Protect What’s Mine (Rock Hard Security Book 2)
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Her cry of pleasure is the single sexiest sound as her body shatters beneath my mouth and fingers.
She’s still shuddering with sweet aftershocks as I position my incredibly, almost painfully hard erection at her virgin opening.
Sinking my thick cock into her tight pussy is so easy, I almost laugh. She’s impossibly tight, hot like lava, but so wet there’s no resistance, just pleasure.
Home. She was my home, had always been, will always be.
Kelly
He’s so freaking huge I feel split in two, but there’s no pain. I just feel incredibly full, crushed beneath his weight. It’s perfect, we’re perfect together, just the way I knew we could be.
As he thrusts his hips, his eyes never leaving mine, all I can do is feel. I’m overwhelmed by him, by his size and his passion. I slide my fingertips up his thick, flexing arms, the muscles bunching with his rhythmic movements.
It’s like his whole body is made of bulging stone and the best part is pumping urgently between my thighs.
All too soon, I feel my body tightening and every shuddering thrust of his massive cock sends more waves of sweetness down my thighs, up through my centre.
“Ooh, sweetheart,” he moans against my throat. “I can feel you coming. Your fucking body was built for mine and mine for you. My dick is in heaven right now. So … Fucking … Goooood.”
I feel my nails sink into his chest, my knees lift off the bed to take him deeper. My cry echoes off the ceiling as my pussy floods with pleasure.
But he doesn’t stop. Cupping my face between his hands, he’s crushing me on the bed, his hips rocking slower now, deep long strokes.
“You’re mine,” he says between breathless kisses, his cock a relentless piston inside my aching pussy. “I’m going to shoot my seed deep into you, sweet Kelly.”
His head falls to the pillow, his hands grip my hips, yanking me up, and he’s trusting so hard and fast, all I can do is close my eyes and hold onto my delicious brute of a lover.
His broken cries are muffled against the pillow, his huge shuddering body, is urgent and rough. All at once his cock swells inside me, impossibly huge and my pussy blooms with sweetness as he floods me with his hot semen.
Chapter 6
Kelly
I wake up alone in a strange bed.
My whole body aches like that time I ran the marathon a couple of years back.
Slowly, my memories flood back. Ignoring my father’s calls, the night club, Joe.
I shoot up in bed. Joe. I had sex with Joe.
Oh. My. God!
Grinning, I fall back onto the bed remembering how tender he’d been, how sweet, the way he’d gripped me so sight as he found his release.
I still can’t believe it. For years, I’ve fantasied what it would be like to finally have him, and the reality was a million times better.
But if it was that great, why was I alone now?
The thought makes me frown. Can’t I just enjoy something for a few moments without my nasty brain breaking in to bring me down?
Maybe he’s in the bathroom or making breakfast?
I sniff hopefully for coffee. Nope.
I listen more carefully for the telltale signs of someone in the bathroom. Nope — not so disappointed about that one.
Rolling over I check the pillow then the bedside tables for a note.
Nothing.
So what, did he just go to work without a word? Did he expect me to tidy up before leaving?
“Stop that!” I snap. “You’re being dramatic. Stop jumping to the worst possible conclusions.”
My phone plays the ringtone for my father I I crawl across the bed to find my dress folded neatly and my phone placed on top.
“Hey, Dad,” I say. “I’m sorry about last night.” I’m about to say more but my father makes a grunting swish sound telling me to shut my trap.
“Nah, Kells,” he says. “I’ve been a bit overbearing the last few weeks, I know. And I should have told you what was going on. I forget that you’re a grown woman now, not my little girl.”
“Oh great,” I laugh. “Now I feel worse.”
“Well don’t. I just called to give you the all clear. I assume Joe told you about Henry Bower?” At my affirmative, he continues. “Well he is officially back in prison, and after breaking parol, he’ll be serving his full term this time.”
“Do I want to know what happened?” I ask.
“No you do not. But we’re all fine. Now tell me you didn’t give Joe too much trouble? I told him to keep you there with him at any cost, but I know how you are.” His voice is kind and affectionate, but something cold settles in my stomach.
“I probably owe him a couple of apologies,” I say and smile at his laughter.
We exchange promises to have dinner over the weekend and call off. But as I place the phone on the bed, my hand is shaking.
Joe had promised my father to keep me in this apartment until he got the all clear. And up until last night, he’d been doing everything in his power to keep me at arms length, making it very clear that he had no interest.
Until last night, when I’d tried to sneak out.
Joe knew I had feeling for him, had he seduced me just so I’d stay put?
The flush of humiliation is so hot I think I might throw up. How could I be so stupid? Obviously that’s what happened. And now what?
