A Bodyguard For The Princess (A Bad Boy Romance) (41 page)

“Why are you here anyway, huh? Aren’t you with that girl?”

He shook his head. “No, we are not together. And we only kissed, okay? Besides, you wanted this, not me.”

I laughed and almost sputtered in indignation. “I wanted this? I didn’t want this, but we don’t have much choice now, do we? Our parents are officially married. It’s final,” I said, tears streaming down my face.

Ash looked at me. “Ah, fuck, I always had a weak spot when girls cried. Here, I know what to do.”

We got on the closest highway and drove. It wasn’t long before he pulled off at an exit in front of a gas station. “Your mom told me you were comforted by coffee…So let’s get some,” he said with a warm smile.

I smiled a small, watery smile. “Okay.”

We got out, and he wrapped his coat around me. I felt so safe. The gas station was still busy at this time of night. The city was crazy. Everyone was always awake. I got my coffee and put some cream in it. Ash got himself some coffee, too. We sat in his car for a bit, sipping our drinks in the quiet.

“I’m sorry for everything that’s happened between us, but I am really so glad you’re okay,” he said, his voice low and concerned.

I looked at him shyly. “I’m sorry, too. I was trying to make you jealous, I guess,” I admitted.

“I was trying to forget about you, you know.”

“Really?” My heart soared with hope.

“Really. Now, let’s get home. It’s late, and I have to be at your mom’s bed and breakfast early tomorrow to fix something for the wedding ceremony,” he said.

The lights of the city faded as we rode home in his red Honda Civic. I felt so safe. I was so grateful he had found me before something terrible happened. I nodded in and out of sleep a few times. By the time we got back home, my buzz was gone. He looked awake and alert, too.

We got out of the car. The kitchen lights in the house were on, but the lights in our parents’ room were off, which probably meant they were asleep. He fumbled with the lock to the house, and I followed him in. We tried not to make any noise as we walked upstairs to his room. I followed him in, and he closed the door. I took a deep breath and moved to sit on his bed.

“Thank God tonight is over,” I said.

“Seriously. I’m glad you’re okay,” he said gently.

His body next to mine felt so right. My inhibitions relaxed, and I gently reached for his crotch, smashing my mouth into his. He stiffened, pulled back, and gently took my hands in his.

“You’re still a bit tipsy, I’d say. And you’re feeling vulnerable. We can’t do anything tonight.”

I wanted to cry in frustration because I wanted him so badly.

“I’ll tell you what, though,” he said. He scooped me up in his arms, and I let out a slight gasp of surprise. “I’m going to put you to bed.”

After gently removing my clothes, he placed me in the tub and ran the water in the bath. It poured out in gushes, filling the room with steam. He took my wash cloth and washed me gently with lavender soap. I closed my eyes, relishing in the safe, warm feeling, never wanting this moment to end. He wrapped a towel around me and helped me out of the tub. I felt so warm in his embrace. He dried me off, fumbled around in my drawer, and pulled out one of my t-shirts.

“Put this on,” he said.

I nodded and did as I was told. He left the room for a moment and came back from the bathroom with a cup of water.

“Drink this. Not sure how much you drank, but I imagine even one drink could get you drunk.”

“You guessed right,” I joked. I took a sip of the water. I felt better almost instantly.

He pulled back my covers, and I crawled under them. “Goodnight,” he said, smoothing my hair.

Before he could leave, I pulled on his arm. “Stay,” I said.

He climbed slowly into bed beside me, and I fell asleep in his arms. All was right with the world, if only for tonight.

Ashton

My phone alarm went off. I groaned, fumbling to find it. I turned off the alarm and squinted in the morning light. I placed one of Amy’s pillows over my face to shield my eyes from the morning. Then it hit me: I was using one of Amy’s pillows. I was in bed with Amy, and I wasn’t even sure if her door was locked.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

Amy was snuggled peacefully against me. She looked so beautiful. I wished I could cuddle with her longer, but I had to get up to help her mom with the bed and breakfast.

I got slowly out of bed so as not to wake her. I looked at my phone and saw that I had several texts from Jen, who was still mad about last night. She really liked me, and I felt slightly bad that I had led her on. I looked back at Amy, who looked so safe and sound and perfect. I was so glad I got to her last night before anything bad happened. Jen would have to understand.

Family first,
I thought to myself with a grim smile.

I walked through the door to our bathroom, closing her door behind me to afford her some privacy. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed some of the grime from last night off of me. I always felt so unclean next to Amy, who screamed purity and innocence. It was probably a good thing I could never be with her, for her sake, at least.

I threw on some beat-up jeans and one of my old work t-shirts and bounded down the stairs. Amy’s mother was waiting for me. For a moment, she looked a lot like Amy.

“You ready to get some work done today?” she asked.

“Yes, definitely. I just gotta get my toolkit.”

“Your father is still sleeping, but I made you some toast,” she said with a smile. “He will be joining us a bit later today.”

“All right, sounds great.”

I grabbed a piece of toast and shoved it in my mouth. Emma was such a good cook that she could make even toast taste great. My toolbox was near the garage door where I last left it. I picked it up and followed Emma out of the house and into the sun.

My mother loved Victorian houses, and I must have inherited her appreciation because I thought the bed and breakfast was beautiful. It was a large, sunny building painted a pale, creamy yellow. Inside, each room had magnificent crown moldings. Almost every room had a fireplace. There was a grand staircase near the entrance, and Emma had recently furnished the old building with period-appropriate furniture.

Emma also liked Victorian houses. I wondered if Amy did. I would be fixing the shower today in one of the largest suites on the third floor. Emma was going to continue dusting everything, getting the house ready for the ceremony in a couple of weeks, followed by the grand opening of the bed and breakfast itself.

