Page 10 of Burning for the Bodyguard

I turn as Jax beckons his bandmate for a photo. The rest of the guys are gathered around Shelby and Chastity, who looks like she’s about to melt into a puddle of bliss.

Her eyes land on mine, and I feel her gaze all the way down to my balls.

Fuck, I’m in trouble.

Three hours later, the guys are all safely in their rooms. They're staying at the hotel for this part of the tour, but they’ll use the tour bus at some of our destinations.

Heading for my room, I slide the key card into the slot, and the lock releases with a soft snick. Tugging off my clothes, I head for the shower. I haven’t been able to get my mind off Chastity all night. Her heavy breasts, thick thighs, and those green eyes. I need some relief, and my hand will have to do. Like always.

I close my eyes as I stand beneath the hot spray, picturing my little Firecracker in front of me, naked. She glides her hands over my chest and stomach, and I imagine it’s her soft hand gripping my length instead of my callused palm.

I recall her husky voice as she pumps my cock. “How does that feel, Xander?”

“So fucking good.” My voice, low and predatory, echoes in the empty shower cubicle.

I pick up my pace as I imagine my Firecracker falling to her knees, looking up at me with those bright, green eyes. She opens her mouth and takes me between her perfect lips. The fantasy of her warm mouth wrapped around me, taking me deep, has me pumping hard and rolling my balls in my other hand.

They tighten, and my strokes stutter as my climax boils up my shaft, my cum shooting into the swirling water at my feet. I steady myself with a hand on the tiled wall, catching my breath.

If this is what my little Firecracker does to me in my fantasies, the reality will surely wreck me.

My dreams are filled with Chastity, taking her in every way I could think of giving it to her. When I wake up, I’m painfully hard. Jesus, this is ridiculous. It’s as if my body has flared to life again after seven years of abstinence, and she’s the only one who can slake my lust.

And, of course, Chastity is sitting at a table with Shelby when I make it downstairs for breakfast. Because having her in my head every damn second isn’t enough. She gives me a small, shy smile before returning to her conversation with Shelby.

“Sleep well, Xander?” A large hand lands on my shoulder, and I turn to see Jameson. The idiot grins at me like a toddler busting a parent doing something they’re not supposed to.

“No. Mattress was lumpy,” I say with a scowl, heading for the breakfast buffet.

“Aw, poor little princess,” he croons, pinching my cheek.

I smack his hand away. “Jesus, you’re annoying.”

Jameson ignores my bad mood. “We have rehearsals for a few hours, and then your time is your own until tonight.”

“We’ll see. I want to check the venue again before tonight’s concert,” I say, piling my plate with scrambled eggs and bacon.

Jameson fills his plate and follows me to an empty table. “Survival mode isn’t a healthy state to live in. Xander.” Jameson’s gaze follows mine to Chastity and Shelby a few tables away. “You can lower your walls and enjoy time with a beautiful woman once in a while.”

Something tells me he’s no longer talking about me as his gaze narrows on Shelby.

My focus slides to Chastity. She’s dressed casually today in jeans and a sweater, her hair piled on her head in a messy bun. Even dressed casually, she’s beautiful. I want to free those copper locks and sift my fingers through the silky strands. I want those green eyes locked on mine as I slide inside her tight heat.

“Ask her out. Take her for lunch or something after rehearsals. You can enjoy lunch and still do your job.” Jameson’s voice cuts through the haze of lust threatening to pull me under.

He slaps my back as Jax joins us with a to-go cup filled with coffee.

I look across at her again, and her eyes meet mine, pulling me back into my fantasies. I’ve known this woman for a matter of hours, but she calls to a part of me I thought was dead. I’d be a fucking idiot not to pursue this.

Whatever this is between us, it’s powerful and impossible to ignore.

Chapter 4

Chastity

I twist and turn in front of the mirror in the hotel bathroom, running a critical eye over my outfit. The lavender dress highlights my curves, and pairing it with the denim jacket hides my belly pooch. Low-heeled pumps complete the look.

“A date?” Dani squawks from the phone where we’re on FaceTime. “Less than a day, and you have a date? Who is he? What does he look like? How did it happen?”

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