massive
expanse of his chest.
"Here Evelyn,
put this on." Nate prised her arms from around Brian's neck and
started to help her into his shirt, but Evelyn wasn't having any of
it.
Switching her
attention to him, her hands tugged at the bottom of the undershirt
he was still wearing, pulled it free of his pants and ran her hands
up his bare stomach. "Mmm, you know I didn't realize how sexy you
were, Nate." She leaned into him and pressed her lips against his
throat, kissing and licking her way up his neck to his ear.
Nate froze for
a moment, his body taking over his mind. His cock sprang to life,
begging to be unleashed. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to
gather the strength to resist her. But fuck , she smelt so
damned good, a mixture of roses and lavender. Not to mention the
chills that shot through him at the feel of her tongue teasing the
side of his neck. He attempted to ignore the feelings she was
stirring within him and proceeded to dress her.
Evelyn pushed
her body full against him. Her firm round breasts, only covered in
the thin lace bra, pressed tight against his chest. Nate couldn't
resist looking down and taking a peek at the creamy ivory flesh
spilling from the black lace. He groaned. "Eve please , put
the shirt on."
She pulled
back, looked him in the eye, and then told him in a matter-of-fact
tone, "I want to get fucked; either you do it or I’ll find someone
else."
"Wha-what?" He
shook his head, trying to decide if he had heard correctly. Nate
looked over at Brian who was wearing a broad grin.
"Hey Nate, if
you don't want to, I'll offer up my services to her," Brian
suggested, his grin widening as he gave Nate a wink.
" You're not touching my sister either, asshole," he growled.
Not even
remotely fazed by Nate's aggression, Brian laughed and continued to
watch in amusement as Nate finally managed to get Eve into the
shirt.
"Mmm, big boy,
I see," Eve whispered seductively in his ear as she reached between
them and caressed the ridge of his hardened cock over his
camouflage pants.
Nate froze and
his breath caught in his throat. He hated that he loved the feel of
her hand rubbing against his shaft, but God help him he did. He
found himself wondering if her pussy would be tight and moist if he
reached up under her short skirt. He doubted if that anal-retentive
boyfriend - ex-boyfriend if Jason was to be believed - of hers was
any good in bed. He came across as too selfish and too prudish to
Nate. He was betting she hadn't gotten a good fucking in a long
time.
Yes, Nate was
certain she'd be nice and tight.
Chastising
himself for letting his mind wander to forbidden thoughts of her,
he grabbed her wrist and reluctantly pulled her hand away from his
groin. "We're leaving." Taking her hand in his, he started towards
the exit.
"I'm not going
anywhere!" Eve yanked her hand out of his grip and started to walk
back towards Brian.
Ahh,
fuck! Frustrated and determined to get her out of the Wrangler
Tavern before anything happened that either of them would regret
later on he chased after her. Seconds later he had caught up to her
and grabbed hold of her waist, twirling her around in his arms so
she was facing him.
"Now that's
more like it," she purred, licking her lips suggestively.
"Not exactly." Bending down he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, in
a fireman's hoist. She wiggled and squirmed against him. He then
became painfully aware of how high her skirt had risen and how
close her pussy was to his face. All he would need to do was push
the hem of her skirt up an inch or two...
"Put me down!" she demanded.
"Can't see it
happening," he replied turning and heading for the exit of the
tavern.
"You're a brute
Nate Mitchell!" She bellowed as she continued her attempt to squirm
and wriggle her way down from his shoulder. Nate kept a tight grasp
on her; she wasn't going anywhere. She managed to cause enough
commotion that most of the people in the bar stopped and watched as
Nate carried her to
expanse of his chest.
"Here Evelyn,
put this on." Nate prised her arms from around Brian's neck and
started to help her into his shirt, but Evelyn wasn't having any of
it.
Switching her
attention to him, her hands tugged at the bottom of the undershirt
he was still wearing, pulled it free of his pants and ran her hands
up his bare stomach. "Mmm, you know I didn't realize how sexy you
were, Nate." She leaned into him and pressed her lips against his
throat, kissing and licking her way up his neck to his ear.
Nate froze for
a moment, his body taking over his mind. His cock sprang to life,
begging to be unleashed. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to
gather the strength to resist her. But fuck , she smelt so
damned good, a mixture of roses and lavender. Not to mention the
chills that shot through him at the feel of her tongue teasing the
side of his neck. He attempted to ignore the feelings she was
stirring within him and proceeded to dress her.
Evelyn pushed
her body full against him. Her firm round breasts, only covered in
the thin lace bra, pressed tight against his chest. Nate couldn't
resist looking down and taking a peek at the creamy ivory flesh
spilling from the black lace. He groaned. "Eve please , put
the shirt on."
She pulled
back, looked him in the eye, and then told him in a matter-of-fact
tone, "I want to get fucked; either you do it or I’ll find someone
else."
"Wha-what?" He
shook his head, trying to decide if he had heard correctly. Nate
looked over at Brian who was wearing a broad grin.
"Hey Nate, if
you don't want to, I'll offer up my services to her," Brian
suggested, his grin widening as he gave Nate a wink.
" You're not touching my sister either, asshole," he growled.
Not even
remotely fazed by Nate's aggression, Brian laughed and continued to
watch in amusement as Nate finally managed to get Eve into the
shirt.
"Mmm, big boy,
I see," Eve whispered seductively in his ear as she reached between
them and caressed the ridge of his hardened cock over his
camouflage pants.
Nate froze and
his breath caught in his throat. He hated that he loved the feel of
her hand rubbing against his shaft, but God help him he did. He
found himself wondering if her pussy would be tight and moist if he
reached up under her short skirt. He doubted if that anal-retentive
boyfriend - ex-boyfriend if Jason was to be believed - of hers was
any good in bed. He came across as too selfish and too prudish to
Nate. He was betting she hadn't gotten a good fucking in a long
time.
Yes, Nate was
certain she'd be nice and tight.
Chastising
himself for letting his mind wander to forbidden thoughts of her,
he grabbed her wrist and reluctantly pulled her hand away from his
groin. "We're leaving." Taking her hand in his, he started towards
the exit.
"I'm not going
anywhere!" Eve yanked her hand out of his grip and started to walk
back towards Brian.
Ahh,
fuck! Frustrated and determined to get her out of the Wrangler
Tavern before anything happened that either of them would regret
later on he chased after her. Seconds later he had caught up to her
and grabbed hold of her waist, twirling her around in his arms so
she was facing him.
"Now that's
more like it," she purred, licking her lips suggestively.
"Not exactly." Bending down he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, in
a fireman's hoist. She wiggled and squirmed against him. He then
became painfully aware of how high her skirt had risen and how
close her pussy was to his face. All he would need to do was push
the hem of her skirt up an inch or two...
"Put me down!" she demanded.
"Can't see it
happening," he replied turning and heading for the exit of the
tavern.
"You're a brute
Nate Mitchell!" She bellowed as she continued her attempt to squirm
and wriggle her way down from his shoulder. Nate kept a tight grasp
on her; she wasn't going anywhere. She managed to cause enough
commotion that most of the people in the bar stopped and watched as
Nate carried her to
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