Keep Her Safe, page 19
I grab his arm and tug as hard as I can but he doesn’t move an inch. “Please, Daddy?” I purr, hoping this will break him and sure enough he tenses before looking around, probably to make sure the hallway is empty before he slips inside the dimly lit bathroom with me.
“Hi,” I say, locking the door behind him, and then I’m in his arms.
“Jeremy is not your man.” He leans down and growls in my ear, pressing a kiss to the space behind it that causes a delicious shiver to move through me.
I pull back and stare up at him. “I know, Derek sometimes calls him that when we’re all together because we’re together on the show. Derek is also hammered by the way.”
“I don’t give a fuck about what Derek said. Jeremy’s acting like he’s your man. Touching you,” he unties the bow at the back of my neck and the front falls forward revealing my naked breasts. “He kissed you.” He wraps his arms around me and rests them on my ass, pulling me harder against him, digging his erection into my stomach. “And then tried to press it about bringing you to the bathroom?” He grunts. “That’s my job.”
I let out a breath because the air is getting thick and hot between us and I know I’m not getting out of this room without an orgasm. “He’s not your man or your fucking bodyguard.” He pulls the rest of my jumpsuit down my legs and helps me step out of the pants, leaving me in nothing but four-inch Valentinos and black sheer La Perla underwear. His mouth drags up my left leg, nibbling the skin gently before his tongue darts out to draw circles on my inner thigh. “I’m both and it’s my fucking job to keep you safe.”
His words make me wetter and I squeal when he snaps my panties that are getting damper with each passing second against me. “Take them off,” I whisper and he does without hesitation, dragging the silky fabric slowly down my legs, careful not to snag them on my pumps before pocketing the wet material. He drags his nose through my slit and takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent and then allows his tongue to follow suit. “Fuck me,” I pant. “Please. Your dick.”
“You don’t want my tongue first?” His husky voice feels like honey in my veins. “Your needy little clit doesn’t want it? I think it does. It’s pulsing.”
He spreads my lips and blows gently against my wet flesh and I don’t know if it’s the tequila or the sexual tension between us, but I’m feeling drunker with each passing second. He presses a wet kiss to me, rubbing his tongue all over me and the sounds that he’s making are so carnal and sexy it takes my breath away. “This is mine,” he murmurs and I hear the urgency in his voice and the gruffness of his tone.
I need him to fuck me; I want him to fuck his aggression into me.
“Damian, I want your dick. Please,” I beg.
He stands to his feet. “Take it out.”
I reach for his belt, unbuckling it, and releasing the button on his slacks, sending them down his legs. I rub my hand over him, the hard, thick dick behind gray Calvin Klein briefs that allow me to make out every ridge of him. My mouth waters and I bite my bottom lip, wanting it in my mouth when he reaches under my chin forcing my gaze gently upwards.
“We don’t have time for that. Someone will be looking for you soon.”
“Veronica will cover for me.”
He shakes his head and turns me around to lean over the loveseat, facing the full-length mirror that shows our reflections. His lips move to rest on my neck and I watch us through hooded eyes in the mirror. God, we looked good together. This tall, gorgeous man wrapped around me like he wants to devour me. He’s still wearing his suit jacket, with his pants around his ankles, but I’m completely naked. “I’ll never let anyone get to you, you know that right? I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.” I shudder at his words. That he would go to great lengths to not only make me feel good but to protect me. It makes me feel safe in more ways than one.
His dick brushes my ass and it sends a shiver through me thinking about him inside me, stretching me. “I’m going to fuck you from behind, and you’re going to watch us.” He reaches between my legs and cups my pussy. “You’re going to watch as you come apart in my arms with my dick inside you.”
He pushes me down over the arm of the couch and lines his dick up with my entrance, grazing my clit tortuously. “Damian,” I sigh breathily, which sounds more like a plea. I look up and our eyes meet in the mirror, and I’m wondering if the placement of this mirror three feet in front of us was purposeful. He grips my hips and slides into me with so much force I’m pushed forward. I arch my back, pressing my hands into the cushion, and with the second thrust I already see stars dancing in my periphery.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” he grunts as he drags a hand down my spine and continues to thrust.
