Protected by You

by Nikki Mays

  Like the smart man that he is, he trusts me and turns back to the show in front of us. And my ex does not disappoint.

  “What do you mean that you’re taking over?” Paige asks uncertainly.

  Danny looks at her and smiles. “Just what I said Paige. You three will now have the honor of spending the next day or so with me. Obviously, someone has to clean up this mess and I can guarantee you that it won’t be me.”

  She gets a victorious look on her face. “Yeah, but it’s my weekend with my dad. So, obviously, I have to go spend it with him.”

  The twins don’t even look offended that she tried to get out of it. If the tables were turned, they’d try the same damn thing. The three really couldn’t be any more perfect for each other.

  JJ seems to catch on to the fact that not only will we have complete alone time but his daughter will be being punished for her misdeeds. The look on his face almost matches Danny’s in glee. “No, I think that Danny’s right.”

  Paige’s head whips around so fast to look at her dad, I’m surprised she didn’t hurt herself. “Wh-what?” She stutters out.

  “I think that Danny is correct and that the three of you girls should stay with him. He’s obviously going to want to get up very early to make sure that you all get a great start at cleaning all of this mess up.”

  Danny snaps his fingers and points at JJ. “You’re right. I mean, that’s after they’ve been here cleaning most of the night. I’m sure that they’ll be too tired to stay up late, so getting up early won’t be a problem.”

  Paige’s mouth is hanging open. She closes it and narrows her eyes at her father. She’s in full teenage mode now as well. Hands on her hips, leaning forward and full of sass. “You’re seriously going to trust my well-being to a man who dates strippers who don’t even know how to spell their own names?”

  Danny looks down at her with a menacing glare. “She had just changed her name.” He states through gritted teeth.

  Paige obviously unfazed by Danny’s glare gives him a disgusted look “Right. Because that’s what was wrong with what I said. Her not remembering how to spell her new name. Not the fact that you date trashy women. And stop looking at me like that. You’re not scary, my mother looks at me a thousand times worse and I’m not scared of her nasty ass either.”

  Danny stares at her for a few seconds unblinking and then looks over at JJ whose face has suddenly gone extremely red. “What do you mean your mother gives you worse looks?”

  Paige rolls eye eyes. “Mom is Mom, you know how she is. She’s mean to everyone. Honestly, I stopped taking it personally when I was five and old enough to realize that she’s just a miserable cow.”

  She shrugs like she didn’t just say so many disheartening things at once. I couldn’t even imagine ever been so mean to my twin terrors that they would feel that way about me.

  JJ is clenching and unclenching his fists. “Honey, that’s not how it’s supposed to be.” I say in a gentle tone hoping that I’m not over stepping.

  Paige looks at me and gives me a sweet smile that I’m pretty sure will stay with me for the rest of my life. “Not all moms are as great as you, Kay, Mellie and Shell. Some of us just get stuck with crappy ones. At least I got a great dad out of it. Some kids aren’t even that lucky.”

  She looks back up at Danny who automatically puts his game face back on. “So, don’t even think for a second that you’re even remotely scary. You’re the one who should be afraid.”

  He chuckles right in her face. “Is that right little one? And why should I be afraid of a tiny little waif of a girl?”

  She gives him a smirk that screams checkmate. “Because there’s three of us and one of you. Pissing off one hormonal teenage girl is a bad idea. But to piss off three? You should be very afraid.”

  Danny looks to our girls who aren’t refuting what she just said at all. He looks at me and then JJ. “A little help here?”

  JJ gives him a serious look. “You should probably sleep with one eye open.”

  “That’s your advice?” Danny scoffs.

  “If it helps, you can take our kids to help protect you.” Marc says like a weasel.

  Danny turns on him. “Don’t even think about it! I’ve already been nice and have taken those hellions once this month already. If you want a night free, go ask their grandma or three other uncles.”

  We all look over at Mason. “Two other uncles.” Danny amends.

  “You all are so mean and rude.” Mason huffs.

