Page 18 of Her Devoted Warrior

“Daddy!”

My head falls back with a moan when he sucks an aching nipple into his mouth through my top, squeezing the other breast with his calloused hand, leaving me so wet I can practically feel a string of moisture stain my inner thighs.

“Need to taste your creamy honey,” he says harshly, and I watch through glazed eyes as Jax drops to his knees in front of me. His hungry eyes stay locked on mine as he caresses my thighs. He leans in and brushes his lips softly against my inner thigh, his hot breath fanning my sensitive skin and leaving me achy and vulnerable.

“Oh God,” I gasp when he grabs my left leg and lifts it to his shoulder, leaving me exposed to his eyes.

“You’re mine,” he says roughly, dragging his tongue over my sex and parting my wet valley. “Fuck, baby, you taste like a dream!”

“Oh God!” I sob, my knees bucking when his tongue grazes my clit but does not linger, sending frustration climbing my chest.

“Patience, angel. Let Daddy take care of you,” he says, burying his face against my sex where he drags his stiff tongue over my pulsing bundle of nerves and laps at my arousal until I am a trembling mess. I grab onto his thick mane of dark hair and grind my flesh roughly against his hungry lips, the friction sending a hot rush of heat to the base of my core.

“So close, Daddy,” I choke out, pressure building up at such a fast rate, and my heart hammers as I draw closer and closer to the edge, and when his lips close over my clit and suck the sensitive bud into his hot mouth, I fall off the cliff.

I climax with a scream, white spots blinding me as my body experiences an out-of-this-world feeling that only Jax can give to me. I am still shaking when he climbs to his feet, already working on unfastening his pants. He starts to enter me before I can gather my thoughts.

“You’re so fucking tight, angel,” he rasps as he thrusts his cock hard into me, despite his previous statement about not having enough time.

“Harder, Daddy,” I sob.

Jax presses his fingers into my hip as he withdraws before driving back in so hard, I am afraid he’ll send us through the wall. He thrusts his shaft so fast and hard into my wet sex, it borders on pain and pleasure, and I realize this is it for me. This is what I will spend the rest of my life craving.

I wrap an arm around his shoulder as he pumps hard and fast into me, and when I climax this time, there is little warning when pleasure ripples through me, sending a rough tremble rocking my body from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. My heart pounds in my ears as the storm threatens to sweep us away, my sex pulsing hotly around him and sending him flying off the edge with me.

His nostrils flare and his muscles flex as he punches his cock deep into me before he stills, filling me with his warm seed on a rough grunt. Our lips lock hotly together as he continues to work his cock into me to drag out his orgasm, and for the moment, nothing matters but this. Our tongues meet needily, his hips pumping lazily into my flesh until we’re both boneless. His head falls to my neck, his warm breath fanning my skin.

“I love you, Gwen,” he rasps into my ear, sending goosebumps erupting all over my skin. “The cops will be here soon; let’s get you cleaned up before they get here.”

Neither one of us makes a move, and I know we should clean up, but I can’t find the strength to withdraw from his hold. His body is a rock, warm and solid, grounding me. My bodyguard is prepared to save me from the monsters in real life, like the one we left lying on my living room floor.

So, I vow to save him from the demons that plague his dreams every night for the rest of our lives, if that’s how long it takes to kill them.

Epilogue

Jax

1 year later

“Are you ready to get your ass kicked?”

I smirk at the cocky man circling me with his fists raised, ready to spar with me. Matthew has never won a boxing match against me, and it’s delusional of him to think that is going to happen today. It’s his day off, but instead of spending that time with his partner—whom I suspect he’s secretly dating—he chose to come to my office to spar with me. He’s lucky I have time to play around.

When I opened my security company seven months ago, nothing could have prepared me for the work overload. I thought the first few years were the hardest for most companies to pick up work, but since I already had a foot in the industry from all the consultations I have done with various security companies, getting work proved to be the easy part, and so was finding employees. When he heard I was hiring bodyguards, Gunner, the owner of the training center I frequent, sent me a long list of retired professional boxers who needed jobs, and it all worked out more smoothly than I’d expected it to.

“I doubt the police teach you anything about real fighting. All you do all day is eat donuts, help old ladies cross the street, and kiss babies,” I tease.

Matthew’s eyes narrow on me, reminding me of every time our mother got mad at one of us for fighting in the house. “I will have you know that we do more than eat donuts and kiss babies!”

“Oh yeah? Then show me,” I say dropping into a ready stance when someone calls out to me and I turn toward the familiar face, giving my brother an opening to sucker punch me. I turn to him, startled to find a satisfied grin on his face. “You wait until I am distracted to play dirty? Are cops even allowed to do that?”

“I thought bodyguards were supposed to be alert at all times.” I turn around to watch my wife walking toward us. She’s wearing a sexy black dress and a smile to match, and she’s the most beautiful goddamn thing in the universe. Those pretty eyes that I love so much twinkle with mischief as she waves at my brother. “Hi, Matthew.”

“Hey there, sister-in-law,” Matthew calls out, stripping his glove with his teeth before tearing off the other. My eyes narrow on him as he takes off his wraps, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“I will get you back for that, Matthew,” I call out when he climbs out of the ring and starts for the exit.

“Sure, you will.” He tosses me a smirk. “I have to go get ready for my date now. Don’t want to be late for that.”

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