Page 32 of The Bodyguard and His Bunny

She’s gonna get at least two good orgasms, especially after sucking me off so fucking hard. I circle my middle finger around the tight button, increasing the pressure when her body tightens, her pelvis rocking into my grasping hand. Yeah. Spooning like this is perfect for studying every which way her body reacts when I touch her. I can feel everything from her head down to her curling toes.

When she bucks hard and cries out in her release, I feel like a goddamn king.

I make sure she’s completely spent and sated, relaxed in my arms, before pressing a kiss to her temple.

“I love doing that for you, Sara.”

She doesn’t realize what she’s saying when she murmurs sleepily, “I love you too, Gunther.”

I stare down at her, and to my surprise, she drifts off to sleep again. But it is any wonder? I doubt she got much sleep in that hell hole where she used to live. Used to. I’m never letting her go back there. As far as I’m concerned, she can catch up on sleep for days.

She’s with me now.

Feasting on her with my eyes for one more moment, I drag my body out of bed and pull on my sleep pants.

I feel energized. Awake. Happy.

So happy; I actually want to do morning rabbit duty.

However, when I reach the shed, all the contentedness and dazed happiness are knocked out of me in one moment.

The lock has been cut clean off.

I should return to the house to get my gun from the safe, but I instinctively push open the shed door and do a headcount. All the critters are accounted for.

That means someone is looking for something, and they didn’t find it.

CHAPTER14

Sara

I know that Gunther was trying to tell me he loves me. But he didn’t quite get there.

That’s okay.

I love him.

And now I’ve told him.

And then I pretended to go to sleep so he wouldn’t have to say it back.

He can say it back whenever he’s ready.

But I’m not really tired. Well, I am. But not sleepy. I’m spent and energized.

When I hear Gunther click the back door closed, I get up to check on Chutney.

Her little nose snuffles up at me through the bars of her crate. She seems a bit more subdued today, though. Instead of climbing up the bars to clamor for a snack, she retreats to the back of her crate and flops down on her side.

Opening the crate, I reach in and pet her. The alarming amount of writhing and wriggling tells me exactly why Chutney is in a mood today.

I gasp. “Are you having your babies, mama?”

She side-eyes me in the way that rabbits do.

I clap my hands and squeal, excited and thrilled but also anxious because even though Doc walked me through what to do, I’ve never done this before, and anything can go wrong.

I hurry down the hall to the kitchen and begin preparing breakfast for all three of us. Okay, I’m not a cook, so I chop up some tender lettuce and celery tops for Chutney to munch on if she needs it. Then I begin looking for bowls and spoons to make cereal for Gunther and me.

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