by Alexa Riley
His eyes move to my chest and he groans. “Fucking hell. This is worse than being waterboarded,” he says as he rubs his eyes.
I look down and see my hard nipples are pushing against the thin material of the shirt. I shrug because I don’t know what else to do. So instead I go to the pantry and take out some potatoes.
“Have you been waterboarded?” I ask, trying to get him to talk.
“Yeah.” He says it as casually as when he’d told me he was shot. I’m not sure what to say, but I want to cry.
“I don’t like the idea of you being hurt,” I admit.
Blinking fast, I try and fight the tears. He could have died. And if that happened then he would have never been mine. The thought tears me up inside and I try not to dwell on it.
“I’m fine, sweet pea. I’m right here with you and I’m not going anywhere,” he reminds me. My body relaxes at his words. He’s right. He is here with me.
“Your life is so different than mine,” I tell him as I get to work on making our dinner.
“We both serve our country,” he says simply. “Just in different ways. I watched you today, working with that family. You knew exactly what to say and how to handle it. You’re as well trained as I am, but in a different way. You gave up your childhood and almost a decade of your life. That’s time you won’t get back. At least I chose what I wanted to do with my life. You didn't get to.”
“Thank you. That means a lot to me.” His eyes soften. I never thought about it like that. It makes me feel that maybe I am doing my part to help.
I put the potatoes in the oven and start on the steaks. “Why don’t you want to go to college?” he asks.
“Maybe one day, just not now.” I shrug. Maybe not ever, if I’m being completely honest. But I don’t want to get into it with Washington like I do with my dad. I don’t want a lecture from him.
“Do you have a reason for not wanting to right now?” he pushes.
My reason is mainly him, but I’m too shy to tell him that. “It’s not what I want. That life.”
“What life do you want?”
“This.” I flip the steak over and then lean my hip on the counter. “A husband, kids, white picket fence, the American dream.” I try to read his face, but I can’t. I hate that he can wear that emotionless mask. “What do you want now that you’re getting out?”
“You.” He says it simply.
I remain silent, but he doesn’t say anything else. I grab some dishes and serve our dinner without saying another word. When I turn to reach for something, I run right into Washington. His finger goes under my chin, making me look up at him.
“You should be careful what you wish for.” I stare at him for a moment, then he moves away.
He takes our plates over to a small table in the kitchen my dad and I use a lot. We don’t like to sit at the large dining room table. It seems silly when it’s just the two of us. Before I can sit down, Washington pulls the chair out for me. It’s a simple act, but it’s really sweet. He sits with me, and his enormous body barely fits into the chair.
“Why should I be careful what I wish for?” I ask. I’m unable to stop myself.
“Eat your food, sweet pea. You’re going to need your energy later.”
I pause with the fork halfway to my mouth. The tingling between my legs is back. “How long have you wanted me?” I ask, bringing the bite of food the rest of the way to my mouth.
“You don’t want to know,” He answers, and he attacks the steak like he’s starving. I don’t know why, but I love that he’s enjoying what I made for him.
“I do.”
“The start.”
Butterflies dance in my stomach at his admission. “Me too.”
“I shouldn't have even been on your radar, Honor. You should be thinking about boys. Not a man who wants to devour you.”
“Maybe I want that, too.”
Washington stares at me for a moment before he goes back to his food.
“Do you want me to start thinking about boys?” His head snaps up, and I smile. “You said it, not me.”
“Don’t, Honor. Not right now.” I swear there is almost a plea to his words, and he’s not the type of man to beg for anything.
I look down at my plate and smile, then eat until I can’t hold any more.
“I ate too much.” I put my hand on my stomach and lean back in my chair. Washington’s plate is clean, and I nod to it. “Do you want me to make you more?”
“No. I’m saving room for my midnight snack.” My mouth falls open as he stands up from the table and takes both our plates over to the kitchen sink. I turn in my chair to watch him, my eyes following his every move.
“I can get that later. Or I can call someone to come take care of it,” I offer. There are staff that come by and take care of this, but I do it myself for the most part.
“You cook. I clean.” He shoots me a smile.
“I take it you liked it?”
“You have no idea.” He shakes his head.
“You’re hard to read, Washington. I thought you didn't even notice me before today.” I let out a humorless laugh. He stops what he’s doing, and in the blink of an eye he’s in front of me, his hands resting on the arms of my chair.
“Everyone notices you, Honor. You light up a room whenever you walk into it.”
“I wasn't talking about everyone. Trust me, I know the world notices me. They talk about me enough.” I look down and think about the press and how they’re always talking about my looks. My attention fixes on his hands. They’re squeezing the arms of my chair. I put my hands on top of his and his grip loosens.
“If you were mine I’d take you out of the spotlight. I hate that the world gets to see you every day.”
My head jerks up and my breath freezes in my lungs. “I’d let you,” I whisper, and Washington pushes away from the chair. He stands there for a moment before he goes back to cleaning the kitchen.
“Why don’t you go get ready for bed.”
