Forgotten Bodyguard Box Set: A Forbidden Fruit Series

by Ali Parker

  His black slacks hugged his ass, and his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. I moved up behind him and slid my arms around his waist before pressing my mouth to the back of his neck.

  "You should really watch your back, Sir."

  "You think so?" He ran his hand over my forearm and clasped his hands over mine as I held him. "I like the thought of pretending to be something I'm not, but only to impress a fine woman."

  "Have you found one yet?" I breathed in and groaned softly, unable to help myself.

  "Nope. I came for one woman, but she's busy with more important things, I guess." He turned in my arms and smiled, stealing my heart. "You think she'd be willing to slip away for a little while with me?"

  "I do, actually, and my guess is that you wouldn't even have to twist her arm."

  "No?" He leaned down and kissed me a few times in quick succession. "I'm going to try not to make things awkward or difficult."

  I moved back and popped him in the chest. "Go ahead and kick me in the stomach, asshole."

  He laughed and took my hand. "I had to. You deserve a spanking for the way you acted after I ravaged your body half the night. I think you might enjoy that too much though."

  I tucked myself against his side and walked down toward the water as the wind blew. It all felt almost too perfect.

  "Promises, promises," I whispered and turned to press my lips to the thick muscle of his bicep. He smelled like heaven and looked like sin. "Where are we going?"

  "I don't care. I just needed to see you." He glanced down at me, his dark brown eyes filled with far too many emotions for me to handle.

  "There's a bunk house over there." I pointed and picked up my stride to match his.

  "Your father is going to be looking for you in a few minutes. I just needed to talk to you face to face for a few minutes. We should have had this conversation the last time we were together, but I couldn't find the right words."

  A whole host of feelings ravaged my insides as he released me and pulled the doors to the old bunker open. I moved into the darkness, grateful for the moonlight that filtered through the windows and the cracks in the roof. The smell of the sea filled my nose as I reached for him.

  "I want to go with you. I don't care how much trouble it would cause. I'm not a child." I slid my hands over his chest and gripped the back of his neck tightly, pulling him down and pressing my lips tightly to his.

  He groaned and ran his strong fingers over my hips and down to grip my ass tightly as he brushed his tongue by my lips. I opened my mouth and teased him as best I could with nothing more than strong pulls on his tongue.

  "Chloe," he whispered as he broke the kiss. "Stop, baby. If we start making out, it's going to lead to me stripping you down and burying my face between your pretty thighs."

  "I like the sound of that." I lifted to my toes and kissed him again as his hands clamped down on my shoulders.

  He pulled me back a little and smiled. "Listen. I saw Jeremy at the event a few days back. Something is going on, and I need you to be on-guard all the time. Do you hear me?"

  "What?" Ice water raced through my veins. "Pauly said that they took care of him."

  "Well, he lied."

  "No way. Pauly wouldn't lie to me." I pulled from Ian's hold and walked toward the back of the bunker house, trying to work through why Pauly would skew the truth at all. He'd always been on my side.

  "Jeremy has something they want."

  "Who the hell is they?"

  "Your father and Pauly, I guess." Ian slipped his hands into his pockets as his eyes moved across me. "You look beautiful tonight."

  I waved his compliment away. "What could Jeremy have that would be so fucking important? He tried to kill me, and they're letting him move around freely? What the fuck is that?"

  He moved toward me, reaching out and taking my hands into his. He lifted them both and kissed at my knuckles as the moonlight washed across his handsome face.

  "I don't know, but I'm headed back to California to see if I can find out." He leaned down, pulling me closer, and kissed me a few more times before pressing his lips to my ear. "I want more than you're giving me, but until I know you’re safe, it isn't fair to ask for it."

  "You can have all of me if that's what you're asking for." I hated to let my heart show, but there was no denying him anything if he wanted it, wanted me.

