Unexpected Protector (Isthmus Alliance)

by Sloan Johnson

  “You’re right,” Tommy agrees, his eyes burning straight through me. “The question is, will you allow things to change for the better? I know you expect the worst, but this time, I’m begging you to allow yourself to prepare for the best.”

  When it was the thought of a night of hot sex, I could deal with it. But now, Tommy’s bringing emotions into it and that terrifies me. I don’t do well with that, mostly because every time I’ve opened up to anyone, I’ve wound up being the one hurt. But I can trust Tommy to look out for me. It’s crazy, but I know that without a doubt.

  “Okay,” I sigh uneasily. “I’ll try, but you have to be patient with me.”

  Tommy’s arms slide around my waist, holding me firmly from across the seats. I feel closer to him in this moment than I’ve felt to anyone. Ever.

  “I will always have patience with you,” he assures me. “I can’t count the number of times I’ve told you that you’re worth it. I’m just glad to hear that you’re finally starting to see it.”

  Leaning in, he places a tender kiss on my forehead before releasing me. The Jeep has finally warmed up enough that we can make our way home.

  My heart races faster with every mile that passes. Why does he have to live so far away from the diner? It would be torture on a clear night but tonight, with the icy roads, I’m fairly certain the drive is going to kill me. The cause of death listed will be spontaneous combustion caused by off-the-chart sexual chemistry, not a highway accident caused by weather conditions.

  When Tommy pulls into the driveway, he jumps out of the Jeep and runs around the front to open my door for me. The sexual tension eases momentarily as I watch him grip for the hood as he slips on the wet snow and falls to the ground. Just as I reach for the door handle to make sure he’s okay, I see his fingers over the edge of the hood, pulling himself upright.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, trying to hold in the laughter until I know he’s not hurt.

  “Yeah,” he grumbles, brushing the snow from his jeans. “Gonna hurt like hell in the morning, but I’m hoping that maybe I’ll have someone here to kiss it all better.”

  I boldly reach down, rubbing his thigh before gently massaging the tight globe of his ass. There are so many things I could do for this hard, sculpted body, all of them better without the barrier of clothes.

  “Mmmm, feels good,” Tommy sighs. He pulls me closer to him and I feel the bulge growing behind his zipper. I’ve dreamed of a moment like this, but never thought it would happen. Especially not with someone as beautiful and clean-cut as Tommy Reed. “Let’s go inside.”

  Although it was his suggestion, he makes no move toward the front door. Instead, he bends down, closing his mouth over mine, the heat of his tongue flooding my mouth. I feel like I’m living a scene in a snow globe, the picture perfect house, the dark night illuminated by the street lamp, and the snow falling harder around us the longer we stay locked together.

  I bury my hands in the pockets of his jeans, needing to erase that final trace of the cold. Now that I’m shielded from the winter night, I could stay like this with him forever.

  Holly’s arrest tonight seems to have put everything in my mind into hyper drive. I don’t want to waste another minute with her now that I know how quickly those moments can be stolen. It’s not until after we’ve been kissing in the driveway long enough that I can feel the melted snow in my hair that I break our embrace.

  “Let’s get inside and out of these wet clothes,” I suggest, as we walk up the steps. “In case you missed the memo, you’d better grab anything you need out of your room because you’re not sleeping in there tonight.”

  She scowls at me, making me worry that I’ve gone a step too far. I get the distinct impression that sex can be an emotionless act to her, but it’s not something I can do. Tonight, I have no intention of making her come and sending her on her way. She needs to feel the sincerity of my actions. She needs the reassurance that this isn’t a moment of convenience; it’s one of connection.

  “Is that a fact?” She challenges me, walking in ahead of me. It’s interesting how I can already see the dynamics of our relationship unfolding in front of my eyes. No matter if there’s a deeper connection there or not in time, she will always be my little brat. “And if I like sleeping in my bed?”

  “Not happening tonight,” I inform her, holding her body tight against mine. With one arm gripping tightly around her waist, I reach for the pull-tab on her hoodie, slowly lowering it to reveal a black camisole style tank top beneath it.

  Her entire body sags with realization of what’s to come. I know the feeling well; I’ve been fighting it since the moment she sat on my lap at the diner. “I don’t think I need anything,” she exhales. “I have a feeling you’ll tell me I’m wasting my time if I grab pajamas.”

  “Smart girl,” I laugh.

  As she pulls away from me to take off the hoodie, she gives me a seductive wink. Yeah, it’s going to be a good night.

  “Do you mind if I grab a quick shower?” she asks sweetly. “I feel disgusting after everything that happened tonight.”

  I can’t say I blame her. Even though I know that everything in the precinct is clean, sometimes I used to walk out of there feeling a bit dirty myself, just because of the nature of the facility.

