Chasing The Bodyguard: An Irish Mob Action Adventure Road Trip Romance

by Grace Risata

  “Fuck yeah,” he murmured, reaching out to touch my hand with one of his.

  “Keep both your hands behind your head,” I commanded in one of my best ‘do not piss me off or you’ll regret it’ tones of voice. “Otherwise this will be over before it starts.”

  “This might be over pretty quick anyway, hot stuff. I drank a lot and I could probably pass out at any moment. Fair warning.”

  I raised an eyebrow. No way in hell was I letting this opportunity go to waste.

  With lightning speed, I tugged his pants off and found myself face to crotch with a very erect penis. Due to the fact that Sam wore white briefs and was rock hard, there was literally nothing left to my imagination.

  “Wow,” I muttered breathlessly.

  “I’m big,” he confessed, as if I didn’t already know that.

  “I can handle it,” I reassured him with a confidence I didn’t fully possess. The odds were fifty-fifty that this would either go remarkably well or fail miserably. I’ll leave it up to fate to decide.

  Gently massaging his cock through the underwear, I began to build anticipation while teasing him with some dirty talk.

  “What should I do next, Sam?” I murmured seductively. “I don’t know if I can fit this into my mouth. It’s just…so…so…gigantic.”

  Men loved to have their egos stroked almost as much as they liked their cocks stroked.

  “You don’t have to—”

  “Have you ever known me to back away from a challenge? Lean back, close your eyes, and let me get to work.”

  “No.”

  “What?” No one tells me ‘no’ and gets away with it.

  “I’m not closing my eyes. I want to watch you deep throat me.”

  Alrighty then.

  Pushing his briefs down for maximum access, I broke into a huge smile at the sight of Sam’s package. Long, thick, and neatly trimmed. Just like I like them.

  Leaning closer, I took a lick from base to tip, as though sampling a popsicle before I sucked on the entire thing. Sam grunted and his whole body stiffened in response. I took that as a sign to keep going. Hell, nothing was going to stop me now. Making sure my ponytail was secure lest any stray hairs get in my mouth and ruin the show, I was all set to give the blow job of a lifetime.

  My hands were in position around the base of his cock, one taking a field trip to play with his balls every once in a while, and my mouth was right where it needed to be.

  Sucking, licking, humming, teasing, and lapping away like a woman possessed, I claimed every inch of the man. My goal was to have Sam burning with a desire that only I could quench. Make him forget every other little bitch that had come before me, especially Betty Jo, and worship at my feet.

  His cock came to life in appreciation of my effort, pulsing and twitching when I made a move he liked. I was like some super computer desperate to learn the ways of the world, making adjustments at light speed in order to adapt. If I did something to earn a good reaction, I did it twice more…faster and harder.

  Completely transfixed on nothing but my mouth and his dick, I worked my bodyguard like a fucking pro. Curling my tongue, cupping his balls, sliding his rigid shaft in and out with a precise rhythm, I was on fire.

  Once I found a pace that seemed almost comfortable, I added in a few bold moves such as finger play near his ass cheeks. This coaxed a primal moan from someplace deep within his chest.

  It was only a matter of moments before Sam’s whole body began to tremble and I knew a release was imminent.

  “Holy fuck,” he yelled, “you’re gonna make me come!”

  Sure enough, two seconds later his cock jerked and liquid happiness shot out of him in plentiful supply. I had no choice but to swallow it all or drown in the stuff. Gulping down his load with a smile of satisfaction, I congratulated myself on a job well done.

  Adding to my pleasure? There was no doubt that the entire house heard his shouts of ecstasy. Take that, Katherine. All your efforts to run me off didn’t do shit. In fact, they might have brought me even closer to Sam.

  Grabbing a bottle of water, I snuck off to the bathroom to rinse and spit. Yes, it was risky leaving the safety of the bedroom and chancing a run-in with a disgruntled mother-in-law, but well worth it. No way was I leaving this taste in my mouth. I am somewhat civilized.

