by MK Moore
“Thank you Withers. I know my father had already made his arrangements. Where do we begin? Have you spoken to Crystal?”
“I have. She is inside, getting up to speed.”
“Excellent. I am ready to begin.”
“Are you sure, Ma’am? You can take a day.”
“Withers, I appreciate the option. However, I am ready to do what needs to be done.”
“You are the boss.” He says smiling.
“That’s right.” I said smiling, while I am opening the office door. Stopping for a moment as I enter, I must take a minute to compose myself because the room smells like my father. Cigars and leather. My mind is flooded with memories of coloring on the floor, while he conducted state business.
“Ma’am?” She says as she is pulling me into a hug. It is the most familiar we’ve been with each other.
“Yes, Crystal. How are you?” I am stunned, but I hug her back, without crying. Not with Withers there.
“I am well. Can I get you anything?” She asks, stepping out of the embrace.
“No, I am fine. What was on his agenda? I need to know everything he had scheduled.”
“Well, not a lot actually. He was about to go on vacation while parliament was out.”
“Oh. Well. Ok then.” I say as I am feeling a little lost and I hate it. Having things on the calendar would have been easier, I think.
“Let’s talk inauguration.”
“Oh God. Do we have to?” I say.
“Of course, Ma’am. Propriety dictates we wait until after your father’s funeral, which is in three days from now.” Crystal says.
“That sounds good. Whatever you think is best. I am not one for parties.”
“We know. We can and will do the bare minimum.”
“Perfect. If he had nothing going on, you may go Withers. Crystal and I will take it from here.” I am not sure I know exactly how this works.
“Thank you, Ma’am. Please let me know if you need anything in the future. I will be at my country estate in SoNo.”
“Enjoy your retirement, Withers. Thank you for being a confidant to my father for so many years. I know that he greatly valued your friendship.” I say with as much sincerity I can put in my voice without it breaking.
“Goodbye Ma’am. Crystal.” With a slight bow, he walks out of the office.
After he leaves, Crystal tidies up my new desk.
“Ok, Ma’am. I’ve organized everything into piles for you to go through at your leisure.”
“Please call me Trista.” I say.
“Ma’am. I couldn’t. It just isn’t done. What if someone heard me?”
“Crystal. Please. I need a friend right now.” I try not to put too much begging into my voice.
“Oh Trista. I thought we were already friends, but I can be whatever you need me to be.” She pauses before blushing at what she said. I burst out laughing and she is giggling too.
“Well, I think I am okay for hookers for right now.” I am laughing so much, tears are streaming down my face.
“I’ll let you get settled. If you need me, I’ll be in my office.” She says, heading for the door.
“Thanks, Crystal. Can you send for some tea?”
“Of course. Two sugars and a little cream?” She asks.
“Yes. Thank you.” I say.
When she leaves, it is the first time I have been alone since I got the news yesterday. I need to take several deep breaths to compose myself. My tea arrives and is long cold before I sit down in my father’s huge leather chair. Running my fingers over the edge of the desk, I must have accidently pushed the button I felt on the underside of the desk. Gavin bursts through the door with his gun drawn. I jump up from the chair and try to determine if he is going to shoot me.
“What the hell Gavin? You scared the shit out of me.” I yell.
“You hit your panic button.” He says calmly as he holsters his weapon. Why is that so hot? This is the first time I’ve seen him without a suit coat on. His shirt sleeves are rolled up and his arms are full of tattoos.
I had no idea I could find them hot. On his right forearm there is a quote. Regret is only the beginning. There is also, what appears to be numbers or something in a smaller font; but I can’t make it out from where I am. I stare at him, taking forever before I can say anything.
“Ma’am?” He questions, with a hint of laughter. “Peaches are safe.” He says after touching his ear. Ugh. What a charming code name.
“I have a panic button?” I finally ask, my gaze reaching his eyes. Why didn’t I know about this?
“You have several all over the castle. Withers didn’t tell you?”
“Uh, no. Don’t you think I would have been more careful if I had known?” God, who is this snarky bitch I am becoming?
“Would you like me to show them to you?” Can I really be around him right now? My lips are still tingling from that disaster of a kiss.
“I think that would be best. I prefer not to get scared to death every time I accidently touch one.” I say as I am trying to be a grown up, which should be easy since this is day one of running a country.
He takes me through the palace and points out where each one is located. The buttons are hidden in the weirdest places, but honestly, I feel a bit safer knowing they are there.
At the end of the tour, I head to my room only to discover it isn’t my room any longer. There is absolutely nothing in there. All my things are gone.
I stop the footman, who is helping a maid carry clean linen.
“Edmund, can you send the butler up here?”
“Absolutely, Ma’am.”
Ma’am is getting old fast. It’s making me feel old and right now that is not a feeling I am liking. I wait patiently for Mason to join me in my residence. He appears from out of nowhere.
“Ma’am. How can I help?” He asks.
“Where is my stuff? My bed, clothes, books... and uh… personal items?”
“Oh, we moved everything to the master suite. If it makes you feel better, the only thing we opened was the closet and carried the clothes down the hall.”
