The Trouble With Bodyguards: Part 1 (7 page)

              Alex rested her head on the pillow, staring out the window at the blazing sunset, the sparse clouds illuminated with orange and red. She could hear the muffled voices of Rick and the officer that had been sent to the house. They had been talking at the kitchen table for hours, going over the whole situation. She had asked him if he would take care of it, as she was so freaked out from earlier that she just wanted to lay in here and clear her head, not think about it for a few hours. Rick had shown the officer the Polaroids, both from the photoshoot and the one from last night, with her in this very bed.              They had judged the angle of the picture, figuring that whoever had taken the photo had been on the fire escape outside her window, watching her sleep. She shivered at the thought, looking at the thin metal railing on the other side of the glass. The window had not been locked; it had been slightly open because she enjoyed the feel of the night air on her face as she slept. Not anymore. It would be locked tight from now on.

              She heard footsteps, heavy on the tile floor of the entryway, and the click of the front door being shut as the officer left. Her stomach dropped, fear that Rick had followed the officer downstairs, leaving her alone in the apartment, racing through her blood. Panting, her heart racing with panic, she listened with senses sharpened by fear for a sound, any sign that he was still here.

              The television went on in the living room, the volume turned low, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t wanted him here, had actually tried to throw him out on several occasions, but now that the threat was real, she was glad to know that he was there to protect her. She slid out from under the covers, pulling a soft robe around her and tying it tightly at the waist. She didn’t want to be alone, not right now.

              Stepping out of her room, she looked toward the living room and saw Rick turned toward her, concern in his eyes.

              “You okay?” he asked.

              “Not really,” she said, crossing the room and sitting down next to him on the couch. A sitcom was playing on the television, the characters going about their normal lives, a comical mishap throwing their lives into chaos for thirty minutes.

              “Officer O’Brady is going to take those photographs and have them fingerprinted,” he said, watching her instead of the television, judging her reaction, her mental state.

              “You think they’ll find anything?” she asked, pulling her legs up and folding them beneath her, wrapping her arms around herself for comfort.

              “I doubt it,” he said, shaking his head. “We’ve both touched them, probably countless times, and they were in your bag with the rest of your stuff. If they do find a print, then whoever the print belongs to would have to be in the system. It could turn up something, but I wouldn’t count on it.”

              “Oh,” she said, her voice small and weak. “What do we do now?”

              “We stay alert,” he said, “and we wait. Either the guy will do something stupid, which will make him easier to catch, or he’ll lose interest and go away.”

              Alex was silent, staring blankly at the TV. This could be her life, she thought, spending each day afraid that someone was watching her, or would hurt her, or worse. At least she had Rick here, to help her if she needed him.

              “I want to apologize,” she said, turning to him.

              “For what?” he asked.

              “For being such a bitch about all this.” She brushed her hair back from her face. “I really didn’t think this was as bad as my father was making it out. So a guy took some pictures of me, so what. I was in public, hundreds of people see me every day, walking down the street, doing a photoshoot. The necklace was a little weirder, but I just dismissed that too, as nothing.”

              “This new picture,” he said, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder, “freaked you out?”

              “I was asleep,” she said, tears welling in her eyes. “Totally helpless. He could have come in, done anything to me.”

              “He didn’t,” said Rick. “I was here. I wouldn’t have let him hurt you.”

              “Oh god,” she said, breaking out into tears. She leaned over, her head on his shoulder, and whimpered.

              Rick instinctually put his arms around her, pulling her to his chest, and held her as she wept. He smoothed her hair with his fingertips, attempting to calm her.

              “You’re okay,” he said softly, his lips pressed against her hair.

              She clung to him, relishing in the strength of his arms holding her tight against him, the warmth of his body close to hers. She felt safe; he would save her from the darkness. She lifted her head from his chest, lifting her face to his, and saw the warmth of his body reflected in his eyes.

              Her eyelashes were damp with tears, her cheeks reddened from her weeping, and Rick stared deeply into them. She was beautiful, even when upset. Without thinking, he leaned his head down, and gently pressed his lips to hers.

              She welcomed his kiss, her lips parting slightly, and put her arms around his neck, running her fingers deeply into his hair. Alex pulled, deepening the kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue, caressing his lips with her heated breath. She dove into him, her body starving for attention, the flames of desire welling up in her, reaching out for him.

              He groaned, pulling her body hard against his, kissed her passionately, tasting her. She reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it loose from the waistband of his jeans. He grabbed the shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor. Alex placed her palms against his chest, spreading her fingers against the warm, hard skin, enjoying the tickle of the sparse hair there against her hands. She pressed her lips to the hollow at his throat, running her tongue along his skin.

              His breath became ragged, his need as fierce as her own as she lightly nipped at the skin of his throat with her teeth. His skin broke out in gooseflesh, tingling with the sensation of pleasure and pain.

              She untied the belt of her robe, and he pushed it off her shoulders. She was wearing the same white tank as before, and her breasts hung freely beneath the thin fabric. Rick cupped one of them with his hand, squeezing it gently, and she sucked in a breath. He rubbed her nipple through the fabric, smiling at it puckered from his touch. He rolled the nipple between his fingers, pinching it lightly. Alex arched her back, forcing her breasts into his hand. The soft fabric of her top made her shiver with pleasure as it brushed across the sensitive skin of her nipples, now hard and tingling from his touch. Breathing roughly, Alex tugged the shirt over her head, exposing her breasts fully to him, and lay back on the sofa, offering her body to him.

              She lay before him in only her panties, displayed like a gift for him to unwrap, a meal for him to feast upon. He crawled over her, pulling her nipple into his mouth, suckling, swirling his tongue in slow circles, driving her to madness. Alex moaned, throwing her head back as she enjoyed the heat of his mouth upon her body. Rick flicked his tongue against her nipple, and then nipped at it with his teeth. She squealed, giggling naughtily as her pleasure mixed with a tinge of pain. She grabbed fistfuls of his thick, dark hair, pulling him up toward her mouth, kissing him passionately.

