Protected by the Bodyguard

by Bailey Rock

  Well, a girl and a woman. Honey may have been a girl in high school, but she’s all woman now. Her curves and smile are sexy as hell.

  She and Brittany are still standing by the stage, along with a few other stragglers. Some of the fans look up when I walk through the thinning crowd, and once I feel someone reach out and take my arm, but I shake them off.

  I have my eyes on Honey, and there isn’t anything in this world that can stop me. Brittany sees me first and points, and Honey turns to look at me, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.

  Without thinking about what I’m doing, I walk up to her and wrap her in my arms. She stiffens at first and then relaxes, allowing me to tuck her body close to mine. Her head fits perfectly under my chin, and I can feel her heart pounding in her chest.

  It feels right.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” I ask, not moving, not letting her go. She has her arms wrapped tightly around my body and doesn’t shift back when she answers.

  “It was a lot of fun, but I was mostly looking forward to getting to see you, so when he came back out for his third encore, I wanted to scream.”

  “It was incredible!” Brittany is bouncing up and down, she’s so excited. “I loved it, and don’t let Honey fool you, she was dancing with the rest of us.”

  At this, I shift back and move Honey so I can look down into her face. “You were dancing? I’d love to see that,” I tell her. Her green tank top can barely control her when she’s standing still, so I can only imagine what her gorgeous curves would look like if she were dancing around.

  It’s enough to make me start getting hard again.

  She blushes hard, and pulls back, but I don’t let go. She’s nuts if she thinks that I’m going to give her up that easily.

  “I wasn’t dancing,” she says, more to Brittany than to me. “I was merely bobbing my head to the music.”

  Brittany laughs. “You don’t have to lie, Honey,” she says. “I saw you, and so did the guys over there.” She points and I turn to look.

  There’s a few guys standing off a little ways from us, watching. One in particular is staring at Honey. He’s a good-looking guy, but I can’t stand the way he seems to be undressing her with his eyes. She’s mine.

  He catches me looking and starts walking over to us, but I’m not going to give him a chance to say anything. Without really thinking about what I’m doing, I tilt Honey’s head up to me and kiss her.

  Her soft mouth opens easily under mine, and I slide my hand from her chin to the back of her head, holding her in place. I run my tongue along her bottom lip before nibbling it gently. She lets out a low moan and I shiver, trying to control myself.

  I better get somewhere private with Honey before I explode and lose all control. I pull back and see how hard she’s breathing. Her eyes are locked on mine, and although I can’t quite read what’s in them, I have a pretty good idea of what she’s thinking.

  Kissing her like this in high school would have been a mistake, but now it’s the right thing to do, and I don’t want to stop.

  Chapter 3

  Honey

  I can’t stop thinking about the kiss.

  I mean, I’ve been kissed before, plenty of times, but not like that. Not like my panties were about to dissolve off of my body and I was going to stop breathing if he ever stopped kissing me. If I had known in high school that Damon could kiss like that then I would have been a lot more annoying about trying to spend time with him.

  Brittany and Michael are deep in conversation about how the concert went, but I have a feeling that pretty soon they won’t be just talking. Damon and I are back on our chairs where we were sitting before the show when I yawn.

  “Bored?” He teases, and I roll my eyes at him.

  “Exhausted,” I correct. “I think that I could fall asleep right here.” The only thing that’s really keeping me awake is remembering what an incredible kisser he is.

  “You need to head home? You did promise me a cookie baking session tomorrow, so you need to make sure that you’re well rested.” He leans forward and runs a finger up my arm before resting his hand on my shoulder.

  I find it really hard to concentrate when he touches me, and I wonder if he knows the effect he has on me.

  “She’s my ride.” I point to Brittany, who is now staring into Michael’s eyes. Yep. They aren’t going to be around much longer. “We drove together, but I guess I could call an Uber, because I don’t think she’ll be ready to go home anytime soon.”

  “No, I’ll drive you,” Damon says, standing up and stretching. My mouth waters as I see his shirt pull up, exposing a bit of his hard and flat stomach. Oh, damn, he is sexy.

  “You don’t have to do that,” I say automatically, although I really want him to. I wouldn’t mind him driving me home and then spending the night if it meant that I would get to run my hands up his stomach. “I’m sure you have to stay and finish out your bodyguard duties.”

  “Oh, they’re done.” He glances over at Brittany and Michael, and laughs. “I think that he has found someone else who is perfectly willing to guard his body while I spend some time with you.” Before I can stop him, he’s walked over to Michael, filled him in, and then come back to me.

  Brittany shoots me a grateful smile. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Honey,” she calls, and then turns back to Michael.

  Great. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time alone with Damon, it’s just that I don’t want to do something stupid.

  Although…would it be stupid? I’ve known him for years. We were close in high school and being with him feels comfortable.

  It feels more than comfortable. Somehow it feels right.

  I decide I’m not going to worry about it. Chances are good that he’s just doing this out of the goodness of his heart, although when I look over and see his cock pressing against his jeans, I begin to doubt that.

  Maybe there’s something more here.

  “Okay,” I say, breathing deeply. “Okay, I’d love a ride home. I don’t live too far from here, so you won’t have to worry about being out late.”

