Drifter (A Steamy Alpha BBW Age Gap Military Romance)

By Amber Branley

I was just passing through when I saw a woman who needed help. A guy was hitting on her. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

 

I don't like to get violent, but when a guy takes a swing at me, he's going to get what's coming. He needs to learn that no means no.

 

And now I'm head over heels for this girl. But her stalker's got it out for me. He's a rich trust-fund punk, and he's got plenty of friends. Friends that want me taken out of the equation.

 

I'm a former Marine with a dark past, and this curvy girl makes me feel whole again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amber Branley
• Release date: Mar 8, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223923381

Book preview

Mike

I try not to stop, but I just can’t help myself.

Hey babe, come on now, don’t be a stranger, the voice is grating in my ears as I pass by the bar on the busy sidewalk.

I turn towards it and look at who the voice belongs to. Sneering, a cigarette hanging from his lip, a beer bottle in his hand, and greasy hair hanging down his forehead, he shakes his head from side to side obnoxiously and repeats himself to the blonde who obviously wants nothing to do with him. She’s up against the wall, and he’s coming closer and closer to her. Obviously, he thinks he’s hot shit.

Don’t be a stranger, babe! He chuckles. "Come on, I just want to get to know you. You’d like me – I got money. Lots of it, hon. I can take you on a beautiful honeymoon!"

No thanks, the girl says sternly, but he obviously doesn’t get the hint.

Or he doesn’t want to accept it.

Hey, I’m trying to be nice, he slurs, sounding drunk. "Now let’s go inside and talk. I told you I wanted to buy you a drink. What’s so damn hard to understand about that? Is it that difficult to have a drink with me?"

I try to keep walking, but my feet won’t let me. They stop on the pavement. I sigh and turn my head towards the ground, whispering to myself. Don’t get involved, Mike...

But I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to trouble. And one thing I can’t stand are cat-callers who don’t know when to call it quits. He’s going to learn pretty shortly. I quickly take a few strides towards the drunken buffoon and grab him from behind, putting my hand on his shoulder as I say, "She says no. Take – the – hint. Walk away."

He turns and stares at me, gawking with wide eyes. He’s caught completely off guard. The cigarette falls from his lip and he bends down and grabs it from the dirty sidewalk, sticks it back between his lips and takes a long drag as he stares at me. He’s smiling now. He blows smoke in my face. I close my eyes and sigh again. I’m clenching my fists together now, trying to hold in my frustration... And frustration is putting it lightly.

This arrogant prick has me pissed.

Walk away, I say. That’s the last time I’m going to tell you.

Oh yeah? He grins, and flicks the cigarette against my chest. "And what if I say no, moron? What if I know this chick wants it, man?"

I grab him before he has a chance to utter