My Possessive Beach Boy
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  • Reads 247
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 1
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Jul 22, 2017
"You shouldn't stand so close to her," Spencer giggled and nudged my arm. I tried my hardest not to glare at her. "Hunky lifeguard over there will get angry if you touch his girl." 

I glanced over the tall guys shoulder. Ryker pulled his sunglasses down his nose and was staring at us. I blushed and looked away, noticing him tense up. 

"I'm not his girl," I said, frowning. 

"Good. Then maybe you'll let me take you out tonight for din-"

"Sorry buddy," I sighed at the sound of Ryder's familiar deep voice. "She's already got plans with me. So you can carry on down the beach and stay the hell away from my girl." 

"I am not your girl!"
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