The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Epilogue

My gaze dragged the length of her sexy-as-fuck curves. “I bet you were cute as a kid. Pigtails?” I could picture it. Pigtails and a white dress, like the white bikini she was wearing, that she wasn’t supposed to get dirty. “You ever play in the dirt growing up?” I wanted to dirty up her bikini.

Her mouth set, she didn’t respond.

I leaned back on the lounger and closed my eyes against the blinding sun. “No dirt? Not even a little? Did you ever roll around in the grass? Fifty bucks says you didn’t.”

“I do not make bets, and I do not roll around in anything,” she said in her proper princess voice. “Naximos has beaches.”

I opened one eye behind my sunglasses and raised an eyebrow. “So, the princess of a gambling country doesn’t gamble?”

Her cheeks turned pink under her tan. “We are not a gambling country.”

I fought a smile. There was something wrong with me. I fucking loved it when she got all proper and riled. “Then what do you call an economy based on casinos?”

Her nostrils flared with an inhale. “You are maddening.”

“But sexy, right?” I grinned.

She closed her eyes against the hot Mediterranean sun.

I leaned down to her ear. “For the record, you may think I’m maddening, but your white bikini tells a different story.” I slipped a finger under the scrap of material covering her sweet pussy that had a telltale wet spot .

Her whole body stiffened, and she stifled a gasp.

I dragged a finger through her slick heat as I pushed down on my hardening cock. “Careful,” I whispered. “Playing hard to get only turns me on.”

Her fingers caught my wrist as the thin gold bracelets on her arm tinkled. “We are not alone.”

Oh, she underestimated me. Half my mouth tipped up. “I sent the staff home an hour ago.”

When I’d gone inside her family’s summer villa to get us something to drink, I’d told them all to leave and not come back for the rest of the week. Nikolas had looked pissed, but not Florida pissed. He hadn’t said shit when Calandra had released him of his duty the morning after the opening and party, and told him he was free to go back to Naximos. He’d stuck around for a week, watching me like a hawk, but when Calandra told him we were getting married, he’d almost looked relieved. He’d been our witness at city hall.

Not the wedding either of our families had wanted, but I think my mom and her dad had understood it. Mom had started immediately hounding us for kids, and her father had insisted we come to Naximos under the guise of honeymooning, but he’d just wanted to check me out. Nikolas had made the arrangements, and the three of us had left a day later.

Turned out the king of a country I’d never heard of was a male version of his daughter. Gracious and kind and mild mannered, he greeted us at his home with warmth and hugs for her and a handshake for me. Her half brother had been excited like a kid to see her, but her stepmom was distant and aloof, and I’d immediately understood why Calandra had wanted to make a life for herself elsewhere.

And I was fucking thankful for that desire on her part.

I slipped a finger inside her tight heat, because I couldn’t fucking keep my hands off her, and stroked her a few times, but then I withdrew and took her hand in mine.

Kissing her knuckles, I smiled at my gorgeous wife. “Thank you. ”

Her cheeks flushed, from me, from the heat, she smiled back with her natural shyness that I fucking adored. “For what?”

For marrying me, for making me so fucking happy, for being exactly who she was. “For moving to America.”

Confusion clouded her expression. “Moving?”

I looked out at the Aegean Sea and the incomparable view from her family’s villa perched on the side of a cliff that dropped by layers to the ocean. “This must’ve been hard to give up.” I could tell she loved it here. She’d been relaxed since her father’s jet, which had picked us up in Miami, landed on the small island. I was happy as hell to bring her here, and I loved that she was getting to see her family, but Florida was my home.

As usual, she read between the lines. “Are you worrying I may want to stay here?”

I didn’t know if it was her intelligence, or if she had an uncanny knack for reading people, or if she was just attuned to my thoughts, but I liked that there was no bullshit between us. “Do you?”

She smiled the canary smile I loved and took her hand back to adjust the tiny-ass piece of material that constituted her bikini top. “Did you really send the staff home, Mr. Tyler?” Her nipples hardened as she pulled the material even further away from her cleavage.

