Page 2 of Protected By The Ranger
Thirty minutes later,my mouth is watering as I’m walking through the hospital corridors with two bags of food. My mind is busy going over the work waiting for me back at Ghost Security and how much of it I can hand off to the other guys so I can help Hayden with his sister, when movement at the nurses’ station catches my eye.
Holy fuck.
A woman stands with her back to me, leaning against the counter while talking to one of the nurses. Dark sunglasses resting on the top of her head, honey-blonde hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders. She’s wearing a pale blue sundress that hugs every dangerous curve of her body like it was painted on her. She laughs at something the nurse says, and I swear I’ve never heard a prettier sound in my life.
My cock springs to life so fast that it’s almost painful.
This woman is pure sex wrapped in a summer dress, and every rational thought in my head evaporates like smoke. Her thick legs are thick and tanned, and I find myself imagining what it would be like to have those legs over my shoulders as I ate her pussy until she came on my tongue. Or have them wrapped around my waist while I plunged into her sweet depths. What sounds would she make as I traced my tongue along the curveof her neck? When I made her come…would she giggle? Moan? Scream my name?
The food bags slip in my grip, and I have to readjust before I drop them completely.
“Excuse me, sir? Are you alright?”
A nurse’s voice snaps me back to reality. I realize I’m standing frozen in the middle of the corridor, food bags dangling from my hands like an idiot, while I fantasize about a stranger.
“Fine.” I cough, shifting my stance and hoping she doesn’t notice the raging hard-on straining against my jeans. “Just fine.”
I force myself to resume walking, but my eyes drift back to the vision at the nurses’ station. She’s laughing at something the nurse said, and the sound goes straight through me. Rich and musical, like warm honey. It’s the kind of laugh that makes a man want to spend his life figuring out how to hear it again.
Her body moves with grace as she gestures, the sundress shifting to reveal the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. I wonder what color her eyes are, whether her skin is as soft as it looks.
Focus, Pierce. You’re here for Dawson, not to go full horndog over some random woman. You’re not Zane.Though I gotta admit, it’s hard not to approach a woman like that, because it’s been a long time since a woman affected me half as much as the bombshell at the nurse’s station.
But as I push through the door to Dawson’s room, I can’t shake the image of her from my mind. The way she moved, the sound of her laugh, the way that dress clung to every curve. I’m still hard and trying to think of something else—anything else—when I hear Hayden shifting on his bed.
“Man, I just saw a walking wet dream in the—”
Hayden’s face lights up as he looks past me toward the door, and I turn around to see what’s caught his attention.
“Izzy!”
Holy motherfucking fuck.
It’s her. The goddess from the nurses’ station is standing in the doorway, pulling dark sunglasses off her face to reveal the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
She goes over to Hayden and gives him a big hug, then turns to me.
“Hi there. I’m Izzy, this grump’s sister.”
My mouth goes dry as I take her extended hand and shake it. “Hey, Izzy. Jake Pierce.”
This woman standing in front of me is notwhat I expected.
This woman is all curves and confidence, with the kind of presence that makes every man in a room take notice. The sundress that had me fantasizing in the hallway shows off curves that make my hands itch to touch. Her hair is long, styled in loose waves that frame a face that is prettier than I’ve ever seen. High cheekbones, full lips that curve in a friendly smile, and incredible blue eyes that see right through me.
“Izzy, Jake here’s my buddy I told you about. He’s going to help you with the stalker situation. He works in private security now,” Hayden says, oblivious to the fact that I’m having a complete mental breakdown. “I trust him with my life. He’ll stay with you at my place and keep you safe.”
Izzy’s eyes widen slightly, and I catch something that might be surprise flickering across her face. Or maybe recognition of the same awareness that’s currently short-circuiting my brain. “Right. That’s...great.”
I just had detailed sexual fantasies about Hayden’s baby sister. The baby sister he’s always been hyper-protective about. The baby sister he’d probably kill me for if he knew how I was fantasizing about making her come on my tongue.
Fuck.
CHAPTER 2
IZZY
My hands shake as I remember how different everything felt forty-eight hours ago. The spotlight’s heat on my skin, the crowd’s energy washing over me like fuel for my soul, the rush of holding three thousand people captive with nothing but my voice.
