Security Needs (His Curvy Craving Book 2)

by Alexa Blue

  "Everything is fine, thanks, Carter. You can have the guest bedroom. Also, please wear a shirt. I don’t walk around topless, and I don’t think you should either.” His lifted T-shirt is now wrapped around his head. I can’t help but wonder if this is some sexy attempt to make me feel sorry for him.

  Carter studies my face for a few moments, and his lips curl into a grin. “Well, that’s a shame.”

  “What’s a shame?”

  “That you don’t walk around without a shirt.”

  I swallow hard. I should be scanning the room for the pot to bash his head in again, but the only thing I can focus on is the chiseled lines that define his abs.

  I also make a mental note to invest in air conditioning for my apartment. This heat is becoming uncontrollable.

  Carter takes a step forward, closing the distance between us. My heart thumps as I run my eyes further down his body. How much work does this man put in at the gym to get a body like this?

  I wipe my sweating forehead with the back of my hand. “Yeah, so you can like make yourself at home. And um… anyway, help yourself to whatever.” The hunky bodyguard takes another step forward. He is now so close to me that the warmth of his breath ripples across my neck.

  I take a step back and swallow hard. The plan was for me to get home, unwind and relax, but this man has me sweating rivers, and he's only been here for an hour.

  I shift past him, fighting to get away. “I um… I need to shower.” I head back to my room and slam my bedroom door shut once I’m in. I take in a large gulp of air. “Holy fuck,” I mumble under my breath.

  I'm not sure what protection Carter can offer me. Still, if he plans on walking around my apartment topless again, then the only protection I'll need is from this helpless rush of desire spreading between my legs.

  Chapter Four

  Carter

  It took me a few seconds to gain back my senses after having my head bashed in with a pot. Once my vision returned to normal, I took a few moments to get lost in the sight of the girl I’m supposed to protect.

  Holy fuck.

  I thought I’d be taking a ‘break’ from work, but being in the presence of someone as delicious as Britney is even harder than work.

  The real work comes with me trying to keep my hands off her.

  She handed me ice wrapped in cloth for the bruise on my head, and our eyes connected for the first time. Hell, I couldn’t lift my eyes from her, not until I took in every beautiful detail on her face.

  From the way long, silky strands of blond hair hung over her cheeks to the way her baby blue eyes sparkled when she looked back at me, Britney oozes perfection.

  The girl has a hold over me, like an unexplainable force of nature I must get more of.

  Britney’s much younger than me. She looks as though she could be in her final year of college. I’m thirty-five, so that leaves us with quite an age gap. But even that isn’t stopping the thoughts that keep popping up in my head.

  God, why is it that I’m already planning our future together? All I think about is how amazing it would feel when I’m filling her, and how I pray our babies get their looks from their mother. I’m here to protect Dennis’s daughter, not to ravish her with my eyes, imagining the curvy body hidden under those clothes.

  As if meeting her was not tough enough, being forced to sleep in separate rooms is even worse.

  I’ve had to dig up every ounce of self-restraint to stop myself from sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night. All I wanted to do was crawl up behind her and press my body into hers.

  I’m awake by 5:30 this morning. I’m usually up by 5:00 every morning, but I only managed to get to sleep around three. With all the filthy plans I have in store for Britney, my mind was plenty occupied. My feet slip into a pair of slippers, and I make my way to the bathroom in my underwear. Despite Britney’s rule, there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping with clothes on. If she catches me walking around in my briefs, then I’ll accept that as fate.

  I need a hot, steamy shower to curb the lust building up in my balls since yesterday afternoon.

  I run the hot water and allow the bathroom to steam up before stepping into the shower. I breathe out a sigh of relief as the water gently drops down my body.

  Powerful veins throb against my cock as my hand grips my girth. Hot cum oozes out of the head of my shaft, and I spread it around, using it as lubricant when I begin stroking my cock up and down.

  The only thing I think about is Dennis’s busty daughter and all the crazy things I want to do to her when suddenly a wave of obsessiveness floods over me.

  I don’t just want to protect her from the people she’s got beef with. I want to protect her from all the guys that lay their greedy eyes on her.

  My hand slaps against my balls as I tug on my shaft with increasing speed. It takes a few tugs and a tight squeeze for me to lose all control and unleash my built-up desire.

  “Fuck,” I purr. The ecstasy becomes too much for me, and the first jet of my seed streams out of me. My entire body stiffens up to prepare for four more powerful jets of cum.

  I lean back against the tiled shower, gasping for air. My vision is hazy, and I should finally feel relieved, but there is still a part of me that thinks this is not enough.

  I’m going to have to wake up every morning to relieve myself if I have any hopes of making it out of here without giving in to temptation.

  I wash up and step out of the shower once done. The only thing I see is the beads of water droplets rolling down my body. The bathroom is filled with blinding steam, making it hard to search for the towel.

  My head jerks to my left at the sound of the door handle turning.

  I stand frozen with my hands on my waist as Britney slowly strolls into the bathroom. The steam quickly escapes out the door, and within moments, I'm in full view of Britney.

  She rubs on her eyes and adjusts her vision to the light in the bathroom. She squirms as soon as she realizes she’s not alone.

