Page 61 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Catch reached around my chair and gripped my brother’s shoulder. “So far Kam, you’re my favorite between you and your brothers.”

Laughter erupted around the table.

My fourteen-year-old brother didn’t back down once tonight. He asked Catch everything that was on his mind.

I pulled my brother into a hug. “Just so you know, Kam. Man-Man’s a dead man.”

“Good,” he said firmly.

He pulled back. “Are you happy, Bianca?”

I turned his statement over briefly in my mind. “At first. I was against being in a relationship with Catch. It was the most non-conventional relationship I’d ever heard of. I’m his foreverwoman.” And now he wanted to marry me. I shook off that last thought.

“Even though we haven’t been together long. I’m very happy with Catch. Don’t let his brooding exterior fool you. He’s very caring. I’ve never had a man treat me with such love the way Catch does.”

I swiped at a tear that fell.

“Awe,” Asia cooed.

She ran around the table and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you.” A calming warmth washed over my body.

Asia scurried back to her seat.

My hand circled Kam’s wrist, and I squeezed. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Sis.” He didn’t waste time turning back to his meal.

***P***

After dinner, Catch hung back and talked to Rémy and Romeo. I enjoyed a piping hot shower that I desperately needed. Pulling the robe closed, I tied the terry cloth belt tightly at my belly button.

A yawn escaped my mouth as I climbed into bed, diving into the four puffy pillows.

Catch and I would take my brother home at nine. My father was going to tear Kam a new one for leaving the house. I’d have to admit that he left to protect me. The bomb vest wouldn’t be mentioned. I didn’t need Dad talking about pressing charges against Man-Man. Or worse, killing him with his bare hands. The girls and I planned to murder that sorry bastard.

My brother stepped up tonight. Jacquel would’ve been proud of Kam.

Another yawn drifted from my lips. That was the last thing I remembered.

I felt big strong arms wrap around my waist. The smell of Tom Ford body wash hit my nostrils. His lips slid along my cheek. “We only have a two-hour window for a nap.”

“Uh, huh,” I mumbled.

His hand cupped my pussy.

“Callum,” I moaned.

The stubble on his face scratched the shell of my ear. “It’s hard to cup your pussy and not bend your knee and slide my cock inside that sweet cunt.” His deep voice hit my eardrum, making me wet for him.

“Callum, baby, I promised I wouldn’t tempt you. We’ll make love later,” I groaned as he slid his fingers back and forth along my slit.

“Make love?” he chuckled.

My eyes popped open. Why was it funny if we made love?

“There will be no love making tonight, bombshell. I owe you a punishment.”

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