumpy tone piques my interest, and I arch an eyebrow. “And what is that? What must I do to earn
your forgiveness, princess?”
She sends me a re, and I make a mental toy low on the nicknames. Winnie clearly didn’t
appreciate being called a princess. Still, it’s hard not to give her nicknames when she is so adorable.
“It’s a small and easy thing…” she mutters. “I want you to im me in front of those people we are
eating lunch with. Show this Cindi person that you belong to me, and I will be happy.”
Wait.
Did I hear that correctly?
Is Winnie actually getting territorial with me?
Happiness swarms my chest, and I open my mouth to express it, but I fall silent once I notice the red
blush on Winnie’s. face. Is she embarrassed about her own jealousy toward Cindi?
I realize saying something would undoubtedly wipe that shy, grumpy expression from her face, and I
just smile. I don’t understand where Winnie’s sudden interest in mees from, but I like it.
Winnie is finally treating me like her love interest, and it’s addictive how she looks at me like I’m the
greatest wonder she has ever beheld.
I affectionately poke the side of her face with my nose. “Kissing you in front of all those people isn’t
going to be a problem.
But keeping my hands off of you after I’ve started? After I’ve had a taste of your lips? Now that’s going
to be a challenge.”
She squirms in myp but doesn’t shy away when I tighten my grip around her, hugging her to me. My
nose is in her hair, and I repress a smile when her hands stroke over my t-shirt, over my abs in silent
admiration until I’m forced to inhale.
“Maybe you shouldn’t do that right here… ” I mutter in a frustrated voice. I’m no longer feel like
cuddling, but taking it a step further. It’s ridiculous how little it takes for Winnie to make me aroused.
She is fragile and tiny, and being with her should only set off my protective
instincts. But surprisingly, I’m also getting off the thought of how easy it is to restrain her, dominate her,
and do whatever I want with her. She is truly fun -sized, which is a dangerous thing.
“Why not?” Winnie asks and continues to stroke the nes of my chest with a challenge in her eyes.
“Are you scared Cindi wille and find us? Afraid someone will hear my moans?”
Iugh, but ites out dark. “Oh, trust me. I don’t give a fuck about Cindi and her friends finding us or
hearing us having sex. And if those words are confirmation that you don’t give a fuck either, I see no
reason not to fuck you right here and now.”
Winnie’s face pales. She clearly didn’t expect that reaction from me, and Iugh before going in for the
kill. I kiss her shocked lips, and my hands skim up her sides, gripping her tightly.
I couldn’t care less about who sees or hears us. I’m fucking Winnie’s tight cunt on this tree stump, and
that’s it. Nothing