A Bodyguard For The Princess (A Bad Boy Romance) (38 page)

“It’s happening again!”

“Good.” He fucked me harder, and I felt the pit inside of me explode again. My body quaked with another orgasm. I clawed at his arm, and he looked down at me with delight. I was so weak from orgasm I could no longer move. I was totally his, and I loved every damn minute of it.

“Ash!” I moaned. “Ash, it feels…so good.”

“It’s sex. It’s supposed to,” he joked. His face became harder and more serious. I felt him filling me. His cock swelled within me. I squeezed him lovingly with my muscles, and he moaned in appreciation.

“You’re…you’re getting so big. You can barely fit.”

“That’s what happens when a dude is about to bust…a nut.” He pushed harder and harder, grunting. I wanted him to come. I wanted to see him lose it. I pushed his hips closer to me, and I looked him in the eyes.

“I want you…to come,” I said shyly.

He kissed me deeply and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to come all over your stomach,” he said.

“Okay!” I said, excited. I hadn’t a clue what cum looked like. I wondered what it would feel like. He fucked me deeper, hitting that sweet spot again, closing his eyes and nearly losing it.

“I’m gonna come,” he gasped, and he pulled out of me.

Without even really knowing what I was doing, I got on my knees and put his cock in my mouth, jerking him. He looked down at me, surprised. I had a primal urge to ingest his seed. I wanted his seed to fill me. He began to come, spurts of white, salty, sticky fluid covering my lips and filling my cheeks. I sucked harder, and he shuddered, gently urging himself away.

“It’s really sensitive after I come,” he said.

“Oh, sorry,” I said, cum spilling out of my mouth. I tried to swallow it, but some dribbled down my chin.

He collapsed next to me. I wiped my mouth and lay beside him, hearing the massive crash of the waves. “That was….amazing. You were amazing. I mean, you are amazing,” he said. “How was your first time?”

I could see his vulnerability again. “Incredible!” I exclaimed. “It was amazing, really. I don’t know why I haven’t done it sooner!”

He breathed deeply, and I felt comforted by the rise and fall of his chest. We fell asleep together.

Zzzzzzz.

Zzzzzzz.

Zzzzzzz!

“Huh?” I muttered. I was awake, and my phone was going off.
Shit.
“Hi, Mom,” I said, trying to keep my tone even. I’d just lost my virginity, such a big deal, but I had to act normal.

“We’re home with the food. You guys come on back,” she said, cheerfully oblivious.

I wanted more than anything to share this amazing moment with her, but I couldn’t tell her because then she’d know that I just fucked my future stepbrother. My voice lowered with shame. “Okay. We’ll be there.”

I hung up. Ash was rubbing his eyes. He looked peaceful, happy. The pleasure was gone, and the horror and confusion of what we’d just done overwhelmed me. I stood up, throwing on my tank top and boy shorts. I grabbed my flip flips, ready to make a run for it with my bare feet in the sand.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned.

“No,” I replied. “This is wrong. We shouldn’t have done that.” My voice raised a few pitches.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re going to basically be my brother, for fuck’s sake. And we just
fucked.”

He stood up to match me, and I wanted so badly to hug him. He was the one person on this earth right now I wanted to comfort me, but he couldn’t because he was the source of my problems. What an awkward place to be in!

I wrenched myself away from him and began to run. I wanted to run far away until I was by myself on an island because the truth was, any man I grew to love would never work out. My father hadn’t worked out—he wouldn’t work out, either. No one would ever work out because I was destined to be alone.

I got back to the house and couldn’t make eye contact with Gary or my mom. “I’m not feeling well. Could you save me a sandwich for later?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” my mother asked.

“Like I said, not feeling well.” I turned on my heel and left them.

“We’ll save you a sandwich then,” Gary called after me. I didn’t reply. I was too mortified.

I debated about telling my mom what had happened but decided against it because if I told her, that would mean they might not get married. Maybe this could be okay if Ash and I kept it a secret.

It wasn’t an hour before my mother came up the stairs. Her face was tanned from the day, and she sat next to me on my bed. “We had something to tell you both, but you weren’t downstairs, so we couldn’t.”

“I have something to tell you, too,” I said.

“Gary and I…We were so lost in the moment today and, well, we got married.”

I nearly fell over. “What?!” I gasped.

“Don’t worry! We’re still having the standard reception in a couple of months, but we just had to make it official,” Mom said dreamily. “Now, what is it that you had to tell me?”

“I...” I began, faltering. “I just miss home a lot, that’s all.”

“Oh, honey…” She gave me a hug, and I looked over her shoulder, blank and expressionless. The door to Ashton’s room was closed. The damage had already been done.

My mom left, and I texted him.

Amy:
What happened was fucked up. We can’t do that anymore.

Ashton:
I know. It was. But we couldn’t help it. We just wanted each other so much.

Amy:
We should have resisted.

Ashton:
If you think about it, though, it makes sense. We have the same genetics as our parents, who are also fucking.

Amy:
That isn’t helping. What would help, though, is for you to find other girls.

Ashton:
But you don’t get it. I don’t just want to fuck you. I kinda like you.

I paused, looking down at my phone.
Shit.

Amy:
I like you too, but it’s too late. Our parents are married. Just find someone else and leave me alone.

He didn’t text me back, and part of me was relieved. The rest of me was devastated. This summer would go by so slowly, and I just wanted it to be over. I called Sarah, crying.

“Girl, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice sounding so especially familiar and comforting right now.

“I fucked him,” I said.

“Whoa. No way! That’s great,” she squealed.

“No, no, it’s not. Remember? He’s my stepbrother now. It’s actually official. Our parents tied the knot today—one of my mom’s random, crazy fucking ideas,” I said through tears, crying hysterically.