“But…”
“Hold it, baby,” he commands.
“Damian, oh my God.” My orgasm starts to brew low in my belly despite his warnings and I clench trying to slow it down. “You fuck me so good.” I stare at us and watch as one hand reaches up to grip my shoulder as he tightens the other’s grip on my hip.
“Yeah?” he asks. He pulls back slowly and slides back in and I see him looking down.
“Are you…watching?”
“Watching you take me? Yeah.” His nostrils flare. “Fuck you’re wet. You should see my dick right now. Shiny and wet and covered in you.”
“Let me see,” I whine.
“Later,” he grunts. “Later tonight you’ll watch me fuck you with my tongue and then with my dick.” He picks up the pace, fucking me harder and more frenzied than before. “Shay, your ass is fucking fantastic. The way it moves against me when I fuck you from behind.” His hand drops to one cheek with a smack and I cry out.
“Oh my god,” I moan, the bite of his palm pushing me closer to the edge. “Can I come now please?” I ask, not sure I can hold off much longer but wanting to obey him.
“What a good girl you are for listening,” he says, his voice even but sexy. “Come for me, baby.” I push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as I chase my orgasm. “You’re fucking perfect, Shay. I want you so much.” His words send me over the edge. I love the way he fucks me, what he says, and how cherished he makes me feel when we’re like this.
“Damian. Right there!” I cry out when my orgasm crests and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me as I struggle to catch my breath. My eyes flutter closed and I drop my head to the cushion just as I feel his tongue drag up my spine and a hand reaches around my neck. He squeezes gently, continuing to fuck me through my orgasm and then I feel his dick pulse inside me and his groan. “Come, baby, please come inside me,” I beg, feeling him nearing the edge based on how he’s thrusting and then he pushes inside me one final time.
“Fuck, take it, baby. Take everything,” he says as he fucks me through his orgasm. He hauls me against his chest, letting himself fall out of me, feeding me his tongue, and gripping one of my breasts. He spins me around so that I’m facing him and then his lips are back on mine, his hands are in my hair and mine are around the back of his neck. I pull him closer, pressing my chest against his torso and I purr in satisfaction when my nipples rub against his suit.
He pulls back, holding my face in his hands, and then drags them down my body. His eyes don’t leave mine and for once I don’t look away. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what? Like I’m falling for you?”
My lips part and I inhale a sharp breath because I was not expecting that. “What did you say?”
He tucks a hair behind my ear and reaches for the towels stacked neatly in the corner. He dabs at the sweat on my brow and I’m pleased he didn’t wipe. He grabs another and drags it gently between my legs and his words coupled with this sweet aftercare has me wanting to repeat the same words he’d just uttered.
He swallows. “We should go. You’ve been gone awhile.” He picks up my jumpsuit.
“No. Don’t run away from me. Not after this.”
“Sex in a bathroom?”
“You know what I mean,” I argue because this was more than that.
“Yes, but I shouldn’t have chosen now to say it.”
“Say what?” I smirk. He doesn’t respond; he just kneels in front of me and helps me into my jumpsuit, sliding it up my body, and turns me around to tie it behind my neck. “Damian,” I push.
“Baby, can we talk about it when we get home and you’re more sober?”
“Fine. Let me just touch up my makeup. I’ll be right out.” He nods before pressing a kiss to my forehead. I cross my arms as he reaches for the door. “I feel the same by the way.”
My cock, which is still semi-hard from what just happened in the bathroom including the words Shay had uttered just before I walked out the door, softens dramatically when I see Jeremy standing at the end of the hallway looking down at his phone. This fucking guy, again?
Why is he so pressed on Shay all of a sudden? Has he always been this way and I’m just taking notice? My theory that now that Paxton is out of the picture he might be interested crosses my mind again and it’s already grating on my nerves.