  "Is that so?" He brushed my hair back and licked at his lips. "I can't stop thinking about how badly I wanna spend the night making love to you. When you get back to Cali, come home with me and let me take good care of you. No rushing this time."

  "Did we rush last time?" I ran my hands down his chest, over the firm muscles of his stomach and slipped my fingers into the top of his slacks. His cock stood thick and heavy, the meaty top of it wet and soft as I brushed my fingers by it.

  He groaned and slid one hand into my hair as he leaned down and consumed my mouth.

  I pressed back, wanting to give him more than I took. He needed a soft place to land, and fuck if I didn't want to be just that. I nipped at his lips and moved back, looking around until I found a life vest I could fold up. I dropped it down in front of him and reached for his belt.

  "Let me taste you before I have to go back."

  "You're not gonna get any fight out of me." He brushed his fingertips down the side of my face and studied me. "How come you fought against me last time we were together?"

  "Because I was falling in love with you." I pulled his slacks down and smiled. No underwear. Why was I not surprised?

  "And now?" He helped me down to my knees as I reached for his cock, stroking it once and licking at my lips.

  "And now it's just getting worse." I laid a few kisses on his shaft and rolled my tongue over his head before moaning softly. "I blame you."

  "You should." He pulled at his hold on my hair and pressed himself deep inside of me.

  Chapter 15

  Ian

  She was far beyond beautiful on her knees before me. Like a princess bowing before a pauper. My heart ached in my chest to promise her a million things I knew I couldn't provide, but there was no way I was inviting her into a lie. I had nothing but strong arms, a big-ass heart and the ability to protect her like no other man would.

  My fingers tightened on her long silky hair as I neared the edge of orgasm.

  "Baby, stop. I'm too close." I licked at my lips as the world dimmed around me.

  She smiled in the same cocky fashion she always seemed to when testing my resolve. "Maybe I should deny you. Teach you a lesson for not coming after me before you found out that I was in trouble."

  Her fingers tightened around the base of my cock as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I was so close to telling her that I was falling in love with her, but pledging adoration when someone was sucking you off wasn't exactly the best way of doing things.

  "I'm the only one that's going to teach any lessons." I reached down and pulled her back up before stepping out of my slacks and unbuttoning my shirt. The way she watched me left me on edge. I wanted to prove to her that I could be a good man, someone she could eventually be proud of, but I wasn't so sure that was possible. I'd done so many horrible things in my life. Surely I didn't deserve the redemption that would come in the arms of a good woman.

  "Is that so?" She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side, looking all of twenty-two. Her innocence burned me, her desire to be loved forcing me forward though I had so many doubts about being right for her.

  I turned her around and gripped her hands, sliding them along the canoe that was flipped upside down in front of us. I ran my hands up her arms, down her sides and tugged at the back of her skirt until it lay on top of her ass. The tiny lace panties she wore only excited me further.

  "So hot, Chloe." I licked the back of her neck and tugged her panties to the side as I tucked the head of my dick inside her hot wetness. "So damn tight."

  "It's been awhile." She moaned and pushed back.

 
; I reached around to fondle one of her breasts and pressed my hand to the boat with the other as I thrusted forward, getting lost in the stickiness of her body.

  "It better have been two weeks at least." I pulled out and thrusted harder, enjoying the feeling of her ass bouncing against my stomach. So was too much woman for me, and yet I had so much I could teach her about her body. Maybe there was a way to make peace with the fact that I would never be enough for her. Maybe I could settle with simply being whatever she needed me to be as she needed it.

  "No one has touched me since you did the first time." She rolled her hips, working me with her softness. "I don't want anyone touching me but you."

  I growled at the thought and moved my hand from her breast to play along the front of her panties as I thrusted hard, pressing her forward with my strength.

  "No one is welcomed to." I licked the side of her neck and brushed my fingers over her mound. "You want me in here?"

  She pulled at my cock as she tucked her hips, almost causing me to lose myself again. "You know I do."

