Guarding His Sunshine (Men of Valor Springs #9)

Chapter Four

Howard

Six hours!

That’s how fucking long I’ve known this girl. It hasn’t even been a full day, but that doesn’t seem to matter. I knew I wanted her from the moment I saw her. I just had no idea how intense that feeling actually was until there was only an inch of space between us. Until her lips were so close to mine, her breath fanning me.

Control yourself!

And yet, I can’t.

Haven’t I been doing a good job of that so far? Keeping myself in check and not running my eyes over her sexy form every goddamn minute I’ve been around her. My cock has been stiff since we left the station, and now, seeing her puckered nipples behind her wet top and nude bra chips at whatever control I thought I had.

I want her!

Anyone would want her, and she clearly has no one looking after her safety if what she’s said about her useless manager is anything to go by. It’s little wonder she has a stalker with how gorgeous and innocent she is, but that’s all over now. Missy has me to protect her, and when I find that sorry excuse for man, he’ll wish he never laid eyes on what’s mine .

My brain stutters at the thought. Mine? Is that what Missy is? My caveman side screams that is exactly what she is. She came to me for help. She’s put her trust in me.

She’s mine now!

“Howie, the towel…”

Howie? Only my mom and brother call me that, but I don’t correct her. She can call me whatever the hell she likes as long as she keeps looking at me the way she is. “You should take off your clothes,” my mouth blurts before my brain can catch up. I continue quickly, “So you don’t catch cold, I mean.” I step closer, carefully watching for any indication that she doesn’t welcome my proximity. I am done fighting this, done pretending I don’t want her more with every breath.

A pretty pink tinge settles on her cheeks at my words. “But then, what will I cover up with? I left my overnight bag in the guest room.”

Without taking my eyes off her, I reach behind me and grab the tea towel off the counter before lifting it up for her to see, even though there is no way it will even remotely cover her body. “You can use this to dry off, then I’ll find something for you wear.” Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink, and I have to fight back the urge to lean in and bury my face in her neck. I want to inhale the soft lavender scent clinging to her hair and skin.

“But…” Her eyes drop to the small towel, and the pink stain of her blush spreads to her neck. “The water soaked into my bra.”

“Then take it off too. Do you want my help—”

“No, I’ll get it,” she hurries to say, gabbing the hem of her top and pulling it over her head. I watch as the wet fabric slowly peels off her body, leaving a sheen behind. My heart hammers in my chest with the need to lean in and run my tongue over it until I’ve licked away every droplet of water clinging onto her skin.

“The bra too,” I remind her.

“You’re right. I…I should take it off too.”

Missy drops her top to the floor before reaching back to unclasp her bra. I watch with bated breath as she finally gets it undone and tugs off the straps, slowly peeling the wet bra from her pale tits. She’s as red as a beet when she finally drops the bra to the floor next to the top, leaving her sexy, creamy tits, rising and falling quickly with every breath. Her rosy nipples are pebbled, greedily straining, and practically begging for my touch.

I drop the towel with the rest of her clothes before backing her to the counter. “I have an even better idea. One that’s more effective.” I reach up and slowly trail a hand over her neck, feeling her shudder against my fingers as I move it lower, stopping before I can touch her tits.

Her lips puff open with a gasp. “W-what’s…the idea?”

“One that won’t just dry the wet trail of water on your skin, but get you all warmed up.”

“And what’s that—”

I drop my mouth down on hers, swallowing her words, which quickly turn into a whimper. A shudder rolls through her body as I slowly brush my mouth over her inexperienced lips. She tries to kiss me back, but it’s awkward at best, and fuck if that doesn’t have my stiff cock throbbing in my jeans.

She’s either a terrible kisser, or she’s never been kissed before. Never been touched before, and with the way her body is trembling undermine, my thoughts lean toward the latter. I figured she was innocent, but Jesus Christ, a virgin?

I slide a hand to her nape and hold her still when she attempts to lean in for me. “Let me,” I rasp against her lips. “You’ve never been kissed before, have you?”

“I…I mean… Well, no.”

A growl climbs up my throat, but I push it back down. “Then let me show you what it’s like to be kissed by a man.”

“Yes,” she whimpers. I move closer to her, pinning my dick against her jean-clad pussy. Her breath is racing as I roll my hips and grind against her, the move causing my cock to leak endlessly behind my fly.