Pretending like I wasn’t fucking salivating to have her lush tits in my mouth, I put my arms behind my head. “That I did, Mrs. Tyler.” I fucking loved that she’d taken my last name.

Her gaze strayed to my biceps, and I flexed, because I knew she loved my arms.

“See something you like?” I teased.

Graceful and sexy as hell, she got up from her lounger. “Oh, I don’t know.” She tugged on the string at her back, then reached for the one around her neck. “I was thinking the pool looks inviting.” She slowly pulled, and the tie around her neck came undone. “And I’m a little hot.” Her top fell to the ground.

Her lush, full tits on display from her sexy-as-hell brazen striptease, my cock pulsed just looking at her. She was fucking hot all right. “Water’s perfect.” Playing her game, I nodded toward the pool. “Get wet.”

She bit her bottom lip and reached for the ties on her hips. “Maybe…” She pulled the strings slowly. “I already am.” The ties gave way at her last word, and the bottom of her bikini landed at her feet.

A perfect fucking hourglass, her stunning curves on display, she was a goddamn goddess. “Come here,” I roughly ordered.

One step.

Two.

She sank a knee to my lounger, then paused, and her voice went submissively quiet. “You didn’t say how close.”

Fuck, I loved this woman. “Closer.” I grabbed the back of her leg she still had on the ground and swung it over my lap.

Kneeling naked over me, her hands landed on my shoulders. “Now what?”

I dragged a finger through her wet cunt and bit back a groan. “You tell me whose pussy this is.”

Her cheeks flamed, and she swayed toward me. “Yours,” she whispered.

I circled her opening. “Whose?”

“Oh God.” Her fingers dug into my shoulders, she licked her lips and her eyes fluttered shut.

I leaned forward and bit her hard nipple as I shoved a finger inside her.

“ Ahh .” Her back arched and her nails dug in to my flesh.

“I asked you a question, Princess.” My thumb stroked her clit as I sucked her nipple hard. “Answer me.”

“ Yours .” She ground down on my hand. “Yours, yours, yours.”

“Good girl.” Smiling, I switched to the other nipple and added a second finger. “Just for that, I’m gonna let you come.” Her tight pussy already pulsing, I knew she was ready to detonate, but she wasn’t gonna come on my hand .

“Yes,” she hissed, clamping down on my fingers. “ Please .”

I pulled my board shorts down over my rock-hard cock and fisted myself. “I’m gonna come so hard inside you.” I rubbed through her desire and shoved in only an inch.

“Oh God,” she moaned, trying to push down on my dick. “More.”

“Slow,” I commanded, my hands on her hips, giving her another inch. I’d taken her every day, and she was wet as hell, but Jesus she was so damn tight.

“Damian, please .”

That was all I needed to lose control. I brought her down as I thrust up and sank to the hilt.

We both groaned.

“Fuck yeah.” I pulled back halfway then watched as I drove deep into her. “So fucking sexy, baby.” Hot, tight, mine—I couldn’t get enough of her.

“Anyone,” she panted, driving down on me as I thrust up. “Anyone can see us.”

The villa was on a damn cliff. “No one’s watching.” And I’d told Nikolas to make sure there was perimeter on the road leading up to the place. “We’re all alone.”

She leaned down and brought her mouth to mine. “I like being alone with you.”

Thank fuck.

I pulled her down on my cock, grabbed her face, and stilled. “Every day I get to wake up next to you, I’m grateful.” So damn grateful. “There’s no one I’d rather spend my life with.” I was living the fucking dream.

Her hands wrapped around my neck. “I love you.”

I pulsed deep inside her and brushed my thumb across her clit. “I meant what I said.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and stared at my lips. “What you said? ”

Fuck, she was sexy. I grasped a handful of her thick hair. “Give me your eyes, Calandra.”

She lifted her hooded gaze.

“I’m coming inside you.” We talked about this.

“Yes,” she whispered, rocking on my cock.

Gripping her hair tighter, I caught her jaw. “Tell me you know what this means.” I’d counted the days. This was no joke. Game fucking on or I needed to put on a condom.

