Page 55 of The Bodyguard
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GARRETT
Pine’s Ranch
We were walking up my driveway, trying to cool off from the run. We hadn’t talked much on the return trip and I knew that was mostly my fault. I could feel how surly I was. I wanted to kick something. Or hit something.
Or fuck someone.
Fuck.
Brin was so damn right. This ranch was a place for a family. It’s what I had always wanted. Probably why I proposed to Betty as soon as I did. I didn’t want to wait. I’d wanted my life, my family to start as quickly as possible.
Now I was looking at thirty in a few years and there was nothing after that. No kids, no Christmas mornings with presents from Santa, no woman waking up in bed with me, morning after morning, because I didn’t trust that any of that could be real.
Fucking Betty destroyed all of that for me.
Because you let her.
It was true. I had let her, but I didn’t know how to change that. Now I could hear Brin coming up behind me on the driveway. I slowed down and let her pass me so I could check out her ass in those tight black running shorts. She might have been thin, but what little body fat she did have hit all the right places.
Plus the sight of sweat rolling down her back was making me want to lick that salty trail. Taste her tanned skin. She was still panting a little as I came up behind her. I had this image of taking her hips in my hands and steering her to my bedroom, bending her over, pulling down her shorts, and fucking her hard and deep from behind.
I was hard just thinking about it, which was starting to become a regular thing in her presence.
“How is it possible you don’t like sex?” I asked her—no, more like shouted at her. She had just gotten down two glasses from one of my cabinets and was filling them up with water for both us when she froze.
She turned off the faucet and handed me my glass. I drank the water in big gulps, watching her watch my Adam’s apple bob up and down. When I was done I set the glass on the counter with athunk.
“What?” she asked, taking sips of water from her own glass.
I came around the counter and moved into her space behind the sink. “You heard me. Why don’t you like sex?”
“I told you,” she muttered. “It kind of hurt and I didn’t feel all that stuff you’re supposed to feel like on TV and in the movies.”
“Were you wet? With these other guys?” It was rude question and she was blushing now, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to see if I could get her pussy wet. I wanted to see if I could finger fuck her into an orgasm. I wanted to see how she would react when it was my cock plunging inside her.
“I… don’t think we should talk about this. You said you didn’t want to fuck me.”
I laughed. “No, sweetheart, I said I wasn’tgoingto fuck you. Never said I didn’t want to. But now I might be changing my mind.”
Her gasp was almost erotic.
“I don’t think you can do that.”
“Why not? I need to fuck someone, and Brin, no one has ever needed a good fucking like you do. Especially if you’ve never come during sex. Aren’t you curious what you’re missing out on?” I was moving further into her space, and while she was stepping back she wasn’t stopping my advance.
I could see the rise and fall of her chest. See that her pupils were getting dilated. She was thinking about it. She was thinking about me fucking her.
“I tried it,” she whispered when I had her pressed up against the refrigerator.
“You never tried it with me,” I said, even as I dropped my mouth onto hers.
It was as good as last time. She was sweet and hot and she opened right up for me. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her against my body. We were both dripping with sweat but I liked it. I liked that our fluids were merging.
I loved the feel of her tongue rubbing against mine. Like she was using me to explore what she liked.
I pulled her thigh up to my hip and pressed my erection against her center, and she moaned into my mouth.
