by Alexa Riley
“Okay. But I’m by your side the whole time.”
I slide my hands up his chest and lock my arms around his neck. “Like a date.”
He pulls me into him, his hardness digging into my stomach. He lifts me a little so my feet dangle off the floor. “You belong to me.” He repeats the same words from earlier, and my breath hitches. I really like the sound of that.
I smile, and this time I kiss him, wrapping my legs around him. It’s another thirty minutes before I finally get dressed.
Chapter Eight
Jax
I look over the pictures that were sent to me while Mila gets ready for the event tonight. She told me the event is semi-casual. She picked out something for me to wear from my luggage. A pair of black pants and a black button-up shirt seem to work for her and I still feel comfortable. I pair them with a sport coat to hide my weapon at my back.
She had not questioned me when I told her we were switching hotels. All she was focused on was me. She wouldn't stop touching me during the car ride to the new hotel. It was if she had a fascination with me or thought I might disappear. That will never fucking happen. My cock has only recently gone down and I’m looking at the reason right now.
The paparazzi pictures that were sent over to me show her on dates I’d rather not see. I brushed the surface of this when I first took her on, but now I’m really digging and having to see picture after picture of her on dates with other men. One, Kale Cane, was a regular dinner companion. The gossip magazines and blogs swear they are in a relationship and that they’re trying to keep a low profile. It’s a name I saw on the guest list for the event tonight.
I take in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I know Mila said it was important for her to go to this event. I gave in. I hope that I can get her to cancel a few others she has planned over the next few weeks. I’m too on edge and want her back at my home where I know I can keep her safe. If anyone so much as steps onto my land, I know about it. I know I can let go a little more then and be more relaxed around her. It would give us time to get to know each other so maybe I could talk her into staying, or at least being with me. Get my ring on her finger. She might not want to give up modeling, but I want to make sure we’re locked together forever. If this is something she wants to keep doing, then she will not only have a husband, she’ll also have a full-time bodyguard.
I stand when the door to the bedroom opens. She steps out, her hands clasped in front of her, almost looking unsure. “You look stunning,” I tell her. I clear the distance between us. The sparkling silver dress might be a little short for my liking in public, but the unsure look she gives me has me stuffing those words back down my throat. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I lean down and kiss her deeply, sinking my hands into her hair. Her sweet taste touches my lips and I reluctantly pull back before it goes too far and I ruin another dress today.
“Thank you.” She runs her hands up my chest. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” I know she could be with a better-looking guy, and I’m not vain, so I don’t give a shit about the scar on my face. I don’t regret the scar either. I wouldn’t change a thing about my decision years ago that got me it. It was worth it. But I know others don’t feel the same, and pictures will be taken tonight and she’ll be in my grip every moment.
Her eyes go soft, and those thick eyelashes of hers wave at me. “You know I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” she says quietly, her shyness peeking out.
“Pretty girl.” Her name comes out gruffly.
“It’s true. You remind me of a warrior. My warrior.” I can’t stop the growl that comes from me as my mouth takes hers once again. I lift her. She wraps her legs around me as I pin her to the wall. She pulls her swollen lips from mine. “Please, I wanna taste you this time.”
She lets her hands and feet drop. My breathing grows heavy when I release my tight hold on her. She slides her body down mine, landing on her knees. Her hands shake a little as she reaches for my belt, and I don’t stop her. I only watch, not quite believing this is happening. Fuck, I never thought I’d be so lucky, but here she is on her knees in front of me. I fist my hands at my sides to keep from rushing her. I want those thick lips wrapped around my cock.
My belt comes undone. Next, the button of my slacks, followed by my zipper. “Reach in. Take me out,” I tell her. I don’t recognize my own voice, and I take another deep breath, praying for some level of control.
She licks her lips as she does as I tell her. When she touches my cock she gasps, her lips parting as she pulls him out. Her eyes widen when she gets her first real look, probably wondering how it will ever fit inside of her. But it will. I don’t care how long it takes me to get her ready. One day my cock will be filling her tight cunt, taking what I give her until I release deep inside of her.
The head of my cock looks angry and wants inside of her. Cum drips from the tip. I grunt when she licks those full lips of hers. “Get it,” I tell her. She looks up at me as she leans forward. Her pink little tongue slips out, catching the drop of cum, and my body goes solid. I will myself not to cum yet. Not until she’s wrapped those lips fully around me.
“Pull your dress down. I want to see those little pink nipples,” I tell her. Like always, she does what I tell her. I don’t know what turns me on more, when she does as I command or the sight of her on her knees in front of me. She pulls it down and her full tits slip free.
“Go on. Take me in your mouth.”
She reaches out and wraps her hand around my cock. “I’ve never done this before,” she admits. I swear all the air is sucked out of the room at her confusion.
“Good. I barely like the idea of you on your knees for me, let alone for someone else,” I tell her. “I promise. Anything you do will be more than I deserve,” I add, trying to reassure her, push some of that shyness back. She gives me a small smile. That dimple peeks out as she leans forward, taking another lick of me.
