by K. S. Smith
Her head turned toward the house, and Megan glared hatefully at John before she showed herself to the front door.
Upset with her, I ran past John and straight upstairs into my bedroom. I dumped a box of clothes onto my bed and flung things left and right until I came across my itty-bitty, hot-pink, Brazilian-cut bikini. Perfect.
John was standing on the patio when I quietly came down the stairs. His body looked huge in comparison to my tiny frame. I walked up next to him and stood there at his side, still furious at Duke, my best friend, and Tripp — but mostly at myself.
John cleared his throat. “You going for a swim?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I laced my fingers with his and pulled him toward the Jacuzzi. I stepped up on the ledge so I was eye-level with him. My fingers reached for the hem of his shirt, and I began lifting it above his head until he was bare-chested in front of me. I examined his sculpted body, covered in tattoos.
“Brie, we shouldn’t be doing this.” His gruff tone spoke, but I didn’t listen.
I ran my hands down his chest and rested them on his belt buckle and agreed, “I know, but I need this. I need a distraction from all of this shit. I promise, I won’t ask to be your girlfriend. I just need someone to take my mind off everything, especially Duke.”
John’s chest rose and fell with his breathing, and I watched as his eyes closed for a moment.
Please, John, I begged inwardly.
His body remained still, eyes sealed shut. He was a good person, contrary to what Duke and Tripp thought. Apparently he wasn’t going to allow me use him as my own personal sex toy.
A heavy sigh escaped me as defeat took over. I turned away from John and stood there, half-hurt and half-thankful that I’d just been rejected. I straightened my posture and tried to figure out a way to save face, to make him forget that I’d just thrown myself at him.
But before I could turn around to apologize, the warmth of two strong hands gripped my hips, his body closing the gap between us. Relieved I hadn’t actually been rejected, I allowed myself to relax as I sank into his massive structure. My body began to tingle as one of his hands slid across me and rested between the bottom of my belly button and the top of my bikini bottoms. The other reached for the string tied around my back and pulled it loose.
A faint gasp escaped my mouth as the cool breeze pricked my skin, causing my nipples to harden.
He tugged at the string around my neck, allowing my bikini top to fall to the floor, and he shifted my body so I was facing him. His eyes took in the sight of my bare chest.
John stepped out of his boots and then threw an arm around me and hoisted me up. My legs wrapped snugly around his waist. He shimmied out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He took a giant step over the Jacuzzi ledge and sank down into the hot, bubbling water, positioning me so that I was straddling his lap.
Not wanting my nerves to get the best of me, I crashed my lips down onto his, while his huge hands massaged my breast, rolling my nipples between his thumbs. I moaned into his mouth and then flung my head back in pure bliss. John’s hands were all over me, and I could feel him growing beneath me.
My hands ran through his hair as I licked the water that’d splashed onto his neck. His body shivered beneath my tongue.
“I need this so bad,” I moaned.
John’s fingers clawed down the sides of my ribs and then pulled the strings that held my bottoms in place. He tugged at my bottoms, pulling them out from under me, and discarded them on the deck right along with my top. He forced his boxers off and gripped my hips roughly as he slipped his throbbing erection into me, filling my body.
I moved my hips as quickly as I could, needing to feel the release that was building between my legs, but John pulled out just before I had a chance to explode. He flipped me so I was leaning over the ledge of the hot tub and grabbed a fistful of my hair as he dove in for more. Instinctively, I arched my back and moaned loudly as my body began to meet each of his thrusts.
He was being forceful, but not enough to hurt. In fact, it was perfect, just what I needed as a stress reliever. My fingers slipped in between my legs as I began massaging myself while John continued pounding deeply. My breath heightened, and the sensation was unbearable. I was almost there.
John released my hair and grabbed ahold of my hips so tight I was sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow, but I didn't stop him. I craved this release, and I could tell he did as well. He shoved even deeper inside of my core and pounded relentlessly. Each forceful thrust caused my body to come even further undone, until I shattered around his erection, my insides throbbing as if they had their own pulse. I collapsed onto the ledge of the Jacuzzi, John holding himself over me, still inside of my soaking wet center.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Immediately after having sex with John, I’d felt like I’d done something wrong. He was my employee, for God’s sakes. What on earth had I been thinking? I’d spent the next few days trying to avoid him. He finally got ahold of me and demanded I have dinner with him.
“John, I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He assured me that we just needed to hash out what had happened, and we’d be back to normal, so I decided to try.
“Wow, you look really beautiful,” he said standing up from the table when I walked into the restaurant.
I smiled and thanked him. “How have you been? I’m grateful you were able to keep a low profile for the past couple days. I don’t want my father to think you aren’t capable of doing your job.” I’d lied to John, telling him that my father wanted all our security to fly under the radar for a few days as there were threats against the campaign, and he didn’t want our teams compromised. I realized it had sounded utterly stupid, but John had fallen for it, or at least he’d pretended to.
He peered across the table at me and grinned. “I’ve been good. Tired, but good. I haven’t really slept well since that night.”
