Model Bodyguard (Haven Investigations Book 2)

by Lissa Kasey

  Ollie snorted, rubbed his cheek against mine, and pulled away just as there was a knock on the door, and a moment later it opened to reveal Duke with Jacob and a handful of guards behind them. Jacob’s eyes missed nothing, sliding from Ollie’s kiss-swollen lips to my untucked shirt and the tinted lip gloss I could still taste. Jacob stepped into the room and shut the guards out, one brow raised so high I thought it might float off his face.

  “Problem?” I asked him, trying to be nonchalant, but having to clear my throat to get the word out. Damn Ollie and his knack for short-circuiting my brain.

  He smirked. “Am I interrupting?”

  Ollie’s smile was blinding. “Nothing we can’t continue later.” He glanced at me and all I could think about was that he wasn’t wearing underwear under those little shorts. The fabric was semi-see-through, so that had to be his skin showing. Fuck me. “Are you ready to go?” Ollie asked, and the words translated into something completely different in my head.

  Thankfully Jacob responded before I could say something really stupid. “Yes. You said I could go back to your place, right?”

  “Sure. Can’t imagine it’s better than a hotel, though,” Ollie told him.

  “It is. It’s quiet. Peaceful. I think I want to check out your TV.”

  I had to look at him now. He was examining his shirt for lint that wasn’t there. “And sleep on the couch again?” I clarified.

  He shrugged. “It was a comfortable couch. Plus you have a cat. I like cats.”

  “Cats who scare the crap out of you when climbing out of the vent in the bathroom while you piss,” I pointed out. At least my cock was softening. I didn’t like the idea of walking the gauntlet through the press with a hard-on.

  Jacob flushed. “That was hella scary. I thought for sure it was some sort of monster come to eat me. I mean how does that even happen in real life?”

  “The vents are fixed now,” Ollie said. He unwrapped Jacob’s jacket from his laptop bag and handed it to him. “Cover up. We’ll need to do a bait and switch again.”

  I glance at Ollie, confused for a minute about what he meant, and still thinking of how good his ass felt in my hands. He opened the door and called Duke in, going over an elaborate plan to put Jacob in one of the five black sedans and have them all leave together, arriving at the hotel. Only Jacob would never show up at the hotel.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  I WAS surprised how smoothly the bait and switch had worked. Duke had found one of his guys who was about Jacob’s size. They’d traded clothes and the cars had left, without Jacob. Instead, he got in our SUV. I drove around for a while, watching for any sign of a tail, before heading home and parking in the garage. There were news reports about Jacob staying at the hotel and “refusing to see anyone” including his family.

  His interview was replayed a dozen times, every time ratcheting up the grief so the entire reason he was on his own was obviously because Kisten was more than just an assistant. Jacob shrugged off the idea the media promoted about him and Kisten being an item.

  “Only stupid people would think that,” Jacob said.

  Several unhappy voice mails had been left for me by Emily, Levi, and Jeremiah. They let me know in no uncertain terms that Haven Investigations was fired and would be facing a lawsuit. I wasn’t sure exactly what they would sue us for, since we’d been hired to investigate and protect Jacob, which was exactly what we were doing, but I forwarded the voice mails to Tyler and to Jacob’s lawyers anyway.

  Newt greeted us at the door with happy chirping that became content purring when Ollie scooped him up and petted him, then refilled his food and water bowls. I made a note on my phone to get one of those self-cleaning fountains for cats. It was easier than remembering to rinse out and refill the bowl all the time.

  Jacob kicked off the shoes, stripped off his shirt, and plopped down on the couch, remote in hand. All he needed to do was stuff a hand down his pants to reenact an old ’90s television show. He sighed when after a few minutes he realized we didn’t have cable. “Nothing?” He demanded. “Not even one porn channel? Giant HD TV and nothing to watch on it?”

  “Gross, no,” Ollie said. “I’ll find you stuff to watch. Just give me a second.”

  This was news to me as much as it was to Jacob since, to my knowledge, Ollie didn’t own a single DVD that wasn’t a Disney or Pixar movie. I couldn’t really picture Jacob watching Frozen or Tangled. Maybe Shrek….