“Gee thanks, Mason.” He is young, maybe thirty. I suppose he is handsome, but he isn’t at all my type.
“Ma’am. Crystal… I mean Miss Jones and I oversaw the whole process.” Interesting.
“Ok. Thank you, Mason. I am going to have a lie down.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” He bows slightly. I really don’t like that.
I enter the master suite, and everything looks the same as my childhood bedroom, except now it has been painted a light peach color. It is my favorite color, but I do not understand how anyone knows that. I have never shared the information with anyone. My nails are always this color. Someone has noticed this little detail. I kick off my heels, pull my clothes off, and climb into bed. It’s my one guilty pleasure. Sleeping naked makes me feel like a bad girl for a little while each day. I snuggle down and close my eyes.
Chapter Four
Gavin
There is something my mentors taught me when I first started protecting the President. At night, once our package is sleeping, we sneak into their room and sleep on the floor. It is an extreme safety measure.
At first, I thought it was the creepiest thing I had ever heard of. At least I never had to worry about walking in on something. My president was single when I got here, but I have heard some of the stories.
Normally, I start the evening out in my bed. It is a few doors down from the master suite. Around eleven, I would end up on the floor in the President’s room. That is how I am here now. Trista is snoring softly, but she looks so cute. She is completely covered by the blankets, which there are at least three.
I smile at her quirkiness and grab my sleeping bag out from under the bed. I had Mason stash under her bed after the former President’s bed was dismantled for storage. Wearing only flannel pajama pants, because my room is warmer than this one. I never thought or needed to put my shirt back on. It is fortunate I can fall as
leep quickly.
Sometime in the night, the light flickers on and my eyes open instantly, checking for any danger. At that moment I know I am about to be caught. When she steps out of the bed and crosses the room to the bathroom; I suck in my breath because I realize what I am seeing. She is naked. Her smooth skin glows in the pale light from the bedside table.
When she returns from the bathroom, I know what is coming before it even happens. She trips and lands on me with an oomph. My hands automatically go to her waist. It takes a minute for her to notice I am the one on the floor, under her. The scent of peaches is all around her and I’ve often wondered if it is a perfume or a body wash.
“Gavin? What are you doing here? In my room?” She asks, shocked.
“This is what I do.” I say.
“You sleep in all the ladies’ rooms or just mine?” She says with a just a hint of anger. Almost as if she is jealous or something. The simple statement gives me hope for something that can never happen.
“Just yours. As much as I am enjoying the view, you do know you are naked right?” I chuckle.
“Oh fuck. I knew that.” She makes no effort to move. “Why do you sleep on the floor?”
“To protect you.” I say sitting up and making sure she remains in my lap.
“Did you do this for my dad?”
“Yes. He never knew and that is the way it is supposed to be.”
“Were you in here when he died?”
“No. I usually came in around eleven and did a bed check. Last night he wasn’t breathing.” I am choking up a little. “It must have been hard for you. Finding him like that.” She says, rubbing my back.
My heart constricts. This woman just lost her father and she is worried about how I am taking it. I fucking love this woman.
“Don’t worry about me, Peaches. I should be worried about you.”
“Where you close with him?” She ignores my comment.
“Yes. Very. He talked about you constantly.” I say. Tristan was more than a president. When you spend every waking moment with someone for seven years, you can’t help loving them. No matter what form that comes in, he was my friend and I loved him.
“He did?” She asks. Her eyes are pools of blue green. They remind me of the ocean.
“Yes. He loved you. I could tell.” She nods, with unshed tears in her eyes.
“Gavin, I don’t want you sleeping in here anymore. What happens when I get married? It would be awkward.”
“Are you getting married, Peaches?” Over my dead body, I think.
“I mean, eventually. No prospects for now, but I am sure they will come out of the woodwork once I am inaugurated. It is the last thing I want though.” She wiggles her tiny body on me, and my cock reacts. She gasps as soon as she feels it. She pauses for a minute, then continues with,
“I think it would be best if you if sleep with me until I get married. The floor has to be murder on your back.” Her marrying someone else is out of the fucking question. My chest tightens in response to the jealousy I feel toward an unknown man.
“That doesn’t seem like a good idea and if you keep talking about marrying some other man, I am going to tie you up and never let you leave.” I say huskily. I am not sure where my self-control is right now.
“I am not opposed to that.” She says, and I groan.
“That probably isn’t a good idea.” I say, but at this point I know I don’t mean it.
“You are a tease, Gavin Williams.” She laughs and so do I. I lean forward and kiss her. Once our lips connect, a shudder runs through me. I feel as if electricity is flowing through my veins. My hands caress her back and she moves closer to me. I do the only thing possible at this point, by getting up with her in my arms and moving to the bed. Her petite body fits me so perfectly.
“Gavin, are you going to fuck me now?” She asks. She has a sexy blush covering her skin.
“No, my queen. I am going to make love to you.”
“I am not a queen.” She says, pushing at my chest, playfully.
“Maybe not, but you are mine. Mine to worship. Tell me you are mine.” I demand.
“I am yours. Only yours. There has never been anyone else.”