I dig my hand into her hair, guiding her as she wraps her mouth around my cock. I growl when her heat surrounds me. Her lips stretch wide to get all of me into her mouth. My balls draw up tight already. I want to cum, but I want her to cum, too. “Touch yourself. Pull those panties aside and touch your pussy,” I grit out between my teeth. She does.
I see the wet spot on her panties before she slides them to the side, her fingers going to her clit. She rubs small circles over her nub, and I grip her hair a little harder and pump in and out of her mouth. She moans around my cock, her eyes falling closed.
“Eyes. I want them.” They open, locking with mine. I pump my hips faster. She sucks her cheeks and they hollow out. Our pants and moans fill the room. Her mouth suddenly pulls off my cock as she screams, her orgasm taking her over. I grip my hand around the one she has on my cock, squeezing harder. I give two pumps and I start to cum, hitting her chin, neck and chest.
Cum drips down her body, making my hips jerk, and some squirts and hits her tits. I stare down at her. She’s leaning back against the wall with her legs spread. She looks fucking beautiful marked by me. I drop to my knees in front of her and pull her to me as I kiss her deep, showing her how thankful I am for what she just gave me.
I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom, sitting her down on the bathroom sink. I stuff my still-hard cock into my pants then right her panties. I then rub the cum still marking her tits into her skin before grabbing a cloth and wiping it off her chin.
I go to wash my hands, but she grabs my wrist. I freeze as she brings my hand to her mouth and sucks my fingers into her mouth. I groan knowing she’s tasting me, feeling more animal than man right now. Not only did I mark her beautiful body, but now she is getting a taste of me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I tell her, resting my forehead on hers.
“I want more,” she pouts. “I want it all.” She strokes my cock through my pants, and her eyes look greedy. Fuck, do I want to give her all of me right now, but I know this event means a lot to her. She tol
“I promise I’ll give you everything, but right now we have somewhere to be. I know it’s important to you,” I remind her. Her eyes light up just like they did when she told me about the charity on the way back to the hotel today.
I lift her dress and cover her tits back up. She turns and looks over her shoulder in the mirror at herself before her eyes come to mine. “I look well loved.” Her hands go to her hair, and our eyes lock in the mirror.
“You are.”
Chapter Nine
Mila
I play with the end of my dress, feeling a little shy as I think about all the things we did. I had his cock in my mouth. I touched myself until I came, right in front of him. I still have traces of his cum on my breasts under the dress. I can smell him. I peek over at him. His face is unreadable, but he has a possessive arm around me.
“There are going to be a lot of pictures,” I tell Jax, wondering how he’s going to react to that. I’ve been doing this a long time and I’m still not used to all the cameras at times. It can be a lot to take in.
“Where you go I go.” He strokes his thumb over my bare arm.
“Good.” I lay my head on his shoulder. “We don’t have to stay long. Just enough for them to get some pictures. Press is always good for things like this.”
“You care a lot about this.”
I nod and smile. “I’ve always loved dogs. I could never have one because I travel so much, but this is something I can be a part of. It makes me feel like I’m making a little bit of a difference in the world and that I’m not just a pretty face,” I admit.
“You’re more than a pretty face. I knew that the moment you walked into that dressing room. I could feel it. See it. It’s in your eyes. Others see it, too. It floats around you. I can feel it in the air.”
I turn to look at him, my eyes filling with tears. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
His other hand comes up to stroke my cheek. “Do you not want to do this anymore?” His eyes roam over my face and I know he’s trying to get a read on me. He’s good at reading people, I’ve noticed. His eyes take everything in. I’m pretty sure he’s aware of every breath I take.
“It’s all I know.” I drop back in my seat. What else would I do? I didn’t go to college. I got my GED online.
“You’re young. You can do anything.” He keeps stroking my arm, and I wonder what I would have done if I’d never been a model. How different my life would have been. Where I might be right now. When I peek back over at Jax, I know I’m happy this is the path I took in life. It brought me to this man. He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever meet before. But he’s right. I don’t have to do this anymore. Heck, I could retire if I wanted and do something else, though my mom might fly off the handle at that idea. I can still hear her words: “Mila, you only have a few more good years before you aren’t so pretty anymore.”
“Did you always want to be a bodyguard?” I ask, realizing how little I actually know about him. It feels like I’ve known him so much longer than I have.
“I don’t normally do this. A friend called in a favor.”
“Really?” I ask. He seems like a natural. “What do you do then?”
“I used to be a federal agent,” he admits, shrugging like it’s no big deal.
“That how you got this?” I reach up and touch the scar on his face.
“Yeah, I traded myself for a hostage.” He grabs my hand and kisses my palm. “Things got messy, but everyone lived. Well, everyone that mattered did.” His words hang in the air.
“You killed them? The bad guys?”
He nods.
“So, you’re a real life hero?” I smile. I’m not shocked by this. He’s such a caring man. It’s easy to see with the way he treats me, but he’s also deadly. That’s clear to see, too.