One thing’s for sure, I can’t stay here another second. Rolling out of bed I quickly don my panties, bra, and dress, grab my phone and head for the door.
Maybe if I just sneak out, we can both pretend this never happened. He’s probably forgotten already, just another night of hot sex to notch on his bedpost.
I can’t move fast enough. I need to get out of here, no way can I let Joe find me crying like an idiot. The last thing I need is more of his pity.
But as I reach the front door, it swings open and Joe marches in with an arm full of DVDs and various forms of chips, dips, and sodas.
He drops everything onto the coffee table then spins just in time to spy me slinking towards the door.
“Where are you going?” He asks. His voice is dangerously quiet and my body thrills at the memory of what happened last time he caught me sneaking out, but I crush it down.
“Home,” I reply and lift my chin slightly. “My father called and said Bowers was back in prison. So you don’t need to keep me occupied any more.”
Joe stares at me for a moment before saying, “So you think last night was just my attempt to keep you occupied so you wouldn’t run away?”
“Well, wasn’t it?”
He stares at me some more, then laughs.
He laughs!
“Kelly, I’m a bloody security guard, not some incredibly talented gigolo!”
My lips twitched but no way was this funny. “I never said you were a gigolo.”
“Yeah you did. If you think that the only reason I made love to you last night was because your father was paying me to keep you occupied, that is exactly what you’re calling me.”
“Well I…” I don’t actually have a reply to that.
“Sweetheart,” he says, winding one arm roundly waist and using his free hand to cup my face. “If I’d wanted to merely keep you occupied, I would have tied you to a chair. What happened last night was incredible. We were made for one another, and not just the sex parts.
“I’ve had feelings for you for years, but my stupid brain wouldn’t let me believe that I could be happy in a real relationship. I pushed you away because I knew being with you would prove me wrong. But when there was even the slightest chance that you were in danger, I went mad.” He kissed my smiling mouth. “The only way I’m going to be able to keep you safe is if I’m your man. And it’s a dirty filthy job, with a lot of hard core nudity but you know what, I think I can handle it.”
Okay, now I’m laughing, and crying, and punching his stupid chest for being such a big jackass.
“I love you, Kelly,” he says against my lips. �
��I think I’ve loved you for a very long time. I’m sorry it took me so long to work it out.”
Smiling up at him I say, “You were worth waiting for.”
Epilogue
Kelly
So do I have the best boyfriend in the world or what?
Not only did Joe bring a bucketload of snacks, but he managed to borrow a bunch of Chloe’s wrestling DVDs.
Dropping on the couch beside me, he says. “I’m never going to understand this weird, sick obsession you have with wrestling until you show me, so lets get this done.”
“It’s not a weird or sick and I’m not obsessed.” I return, throwing a chip at him and laughing when he expertly caught it in his mouth. “I just enjoy watching it.”
The first DVD launches with the sound of a cheering crowd and a huge man roars out onto the ring. At first I sense, Joe sitting a little too still beside me as I watch with wrapt attention, but the occasional grunt when someone gets hit and a muffled, yeah, when one of the guys performed an epic tackle and hold gave me hope.
Within an hour we’re both on the edge of our seats, yelling at the ref for not seeing Big Locca trip Johnny Clark with a weapon he’d pulled from the crowd.
After another hour I look over to find Joe staring at me with the silliest smile.
“What?” I say.
“I love you.” It’s so simple, so matter-of-fact.
“I love you too.” It feels so good to finally say it out loud that I laugh at the sheer joy of it.
Flicking off the TV, he crawls over me on the couch and crushes me into the cushions.
“Lets get ready to rumble,” he says.
“Actually that’s—“ He kisses me before I can correct him, and I don’t even mind.
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Rich Salty Butter - Dwayne & Georgia
Protect What’s Mine - Joe & Kelly
Dirty Mouth - Bear & Chloe (out next week)
Everyone Loves Big D - Daryl & Faith (coming soon)
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Dirty Mouth
(Coming soon)
Bear has been going through a dry spell, if you know what I mean. Random hook ups and casual flings just aren’t doing it for him any more. It’s time for him to find a nice girl to settle down with, maybe start thinking about raising a family.
Chloe is not the settling down type and she’s definitely not looking for a man. But even though she comes across as intimidating and kinda bitchy, deep down she’s vulnerable and just wants to feel safe and accepted.
Whether she admits it or not, she’s going to need Rock Hard Security on her side when she manages to piss off the local biker gang and Bear is more than ready to be her knight in tarnished armor.
Can these two misfits stop bickering long enough to realize that they are exactly what the other needs? Can they keep their hands off each other long enough to even have that talk?
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