Heat flushed her cheeks. “I know.”

“Give me the words,” I demanded, holding my fucking breath.

“Children,” she barely whispered. “It means a child.”

My nostrils flared and my dick surged to a new fucking level of hard. “Decision time, Princess.” I fought to keep my voice even. “You know how I feel.”

Soft and so fucking sweet, she kissed me.

Using every ounce of control I’d learned in the Marines, I didn’t fucking rush her.

Her lips, her breath, coasting across my mouth, she trailed kisses over my jaw, my neck. Her teeth grazed my ear, then she whispered, “Come inside me, my love. Give us a baby.”

My heart slammed against my rib cage, and I fucking growled.

Surging, I thrust so hard, her legs came off the lounger.

She gasped and a laugh of pure joy erupted from her. “Damian!”

“I fucking love you.” I drove into her once more, but the dominance in me couldn’t take another second of not being in control. Grasping the backs of her thighs, I gave her fair warning. “Hold on.” Standing, I yanked my board shorts all the way off, then put her down on the lounger on her back.

Following her, my cock never left her sweet pussy, but I wasn’t deep enough. Lifting one of her legs, I found her clit then thrust into her.

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh.”

Plunging in to her, hitting her G-spot, rubbing her clit, I felt her start to contract around me. “That’s it, beautiful.” I was barely holding back my own release. “Come for me.”

“Oh my God, Damian .” Her pussy gripped my cock.

I lost my grasp on control.

Grabbing her face, I drove my tongue into her mouth. Every fucking fantasy of her belly swollen with my kid, her laugh, her smile, being inside her, putting a ring on her, making her mine, it all culminated.

I fucking exploded, pumping my seed deep inside her.

“Calandra,” I rasped, kissing her everywhere I could fucking reach.

“Damian,” she breathed, saying my name with her accent.

“Fuck, I love hearing my name on your lips.” I kissed her again, and she melted under me.

Languid and thoroughly fucked, she looked up at me with her big brown eyes. A smile spread across her face, and she gently pushed on my chest.

“Shit, sorry.” Lost in her, my mind fucking gone, I had almost my full weight on her. Smiling, I pushed up and slowly pulled out of her. “Wrap your arms around me, baby.”

Submissive for me, she complied.

“Yeah,” I grinned, picking her up as I stood. “I fucking love that.” I sat back down, settling her on my lap.

“Love what?” She crossed her sexy legs and rested her head on my chest.

“Every submissive bone in your body,” I admitted.

“I am not,” she protested, but there was no bark behind it.

“You are in the bedroom, and I love it.”

A soft laugh, quiet, shy, and so fucking perfect, escaped her lips. “You mean the terrace?”

I laughed. “That too.” I kissed her forehead and looked out at the ocean and disappearing afternoon. “Dinner out or in?” If I had my way, I’d keep her naked for the rest of the week. Hell, always .

“In,” she whispered, wrapping her hands around my arm.

She still hated getting in a vehicle, and that alone made me want to kill that fucking bastard all over again—not that I’d pulled the trigger on the kill shot the first time, but I’d wanted to.

Stoking her hair, her back, I kissed the top of her head. “Dinner in it is.” The staff had left plenty of food for us to forage.

She kissed my chest. “We should probably have dinner one more time with my father before we leave.”

I pushed her forward just enough so I could see her eyes. “You good with going back to Florida?”

Freshly fucked and gorgeous, she nodded. “I am.”

I studied her expression for a moment. “You like it here.”

Inhaling, her gaze drifted to my chest as she traced an invisible line from one pec to the other. “I like it here because you are here.”

I fucking got it. She was my home too, but I still had to ask. “Where do you want to live?”

Her finger retraced its path, but she didn’t say anything.

I tipped her chin. “What?”

She bit her bottom lip, then released it. “How do you do that? Always know when I am thinking something?”

“The same way you know with me,” I clipped, impatient. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Slow, the finger traveled back across my chest and she nodded. “Okay.” She met my gaze. “I want to live in my house… Our house,” she corrected.

