Guarding Her Body

by Olivia T. Turner

  But he wasn’t interested. He was tight and awkward the entire time, like he was afraid to talk to me. It was only when he dropped me off at the dorms when we finally had the connection that I craved so much.

  He scribbled down his phone number on a paper and placed it in my hand. “Candice,” he said, cupping my hand with his two big palms. I felt so small as his powerful hands swallowed mine.

  His dark eyes met mine and my mouth became moist as I pictured leaning in and kissing his soft lips. I could barely breathe in the car under his gaze like that. I would have gone anywhere with him at that moment. I would have done anything he asked.

  “Here’s my number,” he said in his deep raspy voice that sent warm shivers flowing through me. “If you need anything. Anything. Call me. Day or night.”

  I needed something right then but I was too afraid to ask and unfortunately, he kept his pants on.

  That was two years ago but I still have that number memorized. That paper is still under my pillow beside the picture that I stole from my Dad’s photo album of Logan in his military uniform. I don’t know how many times I touched myself while staring at it.

  “Thirty seconds!” the cop says, banging on the window again.

  I straighten up in my seat and start dialing.

  There’s a pain in my chest as I do what I’ve dreamed of doing every night for the past two years: call Logan and ask him to come save me.

  It’s the middle of the night and after a few rings a groggy voice picks up the phone. “Hello.”

  I picture him lying naked in his bed, his hard beautiful body lit up by the rays of the moonlight drifting in through the window.

  “Hi Logan,” I say.

  His heavy breathing stops.

  “It’s me.”

  Chapter Two

  Logan

  My dick is rock hard as I hang up the phone.

  Just the sound of Candice’s sweet innocent voice in my ear is enough to get my cock raging.

  “Fuck,” I groan as I sit up in bed.

  It’s the middle of the night and I was in a deep sleep but just the thought of my Candice scared and locked in jail has me exploding off the mattress and flying around the room in a rush of adrenaline.

  I throw on my jeans and a tight shirt and race out of the house. She hasn’t seen me in two years and I would like to take a few minutes to smooth out my hair and make sure I’m looking good for her but there’s no time. Her safety is the most important thing to me anyway. More than my looks.

  It’s late and the neighborhood is asleep but that doesn’t stop me from peeling out my driveway, probably waking half of my street up as my tires squeal in protest.

  “Fuck.” Her voice is haunting. It makes me harder every time I replay it in my ear.

  I get to see her. I can’t believe it. It’s been so long.

  The need to see her is ripping at me. It’s clawing at me like an out of control beast. My foot is slammed onto the gas pedal, wedged to the floor and I’m still frustrated that I’m not getting there fast enough. I’m pissed at the world that I can’t see her immediately.

  Candice is my secret obsession. But it’s starting to get out of hand.

  I want her.

  And no matter how many times that I tell myself that she’s too young, she’s too innocent, or that she’s my best friend’s daughter, my need for her grows.

  But lately, it’s been growing out of control.

  The late night drive-bys, the social media stalking, the campus visits.

  This obsession is beyond me now. It’s taken on a life of its own like a raging beast. It’s consumed me.

  And I can’t stop.

  My sweet, innocent Candy. I even got a tattoo of a piece of candy on the inside of my arm in her honor. It’s hidden in the others but every time I see it, it calms me and settles me down. I just love knowing that it’s always there with me. I’d rather she be the one who’s always there, but this is all I possess.

  I peel around the corner, just barely missing the curb as I speed onto the main road toward the police station. It’s killing me that I’m still ten minutes away.

  I take a long deep breath to calm myself but it doesn’t work.

  The last time we spoke was when I drove her from her house to her new dorm room on campus. She was seventeen. Too young. Too innocent for what my filthy mind dreamed up for her.

  I still remember the car ride like it was yesterday. She was wearing these tight little shorts that made my dick ache the entire way. I tried not to glance at the smooth milky skin of her soft thighs but we were in the car for two hours and I’m not that strong. Her white tank top was loose and baggy and every time she looked out the window, I would glance down at her round, supple tits, jiggling with every bump and making me dizzy.

  It took everything that I had not to pull the car over and ravage her on the spot. But she wasn’t legal. I shouldn’t have been looking at her like that but she was an angel to me. A perfect fucking angel.

  I can still picture every detail. Her brown hair was flowing in the wind, occasionally tickling my cheek and teasing me in the cruelest possible way. Her flawless face would light up with a smile with every joke, her bright innocent green eyes shining as she looked up at me. Every movement of her soft pink lips had my pulse spiking and my heart racing. I was a mess with her beside me. Consumed with both desire for her ripe body and guilt for wanting this underage beauty in the dirtiest possible ways.

  I’ve been living with this intense desire for years. I haven’t told anyone. But who could I tell? My best friend who is also Candice’s father?

  That wouldn’t go over too well.

  If Brian knew that I had these feelings for her, I’d be a dead man. It wouldn’t matter that I saved his life back in Iraq.

  That was when we became friends. We were on patrol and gunfire erupted out of nowhere around us. Brian took a shot in the leg and crumpled to the ground. Three insurgents ran out of hiding and grabbed him. He tried to fight back but the largest one kicked his teeth in as they dragged him away.

