Diva (Ironclad Bodyguards Book 2) (30 page)

“You like that, baby?” His rough voice turned her on as much as his cock pounding her from behind. “I own you right now. Your ass is mine.”

She was already adrenalized from playing her set, and excited from their reunion. Now the sensations became almost too much. He stroked her clit until her hips jerked, until she was almost there, and then he stopped and tugged at her nipples, setting off completely different explosions of pleasure. Her trapped hands curled into fists as he returned to teasing her clit.

All the while, he drove into her ass, stretching her, and yes, hurting her a little. It felt heavenly when he fucked her pussy, but when he was in her ass, it felt naughtier and more thrilling. It felt dangerous and primal and
oh, fuck, she was going to come
—

He stopped again and pinched her nipples. It felt so, so hot, but she wailed in frustration at her lost orgasm.

“Put your face in the damn pillow,” he said. “I’ll let you come when I’m ready.”

He smacked each of her thighs, a hard, sharp blow, and she wondered how it could feel both so bad and so good. “Don’t spank me,” she cried, but she really meant
Please spank me oh please spank me some more,
which he totally knew.

He gave her a few more smacks, hard enough to hurt, but not so hard that she forgot he was still in her ass. “Someday I’m going to take a belt to you,” he said, and she almost went off then, lost in fantasies of spankings and Ransom and belts.

But she managed to hold on to her control, and she didn’t come. She didn’t want this ecstasy to end, or maybe she was waiting for his permission to come. In every other sexual relationship she’d had, she’d called the shots from start to finish, but now, with Ransom, all of that went out the window, and it was a beautiful thing.

“Oh, please,” she said, not that he could hear her, since she’d finally obeyed him and buried her face in the pillow. Her fingers curled and uncurled as he toyed with her clit again. She tried to pull her hands away from his grasp but it was impossible. She was under his control, trapped under his powerful body, having her ass plundered by his powerful cock.

Later, when they lay in each other’s arms, she would touch and caress him, trace his lightning bolt tattoo and take her fill of his gorgeous, golden body, but for now he was in charge.
Nothing soft. Nothing sweet.
She pressed her clit against his fingers, seeking release. Her cries of ecstasy built to a near scream as he found the perfect spot and rubbed it over and over, teasing it just the right amount. Her ass gripped his cock as she bit the pillow. Her whole body trembled with the pleasure of stimulation and the pain of his cock surging deeper, deeper…

“Come now,” he said. “Come while I’m deep in your ass. Come, now. Come.” With each word, he drove into her with shudderingly firm thrusts. Her mind was too gone to obey, but her body responded, released from restriction. She ground against his fingers and contracted around him, her ass and pussy both pulsing, her whole body suffused by the intensity of her orgasm.

As for Ransom, his fingers closed around her wrists to the point of pain as he bucked against her in a stuttering rhythm. “Yes, God, yes,” she heard him utter under his breath. “Oh, God. Yes.”

That pretty much summed it up.
Oh, God. Yes. You’re meant to be with me. You’re meant to be inside me, Ransom, both my body and my heart.

He finally released her wrists and touched the bracelet he’d given her, the silver cuff she wore all the time now.
Love Yourself.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. His heart thumped against her back, pounding as fast as hers. They were both sweaty from erotic exertion.

“Again?” he whispered against her ear. “After we take a shower?”

That was the thing about dating ex porn stars. They had incredible stamina.

“Yes.” She turned to press herself against him. “Again and again and again.”

*

Lola woke to
nuzzles and kisses.
Ransom.
His dark hair filled her peripheral vision, along with his customary red tie.

“Why are you dressed?” She tugged at his collar. “I want more.”

The look in his eyes said he’d be perfectly willing to give her more. Then he broke the spell by looking at his watch. “No more. Not now. We have to get to the airport. No, don’t freak out,” he said as she pouted. “I managed to book a ticket on your flight. Caleb’s going to use it and let me sit next to you in first class.”

“He’s a champ.” She’d have to arrange some kind of bonus for Caleb when she told Ironclad she didn’t need him anymore. She wouldn’t need bodyguards very often now that she’d be going out with one.

“Are you really going to stay?” She sighed, snuggling into his warmth. “You said you’d stay as long as I wanted you to.”

“That’s true. I’ll stay as long as you need me.”

“That’s forever then, because I’ll need you forever.”

He snorted. “Says the girl who’s barely reached adulthood.”

She ignored his comment and sat up, trying to think how everything would work. “Will you move into my house? You can have your own room, so you’ll have a place to go if I really drive you crazy. There are plenty of rooms. I’ll buy any kind of food you want. You won’t have to do housework because I have a houseke—”

“Shh. Listen.” He pulled her back down into his arms. “I’ll stay as long as you need me, wherever you need me. Any more questions?”

“You’re really going to stay,” she said, and it wasn’t a question. She finally believed him. Those eyes never lied. “What changed your mind? Why did you come back?”

“Because I couldn’t not come back.” He looked down at their intertwined hands. “There are a lot of reasons you and I wouldn’t work out, but there are also a lot of reasons we should try. One of those reasons is that…” He paused long enough to press her palm to his lips. “One of those reasons is that I need you. I need your smile and your craziness. I need your mood swings and your beautiful, heartfelt songs.”

“And you need my ass.”

“That goes without saying.” He swept his arms in an arc, designating her entire body, then pulled her close again. “It’s all a package. I want it all.”

She’d gone a little teary during his recitation. She rested her cheek against his shoulder and cuddled into his chest. “I love everything about you too. When you’re not around, I don’t know what to do with myself. Now that you’re back…” Ugh, she didn’t want to cry. She wanted to look to their future together. “Now that you’re back, we can figure everything out. We’ll manage. I’ll—I’ll try not to be a dumb kid.”

