The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter One

C rossing my arms, I leaned against the beach wall and watched her naked ass run across the sand.

“Goddamn it,” Tyler cursed through the comm. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Halting before the water, she threw her arms out and shook her head dramatically before backing up.

She had a huge rack, but she was skinny as shit. “That a rhetorical question?”

“ Jesus Christ ,” Tyler muttered. “I thought she was passed out.”

“You seriously that na?ve?” He’d been at this bodyguard gig as long as me. He knew better.

“Fuck you.”

Ignoring him, I scanned the beach. “You better grab her.” A crowd was growing.

“You do it,” Tyler snapped.

Hell no. “I’m not her handler.” I was, however, gonna stand there and watch the fuck outta her naked, tight ass.

Tyler growled in frustration. “Why the hell does Luna keep assigning me these crazy-ass bitches?”

“What’s wrong, pretty boy, didn’t get your dick wet tonight?” The female clients always went for him. He looked like a goddamn GQ model and smiled like a saint.

“Again. Fuck you,” Tyler bit out. “Unlike your unprofessional ass, I don’t sleep with the clients.”

I smirked. “Who said anything about sleeping? ”

Tires screeched and I glanced to my left. “Time’s up. Paparazzi. Three o’clock.”

A couple photogs spilled out of a van, yelling, “ Dreena! Dreena! ”

Audrina “Dreena” MacKenzie.

Hollywood’s hottest actress.

Running naked as fuck across the sand in South Beach at—I glanced at my watch—oh-one-hundred, while her bodyguard, my coworker, stood watching.

I tossed the toothpick in my mouth and pushed off the seawall. “What the fuck you waiting for, Tyler? An invitation?”

“Fucking hell.” He sighed. “Here goes nothing.”

I watched him approach her sweet ass.

“Miss MacKenzie,” Tyler clipped. “You need to come with me. Right now.”

The second her name left his mouth, I knew he’d made a crucial error. “Wrong approach,” I warned.

“Ohhhh.” Dreena turned on him. “Hurry! They’re drowning .” She flailed her arms.

“No one’s drowning, ma’am.” Tyler took another step toward her.

“STOP!” she screeched, her arms going straight out in front of her, hands up.

“Told you,” I said into the comm. “Wrong approach.”

Tyler turned his head slightly. “What the fuck do you want me to do?” he whisper-hissed.

“Pick her ass up.” Fireman style.

“Fuck you, Tank.” He looked back toward the spoiled actress. “It’s time to leave, Miss MacKenzie. The paparazzi are here. You need to get back to the hotel and put some clothes on.”

Her fuckable mouth opened and she let loose at the top of her lungs. “We’re all drowning!”

The paps rushed across the beach, and a crowd came out of nowhere. Camera phones, flashes, shouting. Dreena! Dreena MacKenzie! Oh my God, she’s naked! Is she drunk? Dreena !

“Fuck this shit.” Tyler finally threw her over his shoulder.

The spoiled little actress let loose with a bloodcurdling scream.

I shut off my comm for a second then turned it back on when I saw she’d stopped screaming.

“I’m drowning! We’re drowning! You have to row!” Her cries carried across the beach.

“Ma’am,” Tyler ground out, ignoring the cameras pointed at them, “we’re not drowning.”

“YOU HAVE TO ROW US TO SHORE.”

If I wasn’t watching the shitshow unfold with my own eyes, I wouldn’t fucking believe the spectacle I saw next.

Tyler started rowing. Legit mime paddling with the arm not hanging on to her.

“We’re rowing, ma’am, we’re rowing.” Tyler’s arm kept going like a fucking fish outta water. “Almost to shore. Hang on. I got you.”

I cracked a smile. “Fucking priceless.”

“Coming at you, Tank.”

“No fucking way.” I shook my head.

“Your vehicle’s closer,” Tyler argued.

“Keep rowing!” the hot mess of an actress screeched.

Tyler rowed some more. “Open the back,” he ground out.

I crossed my arms. “I’m off duty.”

“Open. The motherfucking back! ”

Half to fuck with Tyler, half to take in the hot mess over his shoulder, I stood there a moment and watched him carry her toward me. Her long hair tangled and hanging everywhere, her bare ass over Tyler’s shoulder looking like it was made for sin, her legs long enough to wrap around my waist—I’d fuck her.

