Page 5 of Heartthrob

“Yep, I’m out of here.” She pops up and tries to run away from me but I grab her as she tries to go by the couch.

I pull her back using her own momentum to spin us around. Again, she loses that damned robe but this time instead of both of us falling like we did out in the sand I brace us so I can keep us from falling to the floor. This time when I start talking it comes from a purely instinctual level. I can tell in some animal part of my mind that this is my last chance to persuade her to be mine.

“I’ll keep you safe.” She calms in my arms to listen to what I have to say. “Make sure no one in the world ever hurts you again if you do this for me, if you go through with this favor I’m asking you.”

Both of us realize she’s naked at about the same time. She turns full-on red with a sexy as fuck flush that travels from her cheeks to her chest to the tips of her very generous breasts, over her tummy all the way down to her sweet little pussy that has a strip of soft curls right in the center. Thank God the glass is reflective enough that I have a perfect view of my sexy little thief.

Holy shit! This woman has me all out of sorts with her body and that sweet little face that apparently mirrors exactly what is inside.

“What’s your name, Sweets?”

“Esme, Esme Finch. Can you um…?” She closes her eyes like if she can’t see me, maybe I won’t be able to see her.

“Of course.” I reach for a throw hanging on the back of the couch. I throw it over her but I don’t let her down. “Come on Esme. What do you say? I’m offering you safety, security, and protection - three things I am guessing you haven’t had a lot of in your life.”

I peer into the face in the window and wait.

“You know you want to say yes.” I lay my mouth against her ear and realize even wet and covered in sand this woman smells fucking nice. “You don’t have to have sex with me or any fucking body you don’t want to. I’ll be there to make sure of it. I’ll be your champion, your knight, beating the shit out of anyone who even tries to hurt you.”

I have her. I can feel it in the softening of her body and the look on her face. She’ll learn very quickly - I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and I don’t take what I am telling her lightly. I will be the person who protects Esme from now until the end…of time.

“I’ll keep you safe, Esme. I promise.”

Chapter Five

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Esme

Something smells heavenly. I sink lower into the dream I am trying desperately to hold on to. Maybe it’s coming from my subconscious because I have never smelled anything this good in my waking world. But if I know I’m asleep and not awake…doesn’t that mean, I’m not really asleep after all.

It takes me a minute to realize something else is different this morning as well, not just the fact that I had the best night’s sleep of my life. I open my eyes slowly and try to look at where I’m at before I actually try to move. So much comes flooding back to me. Last night's fear of finally going to jail for breaking and entering and the mad dash down to the edge of the water before getting picked up and brought back to the place it all started. Not to mention the agreement I made with the teenage heartthrob that grew into a hotter-than-sin movie star.

He's good. He not only got me to agree to pretend to be his fake girlfriend but he also made it seem almost normal that the two of us should share a bed after just meeting one another barely hours before. Now I’m wrapped around him like a vine trying to choke the life out of a tree and for the first time in my life, not only am I waking up with a man in bed but one between my legs as well.

How the hell did my life turn into this…surreal sense of uncontrollability? And how the hell do I get myself out of this? I start to move off the warm body under me but I'm stopped by a hand on my ass. The hand splays across the curve of my bottom holding me tight to where I’m at and shocking me into gasping out.

“Oh! Um…,”

“Sweetheart, I don’t mean to be lewd or teach you something you aren’t ready to learn yet, but, uh the morning is an…uplifting time for men.”

“Uplifting?” What the hell does that even mean? Is he having an allergic reaction or something?

“Oh God, uh…we men have bodily things going on that make it hard to…oh shit, that is an unfortunate choice of wording.” He takes a deep breath, “Sweets, I have a boner.”

Nuh-uh! No way! Is he telling me…?

“Morning wood.” He makes the statement so boldly that he leaves no room for any doubt or confusion. To push his point home, he raises his hips causing his erection to brush up against the inside of my thigh.

“Oh my God! How do you walk around with that thing?” I say it before I can think through my words. “I mean, um…are all men so...?”

“No! Most aren’t playing with the whole joystick like I am.”

Something tells me he’s not saying that to brag. I wiggle around trying to find a more comfortable position. “How, uh, do we…?”

“Untangle? I…we…you know, I don’t know.”

“What?”

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