Page 19 of Protector Daddy

I hadno idea where I was when I woke.

Panic seized my chest as I struggled to sit up in the strangely light bedroom. It took me a while to realize moonlight filled the room from the many windows, including a large half moon one behind the bed that offered a view of the woods. So much darkness lurked out there. Wilderness.

So much for my wild dreams. I wasn’t lying on the ground beneath an alien spacecraft hovering above, about to take me away. I was tucked under the covers on a massive mattress, though I slept alone.

Well, except for the large dog that guarded the foot of the bed, his head on his paws as he watched me flail around as if I’d never been on an adult sleepover before.

I’d never been on one like this before, that was for damn sure.

Where was my purse? Probably where I’d left it on the couch in the living room. Hopefully the same place where my clothes were. Well, not my poor panties. Those were now neon confetti on his stone floor. I wished I’d tucked my phone in my pocket—but no pockets on skin.

I didn’t know my moves here. I wanted to ask Mickey. She was well used to the walk of shame, although I wasn’t feeling the least bit shameful. Closer toward a peacock, even if my orgasm glow was fading.

Probably partially because the orgasm dispenser was MIA. Not that I hadn’t done some dispensing of my own.

When had I gotten so bold? I barely knew this dude and I’d made myself come in front of him. I’d never done that in front of a guy before. But he made me feel so free.

So totally free to be myself.

I sat up and shoved a hand through my hair before giving Boomer a scratch. “Where did your Daddy go, boy? Did he leave you with me so you could protect me?”

A boom of thunder crashed through overhead and I shivered. Just a late fall storm, I reminded myself as lightning slashed through the sky outside the floor to ceiling windows.

I couldn’t see much in the room even with the flashes of light, just a few large indiscernible pieces of furniture. The bed was pretty damn huge too, understandably, since Christian was practically a giant.

A Masterson family trait. Even his little sister Maddie was tall and big-boned.

Thunder crashed again and I shuddered, prompting Boomer to clamber on top of me, lifting his big paws to my shoulders and stretching out on top of me as I fell back on the bed. I laughed and squealed—and yes, panicked just a bit—as he tried to get to third base again. He licked my face and my neck as he hugged me, protecting me from the house shaking thunder and eye-searing blasts of lightning.

Or maybe I was protecting him, since he tucked his snout in the space between my neck and shoulder and lightly trembled against me as the storm raged on.

“It’s okay, boy. Just a storm. Nothing scary. You’re safe. I’m safe,” I added as the urge to shake overtook me once again.

“Boomer. Off.” Christian’s voice snapped out from the doorway.

Boomer pressed himself against me as if we were long lost best friends, recently reunited.

I pressed a kiss to his soft ear and he sent me a look of such adoration I couldn’t help a little sigh. “Aww, you’re the sweetest boy, aren’t you?”

“He’s supposed to be an attack dog.” Christian sounded weary.

“You’re a good boy—” I broke off at the next clap of thunder and clutched Boomer to my chest as he buried his face into my cleavage.

Christian shook his head. “Already figured out the best seat in the house.”

I giggled and wiggled over on the bed, patting the spot beside me. “Why are you so far?”

“Someone needed a walk in the back to do his business. Then he ran back to you in here as if he’d been without you for a lifetime.”

“Aren’t you a charmer.” I dropped a kiss on Boomer’s head. “How long did I sleep?”

“A few hours.”

“How long did you sleep?”

“Almost a few hours.”

I winced. “Did I snore?”

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