When I told her she can’t stand in front of the windows anymore, her defiant edge surfaced, making my dick twitch for the first time in years. But then her shoulders slumped and she folded in on herself.
For the first time in my life, I caved. Windows make her happy and for some reason, her happiness has become my new priority. Second only to her safety.
Dammit.
I groan and throw the covers off, sitting up in bed and running my hands through my hair. My cock is throbbing and my thoughts are racing. This girl is messing with my head and making me want things I don’t deserve.
She’s also making me feel things I haven’t felt in so goddamn long. I can’t remember the last time I slept with someone. Ten years? Twelve? Even then, I’m sure it was nothing of note. I’m not the relationship kind of guy, but something about Spencer makes me want to try.
“Fuck,” I grunt, tugging roughly at my hair as if I could somehow pull the thoughts of her from my mind.
I stand up and grab some clean clothes and a towel. A cold shower might help clear my head. I hope. I don’t know how I’m going to stay under the same roof as the goddess with auburn hair, sad brown eyes, and a smile that lights up the room.
It’s nearly midnight and I hope I’m not waking Spencer up, but I need to get this infatuation, or whatever it is, under control.
Cold water beats down on my back and I try to concentrate on all the things I need to do tomorrow. Starting with finding out more about Spencer’s stalker and what exactly has been happening.
The thought of anyone harming her, scaring her, or hell, even looking at the precious angel the wrong way has anger burning a hole through my chest. I haven’t killed anyone since my last tour ended years ago, but if some fucker came after Spencer on my watch, I might make an exception.
There’s no doubt about it, this case is becoming far too personal, but I’m in too deep now. There’s no going back.
Images of Spencer’s delicate features sprinkled with freckles float into my mind, despite my best efforts. My thoughts wander to when she crossed her arms, pushing up her full, round tits. She wasn’t even aware she was doing it, but my unruly cock sure did.
I bite back a groan, then look down at my solid erection. It hasn’t gone down at all, and now it’s angry. I shouldn’t be indulging in the fantasy, but if I’m going to spend two weeks around her, I have to relieve this tension somehow.
I grab my thick shaft, gripping the base and stroking up and down, picturing Spencer on her knees in front of me. She looks up at me with those stunning brown eyes of hers and wraps her mouth around the monster between my legs.
I imagine her eyes fluttering closed, those long lashes fanning out over her delicate cheeks as she chokes around my girth. I grunt, possibly a little too loudly.
I continue to stroke faster, working myself up right to the edge just imagining her soft curves and pouty lips. In my fantasy, Spencer pinches her nipple and then slides her hand down her body, dipping her fingers into her soaking wet cunt.
She rubs her little clit, moaning as she gets herself off while sucking on my dick. Christ, what that does to me. I start trembling at the vivid picture in my mind.
Squeezing my dick, I pump my fist up and down in rough strokes, the intensity of my orgasm clawing down my spine. I picture pinning Spencer against the wall of the shower, her legs gripping my hips as I slam into her again and again.
I imagine her throwing her head back and crying out as I rut into her and then lean down and suck her hard nipple. I swear I can almost feel her walls starting to pulse around me as I draw out our pleasure. She shakes in my arms and I grip her ass tighter, pumping her body up and down my cock.
A glimpse of her pure, ethereal face twisted up in pleasure as she screams my name flashes through my mind and I lose it.
I shoot my cum all over the shower wall, rope after rope. Still trembling, I reach out a hand on the wall to steady myself as my cum keeps shooting out of me.
There’s a soft gasp and I manage to turn my head in the direction of the sound, though I don’t stop stroking myself.
My eyes lock onto a stunned Spencer, staring at me through the glass shower door. I’m a sick fuck, but I rub my dick raw and come again. Her eyes drop to my hand as it pumps up and down.
The siren licks her lips, making me growl.
Spencer gasps again, her cheeks turning bright red now. “I-I’m...sorry, I just needed to use the...never mind. I don’t know why I keep talking about bathroom stuff,” she sputters, her eyes never leaving my sore fucking cock. “Um, so...that’s your, uh...wow, you’re so big.” Spencer covers her face with her hands and turns away from me, giving me her back. “Anyway, so, right. I’ll use one of the other dozen bathrooms. Okay. Yup. See you tomorrow.”
With that, she runs away from me for the second time today. We’ll have to work on that in the future. Not that we have a future together, I just mean for these next two weeks.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
4
Spencer
I wake up in a sweat, my body tingling and shaking slightly from the vivid dream I just had starring none other than my sexy bodyguard. I have to rub my thighs together to try and ease the throbbing ache between them, but just like every other morning these last five days, nothing helps.
I shouldn’t have walked in on him in the bathroom. I shouldn’t have stared at him. I certainly shouldn’t have drooled over his huge dick, but come on. I mean, I don’t have any experience with guys, and I’ve never seen that particular part of their anatomy before, but God, there’s no way that’s average.
His ice-blue eyes locked on mine as he made himself come, and damn if that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen, let alone experienced.
Was he thinking of me? Part of me knows I should be scandalized, but I secretly love the thought of him being as attracted to me as I am to him. And lordy, I’m certainly attracted. More than attracted, I’m nearly obsessed with the man.
He’s been professional since that night. Neither one of us has mentioned it, though I still blush pretty much any time Logan walks into the room. Sometimes I swear he smirks back at me, but it’s always gone before I can be sure.
I’m sure he’s bored out of his mind. So far he’s watched me take my online classes, read, draw, and bake. Every few hours Logan does a perimeter check around the property, which I’m thankful for. It gives me a chance to breathe and fan myself.
My stoic bodyguard has barely spoken ten words to me since the shower incident, but I’ve learned an incredible amount about him just by being in his presence.
Logan never lets his guard down. He’s always on the lookout for danger, always ready to strike. Sure, he was hired to protect me, so that makes sense. But I get the feeling he’s like this even off duty. It makes me wonder the last time he relaxed, if ever.
He’s also surprisingly orderly. I didn’t expect that of a bearded man with tattoos crawling up his arms. I happen to know his chest and back are littered with ink as well, but I’m trying really, really hard not to think about that.
Maybe it’s from his time in the military, but Logan likes to keep things neat and tidy. I went into his room one day to grab my crochet supplies that I keep in the closet and couldn’t help but notice his bed was made to perfection. His clothes were hung up in the closet as well, even though they were mostly jeans and T-shirts. All of his personal possessions, which weren’t much, were lined up in a straight line on the dresser.