thebodyguardsprincess M47 annmayburn 2 (6 page)

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Full of delicious and greasy diner food, Lalita strolled back through the warm summer night and marveled at the turn her life had taken. Deep in the rough section of Washington DC, she meandered along as if she didn't have a care in the world. The meal had been quick and efficient with no complications of a SWAT team coming to arrest her. No one even really noticed her. Probably because they were too busy staring at the huge and muscled glory of her men.

Asher and Kent had been charming and more open with her than they ever had been before. Some invisible barrier between them had fallen during the night. She learned more about their families and how they grew up. They wouldn't answer any questions about how they met, or where her father found them, but they did make her laugh with stories about past jobs as bodyguards.

Small glimpses into their character deepened her feelings for them. She learned Kent had a secret vice for chocolate milk because his mother used to make it for him every day after school when he was a kid. He drank three glasses of it with dinner. And Asher knew the lyrics to every Bob Marley song ever written. Something she never would have imagined.

Running across the street, she giggled as Kent swung her up and over the edge of the chipped sidewalk. He paused with her on the side of the road and tightened his arm around her waist, fingers stroking against the exposed skin of her lower back. Looking into his blue eyes, her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his emotions reflected in their depths.

"Down!" Asher shouted and tackled them as the unmistakable pops of gunfire rang out through the air. The shriek of tires drowned out her scream as a car slammed into the streetlight behind them, throwing their section of the parking lot into shadows.

Chips of concrete stung against her arm as bullets tore through the sidewalk.

Tugging his gun from behind his back, Asher returned fire while Kent scooped her up and dashed for the SUV. Throwing open the front door, he threw her inside and jumped in.

"Asher!" she screamed as more gunshots filled the night. A police siren wailed in the distance, and she bounced off the closed door as Kent threw the SUV into reverse. A few more shots rang out, but they went wide over the car. Asher slid in through the back door and crouched down.

Kent yelled, "Hold on!" and gunned the big engine, roaring out of the parking lot and driving over the sidewalk to avoid the tangle of vehicles the accident caused. The undercarriage of the SUV gave a metallic shriek as they bounced over the curb. Horns blared behind them as Kent cut off traffic and headed toward the freeway.

"Who was that?" she yelled and ran a hand over her stinging arm.

Asher said in a grim voice, "We could have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, or someone could have tracked my call to the payphone and waited for us."

"Fuck," she said in a low groan as her arm gave a painful sting.

Her palm came away bloody and Asher said, "Kent, she's hurt." Asher leaned forward as much as he could between the two seats. Warm hands gripped her arm and turned it in the dim light.

"It's okay. Just scratches from when we hit the pavement." Her voice cracked, "I tried to roll like you taught me, but Kent was on top of me."

Asher pressed his lips to her forehead and hugged as much of her as he could. Desperate for his comfort, she climbed into the backseat with him and let him draw her onto his lap. Big and strong, she buried her face against his chest.

"Whoever the shooters were knew how to handle a gun. That wasn't a random pattern of fire, they were aiming for us." Kent swore in a low voice. "The Sanjit's phone has to be bugged," Kent said from the front seat as they entered the freeway and slowed down to the speed limit.

"Yeah. Someone traced your phone call and found us." His voice rumbled against her ear as he held her close, rubbing his lips on her newly short hair. "This SUV stands out in that neighborhood. They must have seen it and decided to wait for us to return."

"Son of a bitch!" Kent slammed his hand onto the dash with a loud smack. "How did someone get past us to bug the Sanjit?"

"I have no idea. It had to be an inside job."

"Cleaning ladies? Or maybe that new gardener?"

"Or someone closer." Asher shifted beneath her and she cuddled closer. He smelled wonderful. Silence filled the car as they traveled west, out of the city and into the climbing foothills of the Appalachian Mountains.

"We going to Mr. Jerry's place?" Asher asked. She shifted against him, her nipples tight and sensitive as her hips moved with the motion of the SUV taking a curve.

"Yeah." Kent glanced in the mirror at them. "How are you doing, Princess?"

"Good," she said in a soft sigh and stroked Asher's cheek with her fingertips. His breath came out in a low rumble and he grew thick beneath her bottom.

"We have a problem," Asher said as her fingertips grazed over his full lips. Soft waves of pleasure started in her pussy and spread outward, making her hyper-aware of his cock. Hard and fat, the feeling of it made her want to purr.

"What's that?"