  “Sweet Honey,” he says, walking over to me and cupping my cheek. “I work for a rockstar. Don’t be so silly into thinking that you could keep me out later than he does. Although,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb gently across my bottom lip, “I think that you and I would have a lot more fun, don’t you?”

  Oh, crap. I’m in trouble now.

  Now I can’t stop thinking about keeping Damon up all night.

  Now I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like for him to keep me up all night.

  If I wanted to guard my heart from being broken again, then I’m doing a really horrible job of it.

  Damon is slowly worming his way into my heart.

  Apparently there’s more room in there than I would have thought.

  Damon

  Honey was right – she doesn’t live very far away from the venue, which disappoints me somewhat, as I wanted to have more time with her in the car. She’s chatty, even though I can tell that she’s tired, but when we pull up into her driveway, she falls silent.

  “Do you have to go?” She asks, finally, and I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding.

  I could sit and listen to her talk all day and night, but I have to be honest with myself and admit that I want something more from her. Since I saw her standing behind the barricade with Brittany, I have wanted to know what it would be like to take her for my own.

  Hell, if I’m being honest with myself, I wanted to know what it would have been like to kiss her when we were both still in high school. Things were just different then, and I couldn’t.

  But now there’s nothing stopping me.

  “I can come in, if that’s okay with you.” I feel shy, like we’re on a date, and I have to remind myself that we’re older now. There’s nobody waiting up to see if I drop her off at home on time. There’s nobody here but us, and that’s just the way I like it.

  She n
ods. “I’d like that,” she says. I wonder if she’s thinking about the kiss we shared after the concert. I know that I am, and the feeling makes me warm. It’s all I can do to concentrate on getting out of the car, but in just a moment we are at her front door and she’s unlocked it.

  I don’t think that I can stop myself, and before she even has the light turned on, I shut the door and slide my hands around her waist, pulling her in to me. There’s a soft glow from a light in the kitchen, but other than that, the house is dark.

  “Honey,” I whisper into her hair, “you are incredible.”

  She leans into me and I can feel her rise up onto her tiptoes to kiss me.

  Maybe she wants this as badly as I do.

  I dip my head to meet her, pulling her forward with pressure on her back. Her lips part easily under mine, like we have kissed for years, not like this is something new. She tastes familiar, and I slide my tongue easily into her mouth.

  My heart is pounding so loudly that I’m surprised she hasn’t commented on it, but she’s too busy sliding her hands up my sides.

  I feel her gently squeeze my hips, and I thrust them into her. My hard cock presses against her soft curves, and she pauses, moaning into my mouth.

  That does it.

  I bend my knees and throw her over my back in a fireman’s carry. She protests, but I shoulder her easily. “Which was is your room?” I ask. My voice is husky and deep. I hear the longing in it, and I’m sure that she does, too.

  “To the left,” she manages, and I turn that way, striding purposefully out of the living room. I can barely see the hall and follow it down until it ends, then turn into her room before flicking on the light.

  The entire room lights up and I toss her gently onto the bed. She scrambles to sit and reaches for me, pulling me forward by my hands. I come to her, willingly. I need this.

  I need her.

  But as much as I want to bury myself in her, I have to make sure that I am taking care of her. I don’t want her to feel like I took advantage of her. I gently press on her shoulders, making her fall back onto the bed.

  “Is something wrong?” Her voice is quiet and concerned, and I shake my head.

  “Nothing. I just want to taste you first.” She kicks her shoes off at that, and I pull off her jeans before admiring the view in front of me.

  She has on polka dot underwear, and I laugh as I pull them off. The real prize is hidden under them. They’re damp, and I toss them onto the floor, excited by her smell.

  “Are you sure?” She asks, but I don’t answer. I just pull her legs so that she’s closer to the edge of the bed and drop down, kissing and nibbling my way up her curvy thigh. She moans and leans back, and I slow my pace, wanting to prolong this for her.

  Finally, I can’t hold back any longer.

  I lick slowly along her lips, parting them and tasting her before flicking her clit with my tongue. She responds by moaning and arching her hips, and I gently slide a finger into her, crooking it so that I can stroke her.

  “Damon,” she moans. She’s all I can hear and feel. As she rocks her hips up to me, I find my rhythm, gently lapping her and rubbing her clit at the same time.

  It’s taking all of my self-control not to strip down and bury myself as deep as possible in Honey, but I know that this is what she needs. It’s what she deserves, at least.

  Honey’s legs start to tighten around my head and I can feel her muscles shake. I know that she’s getting close, so I don’t change anything.

  I let my tongue slip over her wet folds and keep rubbing her clit, adding a bit more pressure to make it more explosive. It’s working. Her excitement has me hard as a rock, and my cock is throbbing against the front of my jeans as I lick and rub Honey.

  “Damon, you’re going to make me come,” she moans.

  Damn right, I am. I intend to make her come every single day for the rest of her life, if she’ll let me.

  I slip another finger into her, and that’s what puts her over the edge. She falls apart around me, all of her muscles tight around my head, and cries out my name.