“Okay, listen. Try to calm down. I’m sure you’re not the first person this has happened to, and you won’t be the last,” she said.

“I’m pretty sure I’m the first! Who is weird enough to have sex with their future family member? To make it worse, he is my family member now. I just wanted him so bad. I’ve never felt like that before.”

“It’s called being horny, and people have done worse things.”

“Really?” I asked, sniffling through tears.

“Of course! It’ll be okay. Just keep it a secret and try to keep your distance from him for a bit, I guess,” Sarah replied.

“I think your psychology studies are paying off. That’s pretty solid advice.”

“It’ll all be okay. Just breathe. Have you spoken to him since it happened?”

“Yes… I told him to find someone else and that it was over,” I said, noting how sad my voice sounded.

“Good. You did the right thing. I mean, you can’t totally pretend it didn’t happen, but for now, just act like it didn’t. For your sake and your parents’ sake.”

“I just want to go home. I miss you, my dad, and our friends at school. Maybe I should just come back early. But Mom would be so upset, though. I don’t know what to do!”

“Just relax for this weekend. Make decisions tomorrow,” Sarah said.

I took a deep breath. “All right.”

“My boyfriend is about to get home, so I gotta go,” she said. “I’ll talk to you later. Text me if you need anything.”

“I will. Thanks, Sarah. Goodnight.”

We hung up, and I felt so cold and alone. The bathroom had a Jacuzzi, thank God. I turned the steaming water on and felt soothed by the scents of lavender I poured into the tub. I ripped my clothes off, feeling dirty and unclean. Perhaps I could wash away my sins, and none of this would have ever happened. I cried softly as I scrubbed my hands and feet with the soap, the roaring of the water spout hiding my angst.

I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and put on my robe after an hour in the bath. My phone pinged. I had a friend request from none other than Ash. With shaking hands, I accepted.

Ashton

I was rarely uncomfortable in a car, but the ride home had been hostile. My dad and Emma wanted to sit together, so I was forced to sit with a highly uncomfortable Amy. She stared pointedly out the window, her arms crossed tightly.

“How did you like the beach, Amy?” Emma inquired.

“It was beautiful. Thanks.”

“How about you, Ashton? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Very much so,” I answered, deepening my voice, trying to hint to Amy that I had enjoyed our sex together. Amy’s face was slightly pink. Fuck, I loved it when she got nervous like that.

“Ah, I am so happy that we are finally married,” Dad said, putting his hand on Emma’s thigh.

“If only the stress of the formal ceremony wasn’t still there, but I think having it at the bed and breakfast will help. I also think we’re going to need a handyman,” Emma hinted, smiling at me.

“I’m happy to help. Seriously, it’s not an issue,” I offered.

I was hoping this would make Amy think I was less of a dick, but she still didn’t look at me. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pulled out my phone and texted her.

Ashton:
What is your issue? I thought you would be okay with what happened?

Amy’s phone vibrated. She looked down at it, then over at me, and sighed. She typed back.

Amy:
Seriously, now that our parents are married, it’s over. Just stay out of my way the rest of the summer. Go hook up with one of your groupies I saw on your social media.

Women could be so crazy sometimes
, I grumbled inwardly.

Ashton:
Really? Wow. Okay. Consider yourself ignored.

We finally got home. I picked out my things from the trunk and saw Amy’s rather heavy purple suitcase and grabbed it as well. She looked for her luggage. When she saw me carrying her bag, she scoffed and followed me up the stairs.

“I could have carried that myself, you know,” she said with an icy voice, so different from her usual sweet, soft one.

“Whatever. I’m just leaving it outside your door.” I plopped her bag down and put mine in my room. I walked back out to see Amy walking out of her room with her shower caddy.

“You can take a damn shower up here. I’m not going to walk in on you, you know,” I said indignantly.

She rolled her eyes at me. “I’ll do what I want.” She stomped down the stairs with her nose in the air.

An ache came over me—the kind I hadn’t felt since my mother left. “Fuck her. Who cares what she thinks?” I mumbled to no one.

I needed to do something—to fix something. Tinkering with my car would work. I threw on an old tank top and some sweatpants, my work clothes. I trudged down the stairs, passed one of the main bathrooms where I knew Amy was fiddling around behind the closed door. The cool air of the garage hit me, and I found it soothing. I closed the door behind me, sealing myself from the world.

I rummaged through some of my tools and rolled myself partially under my car. I began fixing a leak.
The
leak. The one that had been evading me, the one I could
fix. I liked machines and cars because they weren’t complicated. If you had the right parts and the right amount of work ethic, you could fix it. People were far more complex. If something was broken, sometimes you couldn’t fix it, even if you tried.

I didn’t think I could fix things with Amy.

A good hour went by. My phone vibrated. I rolled myself out from under the car and pulled off my gloves, which were covered in grease. Jen, a girl I had known from high school, had texted me. She always did have a crush on me.

Jen:
Hey Ashton. Can’t wait for our date tonight. I thought you’d never ask.

Ashton:
Hope you like smoking, because that’s what’s up. It’ll be fun.

Jen:
Yeah. Wouldn’t smoke anywhere else. You always have the best shit. And that new bong you showed me a pic of looks amazing. We’ll get so high!

Ashton:
See you here around eight. You need me to pick you up?

Jen:
Yeah. Same place. See you then. Kisses!

I remembered the last party I went to with Jen. We had kissed but nothing else. She had blonde hair, and though I wasn’t usually into blondes, I had to admit she was smoking hot. Her blue eyes and curly hair certainly made up for the hair color. At the end of the day, hair was just hair, anyway. It was the body that really counted, and boy, did she have a nice body.