Saber

 

Day one was going rougher than I had thought, and I hadn’t expected a smooth landing in the first place. Start with a pissed off, prissy starlet who didn’t want anything to do with me, then add a dangerous biker gang leader for an uncle, and just for good measure just throw in a little hard cock lusting after her perky, toned, smooth body.

 

Yep, definitely wasn’t going well.

 

Renee had spent the first hour of my arrival telling me all about how she didn’t want me here. How she thought that I was crude and awful, uncouth and everything she didn’t want in a man in general, not even a bodyguard. Although her words had stung a little bit, I wasn’t really all that offended by them. She wouldn’t be the first woman to tell me that I wasn’t her type—and a lot of the time they still ended up riding me until they were sweaty and boneless. Mostly, I tuned her out and let her rant, enjoying the view. She’d stayed in that little triangle bikini set, so there was plenty good to look at.

 

Pacing around the room—we’d moved into the massive living room at this point—I watched as her hips swayed back and forth and her breasts bounced. Her bikini turned out to be a string bikini, for which I was eternally grateful. The backside of her bottoms was little more than a tiny triangle that sat upon the tops of her ass cheeks before the string disappeared between them, leaving the rest bare.

 

Her ass was round and firm with those perfectly rounded bottoms that liked to hang out of booty shorts and panties. Seeing them just exposed like that was giving me a raging hard-on, but I couldn’t really say that I was upset about it.

 

Her long legs moved gracefully, like she was a model on a catwalk, as she paced back and forth. The pacing was nice because it let me watch her backside for a little bit, her hips rounded and full, her legs perfectly toned with that little space between them at the apex of her thighs where I knew her hot core was. Then she would turn around to walk back towards me again and I could see her trim waist and her large, perky breasts, the nipples showing through the stretchy triangles of her bathing suit top. They bounced a little as she walked, pushing together and swinging just a little with each step.

 

Oh, yes, it wasn’t all bad despite the lecture.

 

“Are you even listening to me?” she half screamed at me.

 

She had stopped pacing and was now standing about a foot away from where I’d plopped down into one of her overstuffed armchairs. She had her hands on her full hips and was leaning forward slightly so that her breasts had come together, pushed by gravity, leaving a line of cleavage that was enticing and still a little shiny from whatever suntan lotion she’d used earlier. Her long blonde hair tumbled down over one shoulder looking like spun silk, urging me to reach for it and run my thick fingers through what I knew would be incredibly soft strands.

 

“Sure,” I said, my voice rougher than I’d intended. “You hate my guts, wish I’d get the hell out of here, you don’t need a bodyguard anyway, blah, blah, blah. Did I miss anything?”

 

Her bright blue eyes narrowed at me, reminding me that her face was just as sweet and beautiful as the rest of her perfectly shaped, tempting body. Her lips were full despite being pursed together and she looked like she wanted to try to smack me again.

 

Don’t do it, I thought, because I knew how that would go. I wouldn’t just stand there and let her slap me, not when I didn’t deserve it. And if she tried again, then I’d catch her wrist again. From there, things would deteriorate quickly. I was already sitting and she was already leaning forward. My cock was hard and her body was all but screaming for lewd things to be done to it. I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to pull her to me, to jerk her hand enough that she lost her footing and fell onto my lap, maybe with her legs spread to catch herself so that she’d straddle me. And then I’d have to pull her closer until her breasts pushed against me and I felt the nipples through my thin t-shirt. Her warm core would be poised right over the zipper of my jeans and I could jerk up into it.

 

I snapped back to the present when Renee pulled away a little, her cheeks flushed with anger. Her arms folded just beneath her breasts, making them push together even more. Hope flared when they looked like they might pop loose of those little triangles to show me those already pebbled nipples. I was willing to bet they were a rosy pink color.

 

Stop it, I admonished myself. I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me. I wasn’t usually this uncontrollably horny, but with her all bets seemed to be off.

 

Which was definitely not good. I needed to keep a healthy dose of distance between myself and her if only because I knew that Ryder was not going to be okay with me trying to get into her pants. And if she actually let me…well, that wouldn’t go over any better.

 

“You’re an ass,” she told me suddenly, turning away so that I could see her perfect ass again.

 

Focus, focus, I told myself. The problem was, her body seemed to be all I could focus on right then. Yep, I definitely need to find some horny chick to fuck. And soon.

 

While she was turned away, I adjusted myself in my jeans, hoping that my hard-on was discreet enough beneath the denim.

 

“Look, lady,” I started, pushing aside my desire as best I could. How could such a bombshell be such a bitch? “I didn’t ask to be here, okay? I was told to watch you and that’s what I’m going to do because your uncle is my boss and I like my job. I like it enough to want to keep it. So it looks like we’re just going to be stuck with each other for a while.”