She can’t be saying what I think she is. Is she?
“Are you a virgin?” My cock is so fucking hard right now, I could drive railroad spikes into the ground.
“Yes. I saved myself for my husband.” She says smiling sweetly.
No fucking way.
“You want to be my wife?” I ask with my voice sounding gritty. She is way to highborn for the likes of me, but in this moment, this second, I believe she can be mine.
“Yes. That’s crazy right? We barely know one another, but I cannot help how I feel. Lightning is coursing through my veins when you touch me.”
“Not crazy, Wife.” I manage to respond.
I dip my index finger into her pussy.
Her sexy moan is the end of me. This woman is mine.
After a few minutes of fingering her, her release is evident as it coats my hand. I look into her eyes as she groans when I pull my finger from her, then as I put that finger into my mouth. Her body surges upward and she puts her arms around my neck to kiss me. I know when her lips touch mine, she can taste herself. She is bucking her little body at me, seeking something that only I will give her.
“Gav. Please.” She says as she slides my pants down my waist and legs. My cock springs free and bounces off my abs. “Sweet Jesus. This is going to hurt so good, isn’t it?”
“Yeah Tris, baby. I will take care of you.” Just as I am about to lay her back down, she surprises me by gripping my cock.
Chapter Five
Trista
His sharp intake of breath startles me. I have no idea what I am doing, but I don’t really want to voice it. I’ve seen porn though, so I shift my body and take him into my mouth. His hot, steely hardness has me gasping for breath as I suck him in. His hands find my hair and he pulls me off his cock. The trail of precum and spit that connects us is obscene as hell, but I love it.
“Baby, the first time I come with you, it won’t be in your mouth.” He says in a voice with a hard edged. That makes me smile. Damn. He is so swoony.
He kicks his pants off the rest of the way. His strong chest is suddenly above me. He kisses my neck and trails down to my right nipple. It pebbles instantly. He uses his hand to do the same to the left, while he continues down my body with his mouth. When his tongue meets my clit, I arch off the bed. He puts his hand on my chest to gently push me back down.
He ventures down to my pussy opening and laves at it. I could curl up and die on the spot. The sensation is unlike any I’ve ever felt. I’ve tried to use my own fingers to make myself cum before, but it was too frustrating, and I’d give up. I am glad that my first orgasm will belong to him. All my firsts will. I can feel the pressure rising from my toes as I give into the orgasm.
“GAVIN! Fuck, that was amazing,” I cry out.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He says as he comes up and kisses me. He wraps my legs around his waist, so they are loose.
“Are you ready for me Trista?” He asks as he positions his cock at my entrance.
“I am taking you bare, claiming you as my own. I haven’t been with anyone in years. You are the only person I’ve thought about.” I just nod, and he surges forward in one thrust. The pain is minimal, thankfully.
“Ah fuck. Your cherry is mine, Tris. I have thought about this so many times over the last seven years. Every. Single. Time, I took myself in hand, it was always you.” My legs tighten around his hips as he thrusts his cock in and out of me, without mercy. I know I am making some, kind of noise, but I am beyond words and I have no time to revel in that realization as I am already coming again.
“Fuck baby. This little pussy is sucking my cock dry. You want my seed? You want me to breed you?” He asks me.
Oh. My. Fuck. I hope he doesn’t expect an actual answer because his words are my complete un
doing. I never knew the word “breed” was so hot. It causes such a visceral reaction from me. It’s such a basic human directive. I go crazy.
Pistoning my hips in order, to meet each of his rough thrusts. His hands are gripping my hips; hard enough that I know his fingers will be on me even after we are done. My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I pull him down to kiss him. His lips take mine in a way that mimics the way he is loving me. Hard, harsh, and yet somehow sensual. I am feeling well worshipped. I hope that is answer enough for him.
“Trista!” He shouts as he finally fills me, and I can feel the hot baby batter splash my walls, causing me to involuntarily constrict around his cock. My body knows to keep it all in. Basic. Human. Directive.
When he slides out of me, I look down. Our combined release and my virgin blood on his cock makes me smile. I am his and I wonder if it will always be this filthy. This right. He kisses me again and rolls off me, while he pulls me to his chest and closes his eyes. I cannot stop staring at him as my fingers trace his abs and then his pecs. His tattoos.
When I get to the one on his forearm, I look at it more closely. The numbers are more visible this close, but they aren’t numbers at all. My name is plain as day. Trista Irene.
“What does this mean?” I say as I halt my tracing over the tattoo.
“It represents the day I made the worst mistake of my life. Leaving you in Rhode Island was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. However, I know I could not adequately protect you feeling like I did. Do. I did the only thing I could think of. Carmen was supposed to fill you in on this. I am guessing she didn’t.”
“No. She told me you didn’t want to protect me. I’ve been so worried you would quit or something. I don’t want you to be forced to protect me.”
“Oh, Trista. There is no one else I’d let protect you. Not anymore. I’ve claimed you.”
“Yeah? I thought that was just talk.” I question him slightly.
“I am a man that doesn’t play games. You are mine. Don’t forget that. Now sleep.” He says as he pulls all my blankets over us.