  But Ollie had headed to the second floor, not his room. Nathan’s stuff? Nathan had been a huge movie buff. Everything from anime to war movies that would make my skin crawl. Did Ollie still have all of that? Stupid question. Of course he did. He hadn’t gotten rid of anything that was Nathan’s. I kept telling myself he wasn’t ready, but it might be time to start prodding him in that direction.

  He reappeared a moment later with a giant plastic storage bin that was probably made for hiding shoes under a bed or something, but was filled with movies. He set it at Jacob’s feet and popped off the lid. All anime in alphabetical order. I frowned. Were all Nathan’s things that well organized or had Ollie done that? I couldn’t imagine the movers packing his stuff up that intricately, and knew Ollie hadn’t packed any of it. Maybe he was going through it a little at a time? Why hadn’t he said anything to me? I could have helped. But maybe that was it too. He just wasn’t ready for the memories my presence would bring. Ollie had a sort of separate persona for me prior to Nathan’s death. He’d talked about me in therapy like I was a different person, though I really wasn’t. What had changed was Ollie’s view of me.

  When Nathan was alive, I was Kade: Nathan’s friend and military buddy. I was older. Someone to be respected, but off-limits. After Nathan’s death, I became Kade the investigator, former Marine, and Ollie’s boyfriend. Little things I did reminded Ollie that Nathan and I had been friends. Like the tattoo I’d just gotten, but he almost seemed to avoid the idea. Like tying us together in the past would somehow ruin our present. I’d have to bring it up in therapy, see if Jolanda could help.

  At least the movies were typical anime, not hentai or anything. I didn’t need Jacob watching porn in my living room. “I’m gonna jump in the shower in your room,” I told Ollie. It was after ten. The days went so fast lately. “You coming up?” I tried to keep all connotations out of my voice when I asked, but I really truly wanted him to come. Preferably inside of me.

  He barely glanced up as he pulled a few box sets out of the bin to hand to Jacob. “Sure. I’ll be right up.” Then to Jacob, “These are good. This one sort of messes with your head, but it’s amazing. Been years since I watched these.”

  Jacob glanced over the stack before picking one and listening to Ollie instruct him how to use the DVD player—not that it was complicated.

  I headed upstairs, hoping Ollie would follow. I had to admit to being nervous. After watching the four-minute instructional video a half-dozen times, the idea of Ollie’s little sleeve toy had me hard. Ollie showing up at the interview without underwear and practically mauling me only added to my need. Sure, I was the only one who knew it, but the entire way home I could just imagine how he’d carefully tucked himself into his shorts and likely had to readjust himself often so he didn’t have a major wardrobe malfunction.

  Sex on the brain, I took the sleeve and a bottle of lube into the shower with me, planning to clean up as thoroughly as Ollie often did. I was certainly not the easy bottom Ollie was. Ass play excited me, but I always felt tight—nervous. This evening was no exception. The instruction booklet for the sleeve had talked about the importance of the insertion rod for help getting the dildo in. However, by the time I was showered and had managed to get the bottom knot nestled far enough inside my ass that it didn’t keep popping out, I wasn’t feeling sexy at all. More awkward and unsure.

  Fuck, what had I been thinking? Ollie never needed this stuff. Most of the time all he needed was me, however he could get me.

  I dried off, took the bottle of lube back to the be
d, and lay down on my back, trying to analyze how I felt. Not so much about doing this for Ollie. It was a game, and if I didn’t enjoy it, we didn’t have to do it again. But more about how my body felt. The sleeve had filled me pretty snugly when I’d used the insertion rod. Without it, it rubbed not unpleasantly. At first, much like a regular penis, it had been uncomfortable. Now it was just sort of a presence. If I shifted my hips a little, it would rub just the right way.

  I sighed. Okay, I could see the appeal of a dildo. This particular toy was fashioned on the outside to stimulate internally perfectly. The instructions had been very specific about direction for insertion, and how the knot at the end kept it firmly inside. I lifted my knees to reach for the end of it. It was a bit of an uncomfortable angle for my hip, but a pillow solved that. The movement had my cock hardening again. If Ollie didn’t come upstairs soon, I’d have to do this without him.