I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. At first, I thought the military was the reason I wasn’t interested in relationships and assumed that everything would change once I left, but coming to the civilian world changed nothing. I saw beautiful women, I admired them, and sometimes even desired them, but I never once felt this aggressive need in me to possess anyone before. All it took was for my eyes to lock on this little pop princess for my heart to threaten to burst out of its cage. Yes, I know who she is. I finally figured it out at the station, but I haven’t confessed as much to her.

For her to tell me that another man is following her sends murderous thoughts surfacing through my mind. I’ve never needed a woman the way I need her. Never wanted to kiss one as much as I want to kiss Missy.

With a deep growl, I press our lips together, a hunger inside of me pushing for more, and I am an animal as I twist my mouth over hers. She moans, opening up for me, and I deepen the kiss, sinking my tongue into her sexy little mouth, and fuck, she’s so fucking soft and tastes amazing. Her head tips back to allow me more access, making whiny little noises at the back of her throat as I get drunk off the taste of her lips. I rock up against her, completely devouring her sexy mouth until she’s mewling under me.

Her eyes are drowsy when I pull back from the kiss, giving us much-needed air. “I want you,” I say thickly, our breaths mingling hotly between us. “I want to kiss the droplets clinging to your tits, roll my tongue around your nipples until I’ve sucked up every bit of moisture on your skin, then kiss the rest of you. Make you feel how a real man ought to.” Give you pleasure and not fear. “Tell me you want that too.”

“Yes,” she responds in a shuddering breath.

Mine!

My eyes drop to the moisture still clinging to her skin before looking back at her magnetic blue eyes. Christ, she’s so fucking beautiful. I drop my mouth to her neck, dragging my tongue over the smooth column of her throat, soaking up her taste and scent. She moans, her body trembling as I kiss a path down her collarbone, dragging my tongue over her tits.

“Oh God,” she moans when I close my mouth around a rosy bud, rolling my tongue around the bead and losing myself in her intoxicating taste. I knew it would be different with her. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew this would be different, and to think that I’m only getting started…

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I growl, the sound muffled against her seductive peaks, turning to give the other the same attention. My hard cock throbs in my jeans from neglect, but I ignore it, my focus on pleasuring this girl that the universe dropped into my world.

Mine! Fuck, I need to feel the rest of her.

“Howie…” she gasps when I work my free hand between her legs and drag my fingers over the center of her jean-clad pussy. She moans, shyly rocking her hips to ride the friction.

“I bet you’re wet, your pussy trembling with the need for relief, aren’t you, princess?” I growl, licking the spot between her tits before tracing my lips down her body.

“Yes,” she whimpers, gasping when I slide my hands up to the waistband of her jeans and pop open the button. I lower her zipper and yank down her jeans right along with her panties. She sucks in a sharp breath when I slide my fingers back between her legs, groaning deeply when I touch her wet folds.

She’s wet. Practically dripping with how her folds are molded together. My mouth waters with need to taste her hot arousal, and it’s stronger than anything I’ve ever known.

“God, you are so perfect.” My voice is thick with emotion as I yank the jeans the rest of the way down. She steps out of them, which leaves her completely naked, every bit of her exposed to my hungry eyes. “I’ll make you feel good now, baby.” I’ll take care of more than just her safety.

“Howie, I don’t… This is new to me,” she whispers, as if to remind me of her virginity, but I haven’t forgotten the fact that she’s untouched. Innocent. Mine to corrupt.

“I know,” I rasp, raking my hands up her thighs and nudging her hips open wider. She jolts against me when I run my middle finger over her folds, slowly drawing her feminine lips apart. “I’m not about to fuck you for the first time in the kitchen, princess, but that doesn’t mean I can’t show you what to expect. Your first orgasm belongs to me.”

Her eyes widen in surprise when I lift her onto the island, pressing my hand to her chest to encourage her to lie back before pulling her thighs further apart to reveal her pink heaven. Her lips part with a gasp when I clutch her left knee and bring it to my shoulder, exposing more of her glistening pussy to my hungry eyes. My heart is hammering in my chest as I lean in and brush my lips on her inner thighs, groaning when I catch the soft peachy scent of her pussy. Fuck, she smells so fucking good, I bet she’ll taste just as addictive.

“Howie, are you going to kiss me…there?”

“Princess, I’m going to do more than just kiss you,” I say before pushing in and sliding the flat of my tongue over her parted flesh. She cries out, a shudder rolling through her body at the move, but I barely register the sound, too far gone as her delicious sweet and salty flavors explode in my mouth. I could get drunk off her taste, I realize. “Fuck!” I groan deeply as I drop my tongue over her swelling bud and bathe it in fast strokes that have her cries growing fevered.

