Protect Me

by Avery Katz

  “Fuck.” I turned around and searched my room for something to pick the lock with. I found a notepad on the coffee table with a paper clip inside. I was an expert at unlocking doors using all sorts of items, thanks to my sister. She used to lock me out of my room as punishment for going through her things. It took me less than thirty seconds to pick the lock.

  I quickly entered the suite only to find that Ruppy was gone. Alarm bells started going off inside my head. The entire suite looked spick and span so I assumed that he had left of his own free will. Nothing appeared to be out of place, not even the towels in the bathroom. Housekeeping must have cleaned his suite while he was gone.

  “Fuck.” I rubbed my temples and went back to my room to fetch my phone. I was irritated and clueless about his whereabouts. He could have easily been swept away by the tsunami of crazy fans camped outside the hotel. I huffed and dialed his number. “You’d better pick up. Come on. Pick up.”

  I heard his familiar ringtone coming from inside his bedroom, which was definitely not a good sign. He fucking left his phone on the bedside table. Who the fuck does that? My hair was about to turn grey thanks to Ruppy and his vanishing act.

  I paced the room like a caged animal and tried not to freak out. I didn’t take two courses in crisis management, so I would panic at the slightest mishap. No sir. Chad was going to kill me if he found out that I lost track of my client on my second day on the job.

  I was just about to go down to the lobby and ask management to show me their security camera footage when my phone rang. I crossed my fingers and glanced at the blinking screen. It was none other than my best friend Alex. His timing was horrible as usual. I hit the green button and asked him what he wanted straight away.

  “Well, hello to you too. Jeez. Lighten up. A little birdy told me that you were hired as a bodyguard for royalty, and not just any royalty. I heard through the grapevine that you were hired to protect Prince Rupert Lockridge. So, is it true?”

  I groaned and sat down on the couch. Alex was a crisis manager whose job centered around dealing with scandals, especially celebrity scandals. He had plenty of eyes and ears around the city.

  “Maybe not for long. I’m probably going to kiss this job goodbye once Chad finds out that I lost our prince.”

  “What? How the hell did that happen?”

  I was speechless for a few seconds. Alex knew me well enough to guess what had transpired between us. I could almost feel him reading my mind through the phone. It was creepy as fuck.

  “Jesus Christ! You fucked him, didn’t you.”

  “No?” My answer sounded more like a question. I sounded unconvincing. Hell, even my ears called me a fucking liar. Alex laughed and laughed until I snapped at him and told him to shut up. “This is so not funny. I don’t even know where to look for the guy. He could be anywhere.”

  “Dude, calm down.”

  Ruppy suddenly entered the room, making me hang up on Alex without even saying goodbye. I had bigger fish to fry at the moment.

  “Where the hell were you?”

  He simply shrugged and took off his hat and sunglasses.

  “I went for a walk is all.” He coolly, and calmly replied. I was about to pop a vein out of concern for him.

  “A walk does not take that long. Trust me. I did the math. You’ve been gone for two hours.”

  He folded his arms across his chest.

  “I ran into some people who recognized me and stopped to have a chat with them. I took a couple of pictures and signed a few autographs. It happens. I honestly didn’t think anyone would recognize me. Not in this terrible getup.”

  I looked at him incredulously and almost popped another vein in my forehead.

  “A baseball cap and sunglasses is not a fucking disguise. It’s a recipe for disaster. Don’t do something foolish like that again. This is San Francisco, Prince Rupert, not Raplen. You can easily get kidnapped in broad daylight. Bad shit happens to good people all the time you know.”

  “Okay. Calm your tits. You sound just like my father.”

  I rolled my eyes and marched over to him.

  “Let me make something clear. This is not Chasing Liberty where you get to be Mandy Moore and run away from the secret service. No sir. This is me we’re talking about, and if you don’t abide by my rules, then I won’t be watching you anymore.”

