Page 68 of Hot Summer Nights

“What?” She asks, spinning around in her high heels to face me.

Somehow the front is even worse than the back and I’m pretty sure that I bare my teeth as I close the distance between us.

“There is no way in hell that you are walking out of here wearing that.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” She asks, slamming her hand down onto her hip.

She’s wearing black stiletto heels, much like the ones she had on last night. The dress, if you can call it that, is a bright fire-engine red and so short that I can almost see that sweet heaven between her legs. It’s tight, molding to her curves and dipping low in the back, so low that I can almost see her ass. The two straps tie behind her neck and push her tits up high. The small scraps of fabric can barely cover her tits and I see red when I think about anyone else seeing my girl like this.

“YOU’RE PRACTICALLY NAKED!”

“No, I’m not. You’re being ridiculous. I’ve worn this dress before and I always get great tips whenever I do.”

“You’ve worn this in public before?” I ask, my voice deadly calm.

She rolls her eyes and with a wave of her hand, she turns around, dismissing me. I watch as she picks up some lipstick, ignoring me. There’s no way that I can let her go out wearing that dress. I know what men will think when they see her in it. They’ll be imagining bending her over and trying to take what’s mine.

Stella finishes applying her makeup and turns back to face me.

“Ready to go?” She asks, giving me a sweet smile.

She thinks that she’s won this round.

“Almost,” I say.

Before she can react, I reach up, fisting both sides of the dress and pulling. It tears right down the center, hanging in scraps off her shoulder. The only thing keeping it up is the knot around her neck and I smile back at her as she gapes up at me.

My eyes trail down, taking in all of the exposed skin now on display. Her tits are bare now and the only thing covered is her sweet pussy. Even that is only blocked by a tiny thong. Standing before me in just her high heels and thong, my Princess looks like every wet dream that I have ever had. She’s perfection.

She’s also currently glaring at me and I can tell that any minute now she’s about to lay into me. I can also tell that, while she might pretend that she didn’t like me ripping her dress, what I did just turned her on. Her eyes are flashing but they’re also filled with lust, her pupils dilated as she stares up at me.

“WHAT THE HELL!?! You can’t just do stuff like that, Kit,” she yells before she spins on her heel and heads back to the closet.

She drags her dress off, turning and tossing it in my face before she disappears into the closet. I follow after her, tracing over her back, the curve of her ass, and down her legs to those high heels. She flips through the hangers, mumbling to herself about Neanderthal men and being late for work. I stand and watch her and I want to grimace when I see the dress she finally picks out.

It’s a strapless black leather one and I know that it will mold to her body perfectly. The only saving grace is that it doesn’t look as short as all of the others.I wonder what she would do if I ripped up all of her dresses….Maybe she wouldn’t go to work and I could spend the night apologizing with my head between her sweet thighs.

Stella slips the black dress over her head, shimmying it down her body until it’s in place. The dress is tight, showing off her body perfectly and looking almost obscene. I just about swallow my tongue when she reaches inside the top, adjusting her boobs. The dress ends a couple of inches above her knees and I frown, wanting to tear this dress off of her too and cover her up with one of my shirts. I want to tuck her back into our bed, where she’s safe from prying eyes but she storms past me before I can catch her. She snatches her phone out of my hand before she marches angrily out of the bedroom.

I follow her down the stairs and out to the garage. She shoots me a look when I open the passenger side door and lift her inside. I give her an innocent smile back and she shoots me a glare but I can see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. I love how tough and strong willed my Princess is.

Stella might want to pretend that she doesn’t like my alpha tendencies or the way I move her around but she can’t hide the truth from me. She likes my hands on her and I think that she’s been on her own for far too long. She wants someone to take care of her for once and that person is going to be me.

SEVEN

Stella

Kit triesto talk to me as he drives me across town to the strip club but I’m still ignoring him over the whole dress ripping incident that occurred earlier. I can’t believe that he just tore that dress off of me. I wonder if he noticed how hard and pebbled my nipples were or the way that I had pressed my thighs together to ease the new ache that had taken up residence between my legs.

It was true that I always got great tips when I wore that halter dress but the truth is that I actually hated that dress. Every time I wore it I had to worry about everything staying covered and I had to dodge even more groping hands than usual.

Kit probably did me a favor making me change. Now that I moved in with Kit and don’t have to pay rent at Larry’s place, I actually have some money saved.

I freeze at that thought.

When did I start thinking that I was moving in with Kit? I mean he helped me out, saved me from Loser Larry but there was never any talk about me moving in with him permanently. I guess it was the way that he had ordered me to pack my bags and then as soon as we got back to his place, he had put everything away for me.I freeze when I realize that I want to live with him. I like him, I realize as I remember how I had packed my bags and let him take me back to his place without a second thought. I’m comfortable around him. I trust him, and that scares me because I never really trust anyone. I never let anyone get close to me. So why did I let Kit get past my defenses so quickly?

I shoot a look at Kit out of the corner of my eye as he turns into the Landing Strip parking lot. He’s wearing a frown as he parks in a spot closer to the door. It’s still early and there’s only a handful of other cars in the lot but since it’s a Friday I know that it will pick up soon. Kit shuts the truck off, twisting in his seat to face me. He’s still wearing the frown and I know that he’s going to try to talk me out of going to work. Before he can say anything, I blurt out what’s been on my mind.

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