Page 66 of Her Guardian
Things are tense for hours as we wait. Then the tension and exhaustion take a toll. Some people nod off. I stay alert, but I’m feeling it. My eyelids are heavy. If I let them close too long, I start hallucinating because I’m so tired. Dante paces a lot, along with several others. Coffee and cigarettes keep my eyes as open as possible when the hours continue to drag by.
Then it’s morning.
“Nothing,” I grumble, standing up and finishing what is left of my coffee. “I’m going to get some rest. He’s never struck during the daytime anyway.”
“I’m going too,” Dante sighs. “We’ll get some of our guys to watch the sensors during the day. Forget shifts. If I can’t take the first one, I know everyone else is fucking exhausted, too.”
The murmurs and mutters confirm it. We’re wiped out. Even the guys who were slipping out to sniff powder have burned through their sanity.
I really should go home. Sleep like the fucking dead. But I don’t. I walk to the elevators like I’m on autopilot and the next thingI know, I’m standing in front of Sarah’s room, keycard swiping across the panel.
“Boyd!” she says, running to the door and hugging me before I get inside.
I hug her, inhaling her scent as her warmth seeps into my skin.
“I want you so fucking bad,” I groan. “But if I don’t lie down and get some rest, I might pass out.”
“Then let me take care of you,” she says, stepping back, taking my hand, and pushing the door closed. “You haven’t slept since I saw you last, right?”
“No,” I sigh, letting her pull me toward the bed.
“Well, you can’t sleep in your suit.” She smiles and lets go of my hand, trailing her fingers up to my chest, tugging on my tie. “Have to take it off. I’ll help.”
“I bet you will,” I say, taking off my suit jacket and tossing it on the rubble that used to be another bed.
I could get undressed on my own, but I like feeling her hands on my skin. Soft and gentle as she helps me remove my clothes. I stop her when I’m down to my boxers and she tries to tug on those, too.
“Those can stay on,” I mutter. “But don’t worry, once I get some sleep, you’re mine.”
“I’m taking care of you, remember?” she says, tugging my boxers down a few inches. I relent and take my hand away, letting her pull them to my ankles. “Now, step out of those and get in bed.”
“What are you going to do? Tuck me in?” I smirk, moving closer to the bed and pulling the covers back.
“Not exactly,” she says.
I get into bed and stretch out to get comfortable. I look for Sarah and see her moving to the end of the bed. She pulls the covers free from the mattress and lifts them.
“What are you doing?” I ask, leaning up.
“You’re in bed. Don’t worry about me,” she says, her voice muffled by the quilt as she crawls underneath it.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur when I feel her hands on my legs and her breath on my inner thigh. “Sarah…”
“Just relax,” she says, stroking my length, wrapping her hand around it, and licking along the bottom. “I’m sure this will help you sleep.”
I can’t bring myself to argue. I relax, feeling my cock swelling against her tongue as it moves along my shaft. Then her warm, wet mouth pulls me in and I’m hard as a rock. There’s no going to sleep now. Not with her lips moving along my length and sending currents of pleasure through my exhausted body.
“Oh, god,” I groan. “Don’t stop.”
Sarah pulls me into her mouth again and again, taking my cock like she’s begging for my release. I don’t try to fight the pressure that builds, even though her lips feel amazing. When it becomes too much, my hips twitch and I put a hand on top of the blanket, pushing further into her mouth as I spill my seed.
“Damn,” I grunt, my hips continuing to twitch with every throb that pulses into her throat. “I needed that a lot more than I realized.”
Sarah whimpers and groans as she swallows my release and pulls away. Her hands stay on my legs while she shimmies out of the covers the same way she got under them.
“Get some sleep, Big Boyd,” she whispers playfully, walking over to the windows and pulling the curtains closed.
“My phone,” I rumble, motioning to my pants. “If it buzzes, and it’s a message from someone important, let me know.”
