The Alpha Bodyguards Books #4-6

Chapter Forty

I came inside her .

Seven fucking years, I came inside her .

Possessed, hungry, my appetite merely whetted, I didn’t wait for her to recover.

I crawled her up the bed and laid her on the pillows, then I started to fuck her in earnest.

“Oh my God, Preston.” She let out a sweet laugh. “No, I can’t.”

Threading my hand between our bodies, I set about proving her wrong. “Yes, you can.” I stroked her clit hard and fast.

Sensitive from just coming, her languid limbs suddenly tensed, and she grabbed my biceps. “ Oh, shit .” She started to shake again.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Fuck, I loved that shake. “Come again for me.”

As if her body was made for mine, she gave it up for me.

Her pussy gripped my cock, and that was all I needed.

I was ready to come again.

Sweat soaking our bodies and coating our chests, I gripped a handful of her hair with one hand and her ass with the other. Holding her head back, sucking on her neck, I fucked her. Her body spent from back-to-back orgasms, her pussy wet from my come and hers, I rocked in and out of her tight cunt.

Her legs bowed with my every thrust as our bodies slapped together.

My orgasm built, but I wanted to keep fucking her like this forever. Need driving away everything in my head except her, her body submissive and pliable under me, her orgasms mine, and my seed coating every inch of her womb— this was what I wanted.

Every fucking day of my life.

I didn’t hold back.

Growling out my release, I exploded inside her.

Fuck, fuck .

Buried deep against her cervix, I came so fucking hard, I jerked and her sweet cunt responded. An aftershock of her last orgasm made her pussy spasm around me, and I moved. Hard and tight, still fucking coming, I stroked her G-spot.

Her muscles stiffened, her legs came up and an animalistic wail vibrated her entire chest as her back bowed off the bed.

She fucking came again.

No words, just the vocal sounds of her orgasm filled the four walls of the bedroom before being swept out the open doors.

Shaking, sweating, her muscles let go one by one until it was only her perfect fucking cunt still constricting and releasing around my cock.

Then for three minutes, she lay prone under me.

Her legs out, one arm clinging to the back of my neck, her breathing heavy, her eyes closed, her mouth open, she finally moved. She licked her bottom lip.

Still buried inside her, I leaned down and bit the soft flesh.

Her eyes popped open, and she giggled.

“Welcome back.” I smiled.

“Hi.” A shy smile curved her lips.

“Are you okay?”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Okay?”

My smile held. “Yes.”

“No.” Her other arm snaked around my neck as she tried to rein in a smile. “No, I am most definitely not okay, Preston Vos. What. The hell . Was that?”

Fucking. How it should be done. “Sex.”

“ That —” She shook her head. “—was not sex.”

Seven years. Seventeen minutes. How it should’ve been done. Erasing the past. Building the future. It was exactly what it needed to be.

Holding her body to mine, I rolled to my back and pulled her thighs up on either side of me. I gently pushed her to a sitting position so I could watch her straddle me. “What was it?”

Inhaling sharply through her mouth, her small hands landed on my chest. “Epic fucking.”

I pushed her damp hair off her face, and the side of my mouth tipped up. “Epic?”

Her nostrils flared with another inhale, and her thighs squeezed my waist. “Yes. And other things.” She looked to where our bodies were connected, and color, more than the heat in the room, flushed her cheeks. “But I can’t stay like this. I, um….” She bit the corner of her lip. “I need to—”

“I feel it.” My seed, overflowing inside her, was leaking out onto me. “Leave it.” I held her thighs against my waist.

Her head popped up, and she looked at me with unfounded concern. “But your comforter, your sheets.”

“Our comforter, our sheets,” I corrected, segueing into the conversation I needed to have with her. “Both washable. What other things?”

“Preston,” she whispered, dipping her head.

“Sex, epic fucking.” I tipped her chin. “Tell me. What other things?” I needed to hear it from her.

Halfway between insecure shyness and her own brand of defiance, she looked down at me. “You’re going to make me say it?”