  “And we try to limit their time with Dee.” Kayla states. Mason chuckles instead of acting offended on his mother’s behalf.

  “Why?” Rocco asks. “She’s a riot.”

  “Yeah that’s the problem. If I didn’t know for sure that it was Declan who let them watch that movie, I would swear that it was Dee who had something to do with what happened today.”

  “She did.” Abby calmly tells us all.

  Kayla blinks and looks down at her daughter. “What do you mean sweetie?”

  “Gigi said not to let any other bridges near Daddy and uncle JJ. We’re supposed to make sure that those bridges stay far, far away.”

  “She didn’t say bridges Abby.” Max rolls his eyes. “She said britches. That we weren’t allow any britches near them.”

  Abby puts her hands on her tiny little hips and gets right in her brother’s face. “Nuh-huh. It was bridges.”

  “You drive over bridges Abs. It was britches. Britches aren’t allowed near them!” Max shouts.

  Kayla looks at all of us. “This is why we’ve been limiting their time with Gigi. Exactly because of stuff like this.”

  Mason walks up and wraps his arm around Kay’s neck tightly enough so that she can’t move. But not tight enough to hurt her. Annoyance is the name of the game here. “I think this proves that they should start spending way more time with Mom” He says in a chipper voice. “This just proves how awesome Mom’s influence is.”

  Is it bad that I kind of agree?

  Once I realized that, despite his questionable taste in women, Danny was serious about the girls’ punishment, I grabbed Sage and got the fuck out of there.

  After seeing Danny with his girls, I was sure he was a great dad no matter the threats.

  Tonight I finally have my woman all to myself and I plan to take advantage of that. I try to steady my shaky hands as we arrive back at Sage’s place.

  Helping her out of the truck we walk to the door hand in hand. I watch her struggle to get the key into the door. Knowing that she’s just as nervous as I am boosts my confidence a little.

  Once inside my pulse kicks up to a level that I haven’t felt since the first time I held Paige.

  Reaching out with her hand, Sage grabs mine and begins to pull - more like drag – me down the hall. The hall that I can only assume leads to her bedroom.

  Inside her bedroom there’s a soft glow coming from the slit of moonlight shining through the blind

  My hand slides across her cheek into the silky and smooth texture of her hair and I spread my fingers around the nape of her neck. Her breath hitches in her throat.

  Pulling her head towards mine, I close the small gap between us and softly press my lips to hers. She moans when I use my tongue to lightly trace the outline of her lips. I’ve kissed her plenty of times but this time seems different as I consume her completely.

  We both know that after tonight, there is no going back for either of us.

  Sliding my hand over her waist and up her rib cage my fingers settle on her soft breast. Her already hardened nipples feel like pebbles in my hand. I gently brush my fingers over them causing her to arch into me more with a loud moan.

  One of her hands moves up my neck and grips the back of my hair roughly. She pulls me closer to her, like I had even considered moving anywhere. She starts tugging on my shirt with her other hand. “This...off...now.” She gasps through kisses.

  I tug my shirt off first then hers.

  Her breasts are more than a hand
ful, her stomach is trim but not rock hard, her legs are toned and her ass is just a thing of beauty. If it’s one thing that I am completely sure of...it’s that she doesn’t skip out on squats. Her ass is enough to make me want to weep.

  She has a smirk on her face. “Are you going to stand there all night gawking at me or are we actually going to get to the fun activities?”

  “I’m just enjoying the view.”

  She rolls her eyes at me. “Enjoy the view when it hasn’t been like a million years for me. I’m super horny. It also hasn’t helped watching you work out so often. Stare all you want after I’m satisfied.”

  We tumble down on her bed.

  Looking at her swollen lips and passion-filled eyes, might just end me. “Pants off big guy.”

  I give her a dimple filled smile. “I could say the same to you.”

  “Want to race?” She says with a wicked gleam in her eye.

  I shake my head slowly making her frown. “No, I want to strip each item of clothing off of you piece by piece. Then I plan to lick and kiss every inch of you before I slide inside of you.”