Shifting in Asher's arms, she rubbed her mouth against the taut nipple beneath the soft weave of his shirt. He half-heartedly tried to pull her back and she looked into his eyes, licking her lips and biting the place where her tongue ring should have been. His gaze skittered to her chest as he said, "Her trigger's been hit."

The SUV swerved a bit and Kent swore softly. "Chetana, can you hear me?"

Rocking her hips forward, she ground herself along the length of Asher's cock and shuddered. "Yes."

"Shit." Kent took a deep breath and the engine roared as he gunned it. "Can you hold her until I can find a place to pull off?"

Through gritted teeth, Asher said, "Yeah, but hurry."

Her inhibitions melted away on a tide of desire and she was filled with the clarity of need. Asher would take care of her. She could trust him and stop fighting against the desire. All she had to do was convince his mind to do what his body wanted.

"Asher," she purred out and relaxed in his grip as he tried to hold her away. Using the trick of leverage, she straddled him and arched her back, her breasts inches from his face.

"Princess, you don't know what you're doing," he protested and tried to hold her back.

Rocking her hips, her breath came out in a harsh pant as his hips rose to meet hers. "I want you, both of you. I've wanted you since the day we met." The words were true and without her crushing self-doubt they were easy to say. "You're my men."

"Find a goddamn pull off," Asher said in a strangled voice. Changing tactics, he tried to hug her to his body to control her.

"Yes." She sighed against his chest. "Restrain me, make me yours."

His hands shook as Kent said from the front seat, "Exit coming up." He cleared his throat and added, "You're doing great, Asher. Hold on."

Instead of answering him, Asher ever so slightly shifted his cock against her and whispered in her ear, "What do you want, Princess?"

Her breath came out in a shudder. "I want to be spanked. I want you to hold me while Kent fucks me. I want you to tie me up, and I want you both to make me yours." Her most secret fantasies rolled off her tongue and straight to her pussy, which burned and throbbed.

Asher's big hand grabbed the short hair on her head in a punishing grip and tilted her head back. The pain arched through her and she hissed out, "Yes."

Surprise filled his eyes, quickly chased away by desire. Ever so slowly, he lowered his lips to hers, and she could have wept as he finally kissed her. Soft, sure, hungry, his kiss was everything she had imagined, everything she dreamed.

"Asher? Lalita?" Kent said from the front seat and the car swerved as he turned around. "Fuck."

Ignoring him, Asher deepened their kiss. His tongue stroked along hers and she moaned her need into his mouth. He tasted delicious, and when his hand tightened on her hair and held her still for his lips, she almost came on his lap. Strong and restless fingers gripped her ass and held her close while she rode him, the seam of her jeans rubbing over her clit.

Breaking their kiss, Asher leaned back. "You want to belong to us?"

She nodded, licking a long, wet line from his ear to the pulse of his neck. He tasted so good, masculine and salty. "I play with myself and think about you both. How I would take care of you, how I would do anything you wanted." Both of his hands were on her ass now, gripping her with almost bruising strength. "I come and scream your names into my pillow."

Screeching tires interrupted her, and Kent slammed the SUV into park and jumped out the front door.

Kent jerked their door open and Asher handed her to him, his fingers trailing over her ass as Kent lifted her out of the SUV and wrapped her legs around his waist. Muscles bunching beneath her hands, Kent held her easily and rubbed his cheek against her while whispering her name. A tree-lined one-lane road in the middle of nowhere stretched out behind him. The tick of the cooling engine sounded loud against the still of the night air.

"Our Princess wants to be dominated," Asher's voice purred from behind her. He pressed against her back and helped support her weight with his hands.

"Is that right?" Kent asked and softly brushed his lips over hers with a sigh of satisfaction.

Instead of answering him, she ran her hands through his hair and pulled him forward for a kiss. Need, hard and hot, rolled through her as he bit her lower lip and forced his tongue past her unresisting lips. Where Asher's kisses were soft and deep, Kent's kiss claimed her and worked her with a skill that left her breathless. Leaning back, Asher supported her as Kent seduced her mouth.

Kent broke their kiss and stared into her eyes. "Get the emergency blanket out of the trunk and meet me in the field." Her heart slammed in her chest as he carried her deeper off the road. The moon hung almost full overhead and the sky held a million stars this far from any major city. Long grass whispered against his legs as he held her close.

Slowly, he lowered her from his body. "Do you have any idea how much we've wanted you? The torture you've put us through?" Her breath caught in her throat as his strong hands gripped her breasts. "Your nipples have been driving me mad. I spend my days dreaming about what they would feel like in my mouth while you rode me."