  I found the hole in the end and carefully inserted my thumb. Another wiggle of my hips and shit, okay, wow. That was unexpected. I had to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from coming. Which of course is when the door opened.

  Ollie glanced toward the bedroom and froze. My cheeks burned hot. I couldn’t recall a time when I’d purposely sprawled out on his bed, naked, toy in my ass, legs spread wide, cock leaking come. I didn’t feel like a porn star, at least how I thought they should feel. I didn’t feel that confident. Would he think I was silly? Trying too hard? I didn’t bottom that much. Maybe Ollie didn’t care to top as much as he led me to believe.

  My cock began to soften, but Ollie crossed the sitting area, entered the bedroom, and slid the screen shut behind him. He stripped off his shirt and was out of his shorts before I could suck in another breath of doubt. “Leave the hose,” I begged him, the lace against his gold skin so beautiful.

  “It will irritate your scars,” he whispered, but crawled across the bed to kneel between my knees, nude except for the lace encasing his long legs. He leaned forward and took me into his mouth, swallowing around me, his throat working at my length before coming back up. It was too much.

  “Fuck me,” I begged him. “I’m going to come if you don’t.” My body was reacting to the stimulation by clenching around the sleeve. The gel-like outside warmed to my body and responded by contracting and releasing as my body did. I gripped the sheets. “I planned for this to be more of me seducing you and revealing a sweet little surprise rather than laying it all out right away,” I admitted.

  He smiled. Licked away the come leaking from my cock and slid a hand over my balls. Just the barest of touches, ghosted over my taint, but I couldn’t stop from bucking my hips.

  “Holy fuck.”

  “Designed by men, for men,” Ollie reminded me. He slid a long slim finger into the center of the sleeve, expanding it, forcing all the little nubs and bumps to rub the inside of me.

  “Geniuses.”

  He withdrew his finger, and I let out a sigh of relief. I could hold back from coming for a few moments longer. Ollie picked up the lube and poured a big dot into his palm, dropped the bottle, then rubbed his hands together, slicking them both. One hand went to my cock, the other to his. I trembled at the idea that he’d be in me soon with this barrier between us, but made for pleasure. He was much larger than a finger, though I wasn’t sure I had his capacity to stretch. The more he worked his hand over me, the more I trembled, and my ass clenched around the sleeve.

  Ollie leaned forward to kiss my lips, and steal my escaping curses. “Fast or slow?” he asked.

  “I don’t know.” I really didn’t. There was too much sensation. The knot inside pressed against my opening and there was a handful of beads or something that kept wiggling against my prostate. Ollie’s fingers worked my cock, tickled my balls, and I felt the head of him teasing against my taint, and then lightly at the opening of the sleeve, where the pressure would begin for a minute and then recede.

  I sighed. “Just… in me please. Fuck. I feel like I’m going to blow any second.”

  Ollie kissed me again, the lace of his hose rubbing my inner thigh. It didn’t matter that my right leg was still at a bad angle that made my hip hurt. I could have fucking flown if he’d asked me to at that moment. “Might be a twofer,” he said into my lips.

  Not likely. It had never happened before, not for me. But I’d let Ollie do whatever he needed so long as he would “Fuck me.”

  The pressure intensified for a minute, almost becoming too much. The knot stretched around the head of him until finally he passed that ring and hit the area tickling my prostate. I screamed and came. There was no stopping it. The sensations were all too much. Lights flashed in my brain as my body convulsed around him, drawing him deeper, while covering my chest in a puddle of warmth. He continued to work me, not letting me completely soften, and my body seemed to go along with it, since my ass still wriggled and clenched him, driving the nubs and thickness of our union so deeply into me I could barely breathe.

  It took a few minutes of letting my body adjust and my heart settle a little to realize Ollie was fully seated inside me, but lying across my chest to stare into my face. His expression was thoughtful, fingers tracing my cheeks. Wiping away tears I had no idea had fallen. He kept his lower body very still, though I could feel the heft and heat of him inside me.

  “You’re amazing,” he told me.

