“Don’tyou fucking touch me,” she warned again, narrowing her eyes further.
“That sounded like adare,” Isaid, my voice like gravel.
“You’ll be sorry,” she snarled eliciting another chuckle from Crank and Sketch.
“Iseverely doubt that.” Iwinked as Igrabbed her around the waist and threw her over my shoulder in one swift move that made her scream and shout and start to kick and punch at my body. None of it hurt, even though it should have. In fact, every time she kicked and screamed, punched and yelled, all Ifelt was the tightening of my jeans as my cock grew harder.
That shit wasn’tright. She was young, much too young for aman like me, but worse, she was abrother’skid sister.
She was off limits. Way off limits.
Dom looked relieved as Ipassed him, and Iwondered briefly if he’dfeel so relieved if he knew the thoughts Iwas having about her.