“Now!” Tyler bellowed as he passed me.

I hit the key fob, and a few yards behind me, the back of the SUV opened.

“We made it, ma’am. We’re safe on land.” Tyler threw her ass in and slammed the back shut as the paparazzi descended on us like a fucking swarm of gnats.

I got behind the wheel, and Tyler jumped in the passenger seat. The paparazzi’s camera flashes kept going off like a red carpet event, lighting up the interior despite the limo-tinted windows.

I cranked the engine and floored it, pulling into the nighttime traffic in South Beach.

For two whole seconds it was dead quiet in the back, then movement in the rearview mirror caught my attention.

She sat up and looked around like a caged animal.

“Round two,” I warned.

Tyler turned in his seat. “Oh fuck. Lock the doors, quick .”

She reached for the back release as I hit the lock button. When she realized she couldn’t get out, a keening filled the car and she started to thrash.

Tyler looked at me like he couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Bad day at the office, dear?” I deadpanned.

“You’re not fucking funny.”

I smirked. “Says the asshole who rowed his way across South Beach.”

He tipped his head toward the back. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I can’t carry her into the hotel like this.”

I glanced in the rearview mirror again. “Why the hell did you let her out of your sight in the first place?” Seeing her tits bounce around like she was being fucked made my cock twitch.

“I was tired, okay? We’d been up since three a.m. for a last-minute scene retake she had to do that wound up taking all day. She kept powering Red Bulls, then switched to alcohol, and by ten p.m. she was fucking hammered at Club Frenzy, dancing her ass off. A couple hours later, when she finally told me she was done, I got her in the Escalade and she started acting weird. I asked what the fuck she took, but all she said was she needed to sleep.”

She let out a loud-as-fuck animal noise, like a horse neighing .

Tyler raised his voice and spoke over her like this shit was normal as fuck. “She was a stumbling mess on the way to the room. I got her in bed, she looked like she passed out face-first, so I shut the door. Five minutes later, I was on the couch with my eyes closed and the door to the suite bangs shut. By the time I threw my boots on and called for backup, she’d streaked down the hall to the elevator. The doors closed before I could grab her, so I ran my ass down twenty flights only to see her sprint through the hotel lobby and take off across the street toward the beach. That’s when you showed.” He looked over his shoulder, shook his head, then slumped in his seat. “Why the hell are you here if you’re off duty?”

“I was just leaving the office when your call for backup came in. Thought I’d come by and watch the sideshow.” I shook my head. “Which, by the way, was epically fucked. Hundred bucks says you’re viral by tomorrow.”

His groan was drowned out by the actress who’d graduated to roaring like a lion.

My cell rang through the car’s Bluetooth. I turned up the volume and answered. “Tank.”

“ Jesucristo , why the hell am I seeing naked photos of our client all over the fucking internet?” André Luna, our boss and owner of Luna and Associates, practically yelled. “Wait. Did I just hear a lion ?”

Tyler rubbed a hand over his face. “That’s the client, boss.”

“She’s making animal sounds?”

Tyler glanced at me as he answered Luna. “Yes, sir.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Luna asked, incredulous.

Tyler sighed. “Acid, I think, sir.”

Luna swore again in Spanish. “First, we’re gonna discuss this shit tomorrow. Second, contain this mess, Tyler. Contain her, contain whatever the hell you have to. Your ass is already all over social media. Get out of sight, you hear me? Your face plastered all over the internet makes you useless to me.”

“Copy that,” Tyler answered, sounding exactly like you would when you’d had your ass handed to you by the boss .

“Tank,” Luna snapped. “You’re up.”

Fuck that. “Not unless you wanna pay me overtime.” I’d just come off another job.

“I’m charging her agent triple for this shit, and I’m calling her publicist. I don’t deal with fucking junkies. Keep her behind closed doors until we can unload her ass tomorrow. And yes, you’re making overtime on this, plus the overage I’m charging her agent.”

I wasn’t an idiot. I’d take the money. “Done.”

“Congratulations,” Luna said sarcastically. “You got a new client.”