  I wasn’t the amazing one, but I was beyond words.

  He pulled his hips backward slowly, sliding through the sleeve, and I felt every bit of it. “Beautiful,” he told me, shoving back in. I reached up to grip the headboard, sucked in a deep breath as he began a slow rhythm that made my balls ache and my dick leak come again. I didn’t think it was possible, and maybe it wasn’t. Maybe I had passed out from the amazing sex and was dreaming this round.

  Ollie adjusted the pillow under my leg, taking the weight off my hip and even pushing it gently to the side to give him more room. His expression was intense, eyes focused on mine, his teeth battering his lower lip in concentration. I reached up and yanked him down to me, forcing my tongue into his mouth the way his cock rode my body.

  We both dripped with sweat, slick but flowing together. Ollie’s small grunts and curses were music to my ears as my body sang, gripping him, trying to hold him inside each time he slid home. My hand rested on the back of his neck, holding him to me. His racing heart beat against mine, shoulders tightening. He was close, very close, but so was I. I was right on the edge of a second explosion. The first of my life. I hoped it didn’t kill me, but figured at least I’d die happy in Ollie’s arms.

  Ollie came first. His heat warmed the sleeve, filling it until it spilled around him and out, around me. His thrusts were erratic, and that was okay because I screamed his name, came, and saw stars. The world circled in a bright flash of colors for a few seconds until the room came back into focus. Everything was silent except for the sound of our breathing. He slid out of me, and I couldn’t help the way my body tried to grab him and hold him inside me. He carefully removed the sleeve from me, and I wanted to go after him when he got up to disappear into the bathroom, only I wasn’t sure my legs would work yet.

  He returned a moment later with a warm washcloth and wiped me down. I smiled at him. “You’re so beautiful. I love you,” I told him, finally getting my brain to function.

  “You only say that because I fuck you,” Ollie teased.

  “Only,” I grumbled. “Are my legs still attached? I think I’ve lost feeling in them.”

  He ran a silky lace-covered thigh over the unscarred leg. “Feel that?”

  I hissed. “Yes. But I don’t think I have another one in me.”

  His smile was huge. “Twofer.”

  I mock growled at him. “You only came once. Come sit on my face so I can finish you again.”

  He laughed, but I put my hands on his butt and guided him upward. Ending the night with two orgasms and the taste of Ollie in my mouth was more than I ever thought to ask for.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

>   I WAS up before Ollie the next morning, showered, and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Well, coffee. Coffee was sort of breakfast before breakfast. I watched it brew and listened to the heavenly gurgling. Jacob rose like the dead behind me and disappeared into the bathroom for a minute. At least he closed the door and it sounded like he washed his hands.

  I poured a cup just as he was coming out.

  “Can I have some?” he asked me.

  I shrugged and nodded to the pot, then went to the fridge to find the coconut creamer and sugar.

  “You know more than just your cat travels through vents,” Jacob told me deadpan as he drank his cup of coffee black.

  It took me at least four good gulps of coffee before I understood what he meant, and then I swallowed wrong and choked.

  He pounded my back. “Thought after what I heard last night, you’d be better at swallowing.”

  I glared at him through the hacking burn of coffee down the wrong pipe. “Fucking, Elias,” I growled at him.

  “Take it like a man, Alme, but then I guess you do. Don’t you? Fuck me, Ollie.”

  “Keep it up and I’ll drop you off at the hotel to fend the press off on your own. I’ve already heard your brother’s perspective on bottoming. Not my fault you guys are missing out.”

  Jacob studied me a minute. “Yeah? Jeremiah is a dick. He thinks with his. I say do whatever gets your rocks off. Isn’t my place to judge.”

  “Funny how you knew exactly which brother I was talking about.”

  “Yeah. I know my siblings. I know everyone. All their dark and dirty secrets.”

  “Yet you don’t threaten them, or use it to control them,” I pointed out. “You could get them all to give you a little space.”

  He sighed. “I should. Shouldn’t I? I’ve let them get away with stuff for a long time. I keep thinking, what if I do what I need to make me happy? Is that so bad?”

  “So long as you’re not hurting anyone else, I don’t see why it would be.”