As the music changes from the hard rock beat to a more sensual one, I slide my hand into Hunters and pull him up from the stool he claimed a couple of hours before.
Under no illusion, I know that I wouldn’t have been able to move him if he hadn’t wanted to be moved.
The closer we walk to the dance floor, the more the butterflies in my belly are trying to explode. Everyone, apart from my two friends, think I love nothing more than having a good time, but in truth it takes a lot to give everyone that impression. When, in fact, I’m completely opposite. I’m shy. I get tongue-tied often, which I hide behind rudeness. I hardly ever shop and what I do spend on clothes isn’t spent in designer shops unless I need an evening dress to wear to accompany my father to a dinner.
The man whose hand is now wrapped tightly around mine is under the impression that I’m a spoiled little rich girl; he’ll have a shock when he discovers I’m anything but. On Monday he’ll start to get the correct picture about me, and I only hope he won’t write it up in any report he has to do while he’s acting as my bodyguard.
With a tug on my hand, Hunter has me up against him on the dance floor. This sends all thoughts of Monday, reports and basically everything out of my head. All I can think about is the man who is plastered from knees to chest against my back. He brings my hand up onto my stomach, but keeps his fingers entwined with mine and presses me closer. With my other hand, I reach back and grip the back pocket of his jeans.
Without missing a beat, we stay glued together through two sensual songs. When a third starts up, and Hunter shows no signs of letting me go, I feel brave and pull him closer as I squeeze his butt. A grin spreads across my face when I feel him grow against my bottom.
I have little experience with men. I’m not a virgin thanks to a fumbling act in my ex-boyfriend’s bed, but I really don’t have all that much experience. Despite that, I don’t really need a lot of experience to know that the man behind me is enjoying having me plastered against him.
Unable to let an opportunity pass with how turned on I am, I lift my hand from his butt and wrap it around his neck. He shudders. My back arches away from him, which causes my bottom to push harder into his arousal.
He grips my hips in his hands and keeps me pressed against him while we move to the slow beat. His cock is hard and long against me, and the more I rub against him, the wetter my panties become.
I’m so turned on, and have forgotten we’re in public, in a club, with eyes on us. Regardless, all I want is for Hunter to lift my dress and to slide his fingers into my panties. One touch is all it will take to send me into oblivion.
“Gia,” he hisses between his teeth, clamping down on my wiggling bottom by placing his hand with splayed fingers on my pubic bone. His cock jerks against me. My eyes roll back in pleasure. He’s centimeters from touching my clit. “You’re playing with fire.”
“I know,” I moan in response. “Don’t stop. Please. Please don’t stop.”
“Fuck!” Hunter cusses before stepping away.
He holds a hand out to steady me after he’s brought me abruptly out of the sexual fog I was in—that we both were in.
Opening my mouth to say something witty, nothing comes out. What can I say? Sorry for riding your cock? I feel embarrassed having been lost in lust. I’m not the only one though—he’s as much to blame.
“If you want a quick fuck then I’m sure you’ll find someone more willing than me. I don’t fuck girls—I fuck women—sexy women. Which isn’t you,” Hunter spits out in a hard voice.
Seconds away from kneeing him in the junk, I get in his face and ask, “What the fuck was that against my ass?”
Hunter laughs. “How the fuck do you expect me to react having a curvy piece of ass grinding against my dick.”
In shock and close to tears, I turn and flee through the club to the restroom. Seconds after I enter, Parker and Savannah appear.
“Oh my God. That was the hottest dance ever,” Parker gushes.
“Parker, stop being an idiot. Something isn’t right,” Savannah adds with a nod in my direction.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay Parker. I’m fine.” I splash water on my face and dry off with the paper towels Savannah passes me. “He said he only fucks women. Sexy women and that wasn’t me,” I tell my best friends and I’m not successful in keeping my emotions in check as a lone tear slips down my face.