  After successfully brushing my teeth, I returned to the bedroom. I’m not sure what I expected to find. Possibly Sam leaning back on his pillow with a rosy glow of joy. Maybe even a willing participant eager to return the favor. Of course I would allow that and break the ‘no touching your boss rule.’ Especially if I tied up his hands and made him only use his mouth. That would be thrilling.

  In reality, nothing remotely kinky awaited me. Instead, Sam was fast asleep and snoring rather loudly.

  With a sigh of disappointment, I threw on some pajamas and managed to cover us with a blanket. Snuggling up against my bodyguard and deeply inhaling his masculine scent, I sent up a silent prayer of appreciation. This moment was better than anything I’ve experienced in a long, long time.

  Unfortunately, I knew Sam liked to keep his distance and try to act professional whenever he was around me. Now that things have absolutely crossed a line, how is he going to behave tomorrow?

  I have my suspicions it won’t be pretty. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he has one hell of a meltdown in the morning.

  I do love a challenge…

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Sam

  Waking up slightly groggy with a horrible case of cotton mouth, I rubbed a hand over my face to sort myself out.

  What the hell happened last night?

  Brief flashes of memory began to come back in a dizzying display of recognition.

  Betty Jo basically threw herself at me right in front of her comatose husband. I kissed Leandra in the hallway. I calmly explained that nothing was going to happen between us. I had a couple beers, punched a few assholes, and received the most mind-blowing oral sex of my entire fucking life.

  Shit.

  How I wished I was one of those idiots who got so drunk they blacked out and didn’t remember entire portions of their night.

  Nope.

  Not me.

  I remembered every fucking second of it, from the intense rage I got after seeing that jackass try and grab Lee to the phenomenal feel of her hot mouth wrapped around my cock.

  Fuck.

  There’s no going back from that. You can’t have your boss suck your dick and then politely smile at her the next day and say, “Boy, it sure is hot out today, isn’t it?” How do I go from coming in her mouth to basic small talk and pleasantries?

  That’s fucking impossible!

  What the hell am I going to do? Why was I so weak? Had I been in my right mind, I never would have allowed things to go that far.

  Would I?

  Maybe everything has been leading up to that moment for the last six months. It was only a matter of time before I caved in to the urges I’d been long denying. Leandra was so beautiful and intelligent and fierce. Maybe it was easier back in New York because I only saw the ruthless side of her. Now that we were far away from all that, I finally let my guard down and realized her true magnificence. The woman was a fucking dynamo. So protective, so loyal, and so good with her mouth.

  No.

  I can’t think with my cock or with my heart. That will end in misery. I have to think with my brain.

  I need this job. The only way to make the kind of money I’m making now is to keep working for Leandra. I can’t jeopardize my professional relationship with her. As soon as my boss gets what she wants, she’ll be on to the next guy and I’ll be kicked to the curb. Just like Shorty. She even said it herself. Leandra doesn’t want a commitment. She’s a business woman running an empire. The headstrong independent whirlwind does not want to get hitched and end up as someone’s docile wife. Being tied down won’t make her happy. I can’t make her happy. All I can do is try to keep my nose clean, do my job protectin
g her, and earn as much money as possible. I’ll kill myself trying to save every penny no matter how miserable I become, pay off the medical debt and mortgage, and then just disappear where no one can ever find me.

  Not even Leandra.

  Fuck.

  I rolled over in bed, instantly snapping out of my pity party, and realized I was all alone.

  Where the hell was my fake wife?

  Sitting up and gazing around the room for any clues, my eyes fixed upon a large folded sheet of paper at the foot of the bed.

  ‘Thanks for last night. You were amazing.’

  Shit.

  There was no signature, but it did have a cartoon heart with an arrow drawn through it. At least she didn’t write ‘love Leandra’ or any cheesy crap like that. I swear I would have jumped out the damn window.

  But…where is she now?