His eyes find mine from down the hall and they narrow, having not seen me standing here previously and it makes me wonder how long he’s been standing here waiting for Shay.
“Hunt?” He walks towards me, holding his drink in one hand and the other casually in his pocket before turning to look back towards the entrance of the hallway. “I am not that drunk. Did you walk by me?” He frowns like he’s confused by how I appeared, not having put two and two together when Shay emerges from the bathroom looking sexy and gorgeous and not like she’d just been fucked in a bathroom. Her makeup is still perfect. I’m grateful she’d forgone lipstick tonight and settled for a tinted lip gloss that tasted like cake mixed with liquor, and thankfully, I hadn’t pulled on her hair, so it’s still sleek and shiny.
“Jeremy?” Her eyes widen and then she looks up at me and then back at him and I yield to her not knowing how she wants to play it.
He looks at Shay and then at me and then the bathroom door behind us and it’s as if a light bulb goes off and he chuckles. “Really?”
“Why are you even back here?” Shay asks, not responding to his snarky question.
“I was checking on you. You’d been gone for a while and now I see why.” He snorts as he takes a sip of the whiskey in his highball glass. “This been going on for a while?” he asks, pointing back and forth between us.
“Not that it’s your business, but no. It’s…new. No one knows but Veronica, and if you weren’t following me around like a creep, you wouldn’t know either!” She puts her hands on her hips and I can’t tell if she’s actually annoyed or trying to be funny. I’m thinking somewhere between the two.
He chuckles and rubs a hand behind his neck. “Well, excuse me for being worried about you.”
“You don’t need to worry about her,” I interject. “You’ve never needed to worry about her when she’s with me. You certainly don’t need to start now.”
A scoff leaves his mouth and I shoot him a look warning him to be careful of what he says next. Jeremy’s around my height and similar in build but he doesn’t have my training and I have no problem putting him in his place if he steps out of it. “Relax, tough guy. Shay and I have been friends a long time and I’m allowed to care about her well-being.”
“J, enough.” She shakes her head. “I’m good. I’m…” she looks up at me and gives me a smile that makes my heart pound against my ribcage, “really happy.” She turns away from me and holds his gaze. “But you can’t tell anyone. I’m not ready for people to know yet, and while I didn’t cheat on Paxton, if it comes out now, it’ll be hard to sell that I didn’t.” She sighs. “Whenever we go public, it’s going to be hard anyway given our history together, but I certainly don’t need it the day after Paxton and I publicly ended things.”
“Public? Wait…this is serious?” He looks at Shay like she’s grown another head.
Annoyance flares through me at another dickhead response like Paxton’s. I know I’m not worthy of someone like Shay. Women like her date other movie or television stars and not their bodyguards who live in their guesthouses, but it won’t stop me from showing her how much better I am for her. How I’ll protect her and care for her and never hurt her. How she can show me the side of herself she can’t show everyone else. How I’ve been slowly falling in love with her over the past five years and now that I have the chance I’m not going to fuck it up.
“Jeremy, this isn’t a conversation I want to have right now, okay? We’ll talk Monday when we’re back on set.” I try to ignore the pang of jealousy thinking about her and Jeremy’s love scenes. I’ve watched her show since the first season and Jeremy and Shay are no strangers to love scenes. They aren’t HBO level, but he’s touched every part of her in some way and it’s already pissing me off.
“Fine.” He looks at me like he’s sizing me up in the way a father or older brother would look at her boyfriend before walking away from us without another word. This guy can’t be serious.
“He’s not going to say anything,” Shay says once he’s out of earshot. We’re still alone in the hallway and I turn to look at her.
“I don’t care about that.”
“What do you care about?” She presses.
“You,” I tell her without another thought and she smiles before leaning her head back and presenting her lip for me to take. I oblige, giving her a peck before we make our way back into the club.