  “I have a better idea.” I grab her hand, leading her to the door at the end of the hall. Leaving her alone in my bedroom, I dig through the cabinet next to the bathroom sink. I know I still have some bath salts Dylan and Zeke gave me as part of a gag gift when I bought the house. They thought it was cute, seeing as how I was a bit more excited than most guys would be over having a huge whirlpool tub in the master bath. They can laugh all they want now. I’m the one getting ready to pamper the shit out of the girl, and what female doesn’t love a relaxing bath?

  I turn around when the door opens and see one of my button-down shirts draped over Holly’s naked body. The realization that I could easily get used to this sight every night isn’t as scary as it should be. I’m not sure either of us is in a place where we should be thinking about things like that.

  “Wow!” I extend my hand to her, needing to feel her naked flesh pressed against mine. When she’s standing before me, I grasp both hands in mine, taking away the ability for her to cover herself.

  “You act like you’ve never seen a naked woman before,” she laughs playfully as my eyes take in every inch of pale ivory skin. When I allow my gaze to drop to the hem of the shirt, my cock throbs at the sight of a neatly trimmed patch of hair hiding the secrets that lie beneath. Secrets I fully intend to reveal tonight.

  I cough, trying to catch my breath. “We both know I have, but damn, you’re even more gorgeous naked. Come on; let’s get you cleaned up so I can get you all dirty again.”

  He pushes the shirt off my shoulders, seductively sliding it down my arms. My nerves are so alive that the simple feeling of cotton grazing along my skin causes me to shiver. Or maybe it’s anxiety of standing before Tommy, completely vulnerable.

  The room is filled with the scent of jasmine; the lights cast a soft glow. It’s working to set the tone of the night, just not at all what I was expecting.

  “You’re not a very domly Dom, you know that?” I laugh as I step into the tub. Before I can sit, Tommy forcefully draws my body against his. My nipples contract into tight buds the moment they brush against his smooth olive skin. His chest isn’t bare, but the hair that is there is sparse and soft.

  “I assure you, you’re wrong.” He bites my lower lip, just hard enough to cause a delicious sting. I can feel my pussy throbbing in anticipation as his hands slide down my back before grabbing me by the ass, lifting me out of the water. “But you’ll learn that in time. In fact, with that mouth of yours, I’m looking forward to showing you often, but that’s not what tonight is about.”

  I hesitate to look into his eyes, afraid of what I will see there. I know it won’t be pity, loathing, or anger, but the thought of seeing anything compassionate is almost too m
uch to bear right now. I breathe deeply, pushing back the voices telling me all the reasons I don’t deserve this, all the reasons I’m not worthy of a man who is good and kind and sexy as the day is long.

  “Look at me,” he commands, almost as if he’s trying to show me that he is in complete control of the situation. When my gaze remains fixed on the floor, I feel a knuckle under my chin, pushing my face up until I have no choice but to see him. “Whatever is going on in there, you need to stop. You need to be right here, with me, nowhere else.”

  His left arm securing me is the only thing keeping me from falling ungracefully into the fragrant water. “Okay,” I whisper, again feeling as if I’m watching this scene unfold in front of me, without me as an active participant.

  “That’s my girl.” The kiss he lays on my cheek is so chaste and sweet, I think I might melt. “Now, sit.”

  Tommy opens the top drawer of the vanity and reaches for a hair tie. It’s a slap in the face, the realization that I’m probably not the first woman he’s treated with this sensual care. Being the realist that I am, I know I’m also unlikely to be the last and that hurts more than anything. I can’t get caught up in the moment because these are the flashing points in life that never last long.

  Once my hair is again pulled up, this time in a high ponytail, he begins washing my body. Each caress of the washcloth over my body brings my desire a bit higher. My patience is wearing thin. I need to feel more of him than his hands. I’m also uncomfortable with the fact that I can’t stand the sight of him kneeling beside me as he cares for me. I want to be the one in his position.

  “Tommy,” I moan as his hands travel between my thighs. I need him higher. I need him to stop taking his time. “I think I’m clean now.”

  “You would think so, wouldn’t you?” Despite the gravity of what we’re about to do, the mood between us is lighter than it has been in the time I’ve known him.

  His sensuous assault on my skin continues, albeit at a painfully slow pace. By painfully, I mean he has me so turned on at this point, my insides are beginning to ache from their non-verbal pleading for his touch.

  When his fingers finally make contact with the swollen lips of my pussy, I bite down hard on my lip to keep from moaning in pleasure. The thought of those strong hands has helped me through many nights alone in my room, thinking of a scene much more scandalous than the one unfolding. The reality is even more amazing than the dreams.

  “Jesus, Holly,” Tommy groans. Judging by the look on his face, I’m not the only one being tortured by his languid pace.