  Instead of pouting like a baby and running away, he relaxed and deflated, which puzzled the hell out of me. I was used to putting up with immature clients who got angry and took things personally when I spoke to them like that. Ruppy just grinned and yanked me towards him. He surprised me with a kiss that transported me back to last night. I could feel my cock throbbing inside my tight jeans. The frustrating prince pulled back and stroked my cheek with his soft hand.

  “You look sexy when you’re mad.” He said, holding me captive with his ocean blue eyes. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Care to join me?”

  I swallowed and tried not to think with my dick.

  “You know I can’t. Last night was a mistake.”

  “Okay. Suit yourself.” He tossed me a saucy wink over his shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom. Fucking hell. I stood there like a doofus, unsure of what to do. My body was saying, let’s go but my heart was saying no. I was a genie in a bottle.

  Thank you, Christina Aguilera. I sighed in frustration and ran my fingers through my hair. Shit. What did I get myself into? I quickly grabbed my phone and called Alex. He picked up on the first ring. “Talk me out of it.” I told him with my fingers crossed behind my back.

  “Out of what exactly?”

  “I’m about to act unprofessional and join my client in the shower.”

  “Ah. So your prince came back.”

  “Yep. He did.”

  My best friend chuckled instead of telling me to do the right thing. He fucking laughed and told me to enjoy the ride as if I was going to the amusement park.

  “Fuck you, Herrman.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  I hung up and reached for my shirt.

  Chapter 11

  RUPPY

  I took off my clothes and stepped under the warm shower jets. Justin looked adorable when he was angry. His cheeks turned raspberry red, accentuating the freckles on his face. I never meant to stray far from the hotel, but I needed to clear my head. The weather was just the right combination of spring breeze and warm sunshine. It was a crime not to go out and enjoy it.

  Justin, however, was right about my disguise. After attending last night’s charity gala, my fans knew exactly where to find me. My baseball hat was apparently a dead giveaway.

  I wondered if Justin was still mad at me. I did leave him with an offer that was hard to refuse. I saw the conflict in his green eyes right before I entered the bathroom. He still wanted me even after calling last night a mistake.

  I closed my eyes and washed my hair. The rainfall high pressure shower head was made for me. Justin was right about one more thing. San Francisco was home to a ridiculous number of staircases. I did my morning workout routine while climbing the stairs nearest to the hotel. It was decorated with a rainbow mosaic and was steep enough to give my glutes a run for their money.

  “Knock. Knock.” I heard someone tap on the glass. My blond and beefy bodyguard stood naked right behind the glass door. Seeing his muscled torso in the daylight for a change made my mouth water. He looked good enough to eat.

  “Come in.” I stepped backward and watched him climb in next to me. The shower stall was wide enough to fit three more people. Sunlight filtered in through the window, making his hair look like it was made out of delicate golden threads. He looked like a Roman gladiator, minus the tunic of course.

  “You’ve been a very bad boy.” He said, stalking towards me like a tiger. “I guess your whole Mr. Goody two-shoes act is just for the public, huh?”

  “Yes. Like they say, I’m a prince on the streets but a freak among the sheets.”

  He backed me up against the
wet tiles and trapped me there with his arms. I knew I was playing with fire, but there was this part of me that wanted to have fun while I still could. Justin leaned forward and kissed me. His lips were soft and juicy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. He tasted like strong coffee and maple syrup. I could hear my inner voice telling me to stop playing with fire. I was torn between my duty as Crown Prince and my own needs and desires.

  Justin cupped my jaw and parted my lips with his tongue. I moaned into his mouth and forgot all about my duties for the time being. He pressed the length of his body against mine and showed me just how hard he was. I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He grabbed my ass cheeks and kneaded the flesh while his tongue did wicked things to my mouth. I could barely breathe when he finally pulled back to lick and kiss my collarbone.

  “Fuck. You taste like royal honey.”

  I smiled and moaned at the same time. His cock had hardened in my palm. It amazed me just how fast his body reacted to mine and vice versa. Justin pulled me under the shower head and threaded his fingers through my hair. His touch was firm yet gentle. I stroked his cock and closed my eyes, enjoying the way his wet skin rubbed against mine.