  "All you have to do is ask, and it's yours." I hated myself for wanting her so damn bad. My brother deserved a woman like her, but all I deserved was her denial. After ruining Mandy's life and my own more times than I could count, I should have been sentenced to a life alone - away from everyone.

  "Touch me, Ian." She slid her hand down to cup my hand and moved her panties, forcing my fingers to run though her moist folds. "There. Harder."

  "Yeah, baby." I pressed my teeth to the side of her neck and moved my other hand down to cup her pussy as I rubbed her soft skin with both hands and thrust into her again. I was losing my grip on reality and falling deeper and deeper into her. "Press your hands against the boat and don't let me crush you."

  I swatted her hand away from mine and worked her between my fingers as I rocked against her ass, trying hard to throw her over the edge before I went crashing over myself. I didn't have a condom, but the concern could be discussed when I was a little closer. No need to fuck up the fun just yet.

  Her moans got louder, her panting deep and so fucking needy. My body ached for release, but I denied it, unwilling to dive into pleasure without her beside me.

  "Condom," she mumbled and pressed back, forcing the last inch of me inside of her. We groaned in tandem, and my balls tightened. I was there.

  I pulled out and pressed my forehead to her back as I moved my hands to the sides of her thighs and tried to catch my breath.

  "I don't have one. I didn't expect-"

  "I don't care about it. We'll be fine." She gripped my hands and wrapped my arms around her. "Don't stop. I wanna feel you inside of me."

  "Chloe. You know that's not safe." I kissed the side of her head as she turned to face me.

  "I don't care. Don't deny me." Her fingers pressed into my chest, and fuck if I was lost on telling her no.

  "Tell me there's more to us than this." I gripped her hips and lifted her a little. She wrapped her legs around me, her arms around my neck as she pressed frantic kisses along my chest where my shirt lay open.

  "I want more. So much more." She pulled at her skirt and moved her panties as I pressed back inside of her. She was home, the place where I could find comfort and peace, elation and acceptance.

  "Me too." I gripped her ass tightly and walked us toward the nearest wall, pressing her to it and working her body in a way that would haunt both of us.

  Her cries in my ear were almost too much.

  "I need you to come for me, baby. Wet me with your body, Chloe." I licked at her ear as she nodded and let out a shaky scream. The feeling of her walls contracting around me left me no choice but to join her. We'd deal with the consequences later if forced to. She wanted to be loved, and I needed to love someone. If I had my choice in the matter, we'd be together until life took one of us far away.

  "So good," she panted against my chest as we finished and I brushed her hair back.

  "You're everything I want. Let's figure this shit out and start working toward making something more than an occasional one-night stand happen between us."

  She laughed and pushed at my chest, forcing me back. I pulled out of her and she slid down the front of my body.

  "One-night stand?"

  "That's what you wanted the last time we were together, right? Sure as hell seemed like it." I kept my tone conversational, though the hard emotion underneath the thought was sure to bleed out if I wasn't careful.

  "I didn't want a one-night stand. I wanted to feel you against me again, had to. I thought maybe after everything that happened with Jeremy, that you and I might... I don't know." She worked her skirt back over her legs as she moved back from me.

  "I wanted more, Chloe. I didn't have much of a choice when your father fired me and put a damn restraining order against me." I buttoned my shirt as she stood up. The look on her face was a mixture of hurt and confusion.

  "What did you say? My father fired you?"

  "Yeah." I chuckled. "I'm not beside you, guarding you anymore, am I?"

  "I thought that was because you quit." Tears filled her eyes, sending a shockwave of realization through me. Mitch told her I walked away from her. It was a fucking wonder she wanted to see me at all. How many times had the poor girl been abandoned in life? Almost as many as me, no doubt.

  "Hell no." I finished buttoning my slacks and reached for her, pulling her flush against me. "I wouldn't leave your side even if you wanted me to. You risked your life for me. I owe you more than I could ever repay."