  Slipping on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, I found myself running down the stairs two at a time. I don’t know what my parents might have heard last night, but I intended to do damage control sooner rather than later. After the way my mom thought she could threaten Lee, we were way past due for a serious conversation about respect, trust, and boundaries. Namely, I was to be trusted, respected, and not have anyone trying to cause trouble behind my back.

  Once I hit the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks.

  “Sit down,” my father growled, pointing at the empty chair across from him and my mom. “It’s time for a candid discussion about your behavior, Samuel.”

  Not content to sit along the sidelines, my mother chimed in.

  “You will keep quiet and listen to everything we have to say without argument. Your recent actions are nothing short of appalling and have brought deep shame to this entire family.”

  My father sat stoically in his wheelchair while my mom held his hand in a show of unity. This was the most I’d seen them get along and agree on something in quite a while. I felt rage simmer beneath my surface, threatening to boil over, but I held it in check. It might be wise to let this play out and hear what they have to say.

  “Ever since you rolled into town, it’s like you’re a different person,” my father complained, scowling. “I’ve raised my children to be hard-working, God fearing Christians that respect their elders and value family above all else.”

  “We figured you left to sow your wild oats when you went to Alaska,” my mom added, as though they were taking turns tag-teaming with their lecture. “We always assumed you would come home, marry a nice young lady, and work the farm…just like the many generations before you, Sam. This isn’t just dirt and crops. This is your legacy. I don’t understand why you’re throwing it all away for her.”

  “Frankly son, we’re extremely disappointed,” my father admitted with a slow shake of his head. “After my accident, we were forced to rely on you to step up and be a man. Yet did you stay and take care of your family? No. You ran off to God knows where at the first opportunity, never even saying goodbye, never checking in to see how we were managing, and not caring one damn bit about those you left behind. Your sister cried every single night overcome with grief and worry.”

  That hit me hard. I knew Chrissie would be upset, but I couldn’t tell her I was leaving or she would try to talk me out of it.

  “I—”

  “Did I say we were done?” my mother grumbled in disgust, gearing up to spew even more venom in my direction. “As if we weren’t shocked enough by your sudden departure, you have the nerve to show up out of the blue and return with some immoral, piece of trash as your new wife?”

  I opened my mouth to protest, but she was having none of it.

  “I have no idea where I went wrong as a mother, but I’ve failed completely if you think that is the kind of woman that anyone wants her son to marry. She’s sassy, ungrateful, arrogant, rude, and dresses like a prostitute. Clearly your brain was clouded by the fast paced lifestyle of whatever place you ended up, not to mention hypnotized by the lure of that woman’s wicked and corrupt sexual deviations. We heard you last night and it was one of the most unpleasant situations I’ve ever been faced with. Never have I had such shame and embarrassment over one of my children. It’s all I can do to look you in the eyes right now.”

  She hung her head and my father took over where she left off.

  “The fact that you would behave so poorly and despicably under my own roof, is absolutely irreprehensible, Samuel. However, you are our sole remaining son and rightful heir to this land. I don’t want to have to sell everything to your cousin Todd, but I will do exactly that if things don’t take a drastic turn. Beginning immediately, you are to explain everything to that woman, break it off, annul the marriage, and send her back where she came from. Somehow, we will find it in our hearts to forgive you, but trust won’t be earned overnight. It will take a lot of hard work and apologizing on your end, and then maybe things can go back to the way they’re meant to be. Your mother will find you a decent wife, and you can live the life you were intended to…working the land and making an honest living.”

  My mother nodded her head in approval of this plan and said, “Now that everything is all settled, we can---”

  “Do I get a chance to speak?” I asked, hands shaking with bottled up anger, barely controlling myself not to erupt, all self-control completely gone at this point.

  “I suggest you start by using your voice to call Todd and apologize for the fist-fight you caused last night. His mother was beside herself with concern over the violence among family members. He got pretty banged up!”

  “No broken bones?” I questioned.

  “I don’t believe so.”

  “That’s a shame. I must be losing my touch.”

  My father’s eyes grew wide and my mother stood up and clutched her chest in alarm.