The brush of his finger over the hard tips almost made her collapse. Pleasure, intense and overwhelming, lit her up. She kept staring at Kent, unable to believe he was really here and this was really happening.

Asher's smooth voice rolled out from behind her. "I think we need to punish our Princess for being such a tease."

Kent's smile was pure wickedness as he pinched her nipples. "I think we do."

"Hold her," Asher said in a deep voice and stalked toward them. He stood on the blanket before her and removed his shirt, black skin darker than the night and totally smooth. Dark nipples stood out from the perfect muscles of his chest, and she leaned forward to capture one in her mouth.

"Uh-uh," Kent said and held her back. She sagged against him and watched Asher. The throbbing between her legs bordered on pain now, and she shifted.

Gently, Asher kissed her and shoved his hands down the front of her shirt, tearing the neckline and lifting her breasts out. "Oh god, look at her nipples," Kent whispered from behind her, and Asher grinned.

Looking at her, he ran the tip of his tongue around her areola and avoided touching the nipple itself. She whimpered and tried to move her breast into his mouth. The feeling of his mouth would be amazing, and she craved it like air. Kent loosened his grip and cupped her right breast, squeezing the soft flesh. He held her breast still as Asher ran his teeth over her nipple, biting down hard and making her buck and scream.

"Shhhh," Kent said and ran his thumb over her breast where her flesh met Asher's mouth.

Fascinated, she watched Asher flick his tongue over the dark skin of her hard nipple and lick at Kent's finger. "Please, I need," she whispered, and gasped when Asher cupped her mound. He ignored her and continued to bite and suck on her nipples while his fingers rubbed against the slit of her jeans.

Kent released her so abruptly she almost fell. "Don't move."

She gripped her hands into fists as she resisted the urge run her hands over Asher's head. Kent said not to move, so she would obey him.

The sound of cloth hitting the ground made her turn her head to look, but Asher growled and grabbed the back of her neck in his hand. "He said don't move."

"Yes, sir." The words were whispered against his mouth as he leaned in to kiss her. Strong hands fiddled with the button of her jean shorts, and slid them down her legs. Asher kept her mouth locked to his, and she licked and sucked at the delicious softness of his full lips. The thought of his broad tongue working on her pussy had her eager to step out of her panties and shorts.

The cool night air licked over her exposed heat, and Kent drew in a deep breath behind her. "Lie down on the blanket, on your back," he ordered as his hands kneaded her ass.

Turning around, she stared at the flawlessness that was Kent's naked body. Starting at his shoulders, her eyes drank in every shadowy curve of hard muscle, following the dusting of hair down to his cock. Long, thick, it curved toward his belly button. His sac hung full and heavy between his legs and she wanted to lick it.

"On your back," Asher said, and she complied with his order.

"Arms over your head. Don't move them until we tell you." Kent helped Asher remove his shirt and stood behind him, whispering something into his ear that made Asher laugh in a deep chuckle.

Lifting her knees, she spread her legs and the laughter stopped. "That is a world-class pussy," Asher said with a low sigh.

Kent grinned at him, "I had the pleasure of that pussy last night, now it's your turn."

Both men stalked toward her and Asher stood before her, pulling off his pants and sliding them down his legs. Standing straight, he had a proud look on his face as she inspected him. Damn, he had every reason to be proud. Abs so cut he had an eight-pack, muscled thighs as big as her waist, and a thick cock that she couldn't wait to have inside of her. While Kent was longer, Asher had more girth.

Kent knelt next to her and drew her gaze away from Asher. Lips, soft and firm, trailed a path of kisses over her throat while his fingertips traced lightly over the responsive skin of her arms. Rough fingers parted her thighs, and she felt a warm breath on her pussy. Leaning up, she found herself captured by Asher's gaze as he hovered over her pussy and took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring.

"I've wanted this for a long time," he said before lowering his mouth to her. Kent groaned in agreement as his lips wrapped around the engorged tip of her breast and sucked.

"Oh god!" She shuddered against them and fought to keep her arms above her head.

"Make her scream," Kent said as he played with her breasts. Plumping them together, he sank his nails into her skin while flicking each of her nipples with the tip of his tongue.

Between her legs, Asher ate her pussy with experience and skill. Her heart beat harder as the unreality of the situation washed over her. Here, in the middle of a field at night, she was finally getting everything her heart wanted. The love she felt for her men mixed with the pleasure of their touch and she began to buck against Asher's face.