Page 6 of Guarding Her Love

“Quiet,” he tells me. “Don’t move.”

The noise of the sirens almost deafens me, and I close my eyes against the flashing of the lights. They’re going to get me. This is it. But just as I’m sure they’re going to scream to a halt right beside us and shoot us both down, the cruiser flies past us and disappears down the street.

“Don’t move,” he tells me. “Wait for them to pass.”

I watch as the cruiser slows slightly at the end of the block, then takes a right turn. The sound of the engine roaring follows the sound of the sirens, and moments later, Dawson is pulling me to my feet and we’re walking again. To where? I don’t even care. All I know is that I feel safe with him, and there’s no place I’d rather be.

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Dawson

Quickly, I throw a tarp over my ruined car, secure it with a few cinder blocks, then head inside where Joy is sitting on the couch, shivering, sipping the tea that I made for her. She’s pulled my couch blanket over her but looks like she’s on the verge of passing out.

I want to shout and get some answers out of her, but she’s scared shitless and doesn’t need me adding onto that. Right now she just needs support, and sitting there quivering, she looks like a beautiful angel.

I shouldn’t be turned on right now; I should be either angry or compassionate, or maybe a mixture of both. She totaled my car and almost got me killed, but at the same time, she’s a girl in way over her head and she needs my help. That’s what I should be thinking about right now…

…so why can’t I keep my eyes off her? Why can’t I keep thinking about how it would feel to press my body against hers?

“I’m c—cold,” she says.

“That’s the shock,” I tell her. “The tea’s not helping?”

She shakes her head.

“All right, come with me.”

Taking her hand, I help her to her feet and lead her down the hall to the bathroom. The old floor creaks beneath our feet and I turn the water on and let it run.

“Takes a while to get warm here,” I tell her. “We’re out in the middle of nowhere.”

“I saw that,” she replies softly. I got this place six months ago with my VA loan. It’s basically just an old cabin that I got for cheap because of all the work that needed to be done to it, but I’ve been slowly fixing it up when I’m not driving. Just so happens to be the perfect place to take a girl who’s on the run.

I test the water with my hand; it’s warm now, so I find Joy a towel and hang it on the rack for her.

“I’ll, uh…I’ll just leave you to it,” I tell her. “Stay as long as you need to.”

I turn to the door, but feel Joy’s hand on mine. I turn around and see her looking up at me, her gorgeous eyes capturing me like hypnotic beams.

“Can you…can you stay?” she ask

s. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

God, she’s beautiful. Even under the big sweatshirt and men’s jeans, I can still see her unbelievable curves. How did a son of a bitch like me get so lucky to have a beauty like her in my house?

“Yeah, I can do that,” I reply, feeling my cock start to pulse beneath my pants. “I’ll just turn around and you can—”

“No,” she replies, slipping out of her sweatshirt. “You don’t have to turn around.”

Before I can react, she’s pulling her shirt off. Her breasts are perfect, and she stands in front of me with absolutely no shame – why should she have any with a body like that? Her eyes are fixed on me, watching mine as she strips all the way down to nothing. I haven’t been with a woman in so long that I almost don’t know how to react—but my body sure does.

My cock pulses between my thighs as she steps up to me, her eyes submissive but intent. I reach out and slide an arm around her, and the feel of her soft skin causes that spark inside me to bloom like a surge of electrical power.

I want her. I want her so bad I don’t even know what to do with myself, but somehow this doesn’t feel right; she’s shaken up bad, we just barely escaped those gunmen with our lives, and she’s not thinking straight. I don’t want her to do something she’s going to regret later. So, when she reaches out and touches my cock, I summon every bit of internal strength I have, and gently pull her hand away.

“What?” she asks, surprised. “What is it? You don’t want me?”

“I do,” I tell her, promising the truth with my eyes. “More than anything.”

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