  I can hear her gulp and can actually see goosebumps forming all over her body. Smiling I move into her once again and begin to slowly kiss her. Moving my lips slowly, I kiss and nibble her neck, making her shiver. I run my tongue down her rapidly beating pulse point and settle my lips over it.

  Her moans and whimpers are making it more and more difficult to keep from shoving her down on the bed and driving deep inside of her. But not yet. I’ve waited far too long for this woman to rush things.

  She places her hands on my waist, causing a shiver to run through me at her touch, especially when she slides her hands all over my chest and abs. While she’s having her fun, I decide to rid her of that dark sports bra. The motion forces her to stop touching me briefly, causing her to groan and me to laugh. I receive a nasty look that I can’t help but smirk at.

  I take a small step back and look my fill. Her lips are red and swollen. Her eyes are wide and glassy. And her hair is in a wavy disarray blanketing her shoulders. Her breathing is labored, causing her breasts to rise and fall with each breath that she takes. The longer I stand here looking at her, the harder her nipples become and the redder the blush across her body.

  She is by far the most gorgeous thing that I have ever seen in my entire life. “You’re beautiful.” I whisper. Like if I speak too loudly the spell that has been cast over us will be broken.

  Spreading my hands along her ribs, I move them loving the feel of her soft and sleek curves and I rest my thumbs under her breasts. Never breaking eye contact, those eyes that look more hazel right now, darken in color as her arousal increases.

  I cup her perfectly round and perky breasts while my thumbs graze over her rose colored nipples, causing them to harden further under my touch. If I don’t get a taste of her right now, I very well may die. Okay, I won’t die, but I will be an unhappy bastard.

  I lean down and swirl my tongue around one nipple, drawing it into my mouth. Not wanting the other to feel neglected, I pinch it between my thumb and index finger, applying just enough pressure to add a hint of pain to her pleasure.

  If her growl and moan is anything to go by, she seems to enjoy that. She arches into me even further, giving me total access to her. She now has her hands wrapped around my back and is digging her nails in.

  “I need more.” She whimpers.

  “I’ve got you baby, don’t worry about that.” I whisper against her lips.

  I take a step back, run my hands down her waist, grab onto the top of her stretchy pants and slowly push them down to the ground. As they pool on the ground at her feet, I can’t help but stare at her little lace panties. I help her remove her sneakers and the rest of her clothing.

  Losing more of my restraint by the second, I – gently – shove her down onto her bed. As she lays there on her back, I lean down and start to kiss my way around her chest. I make sure to stop at each breast, giving them ample attention before I move down towards her belly button.

  She squirms under me, silently begging me for more. I can already tell how close she is and I’m not anywhere near where I know she needs me the most.

  I place both of my hands on her ankles, sliding my hands up her toned calves, over her knees and settle them on her inner thighs while spreading them apart and making sure that they stay that way. Sage is twisting on the bed and has now grabbed a hold of the comforter. “Please, I need you JJ, right now.” She begs.

  Her begging is almost too much but I won’t be deterred, not until I’ve made sure that she comes. I want to feel her spasm on my lips and taste her release on my tongue before I slide deep inside of her.

  As my mouth hovers above her, she lifts her hips in invitation or need, I’m not really sure which. But it doesn’t really matter at this point anyway. We’re both too far gone.

  She moans loudly when I run my tongue across her. I slowly circle around her, teasing her, hoping to make this last for her. When I hear her start to incoherently beg me for more I pull her into my mouth, sucking, licking and nibbling.

  Knowing that she’s close I slide one and then two fingers into her soaking core. She’s so tight, wet and silky, that it takes all of my restraint not to come on the spot like a fucking teenage boy.

  When I feel her muscles begin to squeeze the hell out of my fingers, I realize that it’s time to send her over the edge. I place my lips against her and continue drawing circles around her clit with my tongue. While doing this, I pump my fingers in and out of her, harder and faster.