 

I saw her shoulders tense. There was a pause and I thought maybe I had gotten through to her—could we actually reach some sort of civility?—but then she opened her mouth again. “Right, I’m sure this is just torture for you. You have to stay in this big mansion and watch me, a famous movie star! It must be just horrible for you.”

 

Irritation gripped me. How could one person be this full of themselves? Lifting myself up from the chair and ignoring the discomfort of my jeans, I snarled at her, “Damn right it is. Imagine getting stuck with some second rate so called star. Your movies are enough to make me want to gouge out my own eyes.”

 

Not true; I hadn’t seen a single one of her movies. But that really wasn’t the point. I was willing to play dirty and strike her where it hurt if that was what it was going to take. Which, apparently it was.

 

She whirled around to face me, a scandalized look on her face. For that look alone the lie was worth it. For a second she was speechless. Her mouth opened and closed several times, like she was trying to suck in air and having a hard time of it, the result being them forming a small o. It made me notice her full, sultry lips. My mind dipped once more to the gutter, imagining what those lips might look like, what they might do. I imagined the way they would look wrapped around my thick member, sliding up and down, maybe popping the head out before swallowing it again. Maybe they’d even leave a ring of that glossy, racy cherry red lipstick she was wearing around the last inch of my cock, the part that she probably wouldn’t be able to take in without gagging.

 

I let out a shuddering breath, stepping closer to her, closer than I really meant to. She left her mouth parted as she looked up at me beneath thick, dark lashes.

 

“Close that mouth,” I whispered to her in a voice thick with desire, “before I find something long and thick to fill it with.”

 

Her bright blue eyes widened slightly at my words. I was sure she was going to get pissed off, be thoroughly offended and scandalized by my lewd suggestion. She wasn’t. Instead, I saw her eyes darken slightly with desire as her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. I saw her lower lip tremble slightly and her whole body shake as she sucked in a heaving breath that made her breasts rise and fall heavily.

 

And that was when I knew for sure: She wants me, too.

 

The knowledge kicked my already intense desire into overdrive. Despite all my drowning needs for her, I had written her off as inaccessible not merely because she was Ryder’s niece, but because she wouldn’t be interested in a guy like me. I was most definitely not her type and she had made that very clear from the moment we met. Not that it stopped my mouth from letting suggestive things slip out. Now that I knew that she wanted me, the urge to throw her down on the white carpet floor and spread her legs was almost irresistible.

 

She’d let me fuck her, I knew it.

 

I felt myself leaning towards her without even realizing it, but she must have, because a second later she jerked back away from me, nearly tripping. At the last second, she steadied herself.

 

I watched as she pulled a mask of composure over her features, working hard to control her breathing. When she straightened herself up and turned towards me, she said, “I can assure you that I don’t want whatever you have to offer. No matter how long and thick it is.” Her eyes darted down to my pants where my cock strained against my zipper. Her cheeks reddened.

 

My eyebrows quirked in surprise and a grin slipped onto my lips, though I didn’t mean for it to. My look must have said something to her, because that lovely little flush of hers traveled down her neck and speckled the tops of her breasts. It was adorable and sultry all at once.

 

“Whatever you say, princess,” I murmured.

 

Silence spread between us suddenly, heavy laden with a tension that was sexual for me and probably for her as well. Despite what her mouth said, her body seemed to be responding to me in all the right ways.

 

Depends on your definition of right, came a little voice from the back of my mind. Probably the place where reason was still trying to work.

 

Focusing on that part of my brain, the one where I could still be reasonable, I tried to calm down. I wasn’t going to fuck her. That wasn’t an option. Which meant that if I didn’t want to endure this torture for too long, I was going to have to get myself the hell out of her life as quickly as possible. Her words from earlier—you have to stay in this big mansion and watch me—rang through me a second time as their underlying meaning hit me.

 

I had to stay with her. I was her shadow. From now until Ryder called me off.

 

It wasn’t a bad thing, all things considered. I got to watch her body and her pouty lips, and I’d already proved to myself that I could tune most of what she said out, so the spoiled little princess crap wouldn’t drive me just completely insane. Hopefully, I could get her to just hang out here at the mansion so I wouldn’t have to worry about the potential dangers outside.

 

Maybe she’d spend most of that time at the pool.

 

No, where the problem came in was that I had intended to go out tonight and pick up the horniest, prettiest blonde I could find and fuck her into oblivion. And when I recovered—regardless of whether she had—I’d do it again. I’d just put that on repeat until I was exhausted and hopefully sated enough that when I came back I wouldn’t feel the unrelenting need to be inside blonde bombshell Renee Teana.

 

All of which had been a really good plan. Until I just now realized that I wouldn’t be able to leave her side. I would be sleeping here tonight in some guest room upstairs. Probably right next to hers. Picturing her naked and hot, maybe bothered, maybe needy, maybe even touching herself, slipping her fingers between moist lips.