I don’t want to keep bringing up my thoughts about Jeremy. She believes he doesn’t have feelings for her, and while I’m not certain, I’m definitely getting a vibe that’s more than just him being “protective.” But I also don’t want this to be a source of tension between Shay and me. I know what her job entails and I don’t want her to think I can’t handle it.
We make our way back into the main area of the club, and I follow her through the throngs of people. In situations with crowds, I always prefer her to walk in front of me so I can protect her from all sides. I don’t have to worry about someone touching her or grabbing her from behind and I know she feels safest this way. I’ll never forget the reason I always walk behind her in these situations.
One night shortly after I first started, Shay was out at a club and I hadn’t been the one to go with her to the bathroom. I wasn’t the head of her security yet and he was far more lax than I’ve ever been. I suppose that’s why they replaced him with me.
The club was still pretty loud and he was walking in front of her but somehow they got separated and he didn’t hear her call for him when some guy came up behind her and reached his hand under her skirt. She’d spun around angrily, prepared to yell at him when he met her with an equally angry expression. Like she didn’t have a reason to be upset. I’d watched the whole thing happen and I was on the move instantly moving towards her and wrapping a hand around her wrist to pull her into my side. “I will blow you away if you even breathe the same air as her again, you got me?” I’d told him and when he fled from my sight, she was still shaking like a leaf next to me. I’d wrapped my arms around her to try and calm her fear and anxiety and had felt what I assumed to be a sigh of relief.
It was one of the few times I’d touched her.
“I want you so much,” I whisper against her lips, my hands tangled in her hair as I pull her harder against me. We’re in the back of the limousine she has for the night and she’s straddling my lap, moving around far too much for someone who said she wanted to wait until we got home for me to fuck her. She lets out the sexiest sigh as she continues to bounce up and down on me like she’s riding me as our kissing becomes more aggressive.
She drives me insane in the best way. In a way that makes me crave more and more of her.
I pull away from her mouth and press my lips to her neck, using my teeth and tongue to mark her. I bite down and then soothe the bite of my teeth with my tongue causing her to moan. “Damian,” she whimpers. We continue kissing the rest of the way home, our mouths almost frantic and our bodies trying to get closer to each other despite the clothes between us. “I love the way you kiss me.”
I nibble on her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth and dragging my tongue across it. “Is that so? Wait till you see the way I plan to kiss your pussy tonight.”
She giggles, reaching for the door as we pull up to her house when I see a car in her driveway and I pull her hand from the door and hold it in my hands.
She’s still in my lap as I squint trying to figure out who the fuck that is and more importantly, why I didn’t know someone had gained access to her property.
She turns around to see what I’m looking at and groans. “Fuck. It’s Paxton.” She sighs. “What the hell?”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I growl as I move her off of me and I’m out of the car before it’s even stopped moving. “Stay,” I growl at her, ignoring her pleas to wait.
“What the fuck are you doing here? This is trespassing,” I spit at the man with the angry expression staring back at me.
“With my own code. Get a fucking grip.” He rolls his eyes. “Where the fuck is she?” He narrows his eyes as he looks me over, taking in my disheveled suit and my loosened tie that Shay had undone in her haste to lick and kiss the skin at the base of my throat. It’s now untied and slung around my neck. My hair is slightly messy and I run a hand through it, pushing it out of my eyes. “Are you kidding me right now? Shay, get the fuck out here.” He makes a move towards the back door of the limousine and I step in front of it stopping him from opening the door or Shay from getting out. I harden my gaze and surprisingly he takes a step back probably realizing that given what he’s figured out regarding my relationship with Shay, he should definitely not fuck with me right now.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask him.
He chuckles. “She been fucking you this whole time?”
“Answer me,” I grit out.
“I want to talk to her about how the fuck all of my business got out. I knew she was pissed but I didn’t expect her to stoop this low!” he yells and I feel Shay push gently on the door, letting herself out. Her shoes are still off, making her much shorter than both of us. Her jumpsuit is equally wrinkled, her hair bigger from my pulling on it, and she has very visible hickeys forming on her neck and one of her breasts. God, she’s beautiful.
