Page 28 of Her Royal Bodyguard

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Alexandra returned to her room and sat quietly, knowing Erin would have heard her return but not sure that she wanted to see her yet. Alexandra’s burden, although it should have felt lighter following Nicolas’s confession, it somehow also felt heavier and more real. Her marriage. Her children. Could she find a way to carry on fucking her bodyguard in secret? Was that really what she wanted with Erin, sordid quickies where she could get them?

She sighed and collapsed backwards onto her bed.

She knew she should see Erin and talk to her. It was 3am. Dinner had run late, and then she had spent time talking to Nicolas, maybe Erin would be asleep.

Alexandra

kicked off her shoes and wandered barefoot to Erin’s room pushing the door open and seeing Erin sitting up in bed in the dark. She looked like she had been crying even though Erin wasn’t someone she imagined ever crying.

“Erin…” she started quietly.

“Did you have sex with him, Alex? Please. I need to know. I thought I would be okay with this. I thought I would find a way to cope. But as the hours wore on and you didn’t return, I started going out of my head. Sorry, I shouldn’t ask. It isn’t my business. Oh god, I shouldn’t have said any of this.” Erin’s emotions spilled out of her mouth like water.

“Shhh. Shhhh. Sweetheart, no. I didn’t do it. I promise.”

Erin looked up, her eyes black in the dark. “You didn’t? What happened?”

“We just talked.” Alexandra repeated word for word to Erin, exactly what Nicolas had confessed to her.

Erin laughed. Spluttered. “Seriously?! What the fuck?! I’ve never heard of men being asexual. He doesn’t want to fuck you? Has he seen you? Alex? Seriously?”

“I think he was very serious, yes. Which makes him the perfect husband for me. My marriage to him will enable us to carry on spending time alone with each other where we can.”

Erin looked thoughtful.

“The thing is. The thing I’m just struggling with, Alex, is that you would have fucked him if you had to. I know you would. You would have done it tonight to make him marry you, you’d still have been wet where I had warmed you up. You would have fucked him when you were married, whenever he wanted you. You would have fucked him to get pregnant. I would have been in my room sleeping alone. Would you have made me sleep in the bedroom next to you? Would you have made me listen to you fucking him every night? Would it have turned you on? Would you have come round to see me beforehand so I could warm you up for him? A few snatched moments here and there?”

“Erin, no, no.” Alexandra climbed on the bed, hitched her dress up and straddled Erin. “It wouldn’t have been like that, I promise. It won’t be like that. He doesn’t want me like that.” She kissed Erin deeply and Erin pushed her away.

“I can’t Alex, I don’t think I can.”

“This is good news. This will be different. Obviously I will have to share a bed with him but he won’t fuck me. This will be so much better Erin, I promise.”

Alexandra kissed her again and Erin started crying and looked away and beat at Alexandra weakly with her fists.

It didn’t hurt, Alexandra knew she wasn’t really trying at all, she was breaking inside. Her big strong bodyguard was suddenly weak as a kitten beneath her and it was all her fault.

Alexandra gripped both of her wrists and pushed them back against the pillow and kissed Erin. Her hair, her face, her tears salty on her tongue. She licked at Erin’s cheeks, kissing away the tears. She kissed lightly along Erin’s jawbone. Erin still crying and pathetically resisting. They both knew that Erin was strong enough to throw her off in one movement if she really wanted to. Alexandra kissed down her neck and up to her earlobe. Taking her earlobe in her mouth and sucking it. Kissing around her ear, pushing her tongue into her ear.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you Erin.”

Erin’s eyes widened in shock and she stopped crying momentarily. Then she cried again.

“I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t think I can. I hate watching you with him. I hate imagining you with him.”

Alexandra kissed down over her collarbone, pushing the duvet down. Erin was naked beneath the duvet, her breasts suddenly exposed and Alexandra went straight to her nipple with her lips, kissing, suckling. Erin’s body started responding involuntarily, her nipples erect, her skin flushed and excited.

Alexandra pushed further, kissing down over her taut abdominal muscles, a stomach that was built to envy.

“I love you, Erin. I love you.” She kept saying it. She kept kissing. She ran her tongue down over Erin’s hipbones, down to her groin.

“I love you, Erin. We will find a way through this.” She pushed Erin’s legs roughly apart and buried her face between them. Her tongue insistent. Her mouth firm and wanting.

Erin looked down between tears to find Alexandra’s beautiful golden head bobbing between her legs. Her eyes were closed. She was hard at work for Erin’s pleasure. Erin’s clit responding against her will, swelling up with excitement in Alexandra’s mouth. Erin felt Alexandra’s fingers pushing their way into her and she suddenly needed them more than anything in the world. She arched her back and pushed onto the fingers. She grabbed the back of Alexandra’s head and pushed into her face. She ground into Alexandra’s mouth and fingers and her world exploded into a million pieces.

They stayed there for a time as Erin came round from her orgasm and Alexandra lay between her legs, her face lying gently on top of Erin’s pelvis, breathing in the sweet scent of Erin’s pleasure. Tears dried on Erin’s cheeks.

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