“Howie… Oh God!”

I slide my hands to her back, clutching her supple ass and holding her still as I work my tongue up and down the valley of her sex, gathering her sweet arousal on my tongue. My cock leaks endlessly in my jeans, no doubt staining my boxer briefs, but I can’t take my focus off her long enough to give it the attention it craves. Not with Missy’s hot, untouched pussy pulsing needily against my tongue.

With her back arched and those tits shaking with every labored breath she exhales, Missy is a sight to behold. One I wish I could capture and frame for the house. Now that’s art!

She grows more desperate with every lick, and she begins rolling her hips against my tongue, painting my chin and jaw with her arousal. Broken moans slip past her parted lips with every move, and I can tell she’s close. I am about to give this girl the first orgasm she’s ever received from a man, and I have every intention of blowing her mind with it.

With a rough growl, I close my mouth over her clit and apply steady suction, making her cry out even as her pussy begins to quiver against my tongue. I apply pressure to her swollen bud, and that sets her off. Her legs stiffen, and a scream tears out of her throat as a rough shudder rocks through her body.

“H-Howard… Oh God… Oh!”

Her tits shake as she heaves, body spasming with beautiful tremors as she chases the feeling, rolling her hips against my mouth and coating it with her arousal. I lap at her sex until the tremors have died down before straightening and pulling her up with me. I comb my fingers into her hair and wrap my hand around it before slamming my mouth down on hers, letting her taste her satisfaction on my tongue.

“Take me out,” I growl, my mouth moving feverishly over hers, and I run my free hand over her tits, pinching her puckered nipples between my fingers. “Take my cock out and jerk me off, princess.”

Missy does as I instruct, her fingers shaky as she reaches between us and undoes my pants, tugging down the zipper before sliding her hand into my boxer briefs. I hiss when her slender hand wraps around my thick cock. I am panting as she manages to pull it out, using both hands to stroke me. I grunt hard when her finger brushes over the head of my shaft, bringing me to the brink of madness.

“Shit, sorry, did I hurt you?” she asks innocently at my reaction, pushing back to meet my gaze, and there is panic in her beautiful blues. “I…I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You are doing just fine, baby,” I grunt, dropping my forehead down on hers, our breaths mingling hotly between us as she moves her hand up and down my cock, her innocence and inexperience showing as she strokes me. But fuck if a combination of all that doesn’t send me to the edge.

I come with a rough grunt, shooting white stripes of my spend, painting her hands and stomach with my seed. She gasps in surprise but doesn’t stop, her breathing coming fast in tune with mine as she strokes me until I have unloaded the rest of my come all over my hands and body, marking her with my scent in the way no other man ever has…or will if I have my way.

The tension in my muscles eases, and I lean in, taking her lips with mine again in a dirty, possessive way, seeking to stake my claim. She moans into the kiss, pushing her naked tits against my chest, and my semi-erect cock starts to harden again, but we’re suddenly interrupted by the vibration of a phone. Missy doesn’t seem to notice it as she leans deeper into the kiss, and I am tempted to ignore it as well, but it’s a reminder to back off before I forget myself and take her virginity on my kitchen counter. I promised her I wouldn’t!

Missy whines when I pull back. “W-what?”

“Your phone,” I say, nodding to the pile of clothes on the floor. It must have been stuffed in the back pocket of her jeans, and we both watch it light up under the pile.

“I…I don’t want to look,” she stammers.

“Then you don’t have to,” I tell her, reaching down to grab her phone. I pass it to her to unlock it before snatching it back fast so she doesn’t see the contents on the screen.

It’s a different number this time. There are pictures of Missy entering and leaving the police station with me followed by one message.

He can’t keep you from me.

I chuckle at the message that is meant to intimidate. “Is it the stalker? What did he send this time?” Missy asks, leaning in to peek at the screen, but I move it away from her reach.

“It’s not worth looking at,” I tell her, shifting to the settings to remove her passcode. Her phone will stay with me until I get rid of this unwanted pest. “I’ll keep this phone with me for the time being,” I tell her.

“What about when someone else tries to reach me?”

“I’ll let you know if someone does, and I’ll get you a burner phone tomorrow,” I say, leaning in and brushing my lips over hers, and that is enough to take her focus off the stalker for the moment.

A part of me is looking forward to engaging in his little game. He doesn’t know it yet, but the stalker is about to become the prey.

Let’s see how he likes being in my crosshairs.