  I keep pressing on her clit, helping her ride out her orgasm, enjoying the gush of her juice as she comes. As fast as I’m licking and lapping, I’m getting soaked. She smells and tastes amazing.

  When she finishes, she curls up on the bed. Standing there for a moment, watching her, it’s hard to believe that there was ever a time when she wasn’t in my life. Before I throw back the covers and slide her up into bed, I slip out of my jeans.

  “Damon?” She asks sleepily, pressing her ass into me as I curl around her. I feel a throb as she does, and I have to focus on what she is saying. If I don’t, I may rip off my boxers and take her right now in this bed.

  “You okay, Honey?” Her hair is in my face and I sit up to brush it out of the way. From here, I can see that her cheeks are lightly flushed and her eyes are closed. She’s fighting sleep, and losing.

  “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  Her request is simple, but means a lot.

  “Of course. Now get some sleep.” We curl up together and I can feel her body relax as sleep takes her, but I’m awake a long time, running my hands over her curves and thinking.

  Chapter 4

  Honey

  I love sleeping in on Saturdays. It’s the only morning where I don’t feel rushed, like I have to get up and start the morning off early. I’m sure that I’m not the only teacher who feels this way, so I roll over at 7 am and stretch, and I’m feeling pretty relaxed.

  But I think that something’s wrong. I’m still in my tank top from last night and my legs are freezing, like I didn’t put on pajama pants. Rather than leaping out of bed and trying to figure out what happened, I lay very still.

  Thinking.

  Suddenly, it all comes back to me. Brittany and Michael. Seeing Damon. Kissing Damon. Oh, God, bringing Damon home with me. My heart pounds and I sit up in a fluster, looking around for him, but I’m alone in bed.

  Did I imagine it?

  No, I definitely didn’t. There’s a pounding in my chest that I can’t ignore, and I know that it’s coming from seeing the way Damon looked down between my legs. The magic he did with his tongue and fingers.

  Oh, shit.

  What have I done, and where is he?

  Throwing back the covers, I hope out of bed and pull on my pajama pants, thinking hard. Maybe he feels like he made a mistake. I mean, honestly, the man could easily land any woman he wanted to, so it’s a little far-fetched that he would want me.

  He looks like he walked out of a casting call for models, and I’m the poster girl for running a bakery. Sexy guys like that don’t settle down with curvy girls like me, no matter what type of history they have.

  I’m about to start feeling really bad for myself when I hear a loud bang from the kitchen. Immediately, my heart is pounding and I look around for my cell phone to call for help. It’s nowhere to be seen, and I realize that I must have dropped it in the living room when we came home last night.

  Crap.

  Slowly I stand up and walk to the door of my room, open it, and peek out. The banging is louder now, but I’m also hit with another smell – bacon. And coffee. Really good coffee, from the way it smells, not that cheap crap that I’m always forced to buy thanks to my teacher budget.

  Walking down the hall, I take my time. Even though by now I’m convinced that Damon must be in my kitchen, making breakfast, it feels like a dream. As long as I walk slowly, there’s very little chance that I’ll wake up and be disappointed.

  Turning into the kitchen, my jaw drops at what I see. Damon is still in his clothes from last night, but he’s found an apron of mine and is wearing it. He’s barefoot, and his hair is mussed up, which makes him even sexier than before, if that’s possible.

  I’m looking at it. It must be possible.

  Smoothly he steps from the stove to the counter, and I realize that he’s making French toast to go with the bacon. My mouth waters, and I walk into
the kitchen, still feeling like I’m in a dream.

  He turns around and a huge smile splits his face, immediately putting me more at ease.

  “There she is,” he says, dropping the eggy bread onto the skillet and washing his hands. When they’re clean, he crosses the kitchen to me and pulls me into a hug. As nervous as I was before, I now feel better.

  He didn’t leave.

  He just went to make breakfast.

  “What is all of this?” I ask, waving my hand in the air.

  He chuckles, and I can feel the vibrations though his chest. “Just some breakfast on a lazy Saturday. Is that okay with you?”

  It’s more than okay with me, but I’m still a little stunned. It surprises me that Damon would want to make breakfast and would want to stick around long enough to do so, but I don’t want to tell him that.

  Honestly, I’m a little worried that any wrong move is going to send him straight for the door. That’s the last thing I want, so I’m determined to enjoy my bacon and French toast as much as possible, all while looking at the god of sex who will be sitting across from me.

  If high school Honey could see me now, she would die. It makes all of the pining and longing that I did in high school worth it.

  Damon

  I love a girl with an appetite, and Honey and I tear through all of the food I made before leaning back in our chairs and relaxing. She stretches out and I grab her foot under the table, pulling it up into my lap so that I can rub it.

  “I still can’t believe this,” she says, sighing. Her toenails are a light pink and I run my hand expertly across the ball of her foot, making her curl it and moan. “That feels incredible, by the way.”

  “Can’t believe what?” Now I’m leaning forward so that I can rub her calf. Just touching her like this has an incredible effect on me and I can feel my cock stirring in my pants. I wish that I had had time to go home and change before she got up, but maybe we can take a shower together later. I’m thinking about soaping up her naked curves and almost miss what she says.