  She now has her hands on my head and a death grip on my hair. I’ll actually be surprised if there aren’t a few patches missing after this. Her muscles clench around my fingers and she lets out a loud scream. The spasms continue while I continue to slowly move my fingers in and out of her, trying to prolong her pleasure.

  When her whole body goes limp and her hands fall to her side, I quickly get up. I toe off my sneakers and practically rip off my workout shorts and boxers all at the same time. Cursing myself, I have to bend to the floor to get my wallet out of my shorts pocket. I grab a condom and make quick work of rolling it over my length.

  She’s looking at me with a half dreamy, half impressed look on her face. She begins to pout when I begin to walk towards her which stops me dead in my tracks. “What’s wrong?” I ask nervously. If she wants to stop now, it very well may kill me. I’ll obviously stop but I don’t think that I would be able to function properly for a few hours.

  “You got to stare at me all you wanted but I don’t get to do the same?” She raises an eyebrow to go with her pout. Thank God!

  “Baby, you can look at me anytime you want, for however long you want, as long as it is not right this minute. I will stand like a fucking statue for you later on if that’s what you want. But I’m hanging on by a fucking thread here baby.” I say while stalking towards her again.

  “Fine.” She sighs, while acting all put out. Note to self: spank that delectable ass later on...when I have more control.

  I climb over her and wrap her legs around my waist, as I position myself at her entrance. I slowly enter her slick, tight heat, inch by inch. It feels like heaven and hell all rolled into one.

  Heaven because she feels fucking incredible. Hell, because all I want to do is pound into her but I know that she needs some time to adjust to my size. Although the caveman in me is enjoying that she’s so tight, knowing full well that it’s been a long time since any other man was here.

  Regardless of outward appearances, all men are nothing but cavemen on the inside. We don’t like anyone else near what is ours. And make no mistake...this woman is all mine...for good. She just doesn’t know that part yet.

  I finally get all the way in and hold myself there allowing her to get accustomed to feeling me inside of her. It’s one that’s she’s going to be feeling very often.

  She raises her hips and gives me an eyebrow raise. I take that as my cue to get moving. I sta
rt to slowly move my hips back and forth, sliding almost all the way out before pushing back inside.

  I hold myself up on one arm not wanting to give her all of my weight. Compared to me, she’s pretty tiny. Using my other hand, I lower it to her clit and start to gently rub circles. I increase the rhythm when I increase the tempo that my hips are slamming in and out of her.

  She mutters words that I can’t completely make out except for “harder” and I am more than happy to oblige whatever my woman wants.

  It’s like we’re both trying to race to the finish line. Any finesse that I had in the beginning is all gone. I’m slamming into her while furiously rubbing circles with my finger. I refuse to come before she comes again. But fuck, she’s got to hurry up.

  Just when I’m beginning to lose hope, her legs and body tighten. Thank you, Jesus! She’s lets out a silent scream and digs her nails into my back so hard, that I’m not positive that she’s not drawing blood. But at this point I could be bleeding to death and wouldn’t give the slightest fuck.

  Knowing damn well that I have absolutely nothing left in me at this point, I just continue to piston forward towards my own release. Finally, I feel the tingle at the bottom of my spine and groan in pleasure when I empty myself into the condom.

  It takes everything in me not to just collapse on top of her. Knowing that I need to get rid of the condom, I slowly make my way out of bed and towards the adjoining bathroom. Once I’ve taken care of that, I walk back into the bedroom and what I see can only make me chuckle.

  “You okay?” I laugh.

  “Mhmm, yup, I’m good as long as no one needs me for the rest of my life.”

  Sage is sprawled out across the bed with a dazed/goofy look on her face. Her lips are swollen and her body is flushed. I have to admit, the recently fucked look is a great one on her.

  I chuckle to myself as I walk over and have to physically roll her over and place her under the comforter. I don’t know whether to be proud that I did such a good job or worried that I somehow broke her. Who am I kidding? I’m damn proud of myself.