  We stood there under the rain-like spray for what felt like hours. I traced his muscles with my fingertips and explored every inch of his back. He kissed and nibbled on my ear while I moved my hands faster up and down his shaft. Giving him pleasure was my favorite pastime.

  “Justin. Turn around. Please.”

  He groaned but did what he was told. I washed his back with soap and massaged his tense shoulders. He pressed his palms flat against the tiles and surrendered to my touch.

  “Fuck. That feels so good.” He moaned. I smiled and used my fingers to tease his puckered hole. He arched his back and started stroking his cock. His arm moved fast while I ravished his muscular ass with kisses. “Shit. I need to be inside you.”

  He suddenly turned around and grabbed me by the shoulders. The hungry look in his eyes told me he was about to drill me into the turquoise tiles. My cock throbbed in anticipation. He spun me around to face the wall and teased my tight pucker with his fingers. I closed my eyes and dug my teeth into my lower lip.

  “This is what you get for seducing me today.” He spanked my ass a couple of times, which was a new experience for me, and then he knelt down, spread my cheeks apart and rimmed me with the tip of his tongue. I struggled to remain upright, especially when Justin was working his magic on my body. Pleasure coursed through every vein when he fucked me with his fingers. They rubbed against my prostate on the upstroke.

  “Yes! Right there.”

  He repeated the same motion until my spine tingled and my toes curled.

  “Are you ready to be fucked six ways from Sunday?” He whispered.

  I had no idea what he meant, but I loved hearing his husky voice in my ear. He entered me slowly while I lavished my cock with attention. The dual sensation of his cock and my fingers almost made me cum on the spot. I held off my orgasm and focused on Justin and his heavy breathing. He tightened his grip on my waist and slid all the way in.

  “Fuck.” He hissed, pressing down on my back until I was bent at a forty-five-degree angle. He slid into me deeper than before. “I’m balls deep inside you, baby. Can you feel it?”

  “Yes.” I clawed at the tiles and felt my muscles hugging his throbbing shaft. It was pure bliss. Steam rose all around us, fogging up the glass and turning the stall into a rainforest.

  Justin rocked in and out of me at a leisurely pace. His hands traveled up and down my back, squeezing and kneading my flushed skin. I moaned uncontrollably and squeezed my swollen shaft.

  Justin leaned over me and kissed my neck. He suddenly pulled out of me and urged me to fuck him.

  “Your cock is so fat and thick like a juicy steak. I want you in me, stretching me with your monster cock. I want it to hurt so good.”

  I kissed him hard on the lips before spinning him around to face the tiles. I used my precum to get him ready for me. He glanced over his shoulder and urged me to fuck his brains out. I was more than happy to oblige him. This was pure animalistic sex, nothing more. I pushed past the tight ring of muscle and almost came from the maddening sensation. I could feel his muscles swallowing me with every inward stroke. I closed my eyes and entered him slowly.

  “Faster. Fuck me like the stud you are.”

  My balls brushed against his ass. He groaned and pushed his hips back to meet mine on the upstroke. My thighs collided with his buttocks with a wet, resounding smack. It was dirty and hot at the same time. I moved my hips in a circle, making a corkscrew motion inside him. He moaned and asked me to do it again. The sounds coming out of his lips drove me crazy with lust. I pushed harder and faster into him and felt the pressure building inside my balls. My orgasm was so close. Justin spurred me on, reaching backward to squeeze my flexing ass cheeks.

  “Come on. Give it to me.” He moaned. “You know you want to.”

  My orgasm crashed into me, causing me to shudder violently and come inside him. I was lost in a cloud of steam and ecstasy, unable to form one coherent word. I heard Justin call out my name. His voice sounded far away, even though we were still connected.

  “Fuck me.” He groaned.

  My flaccid cock slipped out of him as I slowly recovered from my intense orgasm.

