Page 21 of Her Protector Daddies

I dropped the t-shirt on the floor and wandered into my bathroom, rather enjoying how Tyler’s gaze lingered on my body. He did follow me for a few steps, sending my heart into a burst of excited flutters but he stopped at the door, one hand near his gun.

Damn, he really was determined to remain my vigilant protector. I would need to try harder to get his guard down.

My shower was refreshing and I spent a lot of time washing away the sweat of the past two days. The red marks on my wrists were facing and even the bruising to my face didn’t look too terrible now. It was more difficult than I’d anticipated however, because each part of my body that I touched was a part I now associated with an attack. The kicks to the stomach, the boot on my chest, the hand around my throat; it was like each attacker had left a part of themselves behind.

I hated it.

Ending my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel that was far too short and walked back into the bedroom in search of a distraction. The perfect distraction was Tyler who now stood by the window, staring out at the world passing by. When he turned around, his eyes widened the moment they landed on me.

“Selena,” he said in a tight voice. I smirked, toying with the edge of my towel. I knew when someone was interested in me and Tyler hadn’t taken his eyes off of me. He was good in my fantasy the other night but how did that compare to real life?

“Tyler.”

“I’ll let you get dressed.”

The moment he took a step toward the door, I dropped the towel. A soft pink flush rose on Tyler’s cheeks and his eyes dropped slowly down my body, taking in every inch of me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thrilled by the look of appreciation that flashed across his face. Resting one hand on my hip, I relaxed and smiled.

“You’re crossing a line here,” Tyler warned me, his voice slightly deeper than before.

“I nearly died twice in one day,” I replied. “My entire life has been churned upside down and each time I look at myself, I see what people did to me rather than what I want to do. So what if I want to live a little?”

Tyler swallowed audibly. “There are rules?—.”

“Fuck the rules,” I snapped. “I didn’t have you pegged as a prude.”

“I’m not a— Selena. This isn’t in your best interest.”

“How do you know my best interest?” I replied sharply. “You don’t know me and if you were a real man you’d just say that you aren’t interested.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Tyler said, his gaze darkening.

“Oh,” I smirked. “So, you’re just a coward that wears a badge?—!”

My words died in my throat because Tyler suddenly charged forward, wrapped his arms around my naked body and kissed me so hard that all thought fled from my mind.

I closed my eyes and wound my arms around his shoulders, arching into the kiss, and a hot thrill shot through my core. He felt just as muscular as he looked and he kissed like a man possessed.

“Fuck,” I gasped as our kiss broke. Tyler’s hands fell away from my body and a click reached my ears. Seconds later, his gun belt clattered to the floor then he was kissing me again. A clash of lips and teeth that was so desperate I didn’t have time to think about anything other than how incredibly turned on I was.

Tyler used his body to crowd me backward until my ass hit my dresser and all my perfume bottles rattled against the mirror. I slid one hand into his hair and gripped tightly with a moan. He groped one of my breasts with his hand and his other stroked up my back like he was caressing me. Suddenly, his teeth snagged on my lower lip and a flash of pain made me open my mouth, just the cue he was waiting for because the moment I did, he thrust his tongue into my mouth and claimed me.

My pulse raced, my core clenched and my body flushed so hot that all evidence of the shower vanished from my skin. He kissed me deeply until the burning need for oxygen broke us apart and I gasped loudly.

“Fuck me,” I gasped, cupping his face and stroking his cheek. Tyler’s eyes were so dark that I could almost see my reflection and it made my heart skip a beat.

Suddenly, he flipped me around as if I weighed nothing. Both my hands landed on the dresser and in the mirror I could see him fiddling with his belt. I was impatient. My heart was pounding in my ears, my core ached, and every touch of his hands on my skin burned like a brand. I wanted more.

I needed more.

Tyler shoved against me and slid one hand around my throat, keeping his palm low against my collarbone. We locked eyes in the mirror and he brought his face close to mine, cheek to cheek.

“Are you sure?” he growled huskily, his lips caressing the shell of my ear.

I thrust my hips backward and groaned at the tell-tale ridge I could feel against my ass.

“Yes,” I gasped.

Tyler thrust his cock deep inside me one swift move, a thrust so sudden and complete that it punched all the air from my lungs and I rocked up onto my tiptoes at the intrusion. I had only a second to adjust my stance before he grasped my hips in an iron lock and started to fuck into me. His cock was thick, filling me to the brim and stretching my pussy in all the right ways.

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