Page 7 of Guarding Her Love

“Then…what’s wrong…?”

“I want you to want this,” I tell her. “And not because you think you owe me something. Not because I just saved your life.”

“Dawson, I…”

Her voice trails off and she lowers her eyes from mine. I wait, and after a few moments she looks up at me and smiles – it’s almost a sad smile. A knowing smile.

“Where did you come from?” she asks. I laugh.

“What do you mean?”

“My momma said they don’t make gentlemen anymore. But I see she was wrong.”

My body is screaming at me to take her, but I fight against my most basic urges. It’s not the right time. Not yet.

“I’ll let you take your shower,” I tell her. Again I turn to go, but again she stops me.

“Stay with me,” she tells me. “We don’t have to…do anything. But I don’t want to be alone.”

“You want me to shower with you?” I ask. Oh, fuck, is what I’m thinking. She looks up at me with those big, submissive eyes and nods.

“Is that okay?”

No. It’s not okay. It’s going to be impossible.

“Sure,” I tell her. “You’re just going to have to ignore my uh…you know.”

Joy twists her lips and blushes, then averts her eyes as I slide out of my clothes. There’s no use trying to hide my hard-on, so I don’t. Joy pretends not to notice, but I see her eyes flick down between my legs before she turns and steps into the shower. The view from behind is almost better than the view from the front.

Her curves seem to go on forever, like a woman in a Renaissance painting. She’s got an ass I’d gladly bury my face in, and a waist I want to grab on to while I pound her from behind like the goddess she is. She’s so perfect. So beautiful, and I want to fucking ruin her.

But not now. Not yet.

She steps into the water and I join her. I reach out for a loofa, splash it with soap, and begin to wash her; it’s the only thing I can think to do to distract myself from bending her over and taking her…making her mine.

She leans close to me, then turns her back to me as I sponge suds across her perfect body. Her skin is smooth and pale, and her body feels like it was meant to be against mine. Maybe she was meant for me.

I’m not one of those guys who believes in astrology, psychic phenomenon or signs from the universe, but what are the chances that a girl like this who’s able to capture me so completely just happens to crash into me while I’m driving home one night?

“Dawson,” Joy says softly as I wash her.

“Yes?”

“I—I’m glad I ran into you.”

“So am I,” I reply. “Well…not that you ran into me, but—”

“Stop!” she laughs. “You know what I mean!”

5

Joy

What a gentleman, I can’t help thinking again as Dawson reaches past me and turns the water off. My body is alive for him; urges I’ve never felt before are swirling around inside me like a tornado. I want him to take me. I want to feel those strong Marine hands on me and know what it’s like to be stretched by that monster between his legs.

It’s the only cock I’ve ever seen in person. Yes, I’m what you might call that stereotypical “nerdy girl” who managed to spend more time at home with her books than out meeting boys. It probably didn’t help either that my mom was constantly telling me that men “don’t have brains like women” and that “theirs are in their dicks.”

I always thought my parents had a perfect relationship; he was a prominent lawyer and she worked for a non-profit preserving historical landmarks across the country. I couldn’t understand why when I was thirteen my dad started sleeping in the garage, or when they came to me when I was fourteen to tell me they were splitting up.

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