“I should shower,” I say, standing. “I thought you weren't taking your eyes off me.” I smirk at him, and my body tingles thinking about him watching me in the bathroom. Would he be turned on? Would he have to fight himself from joining me?
“Go get your shower, sweet pea. Enjoy your last few moments alone.” I want to say something back, but the glint in his eyes stops me. I walk to my room filled with nervous energy.
“Leave the doors open,” I hear him yell.
The warning makes goosebumps break across my body. I grab a shirt and pair of panties from my closet before I go into my bathroom and strip my clothes off. I stand in front of the mirror for a moment looking at my body.
It’s changed so much over the last year. My hips are wider, my breasts bigger. I turn to look at my ass. Washington’s eyes have been on it most of the day. I know it’s his job, but it feels different now. It was hard to get through some of my meetings today knowing he was watching my every step. I kept wondering what he was thinking. I want him to think I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
I turn on the shower and get in. I take my time washing every part of my body and spend a little extra time on certain places. When I get out I comb out my hair before blow-drying it. Finally, I get dressed for bed, wishing I had something sexy to wear. That would be a hard purchase to explain away to my dad.
When I step out of the bathroom, I look around my room, but it’s empty. I peek out into the living room but don’t see Washington.
My excitement about the countdown is starting to dissipate. It’s still only ten o'clock. I lie down on the bed and look up at the ceiling. What if tonight is the beginning of the end? He might not like what he sees when he gets me undressed. Maybe after he’s had me he’ll be satisfied and won’t want me anymore. What if I’m not all he thought I was? What if he, too, built something up in his head that isn’t real?
I roll over, tuck my hands under my cheek and close my eyes, wondering if I’ll ever find sleep.
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sp; Chapter Five
Washington
“Give me an update,” I say into my watch as I step out of the living room and into the hallway of the main building. I keep the door cracked so I can watch the couch. When I see Honor come out and lie down on it, I feel better knowing I can keep my eyes on her. She looks like she might go to sleep, and I check the time.
“We’ve searched the grounds and can’t find any sign of him. He somehow vanished.”
“That’s not the update I’m looking for,” I say as frustration takes hold.
What I want to do is go out there my damn self and find him. Then figure out what the fuck he thinks he’s doing by giving us the slip and then playing hide and go seek.
“It’s the best I can give you right now. We’ve got another team coming in to stand guard. We’ve got everyone we have on this. Do you need someone to come relieve you for the night?”
“No!” I shout, but then catch myself. “No, I’m good. I’ll protect Freedom. I’ll keep my communications on so you can update me every hour. You guys know what to do.”
“Yes, sir,” Mike says.
I stand there until the patrol guards come by and I get the same story from them. They’re walking the halls and checking the cameras, but whatever this kid did to get in here, he’s managed to evade all our security. But this wing of the White House is the most heavily protected, so while I don’t like Chad running free on the property, this is the best place for Honor to be.
I check the time again and curse. I keep telling myself I’ve waited all this time for her, and I should wait until the danger has passed to take what’s mine. But then as the minute draws near, I talk myself out of waiting. There will always be danger surrounding Honor. That’s why she needs me. Not only will I protect her, but I’ll make sure our family is protected, too. I’m the only one capable of doing it and I won’t trust anyone else. Not that I’d let another man close enough to try.
At eleven thirty I call for a security team to come stand outside Honor’s wing. I want them guarding the entrance while I’m ten inches deep so that I know I won’t be interrupted.
Once I’m inside that tight cherry she’s got between her milky thighs I won’t want to come up for air until I’ve had my fill.
“I want three of you on this door at all times. No one enters. Do you understand?” I ask the guards, who all nod at me.
I push the door open and step through, bolting it behind me. The sound causes Honor to open her eyes and she sits up on the couch, looking at me. Her wide-eyed expression tells me she knows it’s time, and I nod at her to confirm.
“Stand up,” I order, and she does as I ask.
I walk over slowly, peeling off my shirt and letting it drop to the floor as I do. Next I unclasp my belt and pull it off, tossing it on the floor, too. I unbutton and unzip my black pants.
When I’m standing in front of her, I can see her breathing pick up as she slowly takes a step back. For every step she retreats I follow until she’s backed against the wall.
Leaning close, I plant my palms on either side of her against the wall. I move in close to where my lips are against her ear, but I’m not touching her.
“I’m an only child, Honor. I’m used to getting what I want. And I don’t share what’s mine,” I say, and her breath hitches. “The day I laid eyes on you I made my claim. Do you know how hard it is to keep a toy in a box for three years?”
I run my nose against the shell of her ear, and she shivers.
“Take that fucking shirt off,” I growl, offended at the material that’s covering up what belongs to me.
She reaches down and grabs the edge of the shirt, pulling it slowly up and off her body. I lean back only slightly, not giving her any extra room to remove it. I stare into her eyes as I take one hand away from the wall and place it gently against her throat. I can feel just how hard her heart is beating, and the power of what I’m doing to her makes me impossibly harder.
“Are you scared?” I ask, and I don’t take my eyes off of hers.
“No,” she whispers, and I know she’s telling me the truth.