My phone buzzed.

Ryan:
I heard you got laid.

Ashton:
What? We just hung out.

Ryan:
That’s not what Jen is telling everyone.

Ashton:
I mean, I wanted to, but I had to deal with family drama.

This was a partial lie, but I didn’t understand why Jen was telling people untrue shit.

Ryan:
LOL. Sure buddy. You around to play cards later?

Ashton:
Yeah, maybe. If I get this done.

I grumbled to myself. Jen was starting drama. I hoped Amy didn’t see any of this. I was nervous to shoot her a text because she needed to sleep but worried she might wake up before I got home.

I parted ways with Emma, who had her dusting supplies out, and wandered up the staircase. The suite on the third floor was also pretty great. It had a room big enough for the bed, and adjoining it was a study. Just off of the bedroom was the bathroom, which had a Jacuzzi and a shower. These things were additions to the old house, of course, additions that I would have been able to put in for a lot cheaper than the company my dad had just paid.

I sighed to myself. Sometimes, he just didn’t think I was reliable. Some part of me knew he was right, but I really wished I could have helped him with this.

The shower was dripping again. Something was loose. Those goons hadn’t done a good job. Maybe this would teach my dad about having idiots do his plumbing. I set my tools down. The afternoon crept in, and the world outside woke up. I could hear kids playing and cars rolling up and down the driveway. I heard small footsteps behind me. I turned around. Amy. I nearly dropped my screwdriver.

“Amy!” I gasped.

She stood there, her hands on her hips, looking indignant. She pointed to her phone. Jen had sent her a private message. “She thanked me for not minding if you guys were screwing in the next room.”

“It’s not true,” I said, shaking my head. I stood up, excited to see her but also nervous about the backlash. “We kissed, but nothing else happened,” I assured her.

Amy looked a bit relieved. “I mean, I did think it was weird she would tell me something like that. She barely knows me. What other motive could she have?”

“What are you doing here?” I pressed.

“I came over with Gary. He and my mom are leaving to go to town and get stuff for lunch. They shouldn’t be back for at least forty minutes.”

“Nice.” I said. “I am pretty hungr—“

Before I could finish my sentence, she had pressed me against the shower with her tiny body and kissed me.

I returned her kiss, taken by surprise but loving every minute of it. She was always so well-mannered; this was definitely a fun shock.

Amy

I’d woken up that morning wanting him by my side. He thought I wanted to fuck because I was vulnerable last night, but he’d awoken a sex-hungry part of me. As soon as I’d read that message from Jen, I was filled with this primal urge to mark my territory. Not only that, but I was horny, and he’d been walking around wearing his mechanic’s clothes, and he looked so hot. This was one of only a few times we would be alone, so I wanted to let go. I wanted to feel him.

I pushed him against the shower, and he wrapped his arms around me, parting his mouth in surprise. I had never been so hungry for someone, and I had never known what it was like to want to take what I knew
in my heart was mine.

He accepted my kiss, and then deepened it. He tightened his hold on me, drawing me closer, our bodies crashing together like symbiotic waves. I unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt, revealing my perky nipples. He alternated between biting my neck and nibbling on my nipples, which were erect from the cold and my arousal.

He took me by the hand, walked out to the bedroom, and I followed him. He locked the door to the main bedroom and pushed me roughly onto the bed. I gasped in surprise and giggled. The bed and I were so soft, and he was so hard and rough. The contrast was incredibly erotic.

“Shhh,” he said playfully, “we don’t want our parents to come back and hear us, now do we?”

I shook my head, smiling into his kiss. He continued to nip at my neck, and I raked my hands up and down his back. He unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my lithe, toned body. I had picked out my black bra and panties today, deciding to be dark and daring. He looked at my under attire and moaned in appreciation. He kissed my stomach with his rough mouth, then pulled off my short denim skirt and kissed up and down my thighs.

“That feels so good,” I said, moaning softly as he nipped at my delicate skin.

“Yeah?” he breathed. “Just wait.”

He pulled my panties roughly to the side and began licking me, catching my clit between his lips and sucking. I arched my hips to meet his hungry mouth. It was white hot, and every single lap or lick of his tongue felt like absolute heaven.

He tried to keep me still, and I tried my best to stay quiet, knowing very well that our parents could come back sooner than anticipated. I never was good at planning things, but I wanted to be with him so badly that most of my cares faded into thoughts of red-hot sex.

He circled my clit expertly with his tongue. I writhed in appreciation. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

He increased his pace in response. I felt the familiar tingle of orgasm as the walls of my pussy began to tighten. He kept up a steady pace, and I totally lost it, my head moving back and forth. I came hard. Waves of pleasure made me lose control of my voice and my hands. I yelled and pushed his head closer to me. He kissed my thighs as I came, and he began to lap up my juices.

“Fuck!” I cried. I panted, catching my breath. I never knew something could feel so good. Sex was getting better and better! “You’re an orgasm magician,” I teased.

He laughed and kissed me again. I could taste some of my fluids on him, surprisingly sweet. I helped him remove his shirt to reveal his toned, tanned body. I ran my hands over his muscles in appreciation, admiring his tattoos. His erection was hard, hidden beneath his pants.

“Your turn,” I said playfully.

I’d never wanted to go down on anyone as much as him. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his big, hard cock out, which was already dripping with his anticipation. I looked up at him and pulled the head into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. I was glad I had worn my cherry lip-gloss today, because it tasted great mixed with his pre-cum. He scooped up some of my hair gently in his hand. He closed his eyes and arched his back in appreciation.

“Good girl,” he said, his breathing becoming more ragged by the minute.