Page 155 of Four Fiances & I

People assume that because I have four men, I would be okay if one or two left me, but that’s far from the truth. The thought of losing any of them is enough to bring me to my knees. If Sean had left with Mykela, I don’t think I could have carried on like others expect me to. I have separate relationships with all the guys, and they all love me in different ways. To lose one would change everything and break me in a million ways.

Grabbing my shampoo from the shelf, I pour some onto my hand and start working it into my scalp. My chest tightens as I think of how much Sean will be hurting. He didn’t just see Mykela as a member of his staff; she was a friend. Things are going to be different around here with her gone. It will have a rolling effect on Terry’s team for a long time. It will also take a long time for the guys and me to truly trust anyone. If someone who was part of the team for four years can turn against us, how do we know the others won't as well?

The thought of Sean having to pick another guard has me worried. Would it be wrong of me to insist he doesn’t have another female guard? I have never been the type to tell any of the guys what to do or how to work; it's not who I am. But I think I might have to put my foot down this time.

Turning my back to the water so it rinses the shampoo from my hair, I open my eyes to find Sean leaning against the door frame, his arms and legs crossed. The look in his eyes tells me he’s been watching for a while. The fact his cock is standing to attention gives it away too.

“Take a picture, Daddy; it will last longer.” Grinning, I turn back around, showing him my back. I smile to myself as I sense him getting closer, knowing he will join me. Even though I’m expecting it, I still jump a little, giggling when his arms wrap around me from behind.

“I don’t need to take a picture; I can see you naked whenever I want,” he whispers against my neck as he kisses his way across my shoulder. “Because tomorrow, you will become my wife, and no one will ever be able to stop me from having you whenever I want.” Sean turns me in his arms, so our fronts are pressed together, the hot water still flowing over us.

“What were you thinking about when I came in?” he whispers, cupping my cheek as he tightens his arm around my waist, making sure there is no space between us.

“Nothing,” I lie, not wanting to bring up the elephant in the room. Sean turns me around so he is standing at my back and reaches for the bottle of shampoo.

“You're lying to me, Princess. Tell me the truth; I’m a big boy and can take whatever it is.” I know he can, but that doesn’t make me want to protect him any less.

Sean starts massaging the shampoo into my hair, and I find myself closing my eyes and relaxing into his touch.

“I was thinking about yesterday,” I admit. “I know you are hurting, and I wish there were something I could do.” I should leave it at that; I know I should, but I can't help adding. “I was also wondering if I would be a typical nagging girlfriend if I insisted you never have a female personal guard again.”

Sean bursts out laughing, as I had hoped he would. Like me, the guys get stuck in their own heads sometimes, and that’s not what I want for my man right now.

“First of all, Princess, you are not my girlfriend. Tomorrow, you will be my wife, which means you will get extra nagging privileges.” I can’t hold in the excited squeak that leaves me as I bounce on the balls of my feet slightly. Sean laughs behind me before telling me to turn around so he can rinse out the shampoo.

“Secondly,” he starts, washing all the shampoo. “I had already decided I wouldn't have another female on my team.” I listen as Sean squirts something and feel him running his fingers through my long hair again as the scent of my conditioner fills the space around us. “I’m sure people will call me sexist for it, but the fact is, you were hurt by Mykela’s actions and her feelings towards me. That is not something I will tolerate, and I know Christian will say the same thing at the team meeting today.” He braids my hair to allow the conditioner to sit briefly before picking up the shower gel and rubbing it onto his palms.

“I don’t even know if I will have a guard again.”

“Why?” I ask as he washes my shoulders and back, massaging them as he goes. “Is that safe?”

Sean smiles as he nods.

“Perfectly safe. I don’t deal with the illegal shit like Christian and Jason. I only had a guard in the first place, as Christian sometimes worries about me a little too much.” He stops washing me for a moment as he looks into my eyes.

“No one will ever take me from you. You know that, right? No one could ever make me feel the way you do.”

“No one else can have you. They will have to go through me first,” I smile.

“After seeing you punch Mykela yesterday, I don’t think they will be brave enough to try.” Leaning forward, he presses a kiss on my lips, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I’m very protective of those I love.”

“And we are very grateful for your love, Princess,” Sean whispers against my lips before stepping back a little.

“Now, be a good girl and let me finish taking care of you.” He lowers himself to his knees, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

Tipping my head back, I wash the conditioner from my hair as Sean washes my belly and hips. Lifting my foot, he places it on one of his knees and slowly begins to massage his way up, starting from my toes and all the way up my thigh. Keeping my head back, I moan as his fingers slightly brush against the throbbing apex of my thighs before moving down the other leg.

“Daddy.” I don’t mean to moan his name, but my body is becoming more and more alive with his teasing touch.

“I’m only trying to look after all your needs, Princess.” The sound of his teasing tone makes my body react to everything. The water flowing over me leaves goosebumps all over, even though it's still hot.

“I still have one place to clean,” I hear before he grabs my hips and buries his face between my legs.

“Oh my god,” I cry out as his tongue swipes over my clit.

“I need better access,” Sean grins up at me as he takes the foot that’s on his knee and places it on his shoulder before his tongue laps at my clit again. I can't hold back; the need to cum throws caution to the wind as I start rubbing against his face. The thought that I might slip lasts about one second before it is ignored, and I go back to chasing my orgasm through his mouth.

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