  My head lolls against the edge of the tub as I feel him enter me with one finger, easing deeper inside of me as his hand twists and turns changing the angle of each thrust. He adds a second finger, drawing them along the front wall of my pussy, taking me higher and higher.

  “More, Tommy, please!” I beg him. My hips begin jerking as I feel my orgasm building. I clench around him as he leans forward, biting down on my nipple. At first, his teeth simply graze my tender flesh but soon, I feel him clamping down, drawing my nipple further from my body.

  His fingers pull out of me, quickly moving through the water to my hips. “I need to taste you,” he growls, lifting my body out of the water. I grip the sides of the tub, steadying myself as my wet skin slips against the porcelain.

  His head dives between my legs, his tongue taking long strokes between my swollen lips, teeth grazing against my hardened bud. With every lap, I feel my core pulsing, ascending toward a climax like none I’ve experienced before.

  It’s not a sensation I’m used to, but I’ll be damned if I don’t weave my fingers through his hair, holding him between my thighs, silently urging him to continue until the bathroom is filled with the sound of me screaming his name.

  Tommy reaches for a towel as he stands beside me. He wraps my body as I exit the tub, pulling our bodies together. “I think it’s time we move this to somewhere more comfortable,” he whispers before nipping at my ear lobe.

  It’s been so long since I’ve done this, I’m honestly nervous that I’m going to let one or both of us down. Seeing and feeling Holly’s bare skin against mine after getting a first taste of her sweet pussy has my cock fully erect and my balls drawn tight to my body. I need to calm down so this is everything she deserves. And no matter what Holly might think, she does deserve this. This and so much more.

  “Lie down,” I instruct her. If you could ignore the tattoos and piercings, Holly would look like the girl next door laid out before me in the middle of the bed. Tonight, that’s exactly what I want her to be; the sweet, loving woman I see buried deep beneath her hard, defensive exterior.

  Once she’s comfortably sprawled out in the middle of the bed, I ease myself down next to her, propping myself up with an elbow. I sit there watching her breathing as it grows quick and shallow in anticipation.

  “Are you just going to sit there all night?” she asks impatiently, her deep brown eyes locked on my lighter ones.

  “Maybe,” I chuckle. As she groans in frustration, I trail one finger from the hollow of her neck, between her breasts and down to her belly button. Her back arches, urging me to continue. Rather than give in, I remove my hand, bringing it to cup her cheek. “We have all night, Babygirl.”

  The reminder is as much for her as it is for me. I’m still sitting on the ragged edge of blowing my load and need more time to calm down. Besides, it’s good for her to learn that sex can be tender and caring sometimes.

  When she opens her mouth to protest, I once again silence her with a kiss. This one matches the pace of our night, slow and tender, deep and passionate. Her body turns into mine, her soft breasts pressing into my skin. Unable to resist her any longer, I pull her body over mine, my fingers weaving in her hair to keep her lips locked to mine while my other hand cups her ass.

  “Tommy, I need you,” she pleads. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

  I reach under the pillow to where I hid a condom earlier. As I slide her body down my thighs, she rips the packet out of my hand. Seeing the need emanating from her hooded eyes as she sheathes me is almost enough to push me over the edge.

  “Come here, Babygirl,” I groan, lifting her hips, positioning her directly over me. I feel the heat coursing off her body, her thighs twitching as she awaits my next move.

  There are no words to describe how amazing her body feels as it stretches to accept me. We moan in unison, both overcome by the feeling. “Tommy, harder,” she urges, and I have to hold her back from fully impaling herself on my erection.

  “Patience,” I soothe her, lifting her again until only the tip of my cock remains inside. I repeat this over and over, each time claiming more of her body until I am buried to the hilt with my pubic bone grinding against her sensitive clit.

  “Fuck,” I groan, feeling my balls once again making their ascent toward my body. I can not come before her. Tonight needs to be about Holly and showing her what it’s like to be worshipped.

  Our bodies continue to move in unison, slowly and rhythmically. Every thrust deep inside her petite body serves as a reminder that she’s here with me now, forces me to face the fact that I don’t ever want her away from me again. And it doesn’t make me nervous; it only serves to heighten my euphoria.

  “Tommy–” she pants, “–I’m going to come!” Her nails dig into my shoulders before dragging them down my chest. That simple move has me arching my hips off the bed, pounding hard and fast. The second I feel her muscles clench around my cock, I let out a guttural groan as I follow her over the edge. Her body milks every drop of cum from mine, leaving me sated and breathless.

  “Fuck! That was–”

  “Amazing.” She finishes my sentence. Yeah, amazing is one word for it. Out of this fucking world is another way to put it.

  I look up at her body, covered in a light sheen of sweat. She may never understand it, but at this moment, I know without a doubt that I’m one of the luckiest bastards in the world.