  I exploded out from behind the Humvee and took them all out with only my knife. I stabbed the first one in the back, stopping his heart before he even knew that I was there. Next, I sliced the throat of the large guy and then sank my blade to the hilt in the third guy’s chest. I still remember his eyes widen as his mouth dropped open, staring at me as the life left his eyes.

  Brian and I had been best friends ever since. He tells me all of the time that he owes me his life.

  I don’t want his life. I want his daughter.

  The yellow light ahead of me turns red but I blow through it anyway. I’m not slowing down until I see her face. It’s the only thing that calms me anymore.

  Sometimes when I’m feeling worked up from thinking about my Candy, I drive by the campus to try and catch a glimpse of her. I rarely do and it usually makes me feel worse as I start to think about her with those college boys.

  Candice deserves a real man.

  A real man who will touch her properly. A real man who will treasure and treat her like the angel that she is.

  A real man like me.

  The police station is up ahead and I can barely contain myself. My heart is hammering in my chest as the intense feelings start to crush me.

  The thought of her in jail is starting to make me crazy. I want to smash through the wall with my car and slit the throats of all the cops who thought that they could lock my angel up like an animal. The need to protect her is surging through my veins. I take a deep breath as I squeeze the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turn white.

  But I want more than just to protect her. I want to own her.

  I want to bring her back to my place and never let her go. I want to make her mine. I want to claim her.

  “Control yourself,” I whisper out loud as I burn another red light on my way to her. “This is going too far.”

  But somehow it feels like it hasn’t gone far enough.

  She
isn’t mine, yet, and I should go as far as I have to go to make that a reality.

  The hairs on my tattooed arms raise when I see the police station in the distance. I can’t get there fucking fast enough.

  I burn through a red light and pull up onto the grass. I throw the car into park not wanting to waste precious seconds that I could be with Candice on finding a parking spot.

  The policeman at the reception desk whips his head up from the book that he’s reading as I burst into the station like the world is on fire.

  Candice is in trouble and needs saving, which means that my world is on fire.

  “Candice Murphy. Where is she?” My voice is rough and firm. The cop doesn’t like it.

  “How about a please?” he says, taking off his reading glasses. He shoves a book under his desk.

  This man is reading while Candice is behind bars? I clench my hands into fists as I stare him down. An image of me grabbing his gun and putting a bullet in his head for keeping my Candice locked up flashes through my mind.

  I take a step back and breathe nice and slow, trying to calm the raging inside. Violence isn’t going to help this situation.

  “Get me, Candice Murphy. Please.” I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice nice and steady.

  “That’s better,” he says, giving me a forced smile. He turns to the computer on his desk and starts typing. “Are you here to bail her out?”

  “Yes.”

  “The bail is twenty-five thousand dollars,” he says, blinking at me. “Would you like to call a bail bondsman?”

  I pull out my wallet and toss an American Express black card on the reception desk. His eyes widen as he takes it, turning it around in his fingers to admire the thick metal card. “This will work.”

  “Hurry up.”

  He stops and turns to me, not liking my attitude one bit, but the look that I’m giving him makes him drop his eyes and hurry away.

  I pace around the entrance like a caged beast, wanting to tear the walls down to get to her. There are empty chairs in here but I’m too amped up to sit. The excitement of seeing her again is too much to handle.

  In a few minutes, she’s going to be in my car again. We’ll be alone, again.

  The thought alone makes my muscles quiver. It makes heat flush through my tense body.

  I’ve wanted her for so long. Ever since Brian’s wedding when I saw her in that pink dress. I was instantly hard when I saw her tight body, fresh out of puberty with all of those new soft curves that I desperately wanted to explore.

  She was so fucking innocent. I wondered if she had ever been touched in the way that I was fantasizing about. I wanted to be her first. I wanted to break her cherry.

  My cock ached as I spoke with her, watching her silky pink tongue dart around behind those luscious pink lips and straight white teeth.

  Then we danced. It was too close. People were watching out of the corners of their eyes but I didn’t care. I knew what they were thinking: I shouldn’t have been dancing with her like that. I totally agreed, yet I couldn’t stop myself. She felt too good in my arms.

  I can still remember the coconut smell of her hair and how it made my dick painfully hard. I went out to the pharmacy and smelled dozens of shampoos before I found the one that she used. For months, I rubbed it on my cock in the shower and jerked off, thinking of her as I smelled her scent.

  How many times have I jerked off to the image of her on the back of my eyelids?

  I don’t know the number but it’s got to be in the four figures. At least.

  The cop returns with Candice and my heart stops in my chest when I see her.

  “Here you go,” the cop says with a laugh. “Twenty-five thousand dollars buys you a brand new criminal.”

  I would spend a million on her.

  She looks even more stunning than I remember. I was worried that all of this fantasizing and dreaming of her was just building up an image of her in my mind that no girl could possibly live up to, but that’s not the case at all.

  Candice is perfect.

  Her brown hair falls around her gorgeous face, framing it as her doe-like green eyes lock onto mine under her lush, dark lashes.

