Keep Her Safe, page 30
“Are you coming in?” she asks, breaking me from my thoughts as we approach her house.
I shoot her a look. “What do you think?”
“I think I want to take a shower.” She scrunches her nose. “I smell like a hospital.”
I press my nose into her hair and drag it down her neck. I smell a hint of her natural scent that drives me wild and if this had been a ride home from anywhere other than a hospital my mouth would have been on her cunt. “You smell good, baby, but I do think a shower will make you feel better.” I want to ask her if she wants my help, but I don’t want her to think it’s solely for sex no matter how much I crave her. I could have lost her and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t fucking desperate to touch her.
The car slows to a stop and I open the door, pull her into my arms and carry her up the walkway to her door. Her assistant had brought a change of clothes to the hospital for her, so luckily, she isn’t in that tight gown from the premiere. She immediately goes up the stairs while I lock up and set the alarm. I follow behind her, and by the time she reaches the top, she’s shedding her clothing and dropping them to the ground, creating a trail to her bedroom. I pick up the discarded articles and by the time I pick up her panties, I hear the water running. I’m just putting her clothes in her laundry basket when I hear her voice.
“Are you coming?” I turn around and see she’s standing in the entrance to her bathroom completely naked and I ball my hands into fists to try and temper the ache in my dick.
I cross the room towards her. “I didn’t want to press it if you needed space.”
“I don’t need space. I need you.” She grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom and steps into the shower. She runs her eyes all over me as I strip out of my clothing and make my way into the shower with her.
She exhales the second the door closes behind me like she was holding her breath and now she feels like she can breathe.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I urge her.
“I’m scared and I hate being scared,” she whispers as tears well in her eyes. “I trusted him…he was someone I considered a really good friend, and now I feel like I don’t know who I can trust. I feel like I can’t even trust my own instincts.” She didn’t cry once at the hospital and I think now that we’re alone, the events of yesterday are setting in. “How did I not know?”
It turned out that Jeremy had been obsessed with her for a very long time after the police found a locked room in his basement that he had made into a shrine to her. Thousands of pictures taped to the walls. Things she’d touched, clothes she’d worn; I think there had even been pairs of her underwear. A fact that I have kept from Shay.
I can’t believe I had let my guard down and he’d gotten to her. I’d almost lost her forever. That is never going to happen again.
“He deceived you, baby. He deceived everyone. You believed what he showed you. You can’t blame yourself for that.”
“He didn’t deceive you. I should have listened to you.” Her eyes find the floor of the shower as she takes a step back and I feel like I’m witnessing the walls go up around her heart. I can only hope that I’m already in there so she can’t close it off to me.
“Hey,” I say and her eyes snap to mine. “Things happen sometimes. He preyed on you years ago and spent years laying the groundwork. No one could have known.”
“I guess he really was a good actor.” I can hear a hint of sarcasm, but mostly her tone is laced with sadness.
I push her gently against the wall as I prepare to remind her that although a very shitty thing happened, she’s okay and more importantly alive. “I got to you,” I tell her. “I will always get to you.” I rub her face and push her hair back gently. “You’re safe.”
“Because of you. What if you didn’t have the instinct to follow my Airtag?” She shivers even though the water is practically scalding and scrunches her nose. “What if he had gotten me to Europe?” I also learned that he had gotten a fake passport made for Shay so there wouldn’t be any issues at customs.
He had planned for everything.
Except for the fact that I’d stop at nothing to protect her.
“I’ll always find you, baby.”
“I’m sorry for…I don’t know, not listening to you when you said something wasn’t right.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t want you to ever be scared. That’s why I’m here.” I tell her as I pull her into my arms as she succumbs to more tears.
Shay fell asleep shortly after we got out of the shower and despite the two men I had outside and her physically in my arms, sleep never finds me. She’d moved out of my arms at some point while she was sleeping which allowed me to do a bit of work. I’d begun combing through all the pictures of us and all the stories that were starting to report about Jeremy and what this meant for the television show. The picture of me carrying her out of the hospital spread like wildfire and while her team hasn’t made a statement, I know it’s only a matter of time before the romance rumors about Shay and I are confirmed.
Shay begins to stir and a whimper leaves her. I’m just about to wake her when she sits up and looks around frantically. The room is dark except for the light of my phone and the moonlight peeking through her curtains. “I’m here,” I murmur and she’s in my arms instantly. “You’re safe.”
“You stayed.”
“Of course, I stayed. You haven’t gotten it yet? Right next to you is the only place I need to be.”
The room is quiet so I hear her breath hitch in her throat and she grips me tighter like she’s afraid I’ll disappear or maybe like she’ll disappear.
“How long have I been out?”
“A while.” About six hours. “Are you hungry?”
“I think so.”
“Let’s get you some food.” I lift her into my arms and make my way out of her bedroom turning on the lights as I go.
“I could get used to you carrying me around.”