“Um, I’m not sure what he means because I’m telling you that guy wanted you. You couldn’t see his face, but I did.” Savannah turns to Parker. “Did you?”
When Parker nods Savannah continues, “That man wanted you. It was written all over his face. He even went to kiss the top of your head twice. So don’t let him tell you otherwise.”
I feel my heart flutter when I hear those words from my friend before it plummets to my toes again. He’s my bodyguard and here to make sure I stay safe, not to see to my other needs. My emotions are pulled up short at the realization, again, that he’s closer to my father’s age than he is my own. What the hell is wrong with me? I sure as hell haven’t been attracted to an older man before, and the thought of having ‘daddy issues’ causes my stomach to clench. I want to hurl.
Shuddering, I tell myself that it’s the music and the four drinks I’ve had that are causing the reaction to Hunter. Nothing more.
“Would you both mind if we call it a night.” I turn to face my two concerned friends. “I’m tired.”
“I’m bushed as well,” Savannah admits.
I know this isn’t really her scene, I also know that my best friend has it bad for my father, Jarrod. I haven’t mentioned anything to her because I don’t want to embarrass my friend, plus I figure I’d only get embarrassed as well. But with how I’m reacting to Hunter, I’m starting to see Savannah’s feelings in a different light, and don’t really know how I feel about that. Jarrod is my father, and I guess he’s still young though, being in his forties, but looking like he’s still in his thirties. Whenever we are out together the women notice him even though he’s oblivious to the attention. I guess that’s what happens when you have a handsome face, muscles to match any body builder and don’t spare any expense on your clothes. But the thought of him having sex makes me sick. Parents, in particular my father, don’t have sex, right? I so need to get my head off thoughts of my father and sex.
Chapter Five ~ Hunter
The whole evening has given me one hell of a headache. My temples throb and so does my cock. As I lay in bed, I can’t get the feel of Gia’s body against mine out of my head. She felt amazing. All sleek curves, and just as turned on as I’d been—still am.
How I’d managed to stop myself from slipping my fingers into her panties I’d never know. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Gia right then. When I realized she was just as hot for me, I’d even gone so far as to look around for a private corner so I could taste her. That was until she’d brought me back to my senses with her spoken words.
Turning onto my stomach, I can’t get comfortable. My dick is pressing into the mattress and throbbing for relief. I sigh and turn back over. Kicking the covers from my body, I stroke down my shaft to my balls and hiss. I’m used to stroking one off, but it feels different. This time I have the vision of a dark haired beauty in my head.
I’m rock hard with my balls pulled up tight into my body—I need a release. It has been a hell of a long time since I’ve jerked off and I know this time is going to be quick. It’s going to be different because I have too much tension in my body after being close to Gia. I need to rid my body of it if I’m going to be able to do my job without any distractions. Until tomorrow.
Opening my legs, I take my cock in hand and start a slow tug on my shaft. The slow tug turns into a fast, back and forth motion the more I imagine it’s Gia’s pussy I’m pounding into. Her hands resting on the wall of the club—her legs spread wide as I hold her butt cheeks open—my dick getting sucked into her wet cunt—I rim her ass with my finger. “F
uck.” I’m close, and as I think about the color of her nipples—the way her breasts sway from side to side the more I’d pound into her—my seed explodes from the fire in my balls and out through the head of my cock. I come all over my chest with cum hitting me on the cheek as I throw my head back, straining with pleasure, and milk myself dry.
Unable to move, I lay on the bed knowing I have to get up to clean myself off, but whatever energy I have, has obviously flown out of my dick because I don’t think my legs will hold me up. God I’d needed that.
As I listen to my heart calm down, I lean over and grab my tee shirt to wipe my face before I use it to rub over my flaccid cock, chest and hand. Rolling off the side of the bed, my feet hit the floor as I walk to the bathroom for a shower.
~*~*~*~
Seven in the morning is not the time I expect to be up and out of bed on a Monday morning when the wildcat doesn’t have a job to go to.