  All of the other distractions melt away, the smirking cop, the ringing phones, the radio in the background, they’re all gone. How can I focus on anything with an angel standing in front of me?

  Her eyes drop to the floor. I’m not sure if it’s out of embarrassment or because she feels uncomfortable with the intense way that I’m staring at her.

  I start to get lightheaded as I drag my eyes down her sweet body. She’s dressed up like she was at a party and the thought of her around drunk frat guys makes my teeth start grinding.

  “Fuck,” I mutter. She’s wearing a low-cut crop top with her big tits pouring out the top and a short skirt that skims the curve of her hips.

  She’s hypnotizing. Utterly perfect.

  The cop pulls out his keys and begins to unlock the cuffs behind her back.

  “Ow,” she whines. He’s too rough with her.

  Before I know it, I’m rushing forward with murder on my mind.

  She pulls her hands free and stops me before the cop sees the nasty intention on my face. “Thank you for coming,” she says softly. She has her palm on my chest. I wonder if she can feel how hard my heart is beating for her.

  I just grab her wrist with a firm grip and pull her out the door. I’m acting like a lunatic as I practically drag her to my car but I don’t care. I won’t be able to relax until she’s safe at my house where I can keep my eye on her.

  I open the door for her and she slides into the passenger’s seat. I have a perfect view of her cleavage as I stand over her and it takes everything I have not to rip off her clothes at that instant. The only thing stopping me is the thought of someone seeing her and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let any other man lay his eyes on her naked tits.

  No one is ever going to see her naked again but me. She’s the most precious, perfect, innocent little thing I’ve ever seen in my life and from now on she’s mine and mine alone.

  Stop.

  I close the door and slowly walk around the car, taking deep breaths with every step.

  This is Brian’s little girl. You can’t.

  But still, even if she is my best friend’s daughter, I’ve seen the way she looks at me. I’ve seen the desire behind those sparkling green eyes.

  She wants me too.

  No.

  This has gone on too far.

  You’re losing control.

  It’s not right to have these thoughts.

  I take a deep breath as I open my door, trying to think of my best friend and how all of this would make him feel. What it would do to him.

  My chest is burning as I step into the car. The inside is filled with her candy scent, making me harder than ever.

  I close my eyes and turn the car on, never looking at her once.

  How can I not act on these feelings?

  But it’s my best friend’s daughter.

  I have to try.

  Chapter Three

  Candice

  Oh no.

  It’s so awkward in here.

  Logan keeps shifting around, looking furious. He peels out of the police station like he just robbed a bank and is leaving with a fortune.

  He’s upset.

  And why shouldn’t he be? He hasn’t heard from me in two years and out of the blue I call him in the middle of the night and ask him to bail me out of jail. Of course, he’s pissed.

  I lean back so that I can look at him out of the corner of my eyes. He’s so hot. His arms are bigger than the last time I saw him, like he’s been hitting the gym more. His sleeves end high on his arm, showing off his big tattooed biceps and the curved line of his panty melting triceps. I squeeze my legs closed as I feel wetness pooling between them. I’ve pictured this moment so many times, sitting beside Logan in his car, but it wasn’t like this.

  He never looked mad in my fantasies. />
  His posture is so rigid as he sits straight up in the seat with his eyes on the road. He’s breathing heavy and he still hasn’t said a word.

  “I’m sorry.” It comes out as a timid whisper.

  He turns his head abruptly and looks at me with piercing dark eyes that send shivers ripping through me. He’s so intense. He looks furious.

  I’ve been planning this for so long but I fucked it all up. I’ve had a crush on him forever and now, any slim chance that I had is gone.

  I even named my vibrator Logan after him. “Logan,” I always moan as I fuck myself with it, pretending it’s his cock.

  “You can just drop me off here,” I say, feeling awful. My stomach is nauseous and I just want to run home and hide under my covers in embarrassment. “I’ll take the bus home and I’ll pay you the money tomorrow.”

  “No. You’re staying at my place tonight.”

  His voice is gruff. Deep, raspy and full of sex and lust. It makes my pussy pulse in response.

  I swallow hard as it gets hot inside the car. Electricity sizzles through the air, threatening to burn us both.

  His big arms flex as he squeezes the steering wheel and I gulp. Arousal swirls through me, settling between my legs.

  I want him so bad.

  But he won’t ever want me. I’m just a girl to him and he’s a real man. He’ll only ever look at me like I’m Brian’s little girl.

  He flies through two stop signs without saying another word.

  “Are you going to tell my Dad?”

  He shakes his head, still not even looking at me. Still not saying a word.

  I’d rather he yell and scream at me, or give me a speech about how I let myself and my family down, rather than give me the silent treatment.

  This is too much to bear.

  I’ve waited so long to see him and having him ignore me is breaking my heart.

  I gulp as I turn to him. “Are you mad?”

  “Mad?” The car swerves as he jerks his head toward me, looking shocked. His arms are so jacked as he holds onto the wheel like he doesn’t trust himself to let his hands go free around me. “I would never be mad at you.”