“Just yours now,” he teases me, making me smile.
“What do you do now if you’re not an agent, besides guarding me?”
“I still consult for the FBI from time to time. Mainly I work on my home. I’ve spent the last few years building it. Plus, I live on a lot of land and like to tend to it myself.”
“Where?”
“Colorado.”
“God, I’ve always wanted to go there. It looks so pretty.” I’ve been a lot of places in my life, but that isn't one of them and I’ve always wanted to go but felt weird traveling anywhere alone.
“You will.” He kisses my shoulder than under my ear. “Soon.”
I reach over and place my hand on his thigh. I want that so badly, to see the home that he built with his own hands. This man really is a warrior.
“They are going to go digging into your life,” I tell him. I feel protective of him even though I know he can take care of himself. Still, I don’t want anyone hurting him.
“Let them dig.” He kisses me again. “No secrets here.”
“No scandalous past lovers?” My gut clenches the second I realize what I blurted out.
“Not a one,” he says easily.
“Really?” My heart flutters.
“Dated when I was younger, but being an agent is a demanding job. Then I quit. Many might call me a shut-in now. I don’t leave my land much.”
“Cara?” I whisper and glance towards the front of the car where she’s sitting. We’re in the back of the limo, with Rye driving, but the partition is down. I don’t think they can hear me, but I’m not sure.
He chuckles. “She’s like a sister to me. She’s Sam’s sister; he’s my best friend. We all grew up together in Colorado. He sent her out here because he knew I’d work well with her and trust her.” Relief fills me. They never flirt or anything, but they talk and whisper and it makes me jealous. I know they’re probably talking about the stalker stuff, but I still wonder. He never even batted an eyelash at the other models that were on the set today, and I knew they tried to get his attention, said things about how hot he was, that they might try and hire him next. He actually looked annoyed with them.
“I’m sorry, I just…” I shrug.
“Jealous? Yeah, me too.” His arm around me tightens. I notice he does that a lot. I’m pretty sure it’s to reassure him. It does me, too. I love that he can’t get close enough to me. “Promise you have nothing to be jealous of. You own me.”
My heart flutters. Before I can respond, the limo comes to a stop, and Cara jumps out, coming to open the door. Jax starts to step out, but I grab his hand and draw his attention back to me.
“You own me, too.”
Chapter Ten
Jax
I take Mila’s hand, pulling her from the limo when all I want to do is slam the door and take her home after what she said to me. My heart is pounding and I’m not sure if it’s because of her admission or that fact that everyone is looking at us. Cameras are flashing and people are screaming her name. My protective instincts go into overdrive as I pull her into me and look around for any threats, knowing Cara and Rye are doing the same.
Mila wraps her own arm around my waist. She stills for a moment and I know she felt my gun but doesn't say anything. We walk, locked together, down a red carpet. “We have to pose.” She nods to where I see others stopping in front of a screen to pose. “I hate it, but the dress and shoes I’m wearing tonight are by a designer who donated a ton of money for the charity for me to show them off.” She keeps a smile pasted on her face the whole time as she talks. I can tell it’s not a real one. She’s doing it for the cameras that are still taking pictures of us.
“I’ll go anywhere you lead,” I tell her. I watch the forced smile become a real one.
“Who’s the guy, Mila?” someone yells.
“Does Kale know you brought a date?” another reporter yells.
I force down a growl at the mention of the prick Kale. I don’t know if he’s a prick, but the pictures and some of the things I’ve read about him make me think he is. We step up to the screen and pause to let the photographers get their shots.
“He’s my boyfriend,” Mila calls back before pulling me down and kissing me in front of everyone. I deepen the kiss for a moment. I can never get enough of her and I always want more. Catcalls ring out. More questions rain down on us as we stand there and take pictures. I hold her close. She doesn't answer any more questions but stops to say a few words about the charity before we move along and into the building.
“Sorry.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “I know we haven't talked and I kinda blurted out you’re my boyfriend to the world—”
I cut her off, pulling her body flush to mine and looking down at her. “I’m more than your boyfriend,” I tell her. I don’t think I’ve been called a boy since I was twelve. Even then I was pretty big.
“Let’s go mingle for a little so we can head out.” I like that idea. Hopefully she likes mine, too, when she figures out where we’ll be heading out to later. When she told me she wanted to go to Colorado it made me think I had an even better chance of her not losing her shit when she finds out my plans when we leave here.
I keep her close as we roam around and she makes small talk with people, never staying long to really talk to any one person. I pick up an hors d’oeuvre—a fried cheese ball—from a passing waiter and pop it in her mouth. “I noticed you didn’t hang out with a lot of the models today.”
“I never really have. They think I’m snotty,” she sighs.
“That’s bullshit.” I haven't seen her do one snotty thing. She’s one of the most polite people I’ve ever met. I’ve seen it for myself. She’s sweet to everyone.
“It’s because I don’t go out like they do, do the things they do.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“Must be lonely,” I say. I know the feeling. I love my home, but it does get quiet out there all alone.
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