Rocky Waters (Lovers Lake)

The thought of that man’s arms around my woman makes my blood boil. I look at that pompous handsome prick and want to ring his scrawny neck. I take the path double-time to get down to them. My heart pounds wildly as I make my way closer to my woman. The first person I see is Michael as I come up behind my woman and that punk. Michael continues to snap pictures of them. I don’t even know how to explain how pissed I am right now, and I know that I don’t have a reason for it considering she and I have never met, but my soul disagrees. He’s staking his claim on her without a word.

A smile passes Michael’s face as he sees me. I climb down the slope only to see that asshole with his hands pinning my woman against a rock. “Enough,” I roar, startling my woman and that pussy touching her. He cowers, letting her go instead of attempting to protect her. Although, he’s the one who is going to need protection in a minute.

“Michael. Get this fucker off my property before I bury him here,” I growl out like the animal I’ve suddenly become. He touched my woman. I should bury him anyway.

“Sure, Rocky. Are you okay?” he asks, doing his best not to crack up.

“Go now. Destroy those photos.” I don’t recognize my own voice as I bark out my commands.

“Understood.” I’m sure Michael’s head is spinning with this different side of me, but I don’t give a fuck because all I can see, smell, feel is the air between this beauty and me. There’s just too much damn space between us for my liking. I need to fix that.

“Name,” I growl as I drag her to me. I can’t believe I’d forgotten it. Her pulse picks up double-time as I cup her neck, rubbing my thumb along her jaw.

“Darcy,” she stammers, eyes wide with something daring shining in those baby blues.

“Darcy, you’re mine,” I state before dropping my head to hers, cupping her cheek and crushing her lips with my own. “Open up,” I demand. She complies, letting out a tiny moan as I devour her taste. Fuck. I have to get her alone and right now. She clings to me, her body melding against mine, fitting perfectly.

I pull us apart, but I keep her wrist in mine. “Michael, I’m not kidding. Get this asshole off my property. Darcy’s coming with me.” I don’t utter another word when I toss her over my shoulder and make toward the path to the house.

“I’ll drop off her bags tonight,” he says with a chuckle as the distance grows. I wave my hand, letting him know I heard.

“Michael,” she shouts out for him. My hand comes down on her ass cheek which is perfectly angled in my face. I want to turn and bite that juicy motherfucker.

“Oh my God. Did you just spank me?” Darcy cries out, clearly offended, but I’m not concerned in the least because her pussy clenches on my shoulder. She fucking likes that shit no matter the protests coming from her soft, pouty lips.

“Hell yes, I did. Don’t ever call out for another man while you’re in my arms,” I warn her.

“Put me down, you big brute,” she shouts, banging on my back with her tiny fists. I spank her ass again.

“Behave, Lioness,” I warn her, gently massaging her ass, causing a slight moan to involuntarily escape her lips. She claps her hand to her mouth, but it’s too late. That sound has registered in my brain and traveled straight to my sack.

“Ugh. This is so embarrassing,” Darcy sighs.

“For whom?” I ask. “You wanted to meet me. I’m giving you an exclusive meeting. The most exclusive it can get,” I use my free arm to adjust my throbbing cock.

“If you really are Bennett Lake. Why did he call you Rocky, whatever?”

“That’s my nickname, baby. Calm your ass down before I tie you up and spank your pretty bottom.” Her thighs clench together on my shoulder again, and I know she’s getting more turned on by that idea. I reach up and rub her ass. “Do you need that, baby? Do you need me to slap your ass until you’re soaking with need?”

“I need you to put me down.” She’s such a cute little liar because her words don’t come out with any force, and her juices have dampened her shorts.

“Soon.” We’re almost to the cabin and my phone rings. I ignore it and go about carrying my queen to her new vacation castle. It’s a long walk back and I’m covered in sweat, feeling the ache in my balls as her sexy body rubs on mine.

“We’re here,” I growl, unlocking the door and stepping inside. I lock it before sliding her down my body.