I walk around the big pool and up to the patio door, sliding it open for Axle. He waits for me to walk through it first, giving me a sign of his respect, and follows me inside. The beads of sweat covering my body are blasted by the air conditioning, making me shiver. I slide the patio door shut and head over to the kitchen, parched after my morning workout in the blazing hot California sun. In the hottest days of the summer, the weather here reminds me of my time in the desert. I swear one of the reasons I still can’t stand going to the beach is because it is just too much like walking around the endless sand in Afghanistan.

I push the thoughts from my mind, they don’t do me any good now. Besides, I know all too well the slippery slope that thinking about the war leads me down. The depths of hell have nothing on the gut-lurching flashes that leave my body frozen as they fester in my mind.

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and pop the top, taking a long, refreshing swig. It feels good to sweat out all my anger after last night. It took me a long time to calm down enough to even shut my eyes and get some sleep after I met Vanessa’s ex.

I mean, what the hell did she ever see in that guy? I know I’ve seen his face on some posters and he’s an A-lister, but still, he’s also an asshole with a capital A. The way his smarmy lips twisted to the side when he made that crack about Axle and me, made me want to punch him until his face stayed that way, permanently.

Fuck him.

If I’m going to be stuck dealing with him, I need to learn to keep my temper under control, but there are just some people you meet who instantly know how to push your buttons and send you flying off the handle. Why is it that those people are always the ones who take so much joy in doing it too?

Guys like that are always overcompensating for something. I saw it all the time in the military, especially in the Navy SEALs basic underwater demolition. The cockiest guys with the smartest mouths and the most to prove were always the first to ring the bell. When it came down to it, they just never had what it took to join the brothers. Sure, they talked a great game, but talk doesn’t mean shit when you’re looking down the barrel of the enemy’s gun. I finish my bottle of water and shake the thoughts from my head.

It doesn’t matter.

He doesn't matter.

Move on.

I wheel around and start to head down to hit the shower when I stop dead in my tracks and stare. In the living room, Vanessa is wearing a tiny bra top and shorts that can barely keep her thick hips and full ass covered. I watch as her trainer leads her in, some kind of booty popping striptease type workout, that’s got her twerking her ass up in the air like a drunk girl in a club.

Fuck.

What I wouldn’t give to make that trainer disappear right now. I’d love to grind up behind her and let her plump ass feel how hard it makes my thick cock. Blood rushes through my shaft and my shorts tighten as I watch her hypnotic ass sway back and forth.

Axle walks over to her, drawing Vanessa’s attention and ruining my moment. She smiles at him and stands up to pet him, catching me in the act of spying on her like a pervy neighbor.

She flips her long ponytail over her shoulder and smiles, is it just me, or is she pushing out her tits? Maybe it’s just that bra top with all it’s crisscross straps accentuating her already ample rack, but her body is banging hot. As in, I want to bang it.

“Why don’t you take a picture, it lasts longer,” she puts one hand on her hip and raises an eyebrow at me.

“You know, if you could do that move again and turn it into some kind of gif that I could watch on my computer, that would be a lot more useful,” I wink at her and her cheeks blaze bright pink. What is it about her that makes me want to tease her so much? I love watching her get all shy and flustered. “Anyway, I should really hit the shower, have a good workout,” I smirk and finish making my way to the bathroom.

I run the shower, adjusting the temperature before stripping off my clothes and stepping in. As the warm water pelts my skin, I close my eyes and replay Vanessa’s ass up in the air, bouncing around wildly. I imagine walking up behind her and yanking her shorts and her soaking wet panties down over her plump behind, leaving the fabric clinging to her legs, just above her knees. I pull out my hard cock, in my mind, as I squeeze my hand around it in the shower, jerking it as I envision sliding it inside her. I bet she’s fucking tight too. I imagine her pussy squeezing around my girth like a warm hug. I support myself with one hand on the cold tile as the water splashes down my body. I stroke myself faster as I picture grabbing her hips in my hands and thrusting my cock inside her as she flattens her hands down on the floor. I fuck her faster, harder, my cock pulsing inside her as my orgasm crests. Cum spurts out, arcing across the shower door and sliding down the wall as my fantasy dissolves back into reality. I look at the evidence slipping down to the tile floor and wash my hand off under the spray of the shower.

Fuck.

If this is what it’s going to be like being her bodyguard, I’m in for a long summer with a lot of cold showers.