  “I just did.”

  He turned around and gave me a mind-numbing kiss that turned my brain into mush. I could feel his hard cock rub against my belly while he kissed me. His stamina really was incredible. He broke the kiss and sat down on the marble bench in the corner. I stepped through the thick stream and followed him to the bench. He beckoned me over with his cock. I licked my lips and straddled his lap. His eyes were dark with lust, and his curtain of silky blond hair was matted to his forehead.

  “Ride me.”

  He grabbed my hips and guided his cock to my entrance. I was already stretched open and ready for him. His smooth, hairless chest rubbed against mine while he slowly impaled me on his swollen member. I held onto his shoulders and closed my eyes. He slid into me deeper than before. The sensation was truly overwhelming.

  “Shit. Justin!”

  He kissed me and twisted his tongue around mine. I curled my fingers in his hair and moaned into his mouth. I moved my hips up and down, taking him deeper with every downward stroke. He pulled back and groaned sexily. I loved watching him lose control like that. He arched his back and watched me ride him with abandon. I loved watching his face when we had sex. He scrunched up his nose and urged me to pick up my pace. He then smoothed his hands over my wet chest and kissed my nipples.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Yeah. Just like that.”

  He came with a loud grunt and pumped me full of cum. It was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. The blissful expression on his face was so worth it. I kissed his neck and inhaled his sweaty, musky scent. Sex between us was electric, but it was just sex. Full stop.

  “Holy fuck. That was something else.”

  Chapter 12

  RUPPY

  The San Francisco Morning Show was very popular on the West Coast. The studio was bustling with crew members and production staff when we got there. It was almost eight in the morning, so I was high on excitement but low on caffeine. I loved doing interviews, unlike cousin Tommy who once tackled an art critic to the ground and called him an asshole for criticizing his paintings.

  I was greeted by the host who gushed about Raplen and undressed me with her eyes. She was a tall woman with strawberry blonde hair and a pretty face which was buried under layers of makeup and contouring. I could hardly tell if her high cheekbones were real or fake.

  We were interrupted by one of the production assistants who escorted us to the green room. Justin followed me like my own shadow. I sat down in front of the well-lit mirror and greeted the makeup artist. She placed her kit on the dressing table and complimented my complexion. Justin rolled his eyes and watched her apply a small a
mount of concealer and foundation to my face.

  Moments later, the hairstylist showed up and asked if he could take a selfie with me. He brushed my hair and did his magic to make it look camera-ready. I was still low on caffeine, so I politely asked one of the assistants to fetch me a cup of coffee. There was a television in the room broadcasting the food segment. The chef was making some kind of waffle-omelet hybrid. It looked interesting, to say the least.

  One of the junior producers showed up and filled me in on the schedule. He bowed and curtsied until I asked him to stop. He blushed and informed me that my interview was in ten minutes. That was when I caught my lovely bodyguard staring at me in the mirror with amusement in his eyes. He suddenly stepped forward and told everyone to clear the room.

  “I need to brief my client about a couple of things, including his safety in this godawful building. Your studio needs fewer doors and more surveillance cameras.”

  Once everyone was gone, Justin closed the door and turned to face me. He looked dapper in his forest green suit. It was not your typical bodyguard color, but it really suited him. I stood up and examined my hair closely in the mirror. The stylist had combed it, which was easy to do thanks to my straight hair. I stepped away from the dressing table and found Justin staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

  “What’s up?” I asked. He closed the distance between us in three short steps and leaned in to kiss me. I quickly moved away and turned my head to the side. “Justin. No. There might be cameras in here.” I nervously told him. The last thing I needed was to be outed on live television. It was my worst nightmare.

  “Nobody puts cameras in dressing rooms. It’s considered a breach of privacy.” He said.

  I saw the hurt in his eyes, but something stopped me from apologizing. Just because we hooked up more than once did not mean that I owed him anything. I still intended on finding a woman and settling down to start a family.

  Justin sighed and walked over to the door.