Guarding Jenna: Brotherhood Protectors World

by Holt, Desiree

  He took the other nipple in his mouth, squeezed both breasts as he sucked it into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. Jenna couldn’t believe how hot and needy she was. By the time he lifted his head, she was crazy with need. She had never felt this kind of desire before, never felt her body respond in this way.

  Take off your shirt,” she whispered, tugging at the shirttails.

  He smiled down at her. “Of course.”

  He tossed it to the side on top of her pieces of clothing, and there he was. Lean, broad-shouldered, muscular, with a dusting of curls on his chest that matched the hair on his head. She ran her fingertips over his pecs, hungry to feel every inch of his skin. She found his flat, male nipples beneath the hair and stroked them with her fingertips. She thought what a good thing it was that she’d read so many romance novels trying to get past her own hang-ups or she’d have no idea what to do.

  While she explored his chest and his rock-hard abs, Scot sprinkled kissed over her breasts and teased her nipples until she was nearly out of her mind.

  He lifted his head and looked at her. “Doing okay so far?”

  “Better than okay,” she gasped, as heat consumed her.

  “Maybe we could take off a few more clothes?” He put it in the form of a question, which made her like him all the more. He was letting her take the lead. She knew, no matter how much control it took on his part, he’d stop any time she needed to.

  “Okay.”

  He shifted them so she could stand and without waiting for him, she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and shoved them down her legs. All she had left were her panties, which were utilitarian and about as sexless as you could get. It didn’t seem to matter to Scot, however. He stared at them, wetting his lips with his tongue.

  “Take them off.” His voice was hoarse, and the look in his eyes nearly seared her skin.

  Her hands trembled as she hooked her fingers in the waist and eased the flimsy material down her legs. When she stepped out of them, she kicked them to the side and stood before him, naked, shaking, her sex so wet she could actually catch the scent of her musk, a very new sensation for her. Uncertainty crept over her as she waited for him to say something. Maybe he didn’t like what he saw. Maybe he was disappointed. For one awful moment, she was tempted to grab her clothes and race up to the loft.

  But then he reached out and touched her, running his fingers over her breasts, down her tummy, brushing the curls between her legs. And all the while there was no disguising the approval and hunger blazing in his eyes.

  “Beautiful,” he said in a husky voice. “Just as I knew you’d be.”

  “Your turn.” Could he hear how shaky her voice was.

  Without saying a word, he unbuckled his belt and disposed of jeans and boxer briefs in one swift movement.

  Ohmigod! That was all she could think.

  He was gorgeous, with lean hips, long, muscled legs, and a cock that could tempt a saint. Thick and swollen and very large, the head was a dark purple, and a tiny bead of fluid sat directly on the slit. She didn’t have to ask if he was aroused. It was obvious.

  But now what? Could she go through with the rest of it, or would fear take over as it always did? Of course, she had to admit no man she’d been with could hold a candle to this one. Plus, no one had ever taken the time to arouse her and make her feel secure as Scot did.

  While she was wondering what to do next, he lifted her and carried her into the bedroom, yanking back the covers and sitting her on the edge of the bed. Then he stood in front of her, his swollen cock front and center.

  “Touch it,” he said in a soft voice. “Go ahead. It’s not going to hurt you, Jenna. And yes, it will fit because we’re going to make sure you are good and ready and wanting it as much as I want you. Come on. Put your hand on me.”

  Hesitant at first, she reached it and wrapped her fingers around his cock. The outer skin was soft, but the shaft it covered was hard as steel. And hot. So warm it heated her palm. She stared at it, fascinated, then touched the little bead of fluid with a fingertip and brought it to her mouth, licking it. It tasted salty and smooth, and she licked her lips. His cock jumped in her hand, giving her an unfamiliar feeling of power.

  On impulse, she leaned forward and licked the head then drew her tongue the length of it.

  “Better take it easy,” Scot said in a shaky voice. “I’m not sure how much control I have left.”

