The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter Two

I circled the block her hotel was on a few times. By the fourth pass, the paparazzi were gone and the actress had apparently run through all the animal sounds she knew. She was quietly staring out the back window.

Tyler glanced at her. “At this point, I don’t know if we’re lucky she’s quiet, or if we should be concerned as fuck.”

The latter. “Next pass, I’ll drop you off.”

“Copy that.” He fished a key card out of his pocket and handed it to me. “It’s the west penthouse. Her schedule’s on the desk. She’s done shooting, but she has press engagements. She’s got something at noon today, but I don’t know how the hell she’s gonna make that.”

I took the card. “I’ll handle it.”

“Fair warning, not that you couldn’t already tell, but she’s a fucking handful.”

I glanced at the naked twenty-three-year-old in the back who’d been acting since she was a kid. She was too fucking young for me, and she was goddamn mess, but her long honey-blonde hair and sexy-as-fuck body had my damn cock half-hard.

I drove into the hotel’s underground parking and pulled up to Tyler’s company SUV. “She’s a handful because she’s spoiled as fuck.” I hadn’t seen any of her movies, but I knew there were a shitload of them. And career actresses were always a pain in the ass as clients. She was lucky Tyler was her detail and not me when she’d made a run for it. I would’ve spanked the fuck out of that sweet ass of hers.

Tyler snorted. “No shit.” He got out of the Escalade. “You want me to help you get her up to the suite? ”

“I got it.”

“Good luck.” He couldn’t close the door fast enough.

I waited till he pulled away, then turned in my seat.

She was still staring out the back window.

I didn’t even know if she was cognizant we’d stopped. “Audrina,” I clipped, authority in my tone. “Look at me.”

Not turning, she trailed a finger down the window. “I don’t do drugs.”

Right. “I told you to look at me, Audrina.” I used her full name because I hated Dreena. I wasn’t one of her groupies.

Her hand pressed against the glass. “The colors, they’re like a waterfall.”

“Turn around,” I commanded.

She finally listened. Her eyes dilated as fuck, her gaze on me, she looked right at me but she didn’t see me.

Shit. “You want me to take you through that hotel lobby up to your suite or do you want to come to my place?”

Her gaze strayed back to the window. “I never noticed colors before.”

“Answer my question.” She wasn’t in any condition to make the decision, but I wasn’t not gonna ask. “Lobby and your hotel suite or a private residence?”

“Nothing’s private.” Her voice dropped. “Nothing, nothing, nothing.”

No fucking shit. “Not when you run naked across South Beach, it isn’t.”

Her hands went to her breasts and squeezed. “Skin,” she whispered.

Jesus fuck. “Hotel or condo?”

She dragged her fingers down her body and spread her own legs. Her head dropped. “So lonely. Everyone’s drowning.” She touched her shaved pussy.

Fuck me . “Audrina,” I warned.

She groaned like a goddamn porn star.

“Hey!” I barked .

Her head snapped up then wavered, but her eyes met mine.

“You come in my car, I’m gonna spank the ever-loving fuck out of you,” I promised, giving no fucks about impropriety. “You hear me?”

“Yesss,” she hissed, her head falling back. “Spank me.”

Fuck this. I wasn’t carrying her orgasming ass through a hotel lobby with security cameras. “Condo it is.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Condo, condo, condo.”

I shot off a text to Luna, telling him I needed her agent’s and publicist’s numbers, then I threw the vehicle in reverse. Pulling out of the parking garage, I hit the street with her unbuckled, moaning ass in the back.

The first turn I took, she rolled and hit the side of the car. Her grunt did nothing to tame my hard-as-hell dick. Adjusting myself, I stepped on the gas and flew through all the lights. I was at my building in eight minutes. Eight minutes of listening to her make sounds no man wanted to hear unless he was directly responsible for them.

I pulled into one of the parking spots under the building and killed the engine. “Stay,” I ordered as I got out. Taking my shirt off as I walked to the back, I powered open the lift gate.

Her hair everywhere, her face flushed, she would’ve been fucking gorgeous if she wasn’t high as shit. Not to mention, backing away from me on all fours.

“Come here,” I ordered, holding my shirt out. “You’re putting this on.”

She shook her head, and hair stuck to her mouth. “That’s drowning.”

“That’s the rules,” I corrected.

We looked at each other, and for a split second, I thought I was getting through. Then she let out a high-pitched squeal like a damn cat.

Fighting for patience, I tried another tactic. “Do you want to drown?”

Her head shook like a pendulum.

“Put on the shirt and you won’t.”

Her head stopped shaking, but she didn’t move. She eyed the shirt.

I went for broke. “Water’s rising, you need to put this on.”