  “What the fuck, Carter?” Her large eyes drop down to the cock dangling between my legs. I expect her to look away, but she remains frozen for a few moments, merely staring at my shaft. It isn’t until I speak again that she shakes her head back into consciousness.

  “Morning, Britney. Could you pass me the towel, please?”

  She snaps back into reality, and when she speaks, it's as if all hell has broken loose.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” she barks and reaches for the towel. She rolls it up into a ball and chucks it at me. “Why the fuck would you walk around naked in my apartment?”

  “I’m sorry,” I chuckle and fling the towel over my shoulder. “I’m sorry, you told me to make myself at home.”

  She’s covering her eyes behind her hand, but it's too late for that. She has already taken in a full image of my manhood. Not that I'm complaining—I'm glad my queen has seen what belongs to her.

  If anything, I hope the image of my manhood is seared into the deepest chamber of her brain. Just like how every detail of her innocent face and her sexy body is in mine.

  “Agh. What the hell has my dad put in my apartment?” she grumbles to herself, but loud enough to make sure I hear her discontent, and walks out the bathroom. “And I thought I told you not to walk around without any clothes?”

  “Would you rather I take a shower with my clothes on?” I offer.

  She lets out an irritating grunt before giving a firm “YES.”

  “If a bit of nudity disturbs you that much, you could always leave me to get dressed. Maybe even knock next time?”

  The door swings open, and she steps back into the bathroom.

  Our vision locks, and she tries holding eye contact, but her reddening cheeks and fluttering lashes give her away.

  “No,” she says, placing her hands on her hips. “This is… err… my bathroom and I’m staying. You leave.”

  I nibble on my lower lip as I slowly take a step forward. She holds her position as if to say she
will not budge. Her eyes catch me as I take another step forward. Those soft eyes are as blue as the ocean. They look as if they could pierce through my soul, and I can just imagine myself getting lost in them.

  I take another step, and I'm now almost on top of her. I have not broken eye contact, not even once. I place a hand on her shoulder and drop my head. Her body’s shaking, but she holds her position.

  Slowly, I shift my lips to her ear and reduce my voice to a husky growl as I whisper into her ear, “Good morning, beautiful.”

  I brush past her, and her elbow presses into my abs as I head out of the bathroom.

  I hear her swallowing hard, and I know I have her right where I want her.

  It has taken an intense moment alone with Britney inside her bathroom to make me realize that I have ignored my cock and every other urge I have for the last few years now. I have been so fixated on getting my life back on track and picking myself up from the mess I found myself in a few years back that I haven’t found the time for a woman. Or at least, the right woman hasn't come along.

  I rarely jerk off, and yet, within one day of being in her presence, I have just whacked off, and I'm aching to go another round.

  Yesterday, I knew what I felt for Britney is undeniable. I thought I’d find a way to control myself until she’s safe again, but after this morning’s shower, I know that’s not possible.

  She has me feeling things I can’t even explain. I’ve managed to work my way out of a lot of trying situations, but I know winning Britney’s heart will be the most rewarding.

  “Glad to see someone’s finally dressed,” Britney grumbles as she walks past me. She shifts past and finds a seat on the sofa, careful not to sit too close to me. I guess she already suspects I may not be able to keep my hands off her. Grabbing hold of the TV remote, she switches it to an old episode of Friends.

  I watch as her face lights up, and she chuckles at an episode she's probably seen a hundred times. With Britney occupied, I take a few moments to scan the rest of her apartment. She has posters of Adele all over her lounge, bathroom, and kitchen. She doesn't have many CDs, but of the five she does have, three are Adele's. I tilt my head to take in more of my surroundings when Britney interrupts my train of thought, speaking with a stern voice.

  “Mr. Carter, I know we haven’t discussed house rules as yet, but one of my rules are no sports in this apartment.” She looks straight ahead, but I catch her stealing glances at me.

  “I tell you what,” I say in a deep voice and shift closer into her.

  She gulps down a large breath of air. “What?”

  "I'll let you make the rules everywhere else in the house, and I get to make the rules in the bedroom."

  She almost gasps at my suggestion, but her words that follow leave my cock rock hard again. “Okay. Deal… But, provided your suggestions aren’t ridiculous.”

  “Oh, trust me. I wouldn’t make any rule you wouldn’t want.”

  A coy grin forms on her lips. “Wait, so that leaves me in charge of the kitchen, right?” She turns and looks at me, unable to contain her excitement.

  “Sure.”

  “Good, then as the boss of the kitchen. I place you on cooking duty. Oh, and the dishes. You can have those too.”

  I’m a step ahead of her. What she doesn’t know is that I’ve already taken out the bacon, and went searching for the pans to make us breakfast this morning. Perhaps, for supper tonight, I’ll even use her weapon of choice.

  I rest my feet on her wooden coffee table and watch as her nostrils flare. “Stop being an idiot,” she mutters as she pushes them off. I’m starting to see what my brother gets out of annoying me.

  But with Britney, I’m searching for ways to annoy her just because it means I get to feel her touch on my legs again.

  God, what I would not do for her touch to run higher up my thighs.