“That’s good. The paps already seem to love it. There’s a video of me carrying you out of the hospital.”
“They think we’re together?”
“Some, yes. Some are more concerned with reporting about Jeremy.”
“You ready for the chaos? It’s going to be different once they figure out you’re not just my bodyguard.”
“For you? I’m ready for anything,” I tell her as I make it to the bottom of the stairs. I take a peek outside and see the two black cars stationed there.
“Will they have to be out there all the time?”
“Until I don’t think they’re needed, but for now yes.” She nods and I can see she wants to say something but I change the subject. “What do you want to eat?” I ask her as I set her in a chair. I grab her a water from the fridge and begin pouring it into a glass. “You want something harder?” I ask and she nods. I still hand her the water but I also grab a bottle of whiskey and pour us both two glasses.
“Grilled cheese?” she asks.
“Really?” I chuckle at the simplicity of her request and she frowns.
“Okay how about a steak?” she says sarcastically and I’m happy to see a bit of her attitude coming back.
“I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
Ten minutes later, we’re sitting on her couch drinking whiskey and eating grilled cheese sandwiches when she turns to me. “Move in with me.”
I cock my head to the side because though I want her with me all the time, it worries me that she’s so frightened.
“Because of what happened? Baby, I’m just right there.” I point towards my guesthouse. “I’ll never be far away.” I don’t want her to think I have to sleep in her bed with her to keep her safe.
“No.” She shakes her head. “Because I love you and I can’t imagine waking up in the morning and your face not being the first thing I see.” She moves into my lap, straddling me, and puts her hands on my cheeks. “I want you and I want us.” She presses her lips to mine for the first time since yesterday and it’s as if her body just realizes it because she moans the second her tongue sweeps against mine. I don’t know how long our lips are attached but when she pulls away her eyes are filled with lust and with the way she was moving on my lap, I’m going to guess that she’s wet and wants me to do something about that.
“What do you want?” I whisper as I grip her harder against me.
“To tell me you want to live with me and then fuck me on this couch.”
“I’ll do you one better. How about I want to be with you forever?” Her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “Now, I’m going to fuck you on this couch.”
“Yes please. I was worried you weren’t going to want to fuck me.” She responds as she climbs off my lap and slides her shorts down her legs.
“I always want to fuck you.” I tell her as I pull off my sweatpants followed by my briefs.
I pull my shirt off and watch in fascination as she does the same, making those sexy tits of hers spring free and I reach out and run my fingers over her. She shivers and I watch as goosebumps pop up everywhere.
“I love how much you affect me.”
“You affect me too, baby. You have for so long.” I tell her honestly. “Part of it was just being your bodyguard and understanding your body language but for so long it’s been deeper than that. You’ve owned me for longer than you know, Shay.” I pull her naked body back into my lap. She starts to slide down when I stop her, cupping her pussy. “Are you wet for me?”
“I’m always wet for you.” She says and I slide a finger between her slit and see that she is wet but not as much as I’d like. Not like when I’ve run my tongue over her clit. “I know that look.” She gives me a wicked smirk. “And as much as I love your tongue in my cunt, I’d rather it be in my mouth right now while you fuck me.”
“Fuuuuck.” I drag my dick through her slit and rub it against her clit as I prepare to slide inside of her. Because there is no arguing with what she wants right now.
I spit on two fingers and swipe them through her slit just to make her even wetter before I line my cock up with her entrance and she pushes herself down. Her lips crash against mine and her tongue snakes into my mouth and moves against mine with fucking urgency. She moves up and down, grinding her clit against me every time she hits the base of my dick. “That feel good?”
She lets out a moan so sexy and pornographic, I almost come. “It always feels fucking good, Damian. You’re the only man that’s ever made me feel this way.”
“Yeah?” I pull away from her mouth and reach for one of her lush tits, sucking it into my mouth while my hand palms the other. I want to beat my chest with pride that I’m able to make her feel this good and that she wants this from me. Only fucking me.
Her head falls back as she continues to move up and down on me, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronization. The sounds of our bodies slapping together along with her sexy moans are the only noises to be heard and it’s the sexiest fucking sound.
Her hands find my shoulders, digging her nails in to the flesh and my cock hardens inside of her. I reach behind her neck, guiding her mouth back to me just as her hand reaches behind her and touches my balls. I groan in her mouth and my dick jerks inside her slick cunt.
“Fucking perfect.” I grit out against her mouth. “Baby, I need you to get there. Please,” I tell her, because I need to feel her spasm around my dick before I come.
“Touch me.” She pants. “There.”
The thought that she enjoyed the ass play as much as I did has me gritting my teeth to stop myself from coming right this second. I reach around her and put a finger there, pressing against that ring and massaging the area.
“I love that it’s something only you’ve ever had.” She whispers in my ear. “I love you.”
And those three words, words that have become my favorite words when uttered by her almost has me coming again.
“I love you too, so fucking much.”
