Page 20 of Her Bossy Bodyguards

If anyone was the fuck-up in this situation, it surely wasn’t Zeke.

“It went about as well as could be expected,” I replied, and I nodded toward Natalie’s suitcases in the living room. “He let me borrow her spare key to get the rest of her stuff. Even though, at first, he seemed to be under the impression that we were hiding his daughter away for no reason. At least until I told him about the kidnapping attempt in broad daylight at the college.”

“Shit.” Zeke sucked in a breath between his teeth. “And how’d he take that?”

“Poorly.” I shrugged. “But again, what else would we expect? It’s a hard thing, hearing that someone tried to snatch your daughter in the middle of the goddamn day.”

“Did you find out anything more about the guys who did it?” he asked. “Anything about Miami?”

“All I know is that Mr. Hanson once took a trip down to Miami, back when he was first running for state senator.”

“And why would he do that?” Zeke continued. “If he was running for a seat in Texas, what the hell does that have to do with Miami?”

“No idea,” I replied. “But at least it gives us that vital connection we were looking for. There’s a link between Texas and Miami for the Hansons, no matter how small.”

“Do you want me to dig into it?”

“What? When you’re supposed to be taking a break?”

“And bybreakyou mean surveilling the perimeter and making sure no one followed you back from town,” Zeke clarified.

I offered him a wide grin. “Exactly. I don’t know if you’re really going to have time to dig into it, when you’re going to berelaxingon your break.”

“You’ve always had a very weird definition of the wordrelaxing.” Zeke groaned and headed for the front door. “I’ll be back a little later. Probably before morning. It never takes me too long to figure out if these assholes are trying to track us or not.”

“Godspeed,” I replied, just as Zeke finished shutting the door behind him.

A few seconds later, Natalie quietly stepped into the kitchen, standing across from me at the counter. She folded her arms across her chest, her eyes darting away from me as soon as I looked at her.

“Hey,” I started, wanting to keep things casual between us. “I brought you some of your stuff. At least, everything out of your bedroom. I was starting to think that a few days might turn into something a little longer, and it wouldn’t be fair to you to not have what you might need for class or…”

“I saw you.”

“What?”

“I saw you, Kingston,” she murmured. “You were watching us. You were watching Zeke and me as we were—”

“I’m sorry.” My apology came quick and unbidden. “I shouldn’t have done that. That was wrong of me. I should’ve let you two have your privacy. I should’ve just walked back outside.”

“You liked it, right?”

“What?” I pretended to be confused by the question. “What are you talking about, Natalie?”

“Kingston, come on. Don’t try to gaslight me,” Natalie replied. “You liked it, didn’t you? You liked watching Zeke and me. I saw what you were doing with your hand. And I bet I can guess what you did when you went to the bathroom, too.”

“Fine,” I admitted a little under my breath. “You’re right. I liked what I saw. But that doesn’t make what I did right.”

“I liked it, too.” Natalie’s stare finally moved up to my own, something bright burning in her gaze. “I liked the idea of you watching me while Zeke was inside of me. You have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you to come over so I could take care of you and…”

“Take care of me?”

“I wanted to suck you off,” she explained. “While Zeke finished fucking me. And then, when Zeke was done, I wanted you to fuck me, too.”

“Natalie, what the hell?” I groaned at the thought and forcefully closed my eyes, not wanting to think about Natalie’s mouth wrapped around my dick. “Why are you telling me this shit?”

“Because I’m not a virgin anymore,” she answered, her footsteps sounding like she’d suddenly gotten a lot closer to me behind the counter. Natalie’s hand trailed down toward the crotch of my pants, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock behind the fabric. “Because I’ve been thinking about how your cock might taste all day.”

“Natalie, I…”

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