After she spent yesterday avoiding me, I’d been surprised when Gia had searched me out last night to inform me she was leaving the house at seven-thirty in the morning.
So I’m standing in the foyer of her home with a travel mug of coffee while I wait for her to finish up in the kitchen.
Jarrod has already left with an off duty officer driving him until a friend of mine, Julian, arrives, which should be sometime today. Jarrod hadn’t been happy when I’d informed him that he was having someone on him 24/7 as well, but he’d conceded without too much of a discussion. I have a suspicion that Savannah might have had something to do with his acceptance more than anything anyone else had to say.
My eyes are drawn to the kitchen where Gia is leaning over the counter showing her curvy ass off in yoga pants. Keeping my eyes on her, I gulp down some coffee, and try to look somewhere else, but my gaze stays firmly fixed on her curves—her very sexy curves. I’m reminded of Saturday night when I jerked off to the image of me pounding into her.
She turns around; our gazes meet, and hold as she fidgets with the phone in her hand and some sort of ID card on a neck strap while she walks towards me. I’m surprised she’s dressed as casual as she is. Yoga pants, tee shirt with a sweatshirt thrown on top and sneakers isn’t how I expected to ever see her in.
“I take it you have to drive?”
Taking another drink of the coffee, I nod. I don’t trust my voice right now, which pisses me off.
“Let’s go.” I open the front door.
Unlocking the SUV that Jarrod had delivered for me to use once he’d seen the Harley I’d rented, I slide into the driver’s seat. Gia is already sitting comfortably in the passenger seat and seems to have decided to ignore me. Turning the ignition, I let the engine idle.
After minutes of silence, Gia finally turns her head to look at me.
“I can’t drive unless you tell me where we’re going,” I snigger knowing good and well that she really doesn’t want to tell me, but she has no choice.
“Lady of Mercy Hospital,” she mumbles. “It should come up on the GPS. It will be easier than me trying to direct you.”
After giving me the information, she leans back in her seat and glances at me. I can tell that she’s waiting for me to comment. It’s almost as though she’s being defensive.
Punching the address into the GPS, I pull out of the Carrington’s drive and start to follow the directions to the hospital. The first few minutes of the trip are easy as the streets are nearly empty, however, as we slide onto the highway, our progress comes to a standstill by the thick morning traffic. I glance at her out of the corner of my eye and wonder why we’re going to the hospital so early in the morning. The neck ribbon of her ID card has the hospitals name printed all around, but it’s lying face down on her chest, and I’m sure as hell not wanting to go there.
I hate not knowing what’s going on. It’s my job to make sure I have all bases covered, and going in blind isn’t something anyone feels comfortable doing. As we move another two feet before stopping, I finally give in and ask, “Why the hospital? And what’s with the name card?” I glance at Gia as I ask and get distracted when she sucks her lip between her teeth. I’d like nothing better than to sooth her bitten lip with mine. So not going to happen.
Sighing, Gia turns in her seat to face my profile as I return my gaze to the traffic ahead of us. “I work at the hospital five days a week, and sometimes I’ll go in at the weekend depending on who’s in and what’s going on.” She shrugs her shoulders as though it’s no big deal. “It isn’t for everyone, but I love it.”
How did they manage to omit her occupation from the information?
“I never would have said you worked in a hospital. Then again, I had no idea you worked.” I glance at Gia before concentrating on the traffic again.
“I’ve just figured that out. You thought I lived off my father without a care to what I spent. My father gives me money on a monthly basis, which goes into a separate account. One that I do use, but I’m always careful as to what I spend because tomorrow we could have nothing. My father didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth and neither did I.” She shifts to stare at me. “I honestly don’t know why I’ve just told you that. I’m guessing by your reaction when I told you my destination that your file didn’t include how I spend my days, huh?”