“You were never a dumb kid.” He scratched her with his stubble to make her laugh. “I was just a know-it-all bodyguard who didn’t understand you. We’ll do better after this. Deal?”

She nodded. “Deal.”

“Because we’ve been through a lot together. Maybe we can settle down now and get to know each other, and build a life that’s not taking place in European hotel rooms and tour buses.”

“And maybe you can use your stern bodyguard skills to keep me steady,” she suggested. “You know, when I get a little too wild. Especially in bed.” She batted her eyes at him and caressed his cock through his pants.

He clamped a hand around her wrist and shook his head. “No. Pack your bags. Airport. Don’t tempt me. You have half an hour until we need to meet Caleb downstairs.”

That got her up and out of bed. While she showered, she thought back to the time she’d stared at his soap and shampoo in Hamburg. She’d wondered how the hell she was going to live with the guy. Now she didn’t want to live without him.

Now she wouldn’t have to live without him. She started singing, because shower stalls were great for acoustics. “
You say I’m worth the world, love/but when are you gonna see?
” She heard a deeper voice join her on the chorus, chiming in from the other room. “
You’re worth way more than the world to me.
”

Our Song

W
hen they got
to L.A., Ransom took Lola to his place so he could pick up a few things. He wasn’t in a rush to move everything to her house, but he imagined he’d do it soon. His apartment was a cheap sublet near the airport, just there for when he blew through the city. It was empty and it didn’t feel like home.

When he got to Lola’s and threw his things down in the middle of her wood-paneled living room, he felt like he was home. He kicked off his shoes in her foyer, then picked them up to inspect the damage from the festival grounds. “Not sure these can be salvaged.”

She frowned at the dust and grass stains. “I’ll buy you some new shoes.”

He gave her a look. She quickly backtracked.

“Nope, no. Not buying you any new shoes. Not paying for anything. You’ve got your own money. You’re not gonna be my cabana boy.”

“Do you even have a cabana?” he asked. “Is this the only house in Hollywood Hills without a pool?”

“I can have a pool put in if you wa—” Again, she bit her lip and backtracked. “Nope. No pool for you. You’re not here for my luxury lifestyle. You’re here because you love me, and because I love you.”

Ransom threw the shoes down and kissed her. No more sex for money or money for sex. No more porn star shame, although…

He drew away from her. “They’re going to find out about my past, you know. Do we have a plan?”

Lola turned and went to sit on the couch. At first he thought he’d pissed her off, but then he realized she was thinking it over, twirling a blonde strand of hair and brushing it against her lips.

“Do we really need a plan?” she asked after a moment. “It happened. Why not just own it? Be open about it?”

“How open? Are you comfortable with your fans knowing what my cock looks like?”

She grinned at him. “It’s an impressive cock. I mean, the lightning bolt and everything.” She beckoned him to sit beside her.

He slouched back on the cushions and rubbed his eyes. “The thing is, I don’t want you to have to make excuses for me, or field questions about my dick tattoo during interviews that ought to be about you and your music.”

“I’ll never get tired of talking about your cock. Believe me.”

She thought this was funny. He didn’t. He frowned at the floor, wondering why his twenty-year-old self ever thought it was a smart idea to fuck on film. Lola crawled into his lap and lifted his chin, and looked into his eyes. Understanding dawned in her expression.

“You’ll feel exposed, won’t you?”

“Yeah, a little.”

“And it’ll be my fault, because I’m the famous one. Shit.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “I have to be with you. If exposure is the price, it’s worth it. As long as you don’t mind…”

“I do mind. I mind if you’re unhappy, or embarrassed.” She sat up straighter, her brow wrinkled in thought. “What if we… What if we changed the conversation? Flipped it on its head?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’d have to talk to my PR people, because they know how to do this kind of shit, but we’d flip the topic, you know? If and when your past is uncovered, you could deflect the conversation from Rico Rockhard to the problems you saw in the porn industry. Instead of your lightning bolt, you could talk about your friend who struggled with depression and drug addiction, and your decision to leave the business. You could steer the discussion from your porn past to your search for a healthier, better life. Maybe it will help someone else change their life. You changed my life, right?”

She got out her phone without waiting for him to answer, and started composing an email to her public relations agent. He sat beside her and thought about her words.
You changed my life.
With Lola’s scope of influence, he could change other lives too. He could educate at-risk teens and young adults about the predatory aspects of the porn industry. He could enlighten young women who might fall prey to sketchy producers.

You’d approve of that, Rayna,
he thought.
If I can help even one person like you…
He looked at Lola, intently composing her email. If she accepted him as an ex porn star, the rest of the world could too.

As she typed, his phone rang. He looked down at the caller. “It’s my boss from Ironclad.”

She stopped typing and looked at him. “The festival yesterday… We were kissing onstage.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’s seen it by now.” Ransom managed a courageous smile. “What’s he going to do, fire me?” He took the call, greeted his former employer, and spoke before Liam could chew him out.

“I’m sorry about my conduct on the Reynolds job. I’m sorry if my relationship with Lola reflects badly on the company going forward. I enjoyed working with Ironclad—”

“Ransom.”

“It was never my intention to do anything that might hurt Lola or jeopardize her safety under my protection—”

“Dude, shut up for a minute. I got your letter of resignation. I’m not happy about it.”

Ransom closed his mouth and rubbed his chin. Lola watched him, her fingers around her throat in fake death throes.

“Are you with Lola now?” Liam asked.

“Yes. And I plan to be, for the foreseeable future.”

“Yeah, no one could ‘foresee’ that.” The sarcasm was gentle, if blunt. “Listen, I suspected something was going on. I chose to let it ride because I sensed caring, not exploitation. I would have questioned you about your relationship with her eventually, but I wouldn’t have fired you. Not if you were in love.”