  "Fucking hell," she growled and slid her arms around my waist before pressing her cheek to my chest. "They told me that you resigned. I can't tell you how badly it hurt to hear it."

  "It was a lie." I kissed the top of her head. "Your dad only wants the best for you, which I get, but I'm not so sure he understands what the best would be."

  "And what is the best for me, Ian?" She moved back and glanced up at me, stealing my heart in a way Amanda never could. The love in her eyes was so unfamiliar, and yet I could feel it down to the depths of my soul. She wanted a future beside me.

  "Me. I am." I kissed her softly. "I have to go back to Cali and figure this shit out where your dad is concerned. Stay close to Pauly and make sure you keep your eyes open for Jeremy. When you get home, we'll get back together and figure things out. Just play along for a while, okay?"

  "I can do that." She lifted to her toes and kissed me a few more times. "Tell me I'm not the only one falling in love here. Tell me you feel something too."

  "More than I ever have before, angel." I kissed her a few more times and let her go. "Be safe without me until I can get to you again, all right?"

  "You want me to guard this body?" She gave me a cheeky smile and turned to walk toward the door.

  "Yeah, it's mine as far as I'm concerned. Don't let anything happen to it while I'm gone."

  "Or?" She glanced over her shoulder.

  "Or you'll be punished for it."

  "Promises, promises."

  Chapter 16

  Chloe

  Leaving him in the bunker behind me was one of the hardest things I'd done in a long time. It was silly, but the need to snuggle up next to him in a warm bed and pretend like things weren't about to get nasty was impossible. The future ahead of me had me choosing between Ian and my father. That was an easy choice, but what if Pauly stood beside my dad? Could I walk away from him too?

  He'd been too much like a mother and a father to me. Him helping me with Ian, though it would cost him everything, was proof enough that he loved me, not that I needed it. He'd been transparent my whole life in showing me how he felt about me.

  "I wish you were my dad," I mumbled under my breath and slunk back into the restaurant.

  The tightness of my father's expression let me know that not only had I been caught with sneaking off, but that he was barely holding it together. His facade was breaking, and I for one wanted to see who lay beneath the mask. I couldn't remember a time of an authentic rela
tionship between us. It was weird, and yet comforting now. Ian felt the same as I did, which left me with very little choice but to flip my father off and go with him. After things settled down and he figured out what the hell was going on with my father and Jeremy, we would start working on us.

  "Where the fuck have you been?" Daniel gripped my arm and pulled me back as I entered the banquet room.

  The crowd seated at the table with my father laughed loudly at something he said, no doubt.

  "I went outside to get some air." I pulled my arm from his grip as Pauly moved up beside us and got in my face.

  "Make sure you take someone with you next time, Chloe. You have a history of disappearing. We can't be too careful with you." He winked and moved back.

  Daniel growled and nodded toward the table. "You're not getting out of my sight again tonight. I'll be standing outside of the fucking stall when you pee next time."

  "Kinky," I whispered and walked back to the table.

  Tristan glanced up and smiled. "I was getting a little worried about you."

  "No reason to. I'm good." I picked up my fork and pushed my vegetables around on the plate. "I hate these things. So boring."

  "Hell yeah they are." He pressed his shoulder to mine as if we'd known each other for a long time. "There's a hot salsa club next door. Let's go get a corona and ditch these money bags?"

  I smiled, unable to help myself. Maybe I was being an ass by not giving the guy a chance at friendship. I wanted nothing more, and belonged solely to the sexy bodyguard whose fingerprints I could feel on my skin.

  "I'd like that." I looked across the table to find my father watching me. "Tristan and I are going next door to grab a beer and dance a little. Is that all right?"

  "Of course, baby. Just take Daniel with you." My father glanced up, giving my bodyguard a stern look.

  "Thanks." I got up and waited until Tristan kissed the side of his mother's face. The guy was attractive, but no one held a candle to the bad boy who had effectively stolen my heart.