 

How was I supposed to handle that?

 

Jerk yourself off, my mind answered me.

 

Unwillingly I admitted that that was exactly what was going to have to happen. I was going to have to pump my own cock until I came just so that I wouldn’t lose my fucking mind in this damn house.

 

It was not encouraging me.

 

Sighing, I decided that I was going to have to expedite this particular job. Finding the asshole who went after her that night seemed unlikely and I certainly wouldn’t be doing anything with that aspect anyway. That was on Ryder and the Dark Angels. Unfortunate, because I would have been much more comfortable dealing with that aspect.

 

Thinking it over, I decided that there wasn’t a lot I could do on my end except for protect her. Which was all well and good, but maybe if I could make her feel safe again…maybe then she wouldn’t need a bodyguard. After all, there was a chance that this was a onetime incident.

 

“Look, I think we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot,” I said, forcing my voice to be even and not lustful as it had been earlier. “I’m here by orders that neither of us have a say in, right?”

 

She gave me a glance out of the corner of her eye, but nodded.

 

“So we should make the most of it.” I saw her eyebrows lift at that and realized how that might have come off given my previous comments. Don’t think about sex, don’t think about sex, I tried to convince myself, which of course wasn’t working. “What I mean is that I’m here. I’m here to protect you and I promise you that I won’t let anything happen to you so long as I am here. You’re safe with me.”

 

For a second she looked like the little girl that Ryder spoke of, a child who needed protecting. Her blue eyes had grown large and shiny, her light blonde hair and soft curls making her look angelic. If I didn’t look down at the lovely curves that had my body raging, I could see the vulnerable girl who was scared of the bad things out there that were after her.

 

It made me want to reach for her for the first time not in lust, but in comfort. Then the spell was broken.

 

Her eyes steeled and narrowed at me. She tossed her hair over her shoulder expertly and put her hands on her hips. “I don’t need you here,” she told me haughtily, like she was the goddamned Queen of England. “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you.”

 

Anger flared in me and I snarled before I could think better of it, “Oh? Like you did last night, right?”

 

Her whole body tensed and instantly I regretted the words, but then she spun on her heel and headed towards a flight of stairs. Frustrated, I followed after her, considering apologizing for my harsh reminder of what must have been terrifying for her the night before. Then she spoke again.

 

“It’s hardly my fault that people adore me,” she told me over her shoulder as she moved to the first step of the large, spiraling staircase. “After all, most civilized people have good taste.”

 

I snapped again. “Keep telling yourself that, princess.”

 

The look she sent over her shoulder at me was a harsh glare that told me I had definitely struck a nerve earlier with that crappy movie comment. It sent a rush of satisfaction through me to know that I’d gotten to her, petty as it was.

 

Huffing slightly, she told me, “I need to get ready. Unlike some people, I have places to be and things to do. Don’t disturb me.”

 

Before she could take another step towards the second floor, I reached out and grabbed her, jerking her forcibly back to me. The tug was harder than I had intended and had her stumbling as she swiveled to face me. Her body was off balance as it collided with mine, my arms instinctively going to her all but bare hips in an effort to steady her. Her hands pressed against my shoulders for more stability and I found her chest pressed against mine, her breasts trying to flatten themselves against my hard muscles. Her lips were mere inches from my mouth and I had the intense urge to devour them, to see if they really tasted like cherries.

 

“Get ready for what?” I ground out, because I needed to remind myself that I was her bodyguard, I was here to protect her. I needed to know these things, I needed to know what was going on or I couldn’t do my job. But damn did her body feel good pressed against mine, heat transferring quickly between us.

 

She licked her lips, her eyes hazy with lust again. “I…” She swallowed, making me want to run my hand along the long column of her neck. “A party…” She was breathless as she spoke and I thought maybe the hammering I felt against my chest was her heart.

 

The urge to close those last couple of inches between our mouths was so intense that I nearly did it.

 

Then she jerked back away from me, regaining her balance and putting on her haughty face again. She cleared her throat and said, “I’m not going to let this whole,” she gestured wildly with one delicate hand, “thing change my life. I’m going to the party.”

 

Shuddering, I took a moment, then bit out, “Fine. But I’m going with you. That’s my job and I’m going to do it right.”

 

She paused then, and without looking back at me said, “If you insist. But you’re going to have to change, too, then. I have a reputation to keep and I refuse to be seen in public with someone dressed like that.”

 

I narrowed my eyes at her. There was no way in hell I was going to wear some damn monkey suit for her or anyone else.

 

“Don’t worry,” she told me as she continued up the staircase. “I think I have something in your size.”

 

I watched her ass the entire way up the stairs, desire burning within me right along with the indignant anger, as I imagined what those perfectly rounded cheeks would feel like being squeezed in my rough palms.

 

This is going to be hell, I thought, and reluctantly stalked up the stairs.