My hands tighten on the steering wheel at her attitude. She has a right to be pissed really because I’d presumed a lot about her that obviously isn’t true. Or at least part of it isn’t. She must spend enough that if her salary doesn’t cover everything she has to use the money her father gave her.
“Oh don’t you start again.”
Gia smacks me on the arm, which startles the fuck outta me.
“I can see the wheels turning. For your information I don’t make a dime for working at the hospital. It’s purely voluntary. I always wanted to be a nurse, but discovered a major dislike for needles so I left the course I was in and volunteered at Mercy. It’s not always easy, especially when a child you’ve gotten close to dies, but it’s reward enough to know that I brought smiles to their faces before it was too late. Not everyone has family to be with them at the end. It’s heartbreaking and usually takes weeks for me to get back into things afterwards, but I can’t stop because I know I do make a difference.”
“Wow.” I’m not usually stuck for words, but I find myself unable to construct an actual sentence after hearing what Gia does. A piece of my resolve slips and I push the emotion away—I definitely respect this sensitive wildcat—which is a problem. I really don’t want to know that she isn’t a spoiled princess—that I’m so wrong about her because she’s already under my skin and I need her out, not buried deeper.
“Is that all you have to say after all the assumptions you made about me. And all because I was taken off guard when I saw you lurking in the kitchen.”
I roar with laughter. “Lurking? Are you serious? I was having a conversation with your father.”
“Yes, well—”
“I’m sorry—”
Both of us speak at the same time.
“I never apologize, but I really did get the wrong impression about you, which doesn’t happen often—ever. So I apologize for thinking you were a spoiled princess.”
“Apology accepted. Do you think we could stop avoiding each other?”
“I’m not—” I start, but Gia cuts me off.
“Yes you are. And so am I. Do you think we could start from scratch and forget about everything that’s happened before this morning? Please?”
Glancing at Gia, I notice the blush along her cheekbones. I’m not sure how she can forget Saturday so easily when I had to stroke another one off last night—again.
I go for honesty instead of sense. “We can start again…but nothing on earth could make me forget Saturday night.” I smirk and watch her fidget at my words as we fall into silence for the rest of the trip.
No sooner have I parked the SUV she jumps out slamming the door.
Resigned to another argument, I climb out and walk
around to Gia’s side. Standing in front of her, I place my hand on my hips and stare. “If we’re going to start again, you need to remember that I’m here to make sure nothing happens to you. From now on, you don’t get out of the vehicle before me. You stay inside and let me come around to let you out, by which time, I will have made sure the area is secure.”
“Okay,” Gia agrees, her lip trembles as her eyes search mine. Sadness flashes across her face making me want to draw her into my embrace to take it away. “My father’s going to be alright isn’t he?”
Taking a minute, I look around us, before answering, “As long as he does what Julian tells him to then I can guarantee he’s going to be alright. Julian’s a marine. He won’t let anything happen to him.”
“Okay.” Gia looks uncomfortable. “But here you’re going to have to give me some space. I don’t want you frightening the children. I mean, not that you would—frighten the children. But you’re kind of tall with all that muscle and tattoos going on for you—”
“Gia,” I laugh. “Calm down. I’ve not eaten a child yet, and I don’t intend to start now. C’mon. It isn’t such a good idea to be standing in the open like this.”
Placing my arm across Gia’s back, I rest my hand on her hip as I guide her into the building. She only pauses for a split second when I touch her before she settles more against me as we start walking. By the time we’re standing in front of the elevator, her whole left side is pressing tightly against mine.
It feels good. It feels so good that I don’t want to release her. But it obviously doesn’t feel as good to Gia because she wiggles out from under my arm and puts some distance between us.
Frowning down at her, I feel someone zooming in on us from behind. My body tenses, ready for action, as I appraise the person—a doctor—barreling down on us, or rather on Gia.
“Gia babe. I missed you Saturday night. Didn’t you get my message about the party?” the doctor asks as he pulls Gia into his arms for a hug—a lingering hug at that.
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