Page 56 of The Bodyguard
Brin’s problem with sex wasn’t the intimacy. It wasn’t that she was cold. Which made me think the guys she’d been with just hadn’t done it for her. But not me. I had always done it for her, hadn’t I?
It was wrong, maybe, to take advantage of those feelings she used to have for me, but I didn’t care. I wanted her too much. I was about to start peeling off her bike shorts when the sound of a kitten mewling filled the whole downstairs, it was so loud.
Brin quickly had her hands up on my chest and was pushing me back.
“I have to feed Romeo!” she shouted. I looked at her eyes then, wide and a little wary. She had felt something and I thought she was a little afraid of it.
Good, I thought savagely.Let her be a little afraid of how I make her feel.If anything, it would only pique her curiosity.
“Okay,” I said, backing off and giving her some space. Once free, she ran into the living room finding her cat still nestled in the little bed by the fireplace where she’d left him. She cuddled him to her chest like he was her protection. “You feed Romeo. I’m going to go take a shower and rub one out thinking about what it would be like to have you in there with me.”
She gasped again and I loved it.
And, just like that, I had a secondary mission when it came to Sabrina King. Number one was still to protect her from any danger. But quickly following that I planned to sexually educate her on everything she’d been missing.
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SABRINA
Later That Night
You never tried it with me.
I was pretty sure those words had ruined me forever. Because now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Sex. With Garrett Pine.
SEX. WITH GARRETT PINE!
I’d spent my entire teenage life wanting exactly that thing, and the last five years of my life trying to forget Garrett existed. Trying so hard that I’d had sex with other men just to prove to myself I was over him.
Even though I wasn’t.
Tired of my thoughts, I got up. I checked on Romeo, cuddled in his cat bed in the corner of the room. He was still asleep after his last feeding. He’d probably had more food today than he’d had in his whole poor life. No wonder he was exhausted. Then I quietly opened the door to my room, making sure to walk softly so as not to wake up Garrett. Even though the master bedroom was at the other end of the hallway and it was doubtful he could hear me.
Did I want him to hear me?
No, of course I didn’t.
I knew what he wanted, but fucking Garrett and then trying to put him in the past again would be too difficult. My gut assured me of that and he’d said very clearly he had no interest in anything else.
I made my way down the hall without bothering to turn on any lights. It was odd, but after just a few days here I felt like I already knew this ranch house intimately. Which wood planks on the floor creaked. Where all the plates and glasses were stored. What the stables smelled like.
Once I got to the kitchen I pulled down a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. Instantly I felt cooler.
Except a light went on, illuminating the living room, and I gasped.
“Can’t sleep either?” Garrett asked me. He was sitting on the couch in nothing but a pair of loose cotton pants, a beer bottle dangling between his fingers.
Which made me think of the loose sheer nightie I was wearing.
Which immediately made me think of sex, which I had already told myself was off the table.
Damn him!
“Come here, Brin. I won’t bite.”
Cautiously I made my way over and sat down where he was patting the place on the couch next to him. He put his arm around me, and it felt so good I nearly whimpered. I rested my head against his shoulder. My cheek touched his skin. I could smell him in a way I never had before and it was nearly intoxicating. It also made me feel so safe. Secure, like I had never been in my life.
“Tell me about your first time.”