  “Sit down,” I demanded. “I’ve put up with your accusations and general lack of appreciation for anything done to help out around here, and now it’s my turn to talk. I have no desire to be a farmer my whole life. Do you realize how much stress it puts on a child when their future is planned out the day they’re born? What if I wanted to be a doctor, a lawyer, or an astronaut? I have no say in the matter! Nothing is wrong with growing crops, being out in nature, and living off the land. But it’s not my dream. Just because one of my great grandfathers purchased farm acreage a hundred years ago doesn’t mean I should be forced to follow in his footsteps. All I ever wanted was the freedom to choose my own destiny. But was I allowed to? Hell no!”

  I paused to take a breath and my mom held up a hand for me to stop.

  “No,” I insisted. “You got to have your chance, now it’s mine. I’m a grown man. I’m allowed to go where I want, do what I want, and marry who I want. The only reason I left Kansas was out of desperation to make some fast money in order to pay off dad’s medical debt and the mounting mortgage payments. I’m not an idiot. I know his medicals bills were staggering and we got behind with the payments to the bank, too. All I wanted was a chance to chip away the debt. There was no way in hell I was going to do it by working myself to the bone and farming the land. I took another way out. Have you even been paying attention to the bank statements?”

  My father looked away and my mom began to stutter.

  “At…At first we thought it was some kind of mistake…”

  “It wasn’t a bank error and it sure as hell wasn’t Santa Claus. Who the fuck did you think it was?”

  “We knew it was you!” my father bellowed. “Watch your language!”

  “No, I will not. If you knew it was me, then why are you being so selfish right now? I don’t expect a ‘thank you’ or any bowing down and kissing my feet, but some small show of gratitude would have been nice. A hug, a kind word, a warm welcome home. Did I get any of that? No! I got lectured over my lifestyle choices, my wife, and my aversion to toiling away for the rest of my days by working the fields like a slave for you people. Guess what? I’m tired!”

  “Samuel---” my mother began, most likely shocked by
my sudden disobedience.

  “No. You will listen. I’m tired of doing what’s expected of me. I’m tired of letting other people make decisions for me and going along with whatever they think is best. I’m done being a doormat. I’m taking control of my life. If you want to sell the farm to Todd, go right ahead. I don’t care anymore. You’re not guilting me into living the life you want. Starting now, no one tells me what to do. I’m my own boss. I will marry who I want, live where I want, and do what I want. You’ve already lost one son due to your stubbornness. Don’t lose another one.”

  I got up and walked out of the room without bothering to wait for their reaction. As far as I was concerned, I’d said my peace and there was nothing more that could be done.

  It felt good to get a decade of pent up frustration off my chest. Floating along through the backyard, I had nary a care in the world. I was flying high on life after unburdening so much pain and resentment. The world was my fucking oyster.

  Then I laid eyes upon Leandra and Chrissie picking vegetables in the garden and everything crashed in on me again.

  Once my boss saw me, she broke into a devilish grin and waved me over.

  Shit.

  Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Leandra

  I heard a door slam loudly and looked toward the house to find Sam charging outside like a wild horse stampeding to freedom. Maybe he was coming to claim his fake wife, immensely impressed after my oral performance last night.

  Or maybe his face was ghostly pale and projectile vomit was about to spew forth. Did he really drink that much to still be hung over the next morning?

  “Something is very, very wrong,” Chrissie mumbled, putting her cucumber in the basket and literally standing up in order to hide behind me.

  “Are you okay?” I asked with concern as Sam approached us with an unreadable expression.

  “No. I’m so far away from ‘okay,’ that I can’t even begin to fathom it,” he responded, holding up a hand and ticking off reasons for his bad attitude. “Last night I got drunk and made choices that I regret today. My parents just had a lovely sit-down in the kitchen and told me fifty-two different reasons why I’m a worthless pile of garbage. I don’t belong anywhere. I’m hungry. I have one hell of a headache. Basically, I’m a prisoner in my own life and everything has gone to shit. Do you know what I intend to do about it?”