              He ground his hips into her, his desire evident in the bulge of his jeans, pressing hard against her body. He rubbed himself against her, the rough fabric of his jeans against her silken panties a pleasant friction between them. Alex spread her legs, opening herself to get closer to him, to feel his weight fully upon her. She wrapped her arms around him, her palms spread on his broad, muscular back, and pulled him closer to her, holding him tightly.

              Rick sat up and slid his arms beneath her, lifting her to him, and stood, scooping her up off the couch and carrying her toward her bed. His mouth never left hers, his kisses diving into her, devouring her as he took her to her bed. Kicking the door open, he tossed her onto the cover, and she squealed with delight. Alex was panting, her desire for him overwhelming. She reached for the buckle on his belt, wanting to feel his heated skin on hers, but he knocked her hand away, smiling wryly down at her.

              Kneeling on the edge of the bed between her feet, Rick slid his fingertips beneath the elastic of her panties, tugging at them gently while a playful smile crept across his face. Alex obliged, lifting her hips from the bed, allowing him to slip her panties down her thighs. She lifted her foot, kicking gently to toss them across the room.

              She lay before him, her skin pale in the light of the dying sun coming in from the window. He reached out, tenderly caressing the soft flesh of her inner thigh with the tips of his fingers. Alex writhed, her body aching to be touched, to be fondled. She reached for him, wanting him to come to her, to feel him inside her, but again he slapped her hand away, chuckling softly.

              Rick ran his fingertips up the inside of her thigh, pausing to ruffle the soft hair covering her sex, making her squirm with need before him. He dipped into her, finding her eager and ready, honey glistening in her sex. He cocked an eyebrow at her, smiling. He parted her slick lips with his fingertips, admiring the shining folds of her, the delicate, glistening skin of her most sensitive parts. He petted the soft, intimate skin, sliding his fingers gently along her, and Alex moaned and writhed at his touch.

              Leaning over, he kissed her there, tasting, suckling her, and she cried out with the pleasure of it. Alex twitched, squirmed and moaned as he made love to her with his mouth, devouring her, the heat of his mouth on her sex driving her to madness with desire.

              “Please,” she said, begging.

              He looked up at her, his lips shimmering with her need. “Are you begging, dear girl?”

              “Please,” she said again, panting beneath him as he continued to stroke her with his fingers.

              He stood, towering above her, and undid the buckle on his belt, letting it and his jeans clatter to the floor. His cock sprung free of its confines, reaching for her, his need as strong and demanding as her own.

              “Is this what you want?” he asked playfully, standing over her.

              “Get down here,” she said, laughing at him.

              She sat up, crawling on her hands and knees to him, and put her hands on his hips, pulling him to her. Gingerly, she kissed the head of his cock, smiling as he sucked in a ragged breath of air at her touch. She licked her lips, her small pink tongue making her lips tingle with excitement, and flicked the sensitive tip. Rick moaned, his body rigid with pleasure, and rubbed his strong hands on her back. Alex parted her lips, drawing the head of his cock into her mouth, and suckled at him, swirling her warm, wet tongue in slow circles. The heat radiated from him, warming her mouth as she pleasured him, his member glistening with saliva as she pulled him deeper into her mouth.

              Rick groaned, gritting his teeth as he threw his head back, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth upon him stoking the fires of his desire.              

              He fell atop her, kissing her fiercely, his body molding to hers. He parted her thighs with his knee, and guided the head of his cock to her, sliding himself deep inside with one violent thrust. Alex cried out, her body stretching around his girth, clinging to him, pulsing around him. He kissed her gently, his body heavy on hers, and held her in his arms as he slowly withdrew, enjoying the sensation of her sex pulling, as if it too were begging to have him stay inside.

              Alex moaned, her breathing ragged as he made love to her slowly, torturously. Her body rocked with his, meeting him with each thrust, taking him deep inside her. Her sex clung to him, pulsing around him, pleasure dripping from her as he thrust deeper into her, making her gasp as she felt him stirring inside her. He breathed heavy on her neck, taking small bites of her flesh, making her cry out. He ground his pelvis into hers, forcing his mouth down on hers, his passion powerful and violent.

              Sitting up, he lifted her to him, watching as his sex slid into her, the juices of her pleasure glistening on his cock in the light of the setting sun. She arched her back, lifting her body, opening herself to receive every pleasure that he could give her. Penetrating her deeply, Rick searched for her most sensitive place with his fingertip, finding the tiny kernel of pure bliss, and tickling it gently as he thrust deeply into her. Alex cried out, her body spasming with each flick of his finger, and she began to laugh from pure joy. He laid his palm on the flat plane of her stomach, sliding his hand up her ribcage, taking her breast and cupping it in the large palm of his hand. He kneaded it gently, tugging at her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her. Bolts of electricity shot through her from all angles as she writhed beneath him. She gasped, grasping at the sheet with her fists, and closed her eyes, letting herself be taken by the sensations of pleasure that he was giving her. Her body was on fire, the heat spreading through her from each tender stroke of his hands, each flick of his fingertips upon her skin. She was panting with need, desire racing through her blood.

              She sat up, reaching for him, wanting the weight of his body on hers once again. He fell on her, his mouth hot on her breasts, her neck, her lips. He thrust deeply into her again and again, driving her to the edge of insanity. The friction of their bodies became a heat at she reached to meet his every thrust, her body moving with his in unison. The heat spread through her belly, tensing and releasing with each breath. Their skin glistened with sweat, heat radiating from them as they ground their passion into each other's bodies.