“When’s the last time you did it?” I snarl, my voice shaking and throbbing and pulsing.
Something else takes hold of me when my woman looks like this, full of need.
“A few days before you got back,” she gushes. “I was imagining all the things you’d do to me and… and I got carried away.”
“What you were imagining.” I snarl. “It doesn’t need to only be a fantasy anymore. All of it can come true.”
She shakes her head, her breath coming out shivery, choked like she can’t quite take the force of my words.
“I can’t tell you here,” she whispers.
“You don’t trust yourself not to lose control,” I growl, chuckling. “Don’t worry, Snapshot. I feel the same. Later, then… Maybe tonight.”
“Tonight?”
I smirk. “Our date. I’ll bring the dress over later. If you’re extra nice, I might even put a fucking ribbon on the package.”
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“That’s a surprise,” I say. “Now be a good virgin and move those hips for me as you walk home.”
“What, like from side to side?”
“Yeah, make that fucking ass dance for me. Now, Tessa, before I lose control.”
Not kissing her before she steps from my car is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. Every impulse inside of me roars to grab her flushed cheeks and lean close, painting her in my warm breath before I press my lips against hers.
She climbs out of the car, shouldering her camera bag as she walks toward her house…
A house that sends a pang of regret and rage moving through me.
My woman – and her family – deserve to live in a luxurious home, something befitting her majesty.
But it’s difficult to stay regretful and rage-filled when my woman does as she’s instructed, moving her hips from side to side, making that juicy ass move for me in those denim shorts.
My cock stiffens again, already flooded with seed even after what we did at the cabin.
She stops at the front door, turning to give me a shy wave. It’s endearing and it makes me want to kick my car door open and sprint over to the house, tackle her inside and bend her over the first piece of furniture I see.
I don’t give a damn what it is.
A couch, a chair… I’ll bend her over and then roughly drag her shorts down, bringing my engorged manhood to her hole. She’ll gasp and moan and shiver against me, her virginal nervousness trying to tell her to stop, but her lust won’t let her stop until she’s sitting on my dick, sliding deeper and deeper until my abs are crushed against her ass cheeks.
She’ll cry out as I start to fuck her roughly, shifting my hips back and forth over and over like the wild best I am.
I clear my throat, lift my hand, and wave. It’s all I can do right now, even if that kills me.
She goes inside and I sit back with a sigh, working my hands around the steering wheel.
This has been one hell of a day, and it’s not even over yet.
When I returned home last night I thought the feeling that had captured me at the diner might fade away, but it only grew bigger, stronger, more captivating… and now that I’ve had a taste of her – of her company and her willing body – I know I’ll never be able to let her go.
I drive through Youngstone, down Main Street, nodding and waving to people as I go. A few of the old-timers salute me and I toss a salute back, nodding in respect for our service.
Angela texts me with the address for her hotel and I vow to check it out when I get home, making sure they’re putting her up somewhere safe and comfortable. If not, I’ll wire her some money so she can find something better.
She’s right when she called me paranoid, but how the fuck could I not be?
I saw some shit overseas and even Stateside when I did a brief stint with a security firm.
Life is rough and hard and it’s up to people like me to keep the bad away from the innocents.
Liquid fire moves through me when I think about somebody making a move on my family… not just on Angela, but on Tessa and the children we’re going to have together too. I imagine another man trying to touch her and my heart almost explodes out of my chest.
I’d tear any motherfucker foolish enough to try that to pieces. I’d bust them open and let all their stupidity spill out.
I might be civilized with my lady – or as civilized as a man like me can be – but there’s a monster inside of me, a monster I’ve tamed and put to good use. But it’s a monster all the same. And now I’ve charged it with protecting Tessa above all costs.