I bite down on her shoulder as I continue to bounce her up and down harder on my dick while my finger rims her asshole. “Fuck I’m going to come.” She moans just as I drag my tongue up the slim slope of her neck.
“Please.” I beg her again. “I need it.”
Her eyes squeeze shut and then I know the second she starts to climax because her cunt clamps down on my dick and squeezes just as her head falls back and her mouth opens but no sound comes out.
“Fuck, yes. There it is.” I groan as my orgasm pulls me under and I begin pumping ropes of hot cum into her.
After a few moments her eyes find mine and her skin is sweaty and her hair is a mess from my light pulling at one point.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
“I could get used to doing this forever.” She whispers before her lips find mine.
It’s been three weeks since the incident and I have not wanted to leave Damian’s side which is fine because there’s a temporary filming hiatus while writers scramble to rewrite a script that no longer includes Jeremy, eliminating my character’s fiancé.
Jeremy is being held without bail for a list of felonies. It was confirmed that he was behind Damian’s accident and had a hit out on him. With all the evidence stacking up against Jeremy, it is predicted that he will be in prison for a long time.
The only person who has not been okay with me not leaving my house is my best friend who is lying on the lounger next to me as we sunbathe by the pool. Damian is just across the pool so he can see us and I can see him but he probably can’t hear what we are saying. I’ll admit I am having a bit of separation anxiety and I’m not sure if it’s from my bodyguard or my boyfriend. Probably both.
I start seeing my therapist again on Monday and I am sure she’s going to have plenty to say.
“I lost you to a boyfriend and then almost lost you to the man who was stalking you. You’re coming out tonight.” She sits up and pushes her sunglasses into her hair revealing teary blue eyes that I’m not sure is because of the mimosas or something else. “You’re my best friend, and I can’t believe…” She shakes her head like she wants to rid the thoughts from her brain of what could have happened. “How did he fool all of us? Even Derek.”
“How’s he doing anyway?” Derek probably took the news hardest after me and spent two days not speaking to anyone before getting blackout drunk and showing up at Veronica’s house. He was barely able to stand as he broke down and cried in fear that Veronica and I believed he knew something or was possibly in on everything with Jeremy and that he’d lose us too.
He started seeing a therapist the next morning.
“Better now,” she says but I can see the sadness in her eyes. Both Derek and I, two of the people closest to her are taking this hard and I worry that she’s so concerned with us that she’s not dealing with her feelings regarding her own relationship with Jeremy.
“We all need this,” she says and I sigh because maybe this is Veronica’s way of coping. A night out with the three of us because for so long it had been the four of us and it’s time to start a new normal.
“Maybe this was a bad idea.” I wince and adjust the strapless corseted dress I’m wearing as I see all of the flashes of cameras surrounding the car. Damian’s blue eyes find mine and he narrows them curiously.
“I think you want to do this but you’re scared. You’re always going to be scared the first time.”
I look out into the sea of flashes, listening to the sounds of people calling my name, and nod in agreement. “Am I ready for this?”
“Of course, you are.” He tucks a dark curl behind my ear. “I’ll be right there next to you. I won’t let anyone get to you, baby.” The news has been relentless with their reports about whether Damian and I are in a relationship and tonight will probably be all the confirmation they need when they see the way he touches me. I can’t imagine him wanting to keep his distance tonight.
“You ready?”
I nod, letting out a deep breath just as he opens the door. I put on a smile and when I reach for Damian’s outstretched hand everyone goes fucking nuts. Thousands of questions are being thrown at me from every direction about us and about Jeremy and the show and I just smile and wave and sign a few autographs as I make my way through the crowd. Damian still holds an arm out, in that same way he always does to clear a path for me, but now his other arm is holding me securely around my waist. We make it to the entrance and just before we turn to go inside, I grab his hand and pull him closer. I tilt my chin up, letting him know what I want and he gives me a smile that makes my knees weak before pressing his lips to mine. He wraps his arms around my back, pulling me closer and dipping me at the same time. I vaguely hear the sounds of the cameras and the screams and cheers but everything fades away as I sink into our kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer and just as I try to deepen it, he pulls back giving me a hungry look.
Fuck, but I’ll have you later. I can practically hear him thinking.
I turn towards everyone standing outside the club and give them a wink and a final wave before moving inside with Damian right behind me.
“I didn’t know we were doing that.”
“I figured I’d give them something.” I shrug. It had been a snap decision brought on by the way his arms felt around me.
We make our way to our section and I already see Veronica and Derek and several of the extended cast and crew. Veronica squeals as pictures of Damian and me from just moments ago are already circulating and she holds her phone up to show us. “Really? God, you guys are hot.” From the angle of one of the pictures, you can see my other two security that Damian had follow us tonight because he knew I would probably beg him to have a drink or three and dance with me and he wanted to have all bases covered. I’ll admit though, we did look hot. The picture looked like it belonged on the cover of a romance novel or a movie poster.