  “Oh! Am I doing it wrong?”

  His laugh had a touch of hysteria in it. “No, you’re doing it just right. I wanted you to touch it, feel it, taste it, so you’d know that it isn’t a man’s cock that hurts you but how he uses it.” He lifted her hands, leaned forward, and nudged her so she fell back on the bed. “My turn.”

  Oh god. Here it comes. Please don’t let me scream or push away.

  But he had other things in mind. He dropped to his knees between her legs, nudged her thighs apart and traced the line of her slit with the tip of a finger. She shivered at the feelings that consumed her, and deep inside her a pulse began to beat. He traced the wet flesh again and again before he spread the lips of her sex and helping himself to a taste.

  The feel of his tongue as it stroked her set her on fire and ignited a need unlike anything she’d ever known or expected to know. When he closed his lips over her sensitive clit, the throbbing inside her sex accelerated. And then he went to work on her, thrusting first one then two fingers inside her and setting up a steady rhythm. Her inner walls pulsed and flexed against his fingers, but then he closed his lips over her clit and sucked, hard, and she exploded. Her inner walls gripped the fingers inside her, spasming against them as tremors rocked her body.

  He rode her through the orgasm, licking and sucking and stroking, until the last tremor subsided. She felt so weak she wasn’t sure she could lift a hand, never mind move. Scot kissed his way up her belly, between her breasts and to her neck before reaching her lips. She could taste herself on his mouth. A sensation so erotic she could feel her hunger building in her body again, just that fast.

  Scot shifted her so she lay with her head on the pillow then went to the dresser and took something out of a shaving kit on top of it.

  “I’m always prepared.” He grinned, showing her the foil-wrapped condom. He climbed onto the bed, straddled her, and smiling down at her. “So far so good?”

  “So far very good.”

  “Let’s see how this goes, because I need to be inside you more than I need my next breath.”

  He unwrapped the condom, sheathed himself then lifted her legs, draping them over his thighs.

  “We’ll take this nice and easy. You tell me anytime you panic and need to stop, and I’ll do my best to accommodate you.”

  He didn’t know at this point she’d kill herself before she put a halt to this.

  She closed her eyes and tried not to grit her teeth as she waited for him to enter her. But instead she felt his mouth on her again, licking her hot core, drawing his tongue through her slit and tugging on her clit with his teeth.

  The same intense feelings of desire clawed their way up through her body again. She was so intent on the sensations rocketing through her that she almost missed it when he entered her, slowly, still stroking her clit, easing himself into her a little at a time. It took a moment before she realized he was fully seated in her, every bit of him. When she opened her eyes his mouth was curved in a hungry grin and desire flared hot and bright in his eyes.

  “Okay so far?” he asked.

  “Yes.” The answer came out on a whoosh of breath.

  “Okay, then. Here we go, nice and easy.”

  And that was what he did, taking his time so her body accepted him, rubbing her clit, easing in and out until her sex was so wet that the slide and glide was easy. Then he picked up the pace.

  “Ride with me, Jenna. Wrap your legs around me.”

  She did, locking her ankles at the small of his back, while he took her on a ride so sensuous it involved every part of her body
and blanked out her brain. She was aware of the orgasm building inside her again, higher and harder, and of Scot riding her with long, powerful strokes. And then, before she could even get ready for it, the climax burst over her, hot and hard. Her inner walls grabbed his throbbing cock, and her whole body shook.

  It seemed to go on forever, and she wondered if she’d survive. Then, suddenly, Scot slumped forward and the tremors eased, as did their breathing.

  “Look at me, Jenna.”

  She did, and was caught up by his warm smile and the emotion in his eyes.

  “I—had no idea,” she said. “All these years…”

  “Maybe you were just waiting for me,” he teased.

  But she thought, Maybe I was.

  He sprinkled kisses on her face and brushed them over her mouth before finally easing from her body.

