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I gripped my cock a little tighter, stroking slowly, picturing her legs in those heels, how they would buckle and tremble as I moved inside of her and took her closer and closer to the edge I could tell she craved so fucking badly. How I would sink my hands into her hungrily, groping her as she belonged to me, gripping onto her like I couldn’t get enough, like I couldn’t even come close to getting enough, slamming myself deep inside of her up to the hilt until...
The orgasm spasmed through my whole body, my toes curling, my thighs clenching, and my jaw tensing as my seed spurted from the tip of my cock. I groaned again, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower around me.
I slumped back, breathing hard, as the pleasure coursed through my body and then began to fade again.
I had to hope that was the end of it – that I wasn’t going to get pulled into anything more in the way of desiring her. But, even as I stood there and allowed the water to rush across my body, I got the feeling it wasn’t going to be that easy.
And I got the feeling that this wasn’t going to be the last time I got myself off to the thought of her in the shower like this.
Chapter Six – Solomon
"Let me guess," she sighed, as she reached the door, her bag slung over one shoulder. "You have to come with me?"
I nodded.
"You’re starting to get it now," I told her, and I jerked my head towards the door. "Come on. Let’s go. I’ll drive you."
She followed me out of the apartment, and I breathed a silent sigh of relief. Thank fuck. Things were starting to get a little easier between us, or at least, that’s how it seemed – maybe she had just become more resigned to it, the reality of having Alex and me around. Fine. If that’s how this was going to work, I would take it.
And, when she had emerged from her bedroom during my shift, her hair done, her face enhanced with make-up, I’d figured there was going to be another argument about her leaving the house without us again – but, this time, she’d just accepted that I wasn’t going to let her go anywhere without my company. One of us had to be watching over her at all times, whether she was going to the corner store or into the city to party, and her father was paying us too damn well to let her get away without us.
"Where are we going today?” I asked her, as we made our way downstairs to the car.
"I just have a few things to pick up in the city," she replied. "New clothes. I forgot how much warmer it is here than in Budapest."
"Right," I replied. I had to admit, I was kind of curious to ask her a little more about her experiences traveling, given that I’d never had a chance to leave the country before, but I guessed she didn’t exactly want to fill me in. She wasn’t trying to be friends with us, no – she seemed as though she was just about handling having us around, but that was where it ended.
I opened the car door for her, and she brushed past me to slip into the back seat; her hair brushed my arm, so soft it caught me off-guard for a moment, and I pushed down the shock of sensation in my system at the feel of her so close to me. I wasn’t used to being around a woman like this, not long-term anyway. I had been with a few women in my time, but none of them had lasted much longer than a night. It wasn’t the kind of guy I was, and, in my line of work, it was better not to get attached. Better to keep your distance.
I glanced at her in the rearview mirror, and found her watching me, a curious expression on her face.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Nothing," she replied, with a shrug, drawing her attention away from me. As we passed a coffee shop, she pointed outside, stabbing her finger at the glass.
"Stop here," she told me. "I want to get something to drink."
I pulled the car over, and climbed out to open the door for her; following her in, I was surprised when she went to the counter and ordered two coffees, handing one of them to me as she returned.
"What’s this for?" I asked as she sank down into one of the tables next to the window. She shrugged.
"If you’re going to be sticking around," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. "Then I figure I should actually get to know you."
I tensed.
"You don’t need to do that," I replied.
"No, we don’t need to," she agreed. "But I want to. So sit down and talk to me."
I stood where I was, still holding the coffee she had handed me. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to get to know this girl, and I doubted she wanted to know me, either. She’d been raised rich, with everything she could ever have wanted; she didn’t want to hear about my life, all the shit I’d been through that had brought me to this point.
"I’m not going anywhere," she told me, raising her eyebrows at me and nodding to the seat opposite her. I gritted my teeth, trying to figure out if there was some way out of this, but if she wasn’t going to back down, I didn’t see what kind of a choice I had. Better to just get this over with, and accept my fate, than try and brush her off and act like I didn’t need to get to know her.
I sank down into the seat, gripping my coffee tight. There was something about the way she was looking at me that had the hair on the back of my neck standing on end, my senses sharper than they had been before, more aware of everything that was going on around us. The door slammed loudly behind me, and I jumped, head spinning around.
"You okay?" she asked me, frowning, as I turned back to her.
"I’m fine," I muttered, looking down at the coffee she had picked up for me. I didn’t want her to see me as anything other than the bodyguard that I needed to be to her. She wasn’t meant to see anything hiding underneath that, anything I was trying to keep to myself.
