Page 17 of Savage Protector

Chapter Seven

Houston

All the way back to his room he couldn’t stop staring at her soiled wedding dress. The irony of that wasn’t lost on him, nor was the twinge of guilt. If she belonged to someone else he might go out of his mind. He didn’t poach from other guys, but one taste of her and he sure as shit knew it wasn’t enough.

Whoever she’d run from couldn’t have her back. Whoever had been dumb enough to let her get away could go fuck himself.

His dick twitched.

He had no idea where this sudden bout of possessiveness came from, but he aimed to fuck it out if that’s what it took. With no current job prospects, the Club breathing down his neck, a house full of ghosts waiting for him and only his savings and a meager disability check to live on, he was hardly in the position for a relationship.

She’d probably come to her senses and want to go back anyway. It hadn’t escaped his notice that the gown and shoes she wore were designer. Both were probably worth more than he’d made in a decade with the Marines. Rich didn’t slum with the likes of his kind for long.

So he’d get what he could while he had the chance.

Right now their fingers were intertwined and her head rested against his arm. Yet, it didn’t seem awkward not to talk. He imagined she needed to process what just happened as much as he did.

Although admittedly his brain was mostly focused on getting her naked and doing it again.

She had a sweet little pussy, but he wanted to see the whole package. He wanted to feel her naked body sliding against his as he fucked into her. Maybe watch her drop to her knees and take him into her lush mouth.

Fuck.

These thoughts were making him hard again. Not that he needed any help in that department with her around. From the moment he’d seen her looking so sad and lonely out on the pier, she affected him.

She wasn’t classically beautiful but with long dark hair, tanned skin and a curvy figure she looked hot as sin, and he really liked that. Her dark eyes were shockingly expressive. So much so that he got the impression that with her, what you see is what you get.

Actually, the more he thought about it the more he couldn’t point to any one thing that made her stand out. It was the whole package. Strong features she embraced, emotions she couldn’t quite keep in check at all times and the general gut reaction he got when around her.

Not for the first time he wondered what her story was and how she ended up here with him.

After a quick elevator ride and a short walk down a corridor, he used his keycard to let them in his room. When he closed the door behind them he caught sight of a quick shiver work down her spine.

“You okay?” The room wasn’t 5-star fancy, but it wasn’t a motel dump either. It looked clean and modern with a bathroom that beat the barracks any day and the hotel came with a fair amount of amenities. Such as the rooftop pool. His body tightened. Thank God for the rooftop.

She turned and smiled at him. “I’m good.”

“What’s the status of that dress? You planning to save it.”

She looked down at the yards of fabric that hid her from him. “God no. Thinking a nice ritual burning would be good.”

“Perfect.” He bent down and pulled a knife from his boot and flicked the wicked looking blade open.

“Whoa.” She took several steps back with her hands held out in front of her, her eyes gone wide with fear.

“Relax, Princess. It’s for the dress.”

“I could just unzip it.”

He smiled down at her. “Now what fun would that be?”

Houston grabbed her arm and flipped her around. “Hold still.” That was the only warning she got before he sliced her dress down the back. The gown fell away and the sight rendered him speechless.

She had warned him that she had a bustier underneath but he hadn’t been able to picture it until now. Peek a boo, his ass. That top was completely see through. He attempted to pull himself together and put his tongue back in his mouth. A little hard with the image of her tiny waist highlighted by white lace and half of a perfectly generous ass staring him in the face.

“Turn around.”

She moved slowly. Not in a seductive 'I’m a stripper looking for a big tip' way, but a shy, unsure way. So damned cute.

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