“Kenneth!” she raises her voice, and this time I’m able to shift my attention toward her. “Let’s go.” Her eyes are pleading. Only now do I take the situation all in—she’s wearing high heels and my shirt that covers her ass more than her dress does, her hair is wild, her eyes are a bit lost. She’s in a room full of horny assholes—myself included—and she doesn’t need the situation to get worse. She just wants out of here.
I give her a short nod and move forward.
Once we are outside, I steer us toward my truck parked on the side street. My strides are fast, and, for a moment, I forget she can’t keep up.
“Wait.” When I don’t respond, she pulls on my hands and calls out in a louder voice, “Ken, wait.”
“What?” I grunt without turning back.
“I can’t run in these heels. Can we slow down a bit?”
This time, I stop and turn toward her. “No, we fuckin’ can’t. Because if we do, I won’t be able to force myself to keep walking to the truck. Instead, I’ll go back and smash every motherfucker’s face for looking at you the way they did,” I hiss, barely recognizing myself.
“Ken,” my name on her lips is a whisper. “It’s okay.” Her eyes are wide with confusion.
“It’s not.”
With that, I bend in my middle, press my shoulder, and hoist her body on my shoulder.
“Ken!” she squeaks, but I can’t answer. Not now. I’m too focused on getting the hell out of here before making her embarrassed to be seen with me.
“Kenneth, put me down!” she cries out.
I smack her ass with my hand. “Be quiet, Josie.”
“Kenneth!” a squeak.
“I said quiet.” I smack her bottom again, harder this time.
Even in this position, I hear her breathing quickening.Interesting.
“My ass is almost naked,” she mumbles, calming down.
Right. Can’t share the goods. I pull on the hem of her dress, but it covers very little. So I pull on the hem of my shirt she’s wearing with the same result.
“Fuck,” I mumble and spread my hand over her ass. Despite her backside being very juicy, my hand is fucking huge, and it covers the top of her thighs along with the bottom of her ass.
I get a few snickers I’m trying very hard to ignore as I pass the people on the street.
And I can say I’ve never been happier to be back in my truck.
Or more disappointed. Because on the one hand, the stares and laughs stop, but on the other hand, I have to let go of Josie. And she seemed to fit so well thrown over my shoulder with her ass near my face. I wanted to bite it so badly, but it’d totally go past appropriate and might not go well with the general public. I sure as fuck would have asked a woman if I saw one on the street being thrown over a man’s shoulder if she’s enjoying being there of her own will. Not even one motherfucker did, and it makes me lose a little bit more faith in humanity. Meaning I have to level up and compensate for that by being a better fucking man and a cop to society.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
JOSIE
His beastly hand on my ass feels oddly safe. It’s so big, it covers half of my bottom and then some. It was hilarious how he tried pulling on the dress and then on his shirt that he lent me. The skimpy thing I picked with the sole purpose of hopefully drawing his attention at Freya’s cabin barely covers anything when I’m standing, and it covers almost zero when my ass is in the air. I love attention, and I am not going to apologize for it.
Speaking of asses. I must admit, the view from here is spectacular. His butt is even bubblier than I imagined, and I wonder if it’s as firm as it seems. He thinks I’m drunk, and besides, he suspects I’m coocoo, so he won’t hold it against me for trying. I mean, he’s hauling me somewhere over his shoulder, so the jury is still out on who is the coocoo one here.
I poke my finger into his ass cheek, expecting some sort of outburst from the man. But none comes. What the hell? I try to angle my head and see if he even felt it. His steady, unwavering strides are a clear indication that he did not, so I poke again. Harder this time. My nail barely sinks in, I’m not even talking about my finger—his butt is really firm. So I try again.
“Will you stop it?” finally comes his gruff voice.
I angle my head so I can see at least his head. “Will you drop me already?”
“Drop you?” He chuckles. “I don’t think so.”
