Chapter 61

Jake “Why didn’t you introduce me to Cindi?”

I turn around with the kayak on my shoulder, surprise flashing in my mind at the venom in my girlfriend’s voice.

I didn’t think Winnie would be bothered by not being introduced. She is the type of girl that speaks up for herself and doesn’t need a man to do it for her. Her extroverted personality is one of the many things I love about her. And when she didn’t say anything to Cindi, I assumed it was because she preferred it that way. After all, Cindi is no one important.

Still, I can’t deny my amusement when I realize Winnie is jealous. She won’t meet my eyes, and there is a pout on her lips. It makes her look adorable, though she might kick my ass if I said that out loud in her current state of mind.

I go for a more careful yet teasing approach. “Are you mad at me for not introducing you to Cindi?”

Winnie doesn’t reply. Instead, she glares at me, and I stifle a laugh. Gosh, she is beautiful even when she is mad at me. Blonde hair pulled in a ponytail, outdoorsy black leggings hugging her body, and freckles all over her cheeks and nose. My chest tightens with yearning.

When we are alone in our tent later, I intend to show her how much of me belongs to her. But first, I must remove that pout from her lips and the visible anger on her face.

“Cindi isn’t an ex of mine,” I say as we approach the river. I remove the kayak from my shoulders and put it down on the ground, eyeing the little menace I call my girlfriend. “We never dated.”

Winnie’s pout only grows, and she crosses her arms over her chest in a display of irritability. “Cindi was and probably is into you. She was peeling off your clothes with her eyes.”

At that, I bark a laugh. “Are you really that bothered?”

Winnie grumbles, and I can’t take it anymore. I forget about the kayak and the stream and walk over to her. Suspicion fills her eyes. She looks at me but doesn’t seem to know what I’m up to. I give her a cocky grin, then I pick her up, ignoring her little gasp.

“Jake!” Her eyes drill daggers into mine.” Put. Me. Down!”

“No.” I wrap my arms tighter around her and rub my one-day-of-not-shaving scruff against her cheek.

Winnie laughs. “What are you doing?”

“My girlfriend seems to believe I will leave her for another, so I’m showing her that she is wrong. I’m being affectionate.”

“More like annoying…”

“Oh?” I stroke her back and sit down on a tree stump, spreading my thighs apart with Winnie perched on one of my legs. My hand is on her side, and I kiss her neck, breathing her in. She smells like my cologne, and I smile while continuing to nip at her. “You don’t like this?”

Winnie lets out a little whimper, but there is still fire in her eyes when she opens them to glare at me. “I know what you’re doing.

“What am I doing?” I can’t fight the smile fleeting over my lips. I’ve never seen her like this, and it amuses me.

“Trying to win me over with your charm, muscles, and sexy voice, but it’s not working! You didn’t introduce me to your lady friend, and I won’t forgive you that easily!”

She shoves at my chest, and I burst out laughing. She might as well be trying to push away a mountain, but I play along with a grin, pretending her strength suffices to make me move.

“Alright, I get it. I won’t be kissing you, and you can keep being mad at me, but I suggest you tell me how to make it up to you. It will be an awkward vacation if you keep being my enemy.”

She glances at me, still sitting on my lap. I would be lying if I claimed that isn’t getting to me. My cock is already hardening, and my hands are itching to just lift her up and remove her pants. I could easily hold her above my head while eating her out, but Winnie is mad at me-she would most likely murder me if I attempted that stunt.

“There is something you could do…”

Her grumpy tone piques my interest, and I arch an eyebrow. “And what is that? What must I do to earn your forgiveness, princess?”

She sends me a glare, and I make a mental to lay low on the nicknames. Winnie clearly didn’t appreciate being called a princess. Still, it’s hard not to give her nicknames when she is so adorable.

“It’s a small and easy thing…” she mutters. “I want you to claim me in front of those people we are eating lunch with. Show this Cindi person that you belong to me, and I will be happy.”

Wait.

Did I hear that correctly?

Is Winnie actually getting territorial with me?

Happiness swarms my chest, and I open my mouth to express it, but I fall silent once I notice the red blush on Winnie’s. face. Is she embarrassed about her own jealousy toward Cindi?

I realize saying something would undoubtedly wipe that shy, grumpy expression from her face, and I just smile. I don’t understand where Winnie’s sudden interest in me comes from, but I like it.

Winnie is finally treating me like her love interest, and it’s addictive how she looks at me like I’m the greatest wonder she has ever beheld.

I affectionately poke the side of her face with my nose. “Kissing you in front of all those people isn’t going to be a problem.

But keeping my hands off of you after I’ve started? After I’ve had a taste of your lips? Now that’s going to be a challenge.”

She squirms in my lap but doesn’t shy away when I tighten my grip around her, hugging her to me. My nose is in her hair, and I repress a smile when her hands stroke over my t-shirt, over my abs in silent admiration until I’m forced to inhale.

“Maybe you shouldn’t do that right here… ” I mutter in a frustrated voice. I’m no longer feel like cuddling, but taking it a step further. It’s ridiculous how little it takes for Winnie to make me aroused.

She is fragile and tiny, and being with her should only set off my protective instincts. But surprisingly, I’m also getting off the thought of how easy it is to restrain her, dominate her, and do whatever I want with her. She is truly fun -sized, which is a dangerous thing.

“Why not?” Winnie asks and continues to stroke the planes of my chest with a challenge in her eyes.

“Are you scared Cindi will come and find us? Afraid someone will hear my moans?”

I laugh, but it comes out dark. “Oh, trust me. I don’t give a fuck about Cindi and her friends finding us or hearing us having sex. And if those words are confirmation that you don’t give a fuck either, I see no reason not to fuck you right here and now.”

Winnie’s face pales. She clearly didn’t expect that reaction from me, and I laugh before going in for the kill. I kiss her shocked lips, and my hands skim up her sides, gripping her tightly.

I couldn’t care less about who sees or hears us. I’m fucking Winnie’s tight cunt on this tree stump, and that’s it. Nothing