I felt myself flush red and immediately tried to change the conversation. “So, did you see the basketball game last night? I heard there was a huge fight, and players are banned from the next couple of games.”
John’s expression became irritated. “No, I didn’t see the game. I don’t even watch basketball. The only thing I keep watching is a replay of the night in the Jacuzzi.”
I sighed heavily. “John, listen, you’re a great guy, but that didn’t mean anything. I needed a release, and you were there. I’m not going to get involved with another one of my security guards ever again. I’ve seen firsthand what it can do to me, and I refuse to let that happen again. I’m sorry, but we’ve got to keep this completely professional.”
His body slumped, but before I could feel bad for him, he straightened his shoulders. “You’re right. I get it.”
The rest of dinner was awkward and mostly silent. I tried talking, but John just shoveled food into his mouth every time I asked him a question. He finally walked me to my car and opened the door for me.
“I’ll see that you get home safely, and then I’m going to head home to rest up.”
I smiled at him. “Thanks.”
He followed me all the way home, and as soon as I closed the door to my house, I saw the lights of his truck trail off. I quickly climbed into my bed and snuggled up onto the pile of pillows and flipped the TV on. I fell asleep to one of my favorite shows.
A few weeks passed painfully slow as I learned how to deal with the loss of my boyfriend and best friend. Megan and I were back on speaking terms at school, but outside of campus, I still didn’t want anything to do with her. I knew it was wrong to continue to be upset with her for having hidden the fact that Duke worked for my father, but she was my best friend. She should have never kept that from me, no matter what, and I just wasn’t ready to forgive her yet.
Thursday rolled around and a few of us at school had made plans to go out Friday night, so I told John where I’d be. “Tomorrow I’ll be at McDinton’s with a few friends. I should be fine,
so feel free to take the night off.”
John stared at me unimpressed. “I’m not taking the night off. My job is to protect you. I’m coming with you.”
I shook my head, irritated, and began shouting at him. “Damn it, John, no! I do not need you up my ass. Anytime you’re with me, everyone thinks you are my boyfriend, and I am tired of being cock-blocked by you.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, pissing me off even further.
“It’s not funny, John. You are just like Duke. You care more about the damn job than you do me being happy or having a good time.”
His massive body stepped into my personal space, and John gripped my shoulders. “I’ll stop cock-blocking if you stop pretending there aren’t any feelings between us.”
I threw my hands into the air and shouted. “Feelings! John, there are no feelings for you. I told you I’d never fall for another security guard. It’s not happening.”
He tried to lean in closer to me, but I pushed him off.
“Enough, I’m done. I am so over this. You're fired, John.”
He faltered for a moment before lighting me up. “You are such a fucking tease, Brie. I should have never taken this damned job.” He stomped out of my house, and before I knew it, his truck roared as he took off down the road.
I slammed my front door, slid down the wood, and settled on the hardwood floor. “Great, now I’m going to have to find another security guard.” My head rested back against the door, and I closed my eyes. What if I just don’t hire one and let my father think John is still working for me? I smiled to myself as if I’d just discovered the eighth wonder of the world. “Great idea, Brie.”
The next day I felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. There was just something about the fact that I wasn’t being watched by anyone that made me feel more free. Granted, I knew it wouldn’t last long, and I’d better enjoy it while I could.
I rushed through my lesson plan during the last period of the day, hoping to speed up time, but no such luck. Fifty minutes dragged on, and when the bell finally rang, freeing me of students, one of the teachers who’d put together our Friday night outing swung by my classroom.
“Brie, what time are you heading to McDinton’s? There are a few of us carpooling, and I wanted to see if you’d like us to swing by your house to pick you up.”
I thought to myself for a moment, tossing the idea around in my head. If they pick me up, and I meet someone, I won’t have to leave my car at the bar. But if I don’t meet anyone, I’ll be on their schedule. I smiled politely. “I think I’ll drive myself. Thanks, though.”
****
McDinton’s was packed as tight as humanly possible, bursting with people. I’d finally made it over to my friends at the outside patio and had taken a seat next to my co-workers when a gruff voice whispered in my ear.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
I quickly averted my attention toward the voice and came face to face with a set of dark-chocolate-brown eyes. My breath instantly hitched. This man, whoever he was, was quite possibly one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen in my life. His hair was cut short, yet long enough to grip between my fingers, his body lean. I was used to Duke and John, but this man was still perfect. You could tell his physique was that of an avid runner, trim and toned in all the right places. I was just close enough to him that I could smell the scent of his delicious cologne, and it made my senses run wild.
I leaned in closer to him and replied, “I’d love a drink. I’ll take a dirty martini.”
A devilish grin took hold of his lips as he motioned for the bartender then ordered my drink of choice along with a beer for himself. His hand slipped out toward mine as he introduced himself. “I’m Blake. It’s a pleasure to meet you…” He paused, apparently for my response, and I gave him my hand.
“Brianna, but you can call me Brie.”
