Page 11 of Jealous Bodyguard

“Okay… I guess” is all I say, trying to balance my feelings of dread about going with Melinda with the idea that Steve Slade is nowhere near through with me just yet.

Daddy still seems fine with it all, furious about Steve enough that he doesn’t blink once it’s clear the car Melinda has ready isn’t at the front door.

“It’s by the boundary. I’ll call you once we reach a safe house,” she clips. Dad only seeming to be more caught up in the idea with the element of urgency she's pushing.

“Where are we going?” I ask once I’ve said goodbye to daddy and told him not to worry. He has Angel with him at least, but I know how he gets whenever I have to leave the house to go anywhere.

Melinda’s silence once we’re walking doesn't surprise me. What does is the sudden shove from behind I get once we’re at the narrow boundary gate out of sight from the house. Usually bolted and padlocked, today it’s wide open.

Tumbling forward and steadying myself, I turn to confront her, the ‘What the hell?’ question about to form on my lips when a stronger set of arms grabs me from behind.

Not the kind of strong hands I’ve had on my mind since Steve arrived. These are cold. Rough.

“It’s time to take you to get bred… You little bitch,” Melinda hisses, sauntering past me as my screams get stifled. The cold strong hand covers my face.

I can’t breathe!

7

STEVE

Icould breathe her in all day…

And soon, I will.

Shulton was quick enough to get rid of me, and I may have given him every reason to. But I wasn’t dumb enough to leave Stacey’s panties behind. Still slick with my own efforts, I can smell her and me mixed together in a way that’s like oxygen to me now. I need her more than the air in my lungs and this waiting game, even though it's probably only been minutes, is killing me inside.

I can't see shit from where I’m stationed once I park out of sight. And by that, I mean I can't see the only thing that matters. Stacey.

With the scent of her warm, virgin slit still tingling from her panties crammed against my mouth and nose, I scan the grounds and then the house again with the field glasses I keep in my truck. There’s nothing doing except the now-permanent tree stump at the front of my jeans and the added frustration that I’m farther away from Stacey than when I started.

Deciding to wait and watch is all I can do for now, I’m certain after his background story that Shulton won’t go to the cops. And although men like him usually have plenty of contacts outside of the law too, Shulton strikes me as too soft.

Maybe that’s why he’s such an easy target for someone like Sean Castor. Until nightfall or a sooner opportunity to go back and snatch Stacey for myself, I figure I’ll just have to wait and see who’s coming or going-

The thought’s barely cemented in my mind when I see movement. Stacey in front with Melinda close behind. Growling like an animal, I hit the flat of my hand against the steering wheel, “Dammit!”

They’re moving her. It’s what anyone with an ounce of security experience would do.

It’s what I’m supposed to be doing…

Fuck!

Seeing her in broad daylight, out in the open with me so far away. It’s a vow I take instantly, the one to never be this far from her ever again. Before she’s even out of sight, I’ve started my truck and, cutting through a field, made my way around the manor boundary to the wooded area. I’m traveling at speed and making some noise, but there’s not a second to lose if she’s being moved.

My hand grips the wheel, her panties still clenched under it. My eyes peeled for anything coming into or out of those woods. My regret for having lost all control in her bedroom is replaced with the knowing that at least it’s brought me to this. I have my real chance to claim her for myself, right now.

Get her back and never let her go.

The driver of the car barreling out of the woods spots me not long after I lock eyes on him. I don’t need a pipe and deerstalker hat to deduce that he’s most likely Shulton’s nemesis come to do his own dirty work. But he’s not having her. Neither is Shulton. The turncoat bodyguard, Melinda’s eyes are on me as well, narrowing instead of widening as the two cars get closer.

I can’t see Stacey. Where’s Stacey?!

Slamming my foot on the brake, yanking the park brake, I lock up my truck, skidding to a sliding halt and blocking the only exit from the tree-lined track out of the woods.

It’s ram me or stop, and although I’m halfway out my truck before the other car slides rest, my truck blocking both the driver’s and passenger doors, I’m relieved Stacey’s in no danger of injury from a car wreck.

My training and experience take over from my whirlpool thoughts and emotions. Stacey is my number one priority. She’s more than just the client now, my only job is to protect her from harm, whatever it takes. Including giving my own life in the process.

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