“Yes.” I traced a finger across her collarbone.

“Making love,” she whispered boldly.

I dropped my finger, dragging it down between her breasts. She was so fucking beautiful like this. “Are you ready to talk?”

The insecurity in her expression came back, and her response came out as a question. “I don’t know?”

I laid out seven years of want and three years of planning. “I bought this house for us. I want you and Nash to move in. I want him to go to a private school, and I want to wake up every morning to you.”

For two seconds, she didn’t move. She didn’t even blink.

Then.

“Preston,” she whispered.

I panicked. “Don’t answer me right now.” Holding her waist, I rolled her and reluctantly slid out of her. Turning her, I brought her back to my chest and wrapped my arms around her.

Her hands landed on my mine, and she tucked her head under my chin. “This house, it’s too much. I couldn’t even help you pay for it.”

It wasn’t enough. “The house is paid off, and it’s exactly enough. There are three more bedrooms besides Nash’s.” And a guest suite above the garage if she ever decided she wanted live-in help.

She turned her head to look up at me. “What are you saying?”

I coasted a finger over the scar low on her stomach. “I want children with you.”

Her face crumbled.

I frowned. “Why does that make you upset?”

“No, I….” She turned away. “This is a lot to take in. You’re a lot to take in.”

I ran through every expression, every smile and every laugh she’d given me today. “Right now, here in my arms, are you happy?”

“Life isn’t all about sex.”

“I’m not fucking you right now, I’m holding you.”

“Preston.” Her tone, her deep breath, both told me she was fighting for patience. “I meant that life is more than being…” Her hand waved in front of her, and she made an unfamiliar gesture I wasn’t sure was ASL or not. “…compatible in bed. My life is motherhood and working and errands and paying bills.” She turned to face me. “The majority of life, unfortunately, isn’t this, what we have right now. What if we’re not compatible outside the bedroom?”

I didn’t like how she said right now or questioned our compatibility. “We are.” Perfectly compatible. “We’ve spent the day together. When you move in, you won’t need to worry about bills or working. Be a stay-at-home mother. Take Nash to school. Spend time with me.”

Surprising me, her frown turned into a smile. “Naked time after I drop my kid off in the car line like all the soccer moms?”

Suspicious of her smile, I didn’t return it. “Yes.”

She buried her face in my neck and snuggled in to me. “Well, that’d be one way to get knocked up. A week of your kind of sex and I’d be carrying twins.”

That time, I did smile. “Perfect.”

She leaned back and looked up at me. “You’re serious, aren’t you? About all of this.”

Deadly serious. “Yes.”

She snuggled back in to me. “Noted. I’ll take it under advisement.”

“Mercy,” I warned.

She laughed. “Okay, okay.” She looked up at me and smiled. “How about a date, and then we’ll take it from there?”

A date.

Fuck this.

I rolled her to her back and shoved her thighs wide with my knee. Settling between her legs, I took her wrists and pinned her arms over her head. “I don’t date, and I’m not dating you. You and Nash are moving in. You don’t have to work. You don’t have to worry about money or bills, and you can look at the private schools close by.”

Her expression stilled, but her voice, her eyes, they turned soft. “I’m processing.”

My dick, already hard again, ghosted at her wet entrance, and I lost my fucking patience. “Good. Process away. I’ll call the moving company tomorrow.” And take care of this shit once and for all.

Her eyes went wide, but then she surprised the fuck out of me. She burst out laughing. And once she started, it was as if she couldn’t stop. She tugged her hands free from my grasp, tears slid down her cheeks, and just like her son, she held her stomach. But then she pulled it together, swiped at her face, and sank her hands into my hair as she smiled up at me. “Why, Preston Vos, I do believe you’re irritated with me.”

“Completely.” I rubbed my cock through her wetness and over her clit.

She grinned. “I think I like you irritated.”

She’d like me more fucking. “Good.”

“I think I like you,” she whispered.

“You better more than like me.” I shoved into her.