Page 21 of Protector Next Door
Sammy - Six Months Later
Epilogue
How the hellis it that I feel sexier with something on than with nothing on? I look at myself in the mirror and literally feel my heart clench with happiness. I don’t know if there is a pill I should be taking to keep my head locked on straight or if I should embrace this new side ofme.
The new side of me is Xander. It feels so simple to say and so simple to feel but there’s something inside this knowledge that just doesn’t make sense. They say the most simple explanation is usually the correct one, though. I do have to say I agree with thatadage.
My father came around eventually. My mom, though, she was rooting for us from the get-go. She told me she knew there was something between us. I had no idea she even knew I talked to him that time a couple years ago when he was at ourhouse.
I like looking out windows. It’s one of mythingsand I get it from my mom. They say one trait can’t make up a person’s entire personality. For instance, if you like balloons, you can’t act like that’s the most important thing about you. My cousin is a balloon girl. Her life pretty much revolves around balloons. She brings them to her office for every single coworker’s birthday. She works as a clown for kids’ birthday parties and brings those long balloons with her to make balloon animals for thekids.
Okay, so I like looking out windows, but it’s not like my entire identity. My mom likes looking out windows. That’s how she spied on me and Xander two years ago. When my dad told her Xander and I were…seeing each other…she called me immediately and told me the look on my face that day, the look on his face that day…well, she knew. She knew, and she knew Xander was a good man who wouldn’t hurt me. That’s why she didn’t protest when I told her I was moving in next door to him. She’s one of those “fate” people. Fate, and looking out windows. Those are her twothings.
She told me this:when you find the person who looks at you like Xander looked at you, you hold on. If you can find the person who looks at you like he wants more, you keep him. Because he didn’t just look. He watched. He wanted to know more. A person who wants you today will look at you like you’re right in front of them. A person who wants you forever will look at you like you might just disappear. And that’s when you prove to them you won’t. And you prove it by loving them, letting them love you, and keeping each other safe. That’s when you’re a team. That’s when you work to protect each other from anything that might come between you. That’s a partnership. That’slove.
As for Bryce, he’s serving a three-year sentence. He’s also moving back to New York, which I learned from Ramona, which she learned from a mutual friend of theirs. I know there will always be the threat of danger, but I’m not so afraid of it anymore. These past six months have been heavenly. I’m so in love that it’s distracted me from worrying somuch.
I throw a final look at myself in the mirror. The thin, whispy thong Xander picked out makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. And with no bra, the way he likes me? I am freaking giddy. I just don’t know how to contain myself. So I don’t. He says he likes this side ofme.
I make my way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom that’s nowoursin what’s nowourhouse. My house is on the market and I’ve moved most of my things into his. It’s just simpler thisway.
“There is my incredible woman,” Xander says as I lean down to kiss him. He pulls my glasses off and slides me into hislap.
“This is when I know you mean business,” I say. “Removing my glasses. Classicmove.”
“You came in here wearing next to nothing. That’s when I knowyoumeanbusiness.”
I kiss his chin and move down his body until I’m between his legs. I open the front of his shorts and he tugs his tee-shirt off, tossing it aside as I inch down his body and move so my back is facinghim.
“Okay,” he says approvingly as he slides one finger inside my thong and tugs it aside. “I like what I’mseeing.”
He grabs me by my hips and slowly lowers me down onto the head of his cock. I feel my brows knit together slightly as my body adjusts to his girth. Arching my back, I reach behind me to feel the soft, hard skin between my legs and position myself so I can slide down. He groans as I wrap him up tight and I can practically hear him gritting his teeth as I slide backup.
“There’s nothing better than this,” he growls darkly. He grips my hip and pushes me forward at the small of my back, making me arch to take more of him. He sits up and scoots me forward, still straddling him, as his fingers slide down into my panties from my belly and split my lips open to form a cage around myclit.
“Xander,” I moan softly. One of his fingers brushes my clit. He loves to do this to me, keeping me on edge until he’s satisfied that I cannot take one more second of his teasing. I feel his possessive mouth on the crook of my neck as he nibbles my skin there, slowly circling my clit with his finger. “I feel like I’m onfire.”
“Where do you want to come tonight,baby?”
“Anywhere,” I whisper. “Yourchoice.”
“Mmm, my choice? Are yousure?”
His finger slows down, and the cruel irony of this little move of his is that the slower he goes, the hotter I get. The more he teases, the more I wantit.
“Yeah, you choose. I can’t. I’m distracted by yourdick.”
“You ever gonna let another man choose where you get tocome?”
“No,” I say, squirming against his lap when his dick twitches inside me. “Never.”
“Who do you belong to,Sam?”
“You. I belong to you,Xander.”
My words are pinched into a whine. I breathe out slowly, shakily, as he slips his finger up and down myclit.
“I’m going to come.” My heart is beating so fast as he slows down even more. I can feel his heart beating against my back. His arms cage me in from all sides and I can’t help myself when I try to grind myself up his dick. I’m so stretched out and full and I know the first few strokes of his dick inside me may just give me an alternative to the stimulation his hands are giving me. It feels like apuzzle.
