Page 35 of Her Guardian
My lips are so tight around his girth that I have no choice but to swallow so I don’t inhale him. The thick hard pulsations continue while my throat milks his throbbing bliss.
“Damn, that’s fucking incredible,” he groans, a few more spurts splattering into my mouth before he’s done.
Boyd’s hand relaxes and falls away from my head. I slowly pull back, sucking the last remnants of his seed out of him before he pops out of my mouth. I gasp for the oxygen that has been limited so long it feels like I’m getting full breaths for the very first time.
“Good girl,” he praises, chuckling under his breath, then he grins. “Goodlittlegirl.”
I try to imitate one of his growls, but it sounds so comical, I start laughing. I fall against him and melt into his powerful embrace as he wraps his arms around me. I could fall asleep right here, despite tingling with fresh arousal. This may be the most comfortable I’ve ever been. It’s certainly more comfortable than I’ve been in a while.
“If it bothers you that much, I’ll stop saying it,” he offers, tracing his fingers along my hip and the sensitive skin near my ribs. “I like teasing you, but I know it’s one of your boundaries.”
“It doesn’t bother methatmuch,” I admit, trying to hide my grin. “But if you’re going to keep calling melittle girl, you can’t get mad if I call you…” I put a hand on his thigh and drag a finger along his softening length. “BigBoyd.”
“I’m starting to like the way you say it,” he chuckles, pulling me into a tighter embrace.
“Good,” I say, nuzzling against his neck. “Because I wantBigBoyd to pop my cherry.”
“Not so fast,” he says, moving his hand to my ass and squeezing. “You’re getting a spanking first.”
I look up at him and pout. There’s a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
“You didn’t even tell me I would get a spanking for touching myself,” I whine. “That’s not really fair, is it?”
“It was implied when I said I was going to make you mine in every way,” he growls, but his playful gaze doesn’t waver. “From now on, nobody touches your pretty little pussy but me.”
“Hold on, now,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “I’m not some girl you can just boss around all the time. I like having my freedom too much for that.”
“Then you shouldn’t have let me kiss you,” he says. “You gave all that up as soon as I tasted your lips.”
“So, what? You’re just going to lock me in a cage?” I joke. “Keep me like some kind of prize?”
“A cage…” He strokes his chin thoughtfully. “There’s an idea I could work with.”
“Seriously, Boyd,” I sigh, the humor draining out of my voice. “I may be falling head over heels for you, but if you treat me like that, I’ll go back to Pine Grove and you’ll never see me again.”
“You think I can’t find Pine Grove on a map?” he asks, his eyes darkening for a moment before he smirks. “But I’m not going to lock you in a cage, or try to take your freedom away, unless you make me. I like you just the way you are—well, you’re a brat, but we’ll work on that.”
“A brat?” My brow furrows, but I have a hard time denying it. “Maybe a little.”
I settle against Boyd’s chest and nuzzle his neck. My emotions are going in multiple directions. I love being free and doing my own thing. I’ve never imagined myself as some Mafia guy’s girlfriend—anyone’s girlfriend, really. Not in a serious way.
“Be honest with me, Boyd,” I say, letting out a soft sigh. “Where do you see this going? I know we barely know each other, and maybe I’m just a little emotional after—what you did to me, but I need you to tell me the truth. No jokes, please?”
Boyd’s chest rumbles with a sharp exhale. He’s quiet for a moment. That means he’s thinking about it. I wait for the answer, unsure which one I actually want to hear.
“You want the truth?” he asks, tracing down my ribs. “The truth is I’ve been thinking about you since the wedding. I wasn’t in a great place then. Still can’t say I’m in the best place. But I like spending time with you. I like hearing the excitement in your voice when it’s genuine. I love seeing those pretty blue eyes sparkle with it, too. I don’t know where this is really going, Sarah. But I’d like to find out.”
I first saw Boyd at Salvatore Morandi’s house after Massimo and his brothers were rescued. He definitely wasn’t in a good place that night, because he had just found out about Erica’s attempt at a coup. Everyone seemed to be ignoring him. I almost walked over to talk to him, but I was too scared to do anything except hover by Lea’s side.
“That’s fair,” I say, nibbling the inside of my mouth. “And since you’re being honest, I really wanted to talk to you at the wedding. Do you remember when you said hello to me?”
“Yeah,” he grunts. “I was going outside for a smoke and forgot my cigarettes. I saw you when I walked back inside—just standing looking so fucking beautiful in that bridesmaid’s dress.”
“I was following you outside to talk to you,” I admit, feeling a twinge in my stomach when I say it. “When you came back inside… I chickened out.”
“I wasn’t in much of a conversation mood,” he sighs. “I had been on the sidelines for a year and pissed off at the world. It’s probably best you kept your distance.”
“Are you still pissed off at the world?” I ask apprehensively. “Not much has really changed, has it?”