  “So, cupcake, you plan on telling me why you have people after you?”

  “Why cupcake?”

  Because I just want to eat you up. “Because, despite you trying to come off as feisty, there’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met under that mask.”

  She chuckles playfully and sits upright. “Ha ha ha, okay, I’ll take that as a compliment. Firstly, I’m not sure what my dad told you, but just know he can be a little dramatic.”

  “He’s just worried about you. Parents tend to do that.”

  “Mm-hmmm. Anyway, I recently published a post on my blog, You’re Beautiful, where I exposed the shady shit that Chaleur Models is involved with." She pauses but continues when she realizes she has my undivided attention. "The modeling industry is rife with drugs. Girls grow dependent on these drugs to try and keep up with the insane lifestyles expected of them. Most agencies only consider girls that have half their ribcages sticking out as ‘perfect for modeling.’ I'm lucky because I get to pursue modeling as a plus-sized girl. My mom always tries to get me to go on diets, telling me it’s because she loves me and so that I could model with some of the big names…”

  Britney stops speaking and looks at me with large eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve just been yapping on and on for quite some time now.”

  I shift closer into her until my lips are an inch away from hers. "Not at all. I could sit and listen to you speak all day.”

  Her chest rises up and down as she takes in large gulps of air.

  “I’m proud of you for standing up for what you believe in, and I will do everything in my power to protect you and make sure you’re safe. That’s a promise you can hold me to.”

  The other promise is that you will one day be my wife.

  I reach my arm behind her back, and her tensed-up muscles soften.

  A rush of heat brushes over me as I feel the warmth of her breath on my lips. Fuck, the girl oozes sex appeal. Everything about her has me utterly helpless in my feelings.

  My instinct should be to turn away, to keep my promise to Dennis and look after his daughter—nothing more. But I can't.

  Not when a woman worthy of being crowned the world’s most beautiful girl is right in front of me.

  My palms slide up her neck, and I pull her into me. Her lips quiver, shaking as I draw nearer until she eventually closes her eyes and gives in to temptation.

  I lean in and capture her lips in a kiss. Her lips are as soft as butter, and it isn’t long until I apply more pressure and work my tongue inside her mouth.

  I’ve had a hundred kisses before, but never like this. Never before has a woman set my entire body on fire with a single kiss. This is something I could get used to, and I’m just getting started.

  I won’t be satisfied until I have kissed every inch of her…

  Chapter Five

  Britney

  “What the fuck?” I shriek, crumple up the newspaper and hurl it across the room. “Fucking assholes. What a load of bullshit!”

  Carter dashes into the lounge. He gazes at me with widened eyes, as if he had just seen The Conjuring.

  “Hey… you okay?” He begins scanning the room.

  If I weren't so annoyed with the article I just read in the Eastern Times, I would pull him in to me for another kiss. The heavenly Father knows I could do with a kiss from him right about now. Carter has been living with me for a week now, and if I’m being honest with myself, I love having him around.

  I love the constant attention he gives me and how he makes me feel like the prettiest girl in the world. We’ve established that he’s much older than me; by about twelve years. But if there’s one person that doesn’t care about living up to ‘society's expectations,’ that would be me. I have spent my entire life fighting off what society expects of me, so me kissing my older bodyguard is just one more thing to add to my list.

  I have never felt safer and more comfortable with a man before, except I’m not too sure how my dad will take the news of me making out with the guy he hired to protect me.

  Carter wraps his arm around me. “What’s wrong, cupcake?”

  Oh, and I love how h
e calls me his cupcake now. It started a few days back, and from the moment I first heard it, I had no intention of stopping him. I’ve never had a cute pet name before, and I’m loving it. I’ve considered giving him a pet name as well, but Mr. Carter suits me just fine.

  I take in a few gulps of air and try to steady my breath. “So, three months back, the Eastern Times named me ‘the local girl to look out for.’ They listed me as an upcoming social media influencer of the year. I was so chaffed that I started this tradition, and now each year, someone from Eastwood will receive the honor.”

  The side of Carter’s mouth quirks upwards. “That’s amazing. So your following grows every day, and that means you have better reach to raise awareness with certain issues, right?”

  “Yeah. Except now they’ve published an article…” I let out a grunt. God, I’m so pissed I can’t even form the words to finish my sentence. “An article stating that I’m anything but a ‘positive influence’ on the thousands of millennials who will now all believe that they too can make a career out of posting images on Instagram. To make matters worse, these genital warts even went as far as to call me a fraud, and say that I’m just making money exploiting innocent young girls.”

  He pulls me in to him. “Relax, cupcake. Fuck them. It’s obviously fake news, and they have nothing better to write about. I wouldn’t be surprised if some jealous bastard paid them to write that crap.”

  That’s when it hits me hard. This has Chaleur Models written all over it. They definitely have the resources and money is not an issue for them, so bribing someone from the Eastern Times to print this crap would be a walk in the park.

  AGH!

  Carter plants a kiss on my cheek. “Relax, babe. Fuck them; they are not worth the stress. I tell you what; you had plans to help out at the orphanage today? Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll head on out? Getting outside may do you some good.”