Fearless Hero_A Military Bodyguard Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  I forced myself to nod. “Yes, sir…” I said, my mind already spinning into overdrive. “I can, however, still stop by to occasionally check on her, if you’d like. Uhm…you know, during shift changes.”

  Speaker Harper clasped my shoulder. “You would do that for me? I actually feel a lot better hearing that.”

  “Certainly,” I said, my heart beginning to speed a little. I hated lying, but I needed to see Autumn again.

  If I went back to the safehouse, I could always claim I was sent there by the Speaker.

  Certainly, I couldn’t lose my job for following the Speaker’s orders…

  I came back to my senses upon realizing that the Speaker was still talking to me, telling me what plans and meetings he had needed to attend for the next several days. I realized with some dismay that I would be stuck with him due to his busy traveling schedule because there was simply no way I could leave his side; With each passing day, his status grew, which meant more opponents were after him.

  But I already made a vow that the first chance I got to return to Autumn, I would.

  In the meantime, I would just have to be patient and bide my time, hoping that she would be understanding of the situation. I had already made a vow that I wouldn’t be kept away from her, and now I was determined to keep my word. I had to show her just how serious I was, and that I wouldn’t abandon her at any cost.

  CHAPTER 14

  Autumn

  The past several days had been some of the hardest days I could remember having in a long time. Brady did not return, nor did I hear from him. I had heard from my father though, who finally informed me that Brady had been reassigned to him for safety purposes.

  It went without question that Brady was the man to have by your side when you needed the best protection possible. And I wholeheartedly understood that my father, due to his position, was in far more danger than I ever would be. Hence, my feelings on the issue remained bittersweet. I was grateful toward Brady for overseeing my father’s protection, knowing that I would have nothing to worry about as long as he was at my father’s side. Yet, there was another part of me that yearned for Brady to be by my side.

  I missed him so bad it hurt.

  Wallace was all right, but he was very much like a fatherly figure and could never in a million years fill the void I felt in Brady’s absence. He was good at his job though, and kept a watchful eye on me.

  Nightfall having set in, Wallace was in the house, snoozing on the couch in front of the television.

  After a long day of studying and an intense workout, I needed time to relax, so I went out into the backyard and decided to lounge by the pool. I looked up into the stars shining overhead, wondering what Brady was doing and whether he had been thinking about me at all.

  I wondered how long it would be before I saw him again.

  Before I touched him again…

  Or if all of that was officially over.

  The night breeze feeling comforting on my skin and the sparkling water before me soothing my mind, I leaned back in the beach chair and closed my eyes. I willed my mind to go blank, not wanting to think about Brady. Whenever I dreamed about him, it only intensified the pain when I woke up and remembered he was no longer with me.

  The relaxing night breeze proving helpful in clearing my mind, I halfway wanted to sleep under the stars. Yet, I knew Wallace would never allow it. Even though my father was always more of a target than I was, Wallace would not risk letting me sleep outdoors just in case prying eyes were nearby. The yard of the safehouse had high fences that no one could see through, but Wallace simply wasn’t a man keen on taking risks.

  “Don’t stay out there too long now, Autumn. Don’t want you catching cold. And I don’t want no creepers to sneak up on you either,” he had warned when I told him that I was going to sit out by the pool for a little while.

  “All right, Mr. Wallace,” I had promised.

  With a sigh, I reopened my eyes, knowing that I had likely been out there long enough already. Plus, I knew Wallace wouldn’t go to bed until he knew I was tucked away safely inside the house, so I didn’t want to keep him waiting too long.

  I sat up and stretched, prepared to go back inside. Yet, I froze when I heard a car door slam.

  It was late, and I certainly wasn’t expecting any visitors. And while I halfway suspected the visitor may have been for a neighbor, it sounded too close by.

  I stayed sitting there, listening. When I saw lights flooding out of the windows, I knew someone was inside the house with Wallace. I strained my ears to hear voices, but could only make out distant drones that I couldn’t recognize.

  Who in the world could that be at this hour?

  After listening for a while, I heard another car door slam, followed by a car engine revving up.

  Apparently, someone had come by for a short visit, and it didn’t involve me.

  I relaxed for a moment, supposing it was just likely something security-related for Wallace that wasn’t any of my concern. But just as I was starting to relax, my mind started wandering on me again…

  What if it had something to do with Dad?

  I shook the thought from my mind, figuring if that had been the case, I would have been alerted. But when I heard shuffling from within the house, I started to worry that Wallace was on his way to deliver some kind of news—and it wasn’t likely to be good. Bad news tended to come late at night—just like the news of my mother’s passing had so many years ago.

  With late-night phone calls being so anxiety-provoking, I could only presume a late-night visit was even worse.

  My heart pounding, I braced myself.

  I heard the swing and clang of the backdoor, followed by more footsteps. Wallace was on his way.

  A dark silhouette began to cross the yard, but instantly, I knew there was something off about it.

  It wasn’t Wallace; this man was too tall and muscular.

  Oh my god…what if someone attacked him and now they’re coming for me?