“I don’t deserve your body, but no man is worthy of it.” Slowly I trail my hand down her neck and between her tits. I place the palm over her heart and lean in close to her. “I’m a bastard for wanting you when you were too young to have. But I’ve bided my time and now the sweet treasure you’ve got tight between your legs is my prize.”
My watch beeps, and I know the smile on my face must be one the devil wears when he’s about to have his fun. I lean in close, our lips a breath away from touching.
“I’ll never be sorry,” I say right before I press my lips to hers.
I’ve thought of our first kiss a thousand times, but every fantasy I came up with was weak compared to what it’s like to have my lips on hers. She opens her mouth right away and I groan as my tongue touches her. I always thought the devil was the one calling the shots when he sent her to me. Why else would such beauty and innocence be placed in my hands to be protected? Hands that have fought and killed… I’m dirty and she’s fresh cream. This precious angel is opening up for me and I’ve been sent an eager virgin. She’s searching for more, and her excited tongue tastes me. Her hands are curious as they brush across my naked chest and then move lower.
My lips move down her neck as I kiss my way to her tits. She’s grown in the last year, and what were small buds grew into swells tipped with rosy pink nipples. I lick my way over to one then suck on the hard peak. She cries out and I put my hand over her mouth as I pop the nipple out of my mouth.
“You can’t make any sounds.” I shake my head. “There are three men outside who would kill to have a taste of what’s mine. They’d probably fight to the death to have a turn.”
She glances at the door and then her cheeks flush red.
“I won’t let it happen,” I say as I suck her nipple back into my mouth.
I take my hand away and she bites her lip and nods.
I kiss between each breast as I suck on one and then move to the other. I go back and forth until they are both shiny and dark red from my mouth. I squeeze them with my big hands as I kneel in front of her and kiss my way down her stomach.
“Pull your panties down for me,” I command, and her slender fingers trail down her belly to the edge of them. “Not all the way. Just low enough for me to see it. I want to kiss your pussy with the white cotton still on.”
I watch as she pushes it down just under her hips so that they’re snug around the thickest part of her thighs. Nestled in between them is her bare pussy and glistening wet lips.
“You shaved it?” I ask, not taking my eyes off my prize.
“Yes.” Her voice is shaky but sure.
“For me?” I lick my lips, my mouth watering.
“Yes, Washington.”
My name in her mouth makes me want to cream my boxers. Fucking hell, this girl is going to break me in half. I lean forward, pressing my nose against her soft mound, and inhale the sweet scent of virgin pussy. My tongue darts out and the taste of her hits me like a ton of bricks. If I wasn’t already on my knees I’d be on the floor. Nothing has ever been so fucking perfect before.
I run my hands down her body and around to her ass as I pull her forward and bury my mouth against her cunt. My tongue slides between her wet lips and to her clit without any resistance.
She tries to spread her legs, but her panties keep them tight together, and I smile against her. She rocks her hips while I move my tongue faster, and I can tell she’s going to be a quick trigger.
“Washington,” she says softly and with a plea in her sweet voice.
She’s probably never had an orgasm before and she’s about to have one that’s going to wreck her body.
I grip her ass tighter and suck on her pussy. She nearly falls over on top of me when her climax hits. I taste her sticky sweet juice as her pussy pulses and I drink it down. It’s so innocent that I can’t help taking extra-long licks of her far past th
e point of when she’s wrung out.
When I’ve taken my fill, I place one last kiss on her lower lips before I stand up and reach into my slacks.
“Sh-should we go to the bed?” she asks, her eyes heavy and her legs weak.
I shake my head. “If I get you on your back too soon I won’t be able to have you but one time,” I say. I push my pants down a little more and pull my cock out. It’s throbbing in my hand and the head is covered in sticky cum.
Her eyes widen at the sight of it and she gasps.
“That’s why we’re doing this here, sweet pea. You’re too little to take it all the first time, so I’m going to have to break you in nice and easy. Those panties are for your sake just as much as mine.”
I push the head of my cock between her wet lips and slide it against her clit. She pushes her hips forward, and I can feel her tight opening trying to take me in. Her panties are keeping her from spreading her legs, which means I can’t go balls deep and hurt her. It’s already going to be painful enough popping her cherry, but I don’t want her sore for days. I’ll need her again tonight. Probably several times, so I’ve got to restrain myself.
I thrust my hips back and forth, squeezing my length between her tight thighs. She rocks her hips and I grab the base of my cock so I can guide it into her. When I enter just an inch she hisses and I lean down, kissing her lips.
“This will only hurt a little bit,” I tell her, hoping it’s not a lie.
I push forward another inch, and she whimpers, but I’ve never felt anything so fucking good. It’s tight and hot and so goddamn sticky sweet.
“Fuck, let me in, sweet pea,” I say as I press my forehead to hers and thrust in a little more.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, but I keep on going, needing desperately to have as much as she can take. I pull back and then slide into her again, feeling her relax a little this time. She’s getting used to the invasion.
“That’s it, just like that,” I praise her. “You’re doing so good, sweet pea. Absolutely perfect.”