Slow, like a wounded, untrusting animal, she crawled toward me .

I didn’t do comfort. Ever. I dominated and fucked women, then I left before the sun came up. I didn’t have time to fucking coddle, let alone cuddle. But for a single second, the way she was looking at me, I thought about picking her up. For what, I didn’t know. She was unfuckable in this state.

I impatiently waited as she crawled the final few inches toward me, then I threw my shirt over her head. “Good girl,” I muttered, slipping her arms through, not knowing what the fuck had gotten into me. “Can you walk?”

I didn’t get the last word out before she launched herself at me. Her arms wrapped around me in a death grip, her legs went around my waist, and she buried her face against my neck. A split second later, she was crying.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I caught her with an arm under her bare ass before I yanked my shirt down on her and tucked it under. Closing the lift gate, I locked the vehicle and strode to the elevators. Despite her huge tits, there was no weight to her. I’d be surprised if she was a buck ten soaking wet.

Thinking of her soaking wet made my dick come back to life, and I pounded my fist on the call button. Waiting for the elevator, stepping inside, riding up eighteen floors, I didn’t say shit.

I listened to her cry.

I’d never thought about a woman crying before, because I was immune. Tears had zero effect on me. Ask any of the women I’d walked away from who’d pulled that bullshit. Sobbing was drama I didn’t need. But this young-as-hell woman in my arms wasn’t sobbing.

She was fucking weeping.

Weeping like shit hurt deep.

I didn’t utter a word as I unlocked my condo and walked inside. I didn’t speak as I carried her to my bedroom. And I sure as shit didn’t say anything as I peeled her off me and dropped her on my bed.

But when she started to crawl away, I barked out a command.

“ Freeze . You’re staying right there. ”

The weeping stopped and she froze.

On all fours.

With her bare ass facing me.

My head cocked, and I issued another order, “Lie down.”

She lay down.

Goddamn . “You gonna stay, or do I have to handcuff you to the bed while I shower?”

She curled in a ball.

My dick hard as fuck because it didn’t get the memo that she wasn’t being submissive, she was high as shit, I stood there for thirty seconds, waiting.

Besides her chest rising and falling with each breath, she didn’t move. At the minute mark, I figured she’d gotten the message. Locking the bedroom door just in case, not that’d it do anything except slow her down for a few seconds, I strode to the master bath and turned on the shower. Two fucking minutes in my arms and I smelled like her. Yeah, it was ocean and alcohol and sweat, but it was also pussy and perfume. And that was enough to make me want to wash that shit off before any more deviant thoughts entered my head.

I checked on her in the bedroom before I stripped down, but she still hadn’t moved. Kicking my boots off, then my clothes, I got in the shower with a raging hard-on. I needed to get fucking laid soon and get this shit under control.

Not wanting to take the time to jerk off, I was in and out and walking back to the bedroom with a towel around my waist in under three minutes.

Bed empty, she was gone.

“Motherfucker.” I spun in a circle.

The bedroom door was still locked, the floor on the opposite side of the bed was vacant, and the slider to the balcony was still closed.

That left the closet.

I hit the light in the walk-in and found her rocking in the back, her knees to her chest. Her hair was pushed back, and black streaks of makeup from her eyes ran down her face.

Jesus. She looked like the poster child for say no to drugs.

“All right, let’s go.” I was done with this shit. “You’re getting in the shower.”

Of course she didn’t move.

I scooped her up and walked right back in to the shower and set her on her feet. She started to shiver. I tossed my towel to the floor just outside the shower and turned on the water full blast.

Shock hit her face, her mouth opened, and her back arched like needles were piercing it. Thank fuck she didn’t scream or start with the animal sounds again, because after being up for twenty hours, I wasn’t in the mood for anything except my bed or fucking. The latter of which wasn’t happening.

“We’re getting you cleaned up,” I muttered, tilting her head back into the spray.

Her hands flew to my waist in a death grip, and she closed her eyes.

I wet her long hair, then dumped a handful of my shampoo on the top of her head. “Wash,” I ordered.

Still fucking silent, her eyes still closed, her hands still on my waist, she didn’t move.

Goddamn it.

In the single most cock-blocking shower with a woman I’d ever had, I washed her fucking hair.

Then I washed her.

Every goddamn inch, because apparently I was into torture.

With nothing left but her face and the makeup that hadn’t washed off, I took her hand and placed the bar of soap in it. “Do your face.”

Water running down her body, her eyelashes wet, she looked at me. Really fucking looked at me.

Then slow, just like in the back of the SUV, she came at me.

Except this time she didn’t look terrified.

Her lips hit me midchest and she licked me.