  My body began to tremble and my fight-or-flight instinct flared up.

  I contemplated whether I should scream or not…

  “Do you mind if I join you?”

  In an instant, my fear dissipated. The figure grew closer, and I realized who it was.

  Brady.

  He’d come back to me.

  I leapt up from my seat and practically bolted across the yard at him. He caught me, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around with a bear hug, his warm laughter ringing through the air. “Told you I couldn’t stay away from you,” he said.

  Not even giving me a chance to respond, he kissed me—a long, passionate, lingering kiss that almost left me breathless right on the spot.

  When we separated, he grabbed my hand, letting our fingers intertwine as we headed to the beach chair I’d been sitting on. He sat down first, and then pulled me into his lap.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you be with my father?”

  “I switched with Wallace for tonight,” Brady said, although he didn’t quite meet my eyes.

  “So Wallace is going to my father’s right now?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And what about you? Are you going to be reassigned to me…permanently?”

  “I…I don’t know. I’d like to, but I have to do what I’m told. They say your father needs me more at the moment. We’re just switching detail for tonight right now. Your father wants me to personally check on you every now and then.”

  I nodded. “Yeah. I understand. I’m glad you’re with him. I know he’ll be safe with you.”

  Brady smiled and twirled my hair with his fingers. He then brushed it aside, making it fall over one shoulder. He kissed the back of my neck, making my body tingle all over. “I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured against my skin.

  “I missed you too.”

  “So what were you doing out here all alone?”

  “Just relaxing, trying not to think about how much I want you.”


  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Damn. I was hoping you were about to go skinny dipping.”

  I tossed my head back and laughed. “With Wallace waiting in the house? I don’t think so.”

  Brady grinned, that devilish look I loved so much spreading across his face. “Well, Wallace isn’t here anymore…”

  “So what are you implying, Mr. Logan?” I asked, smiling slyly and pressing my forehead to his.

  He encircled my waist with his muscular arms. “I’m saying the water looks awfully enticing.”

  “Why don’t you show me how enticing it is?”

  “Hmm…I think I will.”

  Brady slid from under me and stood up. Glancing at me over his shoulders with a smirk, he pulled his shirt over his head with one clean and swift motion. Then he tossed off his shoes. “Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked.

  I sat back in the chair. “I just want to appreciate the view for now.”

  Brady folded his arms.

  I laughed. “Please continue.”

  I bit my lip as he unfastened his belt and let it fall to the ground. He then pulled his jeans down. Stepping out of them, he stood before me in his black boxers. My heart skipped a beat and I bit my lip in anticipation.

  Smirking, he approached the water. Balancing on one foot, he dipped his toes in. He then looked back at me and winked. “Just want to test the water first. You know, make sure it’s not too cold.”

  With that, he pulled his boxers down, although his back faced to me. While his back was certainly glorious, it was no match for his front.

  I moaned, already feeling overheated. I leaned up in my chair. “Hey—no fair. Turn around.”

  But instead, Brady jumped into the water and momentarily disappeared under the surface. When he came back up, he grinned. “Your turn.”

  He pushed himself up and out of the pool. This time, he stood facing me. All of him on display, water running down his rippling hard body. I let out a slow breath, taking in the massive length of him as he slowly advanced toward me. I quivered as he pulled me to my feet, raised my arms into the air, and lifted my shirt over my head. Pressing his hard body against me, he brought his hands to my back and unhooked my bra, tossing it onto the chair behind me.

  He looked down, hunger in his eyes. He then dropped to his knees, where he unfastened my pants and slid them down. Putting my hands on his shoulders for balance, I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

  As I stood before Brady in my lace underwear, he proceeded to kiss my stomach. I moaned, rubbing the top of his head. He then hooked his fingers at the sides of my panties and slowly guided them down. I stepped out of them as he stood back to his feet, staring at me as if he thought I was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.

  He reached out to touch me, but I leapt out of his reach, playing coy.

  With a smirk, and I ran around him and jumped into the water.

  Shaking his head and smiling, Brady jumped in moments after me. Our laughter rang through the air.

  “Come here!” he said.

  “You have to catch me first,” I teased, swimming out of his reach.

  “Catch you? Do you think you can get away from me?” He splashed water at my face and I laughed uncontrollably.

  We both trembled hard, our naked bodies fueled with desire.

  Brady pulled me toward him.

  “What are you doing?” I giggled, my body aching and begging for his. But he had other things on his mind.

  “I wanted to do this from the moment I came here. No more playing.”

  His searing eyes skimmed over my naked body, making me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Droplets of water covered his strong shoulders, and my eyes focused on his tattoo. I ran my tongue over it.

  His hands grabbed my hips and pushed me against him. I could feel his hardness on my stomach.

  I wanted him to take me right then and there.

  I took his erection in my hand and guided him to my entrance, but he let go of me and swam several feet away, his chuckles filled the night air.

  “Not so fast, beautiful. I need you to beg,” he said.

