Page 32 of Falling for Her Protector

“Not sure I’ll ever be able to head up a meeting again without picturing you on this table,” he grins. “Why don’t you go wait for me in the bedroom while I handle whatever shit these guys are about to throw at me. I won’t be long,” he promises as he opens the door and I step back into the hallway. I feel his palm land on my cheek and he gives a little squeeze as I walk in the direction of his bedroom. I know he wants more, and I’ll be waiting.

22

Man on a Mission

X.

My fingers slide easily over her slick heat as I enjoy the beauty of Vanessa spread on the bed before me. Just minutes ago, her sweet pink lips were wrapped around me. Now I get to watch as they curve into a similar ‘O’ shape as my fingers slip into her soft center. Her tight walls pull me back in, as her body accepts me willingly. I see the pleasure building inside her with each small movement I make. Watching her enjoyment has me hard as a fucking rock. The deep burn now radiating in my core is bordering on painful as my cock throbs, waiting for the chance to take over.

“God damn, baby. You are so fucking sexy,” I praise and her pussy clenches giving me the perfect reaction.

I can’t take it. Within seconds I have a condom on and I’m plunging deep into her pulsing wet center. Her fresh juices coat me, as my length slides easily into her soft slit. God, she feels so fucking good. Her pussy tightens, clenching with each deep thrust as I slam into her. Her eyes open and rake over my chest. She lifts her hands and her fingernails graze my heated skin.

“X.,” she breathes before her eyes roll back, softly closing again.

She’s there. Her body begins to tremble beneath me as I continue to move, feeling her come apart around me. I push into her one last time, a deep growl tearing from my chest as my release hits stronger than ever before. I collapse, covering her and our sweat covered bodies stick together.

“Shit, sweetheart. You are fucking perfection,” I push out through ragged breaths. “Have you had a chance to talk to Nina?” I manage to ask as my breathing begins to regulate. I gave her Nina’s number, hoping that maybe she could help get Vanessa set up with an appointment to get birth control.

“Not yet,” she breathes softly, as I slide to the side so I don’t crush her completely. She curls into my body and I wrap my arm around her.

“Soon,” I request, placing a soft kiss to her hair.

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“This is fucking horseshit! You told me on the phone that this thing was mint. It’s a rusty piece of shit,” I growl at Randy as I stomp around the car, dirt and dust flying.

If this was going to be for me or for one of my boys to tool around, I’d take it in a fucking heartbeat. But knowing it will be Vanessa behind the wheel has me overthinking every detail. There is no fucking way I want her driving in this shit box.

“C’mon, X. She’s in decent shape,” he tries.

“Not good enough, man. Sorry, but I have to pass,” I tell him.

Now I’m at a loss. This car was supposed to be her birthday surprise. I felt bad enough having to leave her this morning, and now it’s going to take even longer. Motherfucker.

“I do have one other option for you, if you want to take a look,” Randy looks at me sideways, his eyebrows lifting.

“What is it?” I question knowing he’s got something up his sleeve. He’s a good guy, but he’s definitely a salesman. He turns, waving his arm for me to follow as we move around the back of the building.

My eyes fall on a black Honda Civic. She’s clean and shiny and checks off every fucking box as I carefully give her the once over. I can picture Vanessa sitting behind the wheel and driving to work. This is exactly what I need.

“Why didn’t you show me this one first? How much?” I ask impatiently. I still have one more gift to pick up in town, so I want to get this done.

“Fuck, man. It was just a joke. Some of the boys thought it would be fun to see you squirm, so they asked me to show you that other one first. This is the one I told you about on the phone,” he cringes in admission.

“Fucking asshole. You’re lucky I’m in a good fucking mood. So, same price we discussed on the phone?” I question and he nods. I pull the white envelope from inside my cut and hand it over. I watch as he lifts the flap and his eyes light up seeing the wad of cash inside.

“Keys are inside along with all the papers. You’re good to go,” Randy utters, finally pulling his eyes away from the stack grasped in his fingers.

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” I say, holding out my hand to him. After a quick shake, he turns and heads towards the office.

“Hey, Mikey!” I yell and he comes shuffling around the building with a smirk on his face.

“Sorry, brother. Couldn’t fucking resist when I saw that piece of shit out front,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll pay for it later, but I don’t have time right now. I have to hit the jewelry store. I ordered something for Vanessa, and I have to pick up before they close. Can you handle getting the car back to the club house?” I request.

“Got it,” he nods in understanding.

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