Page 11 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
“Maybe.” Her hand glided down my back and firmly gripped my ass. “I didn’t think you thought twice about me.”
“I think you about you all day and night.” I copied her and squeezed her ass in my massive paw, rubbing the bulge behind my jean against her thick thigh.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” she asked. One thing I could count on with Trixie was a million questions.
“Because you’re too young.” I had a thing with age. Women more than three or four years younger than me didn’t usually interest me. I’d known Trixie was out of the range I preferred, but I just couldn’t forget her.
It didn’t help that I saw her every single afternoon. I’d tried not to talk with her so I wouldn’t like her, but I fell for her in spite of my efforts to ignore her.
“I’m twenty-one.”
“Yeah, too young.”
“Oh, geez. Then what am I doing here, Brandon?” She pushed me back. “Are you just screwing with me? Do you get off on torturing me?”
Damn, I loved the fire in her voice and brown eyes. Without saying a word, I swept her off her feet, caveman style, and threw her over my shoulder.
She squealed but didn’t fight back. “What are you doing?”
As if she couldn’t tell. Obviously carrying her out of the bar and taking her to my bedroom.
What happened next would be up to Trixie.
5
Trixie
“I think about you all day and night.” Brandon rubbed his firm dick against me and squeezed my bottom. Because I was a shorty, I felt his erection above my pelvis.
Holy crap, I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’d waited for what seemed like forever for him to make a move or give me an inkling that he was interested in me, so I could make a move. He’d never alluded to anything until the note.
In fact, sometimes I thought he couldn’t stand me with his short responses and by how quickly he left after getting his order.
I really enjoyed having his hands on me, and his body flush against mine. If he wasn’t wearing the mask, I could kiss the base of his neck and get our own party started.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Like honestly, the man should have given me a clue at the very least. Which made me wonder how long he’d been interested in me.
“Because you’re too young.”
“I’m twenty-one.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. And old enough to be groped. Of course, if I blurted that part out, he’d probably stop, and I didn’t want him to stop.
“Yeah, too young.”
“Oh, geez. Then what am I doing here, Brandon?” Now I was annoyed. I pushed him off me. No chance I would dance all sexy and dirty with a guy who thought I was too young but touched me like I wasn’t. “Are you just screwing with me? Do you get off on torturing me?”
Before I could storm off and head home, I was lifted off the floor as if I didn’t weigh more than a dried leaf and tossed over Brandon’s shoulder.
I squealed, then landed with anoofas my head bounced a little. Brandon stunned me completely. I held onto his waist, and sent up a prayer, asking the good Lord to give him the strength not to drop me on my face.
“What are you doing?” I was more excited than I could ever recall being in my life.
Strangely, nobody in the bar seemed to notice what was happening between us. The partygoers carried on like a man carrying a woman over his shoulder, caveman style, was a normal, everyday occurrence.
Brandon held my size-16 body easily, and I had to say, I’d give him permission to do anything to me after this. There was nothing hotter than a man who went after a full-figured woman. Nothing hotter in my book, anyway.
Being a chubby chick had its challenges. Not many men liked thick thighs and curves. But here was Brandon taking me somewhere as if he owned me, and this bad boy was about to find out, I wanted to be owned by him.
Please, Lord. Let him take me to his bedroom. Please. Please. Please!