  I pushed through water after him, unable to match his fast pace. A twinge of pleasure shot through my lower abdomen and my whole body buzzed with anticipation. He was playing with me, wanting me to beg, and right now I wanted him so much that I was ready to do just that.

  He stopped when he reached the edge of the pool, turning around to face me.

  “Please,” I begged when I reached him, craving for his touch.

  He grinded against me, pushing himself through my sensitive folds.

  I let a moan out, grabbed his shoulders, and rubbed against his thickness, ready for him to finally please me.

  He lowered his hand and moved his fingers across my mound, creating an intense pleasure when he slid two of them inside of me.

  “Yes, Brady,” I groaned.

  I pushed against his fingers, deepening the intrusion as he thrusted them. He then pushed two more inside, stretching my insides.

  I cried out, engulfed with ecstasy. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”

  “You don’t want me to stop, huh?” he teased.

  “No!” I screamed and then pressed my hand against my mouth, remembering we had to be quiet.

  “Mmm…Well, you just wait, princess. It’s going to get even better.”

  I was dangerously close to my orgasm, but before I actually reached it, he pulled his fingers out of me and swam away, leaving me hungrier for him than ever.

  “Dammit, Brady! Stop playing with me like this!”

  I did a few breaststrokes, following him to the other side of the pool. Just when I came close to him though, he turned around and crossed the whole length of the pool again, increasing the distance between us once more.

  We looked at each other from the opposite ends. I felt like I was losing myself in the blue depth of his eyes. His expression was of sheer lust; he was just as turned on by his little game as I was.

  “Beg for me, Autumn. Tell me just how much you need me.”

  “I need you so much. Please…Just come here…Make love to me.”

  He growled and swam back to me, pulling me to the shallow end of the pool. He brought his hands to my waist and raised me, sitting me on the edge. Still waist-deep in water, he separated my legs and stepped in between them.

  “Let me taste you,” he said, and the dove into it, pressing his lips against my pulsating clitoris.

  My head rolled backward and curled my toes as I squirmed before him. I held onto his shoulders as his tongue caressed my puffy flesh. I grinded against his head, smearing my juices over it while my hands tugged at his hair. When he pushed his tongue into me, I bit into my lip, feeling like I was in Heaven.

  “Yes, just like that. Brady...”

  He grunted and pressed his thumb over my clit, stimulating it while his tongue kept going. I shuddered, right on the verge, but then he suddenly stopped again.

  He looked up at me, his grin huge. “Sorry. You didn’t beg enough.”

  Frustrated, desperate, and unable to take this tension anymore, I touched myself, planning to finish on my own. But Brady wouldn’t let me. He grabbed my hand and pushed it away, and then pulled my head to him. His lips slammed against mine, silencing my protest as our tongues entwined.

  He got out of the pool and took me to a deck chair, where he sat down and pushed me to my knees in front of him without breaking eye contact even once.

  “Suck me,” he said.

  My heart jumped at his command and my insides clenched with desire. I slid my fingers over his whole length, basking in the sight of his manhood. I took him into my mouth, going down slowly until I managed to take him fully inside.

  “Damn,” he grabbed my hair and groaned, pushing his hips toward me. I moved my tongue around him, enjoying his salty taste in the back of my mouth.

  “Autumn,” he moaned and started
guiding my head up and down.

  So turned on by his sounds, I felt myself oozing down my legs. I squirmed on my knees, feeling him tense.

  Suddenly, he pulled out of me and made me straddle him. “Now tell me—how much do you want me to fuck you?”

  I moaned and rubbed against his hard-on. “So much, Brady. Don’t make me wait anymore...Please…”

  He smirked. “Now that’s more like it.”

  He pulled me down roughly, and I stretched to take all of him inside. “Brady! Oh yes!”

  My whole body convulsed under the sweet pressure buried deep inside of me. His hands held my waist tightly, setting my tempo. The sensation was mind-numbing. I rode him wildly, all my tension piling up until it finally reached its peak. My orgasm came before I was even ready for it.

  I bit into my forearm to keep from screaming. I almost lost my balance and fell on top of him, but he held me firmly, rocking me through my orgasm.

  “Brady, it’s too much! Please...”

  I was too sensitive to stand the encompassing pleasure, but he wasn’t listening to me. Instead, he fucked me harder, drilling me until I came again.

  Soaking, my slickness drove him faster inside.

  “Ah! I can’t take it, Brady!”

  “Yes, you can. And you will.”

  He switched our positions, making me kneel on the deck chair while he stood behind me. Pressing his chest against my back, he entered me, keeping his hands low on my waist. He plunged inside easily, continuing the wild rhythm and turning my head to kiss me. His hand lowered and stroked my clit, adding to my pleasure.

  I was about to fall apart all over again.

  He moved even quicker, pushing me to my fours as he pounded inside of me, and his fingers dug into my ass.

  He pushed several more times, our bodies smashing against each other’s in the most delicious way before he pulled out. He grunted and jerked off, sending his load all over my backside.

  My body felt like it was filled with lead. I sprawled against the deck chair, trying to catch my breath. His lips landed on my back, his kisses melting me.