Page 71 of Trust My Bodyguard

His fingers ride up to my chest and he teases my nipples as he fucks in and out of me. “Look at that. Played with them once and they know who owns them, don’t they?”

My head screams no but my body says yes, my pussy making more wetness to ease his entry. Welcome him home. My mouth hangs open, only able to produce whimpers and cries as he tunnels into me.

A second hand works between my legs and he huffs. “Such a wet, horny woman.” His drives turn more forceful, more insistent as he plays with my clit and nipples. “Did you go to bed at night thinking of how hard I fucked you? Did you wish for this? For my cock deep inside your juicy cunt?”

I’m so close all I can do is gasp and hold on for the completion that’s coming.

“Because I did.” He covers me with his body, chest pressed to my back. “I dreamt of fucking deep into this squelching cunt andfinding the end of it. Then I filled her up with cum. I filled her up until she couldn’t take anymore.”

Tears seep out of the corner of my eyes. My body is pulled so tight if I don’t get release right now I’ll explode from anticipation.

“Do you want to make my dreams come true, Ivy? Do you want to take my cum up your tight, little snatch?”

His words quicken my race to the peak.

“Yes, yes,” I cry.

He drops a wet kiss on my neck, his breathing matching the quick tempo of his driving cock. “Just what I needed to hear.”

He grunts in my ear as he explodes inside me. Hot and creamy, his cum warms my channel. It’s all I needed, the permission to orgasm.

I throw my head back and rock against him. Once, twice. And then completion finds me. It’s like coming home. His hard cock throbs inside me and my walls squeeze around him. His fingers strum my clit, keeping the orgasm going. Shudders rocket through me as the sensations overcome me, weakening me.

We stay frozen in the throes of pleasure for what feels like an eternity until he drops me to my stomach and rolls inside of me while showering my neck and shoulders with kisses.

“Such a cute, little sexpot, Ivy. So good at taking cock.”

The aftershocks wrack my body as I bask in the glow of his praise. Then all too soon, he eases off me. I want to ask wherehe’s going but I’m a happy ball of satisfaction and I can’t be bothered to speak.

Brody returns and urges me to lie lengthwise on the pillows. He gazes down at me, face serene as he produces a wet, warm towel and wipes between my thighs, cleaning up the evidence of our orgasms. He leaves again. When he comes back again, the bed dips beneath his weight. He slides close and throws a sheet over us.

I crawl to his side and he loops an arm underneath my head, letting me tuck myself against him. With one leg thrown over the both of his and my head on his chest, I feel… at peace. Better than I’ve felt in a week. All is right with the world.

“Will you tell me now what happened?” His voice is low and intimate, totally at odds with the fear that swoops through me at the memory of what happened. Something that could have been prevented if Brody and the guys at HEY did their job correctly.

But he’s also a blanket of comfort for me right now. Do I get mad at him or snuggle closer and enjoy the safety my heart feels? The latter is more appealing.

Brody adjusts to give me more room as I move even though there’s nowhere left to go. “I know it’s not pleasant to talk about but I have to know.”

“I know.” I exhale, getting my thoughts together. Getting thoroughly fucked did a good job of scrambling my brain, but the traumatic event comes back quickly. “I was alone at home. Iris had left earlier for her date with Detective Callum so—”

“Wait, what?”

I lift my eyes to his. “Yeah.”

His gaze narrows as if he’s doing the math. “When did they…”

“Yeah. Stumped me too.”

He shakes his head. “Sorry. Tell me what happened.”

“So I thought I’d like to have dinner surrounded by other people, so I got dressed to go out.” My throat constricts. “I opened the door and looked in my purse for my key so I can lock it. I found it but it slipped from my fingers to the floor. I bent to pick it up and then I heard the gunshot.”

Brody’s arm stiffens around me like he can keep me safe from the memory. “Then what?” His words are quiet, laced with anger.

“I was shocked and confused. I stood up, saw the bullet hole in the door, turned and saw the gun trained at me…”

“Tell me you ran, Ivy. You didn’t try to be brave.”

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