The Alpha Bodyguards Books #4-6

Chapter Fifty

I picked her up .

“Put me down!” she struggled.

“No.” Not a fucking chance.

I carried her into the warehouse, through the open space and to my bed.

I threw her down.

She was scrambling to get away before her ass bounced, but I grabbed her thigh with one hand and growled in warning, ripping my T-shirt off with the other.

“Let me go!”

I gripped her wrist and yanked her hand to me, putting her fingers on my chest. “What’s this?” I demanded.

For a split second, fear shot across her expression before her gaze cut to my chest and she masked it. “Fuck you.”

“ What . Is this?” I used her finger to point.

She tried to jerk her hand away but I held tight. “I don’t know.”

“ Look, goddamn it .”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “A…” She swallowed. “A cupcake.”

“What do you get every Friday from Sweet Touch bakery?”

She flinched at my tone, but she answered. “A cupcake.”

I moved her hand to my right bicep. “What’s this?”

She bit her lip. “Roses.”

I moved her fingers to my abs. “What are these?”

“More roses,” she said quieter.

I moved her hand to the top of my left shoulder, just under my collarbone where there more roses. “What are the only flowers you’ve planted in your front yard?”

“Roses.” Fighting not to cry, she looked away. “After my mom died.”

Not letting up, I moved her hand down to my left bicep. “What’s this?” I demanded.

Her chest rose and fell two more times. She glanced to the spot where I held her, then quickly looked away. “A map.”

“Of?”

She shook her head.

“ Of what ?” I bit out.

“Florida,” she barely said.

“Look closer,” I ordered.

She glanced back at my shoulder with pain in her eyes. “Where I live,” she breathed.

I moved her hand to where the base of my neck met my chest, just over my heart. “What is the one endearment I’ve called you? The one thing I’ve called you that I’ve never, ever called another woman?”

A tear slid down her check. “Stop,” she quietly begged.

My voice rose with seven years of regret. “ What does it say ?”

“Sweetheart,” she choked on a sob.

“What did I call you the first night I met you?” I demanded.

“Sweetheart,” she whispered.

I moved her hand again. To the side of my neck.

“Stop.” She tried to pull it away. “ Please stop .”

I would never stop.

Holding her fingers to my inked skin, I leaned forward and lowered my voice to a lethal calm. “What is this?”

Tears slid down her face. “I don’t know.” She looked away.

I gripped her chin and brought her back. “Sacred geometry.” My nostrils flared, and I fought for control. “Abstract and permanent, all over my fucking neck on both sides. They’re symbolic of daisies .”

Covering her face with her free hand, she cried.

“You’re all over me.” My every other thought, she’d crawled in to my head seven years ago, and she’d never left.

She cried harder.

I let go of her hand and jerked my pants off. “You’re the only woman on me.”

Sobbing, she covered her face with both hands and brought her knees up.

Harder than I’d ever been, irrationally pissed, and fucking broken, I gripped her ankles and yanked her legs down. “Every goddamn morning, you’re the first thing I think of.”

“ Preston .” Her back hit the bed and her hair spread out everywhere.

“Every night I close my eyes, I see you in my dreams.” I yanked her jeans off.

Her hands covering her face, her cheeks stained, she didn’t fight me. She cried.

Fisting myself, I shoved her leg open with my knee and crawled over her. Prying her hands off her face, I took her chin. “You think I don’t love you?”

Fresh tears fell down her cheeks, and she bit her bottom lip as her hands wrapped around my wrist.

“ Answer me ,” I demanded.

She shook her head.

“ANSWER.”

“You love me!”

I shoved into her.

She gasped out a cry, my cock hit her cervix, and her back arched.

My head fucking spun.

Hot, wet, anger, hurt, frustration, regret—I felt it all as a groan roared from the depths of my chest.

Pulling back, I thrust into her again.

And again.

Her body shook. My lungs filled with air, and I gave her the truth.

“I’ve never been in a woman bare before you. No other woman has ever touched my heart.” Cupping her tearstained face, I held her gaze. “You’re on me. You’re in me. You own me .” I thrust once. “Permanently.”

“Preston—”

“I fell for you in eight goddamn seconds. I did everything for you. I wanted to be a better man for you. I wanted to give you and Nash a life you both deserve. It was always you.” I brought my mouth above hers. “ It was always you .”

She dissolved in to tears.

I gripped her tighter and buried myself deep inside her. “I love you, Kyrie Eleison Asher.”