  “Be right back.”

  When he returned, he had disposed of the condom, and he climbed into bed with her, spooning her against his body

  “No need for you to climb those stairs tonight,” he murmured in her ear.

  “I don’t think I have the energy, anyway.”

  He chuckled. “Good.”

  She was wondering what came next as she drifted off into the best sleep she’d had in years.

  Chapter 8

  Jenna had no idea what to expect when she woke up the next morning. Would they be back to business as usual? Would Scot regret what had happened? Should she act as if nothing had happened at all?

  But when she awoke and rolled over, she discovered him awake and watching her with a smile on his face.

  “Think we chased some demons last night?” He traced a line across her forehead and down over her nose.

  “Yes.” She wet her lips. “Thank you.”

  “Hey. I didn’t do it for gratitude. I did it because I wanted to. Because I’ve wanted to feel this way about someone since I left the SEALs, and it didn’t happen until you. I was just afraid you weren’t going to be able to get past that terrible trauma.” He brushed a kiss over her lips. “This may be quick, but it’s more than a roll in the hay to me. Please believe that. I want to see where this goes. How about you?”

  Relief washed through her. “Yes. Me, too.”

  “Good. Then let’s clean up this mess so we can get on with our lives. I’ve got some ideas I want to run past Hank. By the time you’re dressed, I should have a good outline of what I want to do.” The look he gave her was filled with so much emotion and strength. “And don’t forget, I’m still your bodyguard. This just makes it that much more imperative that I keep you safe.”

  He insisted they shower together, where he made delicious love to her. If anyone had told her when she first met Scot Nolan that he would be like this she’d have told them they were crazy. But then she remembered something a friend had told her. “When you meet the right person, there’s no timeline, and everything is different.”

  After he was finished she took a long time washing her hair and rubbing lotion into her body before she dressed. Scot headed into the kitchen to make breakfast. He was just disconnecting a call on his cell when she wandered into the kitchen.

  He pulled her close for a moment and gave her a brief kiss.

  “Mmm. You smell delicious.”

  She grinned. “That was the idea. Who were you on the phone with?”

  “Hank. I wanted to run something past him and maybe get his help. Let’s sit down, and I’ll tell you.” He served up two plates of bacon and eggs and filled two mugs with coffee.

  Jenna stared at them. “Wow! I might have to keep you around.”

  He gave her one of his hot looks. “You just might.”

  “Okay, so give with the details.”

  “Here’s the thing.” He took a swallow of coffee. “We could be here for weeks talking to people and trying to shake something loose, and truthfully, I wouldn’t mind that at all. But I think it’s time to bring this to a head. Those women are still terrified, and people are scared for their teenagers.”

  “So, what do you propose?“

  “We need to force someone’s hand, and the most likely person is the sheriff. I’m sure he’s covering for whoever this is and will keep doing this until the guy is too old to do this anymore.”

  She nodded. “I agree.”

  “I don’t like the idea of using you as bait, but I’ll have you well protected. Hank wasn’t all that happy about it, but he agreed we need to make something happen. He’s sending a couple more agents to help me.”

  Jenna frowned. “Help you with what?”

  “We’re going to stir the waters a little. Becca said she’d set up appointments for you to talk to some of the other women, and to those who are older now but wow were raped as teenagers. Let’s call her to set them up today and tomorrow.”

  “Okay, but how does that move things along?”

  “You’re going to tell Sheriff Bartell what you are doing and ask him if he wants you to pass along to him anything you learn.”

  Jenna’s eyebrows flew up. “Are you kidding?”

  “Not in the least. Tell him you’re also planning to take pictures of a couple of the places where the bodies were found. Becca and the others were pretty specific about the locations last night. Tell him which two you’re going to, and that you just wanted to inform him in case anyone noticed what you were doing.”

  “And if he gives me a hard time?”

  “He can try all he wants, but you are free to interview people for a story. You can even hint to him that you might pick up a clue or two, if he’s interested.”

