Page 66 of The Bodyguard
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SABRINA
Pine’s Ranch—One Week Later
“You have got to be shitting me.”
“I’m not!” I said.
It was late at night and we were lying in Garrett’s bed, naked, because that’s how he liked things when I was in bed. It had been a day off for him. One of the first he’d had since we’d been together. I mean, since I started staying at this house. He’d taken me to Branson, which was the nearest town that had a big movie theater. We watched a movie, went and got some burgers. He made me eat a whole half and FRIES! I’d forgotten how delicious those little suckers were. And then he brought me home and made love to me.
He didn’t even mind that I kept Romeo with us the whole day in my purse. Romeo didn’t seem to mind at all. He just took his normal feedings and napped the whole time.
It had been the best day. It had been the best sex. Because that just continued to get better and better. He showed me what he liked when giving him a blow job. I was becoming an expert in ball cupping. And he made me figure out what I liked best when he was giving me cunnilingus. Which, I agree, is not the sexiest word in the world, but he kept referring to it as eating me out and there was something about the food and sex reference that I didn’t like, so I was sticking to cunnilingus.
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“Louis Vuitton.”
“Now the other one.”
“Louboutin.” I did this in my best French accent.
“You’re saying the same damn thing,” he insisted.
I laughed. “I’m not. There is a Louis Vuitton and a Christian Louboutin. People think they are the same when they hear it, but they are two totally different designers.”
“I think I’ll stick to Nike. Which pair of shoes is your favorite?”
I gasped and lifted my chin from where I was resting it against his chest so that I could glare at him. “You would ask me to choose between my shoes? Are you some kind of animal? I love them all equally, of course. Okay, don’t tell the others, but my Choos…well there’s just something special about them.”
“I think I would like to fuck you in your shoes.”
I snorted. “That would be a lot of fucking.”
He ran his hand along my back and I snuggled deeper into him.
“I don’t mind. You got somewhere else you need to be?”
No. I didn’t. There was absolutely nowhere else I wanted to be. This past week with Garrett hadn’t been like anything else I had ever experienced in my life and I didn’t want it to end. There was just one problem. Theoretically, it did have to end.
There hadn’t been an “event” this whole week. I went into town with Garrett on three different occasions and saw nothing. Maybe whoever it had been had finally given up and moved on. Which technically meant I didn’t need a bodyguard anymore.
I lifted myself up, but when I did Garrett’s eyes fixed on my breasts. He was making his adoration of my body quite well known. I pulled a sheet around me to cover up so he could focus as I sat next to him.
“We should probably talk about that,” I said. “I mean, it’s been over a week since anything has happened. Maybe my stalker has finally moved on.”
I watched his jaw tighten. “You’re saying you want to go back to The King’s Land, then? Tired of slumming it here?”
“Don’t say that,” I said, hurt that those words would come out of his mouth. “I love this place and you know it. I’m just…I mean, I don’t know…I can’t stay here indefinitely.”
He sighed and rubbed a hand over his mouth. “I suppose not.”
“Not if we’re, if you’re just…fucking around…with me.”
He glared at me then and I waited for him to correct me. To tell me that what had been happening between us was more than just fun times and good sex. That it went way deeper, which was why he didn’t want me to leave. I realized I was actually holding my breath.
“Right. I wouldn’t want you to think…” His voice trailed off but I understood his meaning.
