The Alpha Bodyguards Books #4-6

Chapter Thirty-Four

B arely holding on to my control, I drove into her slow. “Feel good?”

Her whole gorgeous face went soft as she stared into my eyes. “Yes,” she whispered, running her hands up my arms and grabbing the back of my neck. “So very good,” she breathed.

I lost my fucking mind.

Then, because I’d lost it and I didn’t give one single damn that I was catapulting toward disaster with her, I fucking smiled. But I didn’t just smile, I winked. Like a tool, like a player, like a man who ate the motherfucking proverbial canary, I winked because I had her.

I fucking had her .

The sweetest goddamn victory and prize all rolled into one that I’d ever tasted. Her soft curves putty in my hands, and her tight pussy wet as hell for me, I felt like I’d won.

Then a concept I’d never fucking thought about hit my thick skull like an IED detonating.

She was mine.

Fucking mine .

No man had ever been inside this woman but me.

I’d fucked virgins before. I knew what the fuck I was feeling the second I’d popped her cherry. But the difference was I’d never cared before. I hadn’t fucked a virgin since before I’d enlisted, and back then all I’d given a shit about was getting my own.

But now I was staring at a gorgeous woman getting off on my cock, knowing no other prick had ever fucking gone where I was going, and goddamn it, I wasn’t just stroking in and out with my dick, I was fucking her with more than my body. I wanted to fill her sweet cunt and come over and over. Then I wanted to do that shit again.

I wanted my seed running down her leg, I wanted to be the mess between her legs, and for once in my life, I thought about what-if.

What if I kept her? What if I took her again? What if I didn’t walk away? That shit chanted in my head, and I opened my fucking mouth.

Grabbing her hair, pulling her head back, I latched my mouth onto her throat. “You still thinking you want more?” Fuck, I wanted to come inside this woman a thousand times, then start over and do it all again.

Sweet and soft, she moaned, “Yes.” Then she clamped down on my dick. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Fuck me . “Good,” I growled, taking her hips again. “I’m coming inside you.”

Pulling her down as I thrust up, I drove in once hard.

Her back bowed, and she fucking let go. “ Ahhh! ”

I was done for.

Holding her tight, I fucking pounded into her and I came. Goddamn, I came . Her tight cunt filling with my hot seed, she shook. My eyes swam to the back of my head, and for one single fucking moment, every goddamn thing was perfect.

Then it got fucking better.

I fell back, she landed on me, and our sweat mixed. Her hair stuck to my chest, my dick was covered in her blood and my come, and her small hands flattened on my chest before she did the last fucking thing I expected.

She kissed me. Right over my heart.

Sweet and soft like her, her lips touched the only place on my body I didn’t trust, then she laid her cheek against me and went lax.

Her virginity was a gift I never should’ve been given. But that kiss? No woman had ever kissed me like that, not even my own mother. I rubbed a hand up her back, and my voice came out rough. “Thank you.” Jesus, I didn’t deserve this woman.

“Thank you ,” she whispered back.

I twisted her thick hair around my fist, already hating the inevitable moment when she’d climb off me. “You okay?”

“Yes.” So fucking innocent, it crushed me, she kissed my bruised ribs. “Are you?”

“I’m fine.” Unlike every other woman I’d ever been with, this woman had fucked-up thoughts of permanence filling my head faster than I could drive them away, and I was opening my mouth. “Why can’t you get pregnant?”

“Because I have my period.”

I pushed her up so I could see her face.

Her gaze, spent and satiated, met mine as a shy smile touched her full lips.

My heart fucking skipped, but I schooled my expression. “So you can have kids?” I had Nash I had to help raise. I didn’t need to be thinking about this shit. I wasn’t keeping her, and she wasn’t keeping me. I couldn’t afford her even if I’d wanted to keep her. Half my salary I socked away in an account I’d set up for Nash for when he turned eighteen or when I died, whichever the fuck came first. So I had no business asking, and zero fucking business even thinking about whether or not this woman could have kids.

But then she smiled hesitantly and destroyed my sanity. “Well, yes. But not right now. Not when… you know…” Her voice quieted. “I have my period.”

I fucking blinked. “So you were just feeding me a line?”

“No, I mean, well, yes, but it was true and…” Her cheeks flamed and her voice turned hesitant. “I thought that’s what every man wanted to hear?”

Jesus fucking Christ , this woman.

I laughed.

Looking horrified, her eyes went wide as hell. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re fucking funny. Come on.” I yanked the sheet off the couch and wrapped it around her as I grabbed the backs of her thighs and stood.

She gasped. “Ty!”

“What?” I hadn’t noticed my ribs when I was fucking her, but now I was.

“Your injury. You can’t carry me.”

“I can do any damn thing I want.” I lifted her higher. “Wrap your leg around me, woman.”

No hesitation, she did as I said.

Wondering how the fuck I was going to let her go in a couple hours, I carried her upstairs to the shower.