  She took a sip of her coffee then set the mug down. And where will you and Hank’s men be all this time, my personal bodyguard?”

  “I’m going to be driving you to your appointments. Hank’s men will be stationed at both murder sites.” He paused. “The tricky part is separating us so you go out there alone.”

  “Wait, wait, wait.” Her stomach did a flip-flop. “I don’t think I can buy into that. I’m finally agreeing with everyone that I need this kind of protection.”

  “We came up with a plan that we think will work. When you call Bartell, ask him if those two places are hard to find, because I’m not able to go with you and you don’t want to get lost.”

  Jenna frowned. “You think he’ll buy it? He’ll probably tell me to just say away from those places. They are crime scenes. Of course, I can point out to him the crimes were a long time ago and I’m free to take any pictures I want.”

  “I’m sure he will, but you’ll tell him you are going anyway.”

  “And where will you be, my faithful protector.”

  He grinned. “Under a blanket in the back of your SUV. You don’t think I’m letting you go five feet without me, do you?”

  Some of the tension eased from her. “Good.”

  He reached for one of her hands, a serious expression on his face. “Jenna, when I left the SEALs, I was ready to find someone and build a life with them. But that was two years ago, and I’d begun to think it wasn’t going to happen. That I wasn’t able to make a connection with someone like I wanted to.”

  “I hear a but in there.”

  “But then I met you, and it didn’t take long for me to feel the connection I wanted. I don’t know if you—”

  She reached over and pressed her fingers against his lips. “I didn’t think I’d ever be able to have a relationship. That rape kept me traumatized all these years. And then you came into my life, and, well, now I’m really hopeful.”

  “After this is over, can you take some time so we can really see where this is going?”

  “I can and I will. I feel as if my life has been on hold for as very long time and someone just pressed my Go button.”

  Scot’s smile curled her toes. “I’m happy to push your buttons anytime at all.”

  She blew out a breath. “Then let’s get this done.”

  Becca was more than happy to set up the appointments for her.

  “They will be thr
illed to talk to you,” she assured Jenna. “I’ll call you back as soon as it’s all confirmed.”

  Sheriff Bartell wasn’t quite as happy about it. His reaction was just as Scot predicted—irritated, aggravated, and pissed off.

  “I told you before, you need to not stick your nose in this. These people have been through enough.”

  “But don’t you think they deserve answers?” she persisted.

  “They’ll get answers when I find them,” he snapped.

  He was even more angry when she told him about the pictures she planned to take.

  “Those spots are crime scenes. Stay the hell away from them.”

  “They aren’t recent crime scenes,” she pointed out. “And I’m sure other people have traipsed through them.”

  “I don’t need reporters screwing around with my people and my county. I’ll handle the cases. You should go back where you came from. Stay the fuck out of my county.”

  The phone slammed in her ear.

  “Well.” She looked at Scot. “That’s one unhappy camper.”

  “If he had nothing to do with this, I’d think he’d be glad of any help at all.”

  “Makes you wonder, right? Well, let me get my tablet and notebook, and we can get going.” She shivered. “I’d like to get this over with as soon as possible. Like I said that first night, I didn’t realize how much being back here would depress me.”

  He leaned over and brushed a kiss over her lips. “I’ll do my best to help you get rid of that feeling. Come on, now. Let’s get going.”

  The interviews went well, all things considered, even as emotional as they were. Ruth Hartwig broke down and cried and had trouble pulling herself together. She said her daughter was still seeing a therapist. Two other women had the same reaction, but then the last two Jenna met with were more angry than depressed and said they’d do whatever it took to help her find answers.

  “It’s depressing how many lives this selfish, arrogant man has ruined,” she told Scot. “Just for his own selfish reasons.”

  “I could kill him and not lose a moment’s sleep over it,” he said. “Hopefully Bartell will have passed the word along about your interviews and visits to the sites. You ready?”