The Alpha Bodyguards Books #4-6

Chapter Two

D ark hair, dark eyes, red lips, and curves for days—Jesus Christ, she was beautiful.

Helping her out of her car, I lost my fucking mind for a second and stared at her.

Mentally shaking myself out of it, I put my hand on her back. “This way.” Goddamn, I needed to get laid.

As if she had experience with a bodyguard, she ducked her head, moved closer to my side, and fell in step with me.

Fuck my life, jealousy reared.

Who the hell was this girl, and who’d trained her how to walk next to her security detail? Whoever the asshole was, I hated him.

I touched the communication device in my ear. “Approaching side entrance.”

Collins snorted through the comm. “Think you can manage to get your tongue back in your mouth by then?”

I refrained from telling him to fuck off. “Ten seconds, open the door.”

“Already open, asshole,” Collins clipped. “But you would know that if you’d take your eyes off her.”

In a fucking daze from her sweet scent and full tits, I snapped my head up, taking my eyes off her cleavage.

Collins, the jaded prick, stood at the open side entrance looking at me like I was an idiot.

“Now, now, children.” Tyler, another bodyguard we worked with, chuckled through his comm from somewhere inside the club. “Do I need to come out there and separate you two?”

“If the look on Trigger’s face is any indication, you’re gonna have to separate him from a brunette before the night’s up,” Collins hazed.

Tyler chuckled again. “She that hot? Who is she?”

Wanting to throat punch both Collins and Tyler, I settled for glaring at Collins.

Collins smirked at me, but answered Tyler. “Friend of the client.”

“Dreena isn’t a fucking client, you pricks, and neither am I,” Tank clipped through his comm. “Do your jobs and keep the paparazzi away from us tonight.”

“This is a job?” Collins asked sarcastically. “We’re getting paid for tonight?”

“No one asked you to be here,” Tank reminded him.

“We all just wanted to come out and see what kind of scandal you and your woman cause next,” Tyler joked.

Tank growled.

Ignoring all the bullshit the fucks I worked with dished out, I pressed my hand against the brunette’s back with more pressure than I needed to. Possessive shit I’d never entertained about any woman reared, and I opened my damn mouth.

“I’m taking her upstairs.” It wasn’t protocol, but I didn’t give a shit. She smelled like sin and fit next to me as if I’d been fucking her for years. In that moment, I didn’t care that this chick was all class and totally out of my league, I was taking her upstairs.

Ignoring Tyler and glaring at Collins so he didn’t say shit, I walked her through the side entrance.

The music from the club assaulted us, and her back stiffened.

Instinctual, ingrained, my hand went to the gun in my holster. “Problem?” I glanced around, but we were the only ones in the short hall.

She shivered. “No. I just….” She trailed off.

“You what?” I demanded, suddenly wanting to turn her the fuck around and take her out of here.

“Nothing.” Inhaling, she gave me a small, sexy-as-fuck, shy smile. “It’s silly. I’ve just… never been here before.”

Protective shit way beyond my job came out of nowhere. “You need to leave?”

“No, no, I’m good.” Her voice dropped, and I almost missed it. “Thank you, though.”

I rarely, if ever, needed to touch a client, and I sure as hell didn’t need to be touching her, but that didn’t stop me from taking it a step further. I put my arm around her shoulders and issued a command. “Left turn at the end of the hall. We’ll take the stairs to the VIP area.”

“Thank you,” her voice stronger, she replied courteously.

I didn’t say dick. If she knew the debaucherous shit running through my head and what I wanted to do to her sweet body and that short-as-hell dress, she wouldn’t be thanking me. She’d be telling me to fuck off.

Taking her up the stairs, I led her to the reserved area in the cordoned-off section Tank and his woman, Dreena, had.

Looking like he’d rather be anywhere else than in a fucking club, Tank tipped his chin at me.

Dreena jumped up, throwing Tank’s arm off her. “Ludeviene, you made it!”

Ludeviene .

Jesus Christ, even her name sounded classy. French or some shit, but still classy as hell.

I dropped my arm from her shoulder as she stepped forward to hug Dreena. “I did. Thank you so much for inviting me.”

Dreena brushed her off. “Oh, please. We share the same birthday month, how could I not?” She winked at her. “Anyhoo, you know Falcon, and you remember my publicist, Janette, and her assistant, Corrine.”

As everyone was saying hello, Tyler walked up and slapped me on the back before dropping his voice. “You done drooling, Trigger?” He wiggled his eyebrows at the brunette.

“Fuck off,” I muttered, hating the nickname.

Laughing, Tyler took a seat next to his woman, Calandra.

Dreena smiled at Tyler. “And these are our friends, Damian and Calandra Tyler.”

Tyler held his hand out to her. “Pleasure’s all ours. Have you met Ty?” Looking innocent as fuck, Tyler, that prick, raised an eyebrow and nodded in my direction.

I stepped back in to the shadows and positioned myself at the top of the stairs.

The brunette looked over her shoulder at me, and her cheeks straight-up flushed before she turned back to Tyler. “Well, not officially, but he walked me in.” She glanced back at me again. “Hello.”

A single fucking word, and it went straight to my dick.

Goddamn.

I tipped my chin, then focused my gaze over her head.

She blushed harder, then turned back to the group.

“You gonna stand there all night and nurse that hard-on, or you coming back downstairs?” Collins asked through the comms.

I was supposed to be stationed at the bottom of the stairs, vetting anyone going up, but my ass was staring at the petite brunette, and I didn’t feel like fucking moving. There was no reason for me to be in the VIP section, since Tank and Tyler were already up here. They were off duty for the night from our employer, Luna and Associates, but try telling a former Marine to not be on guard when he was in public. Never gonna happen. You could take a Marine off the battlefield, but you never took the Marine out of the man.

I touched my comm. “Fuck off, Collins.”

“Guess that means you’re staying,” he quipped.

“Incoming.” Preston’s voice came through our comms. “Five total. Three males, two females.”

I jogged down the stairs as they approached. One of the chicks looked hammered, and the three pricks in suits looked like Hollywood pretty boys. I glanced at Collins where he was stationed by the side exit.

The asshole smirked. “Looks like you’re gonna have to up your game.”

Preston came up behind the group, his eyes scanning everyone in the club. “Or buy a suit,” he quietly added before slipping back into the crowd and heading toward his post at the front entrance.

I let the group pass.

“Think he can fit in a suit?” Tyler interjected. “I mean, damn, dude. You hitting the roids for those guns?”

“Turn your fucking comm off, prick. You’re off duty,” I snapped, going back upstairs because I was already a junkie, jonesing for a look at the brunette.

Tyler chuckled. “Hey, babe, the guys think I should turn my comm off.”

Sexy and smooth, Calandra’s accented voice drifted into my ear as I watched her lean toward her man. “If you know what’s good for you, you will listen to them.”

“That’s it.” Tyler laughed. “I’m out.” He turned his comm off and kissed his woman.

“Let me guess,” Collins said dryly. “He’s already got his tongue down her throat.”

“Shut the fuck up, Collins.” I didn’t know why I was defending Tyler. He was a pussy for his woman.

“What crawled up your ass?” Collins asked.

Good fucking question.

“Incoming,” Preston warned. “Three more males.”

“Christ.” I was already watching one of the Hollywood suit pricks lean into the brunette. “What’s max capacity up here? Anyone check this shit out before we got here?” I jogged back down the stairs.

“Sixty,” Preston answered. “We aren’t even close yet.”

Three more pricks in dress shirts showed up, and I let them upstairs. It took one of them less than two seconds to scope out the brunette.

Goddamn, this was gonna be a long night.