I spent the entire night going back and forth between my co-workers and the hot commodity who was continuously buying me drinks. As my teacher-friends began to trickle out for the night, one of the girls tried to get me to leave with them.
“Brie, we are all heading out. Why don’t you walk to your car with us, and we’ll follow you home?” she asked.
I’d already had one-too-many drinks and was loosening up, flirting with and kissing all over Blake. I slipped an arm around his neck and nuzzled into him, responding to her question. “I think I’ll hang out a bit longer. I’m not ready to go home just yet.”
Blake pulled me in closer, directly up against his firm body. “I’ll make sure she gets home okay,” he said in a sultry tone.
She rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. “Fine. Have it your way.” Then she turned on her heels and left with the rest of the group.
Blake and I stayed for at least another hour while he fed me dirty martinis the entire time. Once the tab had been paid for, he helped me off the barstool, and we made our way toward the exit. My body was barely able to function because of the amount of alcohol I’d consumed throughout the night.
Blake gave his ticket to the valet attendant, and in no time he pulled up in front of us and handed Blake the keys to a black convertible Aston Martin. I staggered to the other side and slid into the car before Blake took off.
“My house isn’t far. I’ll give you my address, and you can plug it into your GPS,” I said before my head fell back against the seat, and exhaustion and drunkenness took over.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The sound of a garage door opening woke me up, and I looked over at Blake. “Where are we?” I asked, wondering why he hadn’t taken me home.
“This is my place,” he said grinning. “I figured I’d bring you here, and then I’d drop you off at your car tomorrow.”
Not wanting to do anything but take an aspirin and get into bed, I went with it. He helped me into the house and laid me down on the couch. He sat on the edge of the couch, pulled my heels off, and began massaging my feet. He worked his way up my legs.
The massage felt amazing, each muscle in my body releasing as he rubbed it with his strong hands. I moaned in appreciation as he focused on each part of my legs, slowly making his way higher up my thighs.
Before I could stop him, Blake began working his hands up my dress. Had I not been so drunk, I might have enjoyed it, but my head was pounding like a bass drum, and I was in no shape to perform tonight.
I reached out for his hands and gripped them as I tried to maneuver them out from under my dress. “Not tonight. I just don’t feel well. My head is killing me.”
But Blake insisted and began tugging at the hem of my dress, trying to slide it up my thighs. I did my best to sober up as quickly as possible, so I could control the situation, but it just wasn’t working. Each time I tried to stop him from continuing, my body felt more and more out of it.
“Blake, please get off me!” I shouted, my words slurred, but he wouldn’t listen.
He forced his strong legs between mine and spread me open with his knees, ripping my dress clear up the middle, exposing my body.
I struggled to get out from under him, but it was like I was a bowl of Jello, unable to move.
My vision was beginning to blur just as Blake pulled his shirt over his head, leaned down against me, and ground himself against my exposed middle section.
“You don’t get to lead someone on all night and not pay for it at the end of the evening.”
I could feel the tears beginning to flow from the corners of my eyes as I begged him to get off me. “Please don’t do this,” I cried out.
But Blake slapped my face, which left a stinging sensation lingering behind. “You did this. You started this, and I’m going to finish it.”
His hand slipped between my legs, and I tried my hardest to force my thighs together to stop him, but his knees pressed harder against the inside of my thighs, forcing them open. I could now hear the sobs that were racking my body as I knew what was about to happen.
He reach
ed for my hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. “You feel that? Keep begging me to stop, and it’ll keep getting bigger.”
I shook my head and continued to fight back, but he was just too strong.
The sound of his zipper being tugged down filled my ears, and I knew that was it. There was nothing I could do to stop him. My body was limp, and he had full control.
Blake leaned down, his hot breath washing over my ear. “Feisty little bitch, aren’t you? At least those drugs are finally kicking in.”
I sobbed, screaming as loud as my body would allow, praying for someone to hear me. “Help! Please, somebody help me!” I screamed, but this time Blake punched my mouth, and instantly I could taste the blood from my busted lip.
His hands ripped my panties, and he laid his body against mine as his face hovered inches away. “No one’s going to hear your screams, except for me.” His breath washed over my face.
All of the sudden, the sound of glass shattering filled the room, and a black shadow flew over the couch and tackled Blake to the ground.
I tried to sit up to see what it was, but I couldn’t move. I was lying there, clothes ripped, face bruised and bleeding. It took everything I had to turn my head so I could look over at what I now noticed was a man on top of Blake, continuously punching his face as if he was boxing for the championship title.
Another muffled voice was at my side, and someone pulled a blanket over my exposed body. I glanced up at him and instantly recognized Tripp. He was smiling down at me like an angel sent from heaven.
He kissed my forehead. “Hey, babe. Everything’s going to be alright. You’re safe now.” Tripp wrapped the blanket all the way around me and lifted me into his arms. He held me tightly against his chest. The sobs were still escaping from deep within, but in my heart, I knew I was safe.
On our way out the front door, I heard Tripp’s muffled words tell one of the other guys, “Deal with Duke. He’s going to kill that motherfucker if we don’t stop him.”