I knew this was coming. We’d stayed there every night together before coming to Naximos. But I also knew her reservation in asking because I’d made it clear as hell that I wasn’t gonna quit working and she wasn’t going to front our lifestyle with whatever money she had. Princess or not, I was the man of the house.

Before I could answer, she started talking. “I would like you to at least consider it.”

“I know what that house means to you.” I wasn’t going to be a complete asshole about it. “But I can’t afford it.” The mortgage had to be fucking astronomical.

She bit her lip.

“Jesus,” I groaned. “What?”

“It’s paid for.”

Christ. I fucking laughed.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Is that a good laugh, or a not good laugh?”

“It’s an ironic laugh, baby.” I kissed her once. “Do I want to know how you paid that off?” There was no fucking way she sold enough paintings for that piece of property.

Heat hit her cheeks, but they didn’t turn pink—they turned bright fucking red.

“Jesus,” I groaned. “Out with it.”

And she did. The words started coming out like a fucking confession.

“I didn’t want to say anything before, because you were so adamant about paying for things, and I wasn’t sure how to bring it up. But I bought my house from the money in my trust fund. I received an inheritance when my mother passed, and then being a citizen of Naximos, we all get an annual stipend, and I never spent mine growing up, I didn’t need to, and well, when I turned eighteen, my father gave me the trust fund, and if you add all of that up, it’s…” She waved her hand through the air. “It’s plenty.”

“Plenty?” I asked, incredulous.

Looking nervous as hell, she nodded.

“How many fucking zeros is plenty?”

She bit her lip.

Fuck me. “Calandra,” I warned.

“Seven,” she whispered.

“ Jesus fucking Christ .” Seven goddamn zeroes? “Cut off my balls why don’t you?” Fuck. Fuck .

The look of horror morphed across her gorgeous face. “I would never do that.”

She just fucking did. She just made every penny I earned look like chump change. I knew she was rich, but I didn’t know how rich, and this was the kind of shit that happened when you married someone you didn’t know.

And the fucking irony was she warned me about this. She said we should give it some time to get to know one another, but I knew enough about her. I’d heard what she’d said to me that night she’d confessed her feelings. I fucking got it. She didn’t want maybes, not if she was going to give away her heart. She wanted absolutes. I fucking got it. I felt the same damn way. And I loved her then, same as I loved her now. But goddamn.

Goddamn .

Seven motherfucking zeroes. That was double digit millions. She had tens of millions. Millions .

Motherfucking fucker.

“Damian.” Her accented voice quietly pleaded. “Please, say something.”

Man up , I silently chanted. Man the fuck up. Inhaling, then exhaling loudly, I fucking sucked it up. “Okay, here’s the fucking deal.”

She looked at me so fucking patiently, my heart fucking skipped.

Resigned, happy, cautious—fuck, I didn’t know what the hell I was except strung up by the fact that I’d never out earn her. That wasn’t ever how I saw my life playing out, and I had no intention of being a kept man, but I loved the hell out of her.

Goddamn, I loved her.

And I knew she wasn’t the type of person to ever hold this shit over my head. So, I cupped her face and gave it to her straight. “We live in your house. I’ll give my condo to my mom. You keep the gallery until we have kids. I still work. You can pay for some shit.” Because fuck, now she really needed to have a fucking security detail anytime I wasn’t going to be around. “But no buying me shit, no fucking Jags, or yachts, or any other expensive shit you think I might need.” She bought me a killer watch with a name I wasn’t even sure how to pronounce for a wedding gift that I was sure was ten times more than the ring I’d given her from that expensive-as-fuck jewelry store that put all their shit in blue boxes. “I don’t need anything, except you. Understand?”

She smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek. “Thank you.”

My heart fucking tripped all over itself. “Welcome,” I said gruffly, pulling her into me. “Any other shit you want to surprise me with today?”

“No.” She settled against my chest in what had become my favorite place for her to be when I wasn’t inside her. “I love you, Damian Tyler.”

Fuck, I loved her. I wrapped my arms around my wife and smiled my ass off. “I love the hell outta you, Calandra Tyler.”

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