Love's Protector: A Maverick's Shield Novel

by Charisma Chloe

  One of the officers stopped them and said, “We got a report of gunshots and were told that the two of you were involved in the shooting.”

  Jason tried to make Amour have a seat on the sofa, but she clenched tightly onto his arm instead. “Yes, there’s a body in the bedroom, one of the maids,” he replied.

  “The officer stared at him with an incredulous expression. “Is that right?” He instructed the other two officers to go inside the bedroom. “You know anything about that?”

  Jason’s lips thinned and his eyes lowered. “It might have something to do with the asshole in the black ski mask that was coming out of the room when we got here.”

  “Would this asshole be the reason for the three gunshots that the guests on this floor heard?’

  “Yes.”

  “Where is this person?” the officer asked.

  “How the hell should I know? He ran. I doubt if he stuck around.”

  “Why didn’t you call us when you saw this person?”

  “Maybe because I was too busy trying to protect her and nearly getting my head blown off in the process. That may have something to do with it.”

  “Well, no one else on this floor saw this alleged person, why is that?”

  Amour perked up suddenly. “He’s not lying to you and he didn’t do anything wrong! He was protecting me, he’s my bodyguard! He acted in self defense!”

  “So you say,” the office replied.

  Jason took in a deep breath and said, “Look, all you have to do is look at the surveillance tapes on this floor. Surely a hotel of this status has pretty good security personnel. If you check those out, you’ll see that I’m telling the truth.”

  “We plan to do that, but in the meantime, why don’t you tell me what happened.”

  Jason did not appreciate the officer’s pompous attitude towards him. “She and I were walking to the suite when I saw the person coming out of door. I raised my gun to him and asked him who he was and what he was doing here. He pushed the maid’s cart towards me and then fired one shot off in my direction. I retaliated by firing a shot of my own and then chased him down the hall. He then turned and fired another shot at me so I ducked behind another corner of the hallway. By the time I came out of the corner, he was long gone.”

  “And you think this person killed the maid?” the officer said cocking an eyebrow.

  “Yes.”

  “Jason didn’t kill her!” Amour suddenly said, stepping in front of Jason.

  “And why should I believe you?” the officer asked.

  Jason pulled her back towards him. “I couldn’t have killed her. I wasn’t even in the room at the time of her death. And if you check the bullet in her head, you will see that it didn’t come from my gun.”

  “Let’s just go down to the station so you can make statement and file a report.”

  “Fine,” Jason said.

  The officer signaled for his colleague to come over to them after seeing him in the hall. “I’m going to have to confiscate your weapon as well. Please place it on the table. Officer Moreno will escort the two of you to the car outside the hotel.”

  Jason obliged and the two of them walked with the officer out of the door.

  * * *

  Amour sat on the small balcony outside Jason’s apartment trying to ease her anxiety. The business at the police station had taken up most of the evening and she was exhausted. This whole thing was beginning to be too much for her and it was all happening so fast. Between the threatening phone calls, lying cops, being shot at and finding a dead maid in her suite, she was about ready to have a serious nervous breakdown. She closed her eyes and breathed in the warm night air. “Try to calm down Amour,” she said to herself. But that was easier said than done at this point.

  She looked down and stared at the pack of cigarettes she’d placed on the small table in front of her. “No…” she whispered to herself. It was an unwelcomed habit she’d picked after getting off pills a year ago. The withdrawal symptoms were hard to cope with, so a fellow team member recommended that she take up smoking to ease them. She refused at first because she’d grown up seeing how addicted her father was to them. But she’d also seen how relaxed they’d made him when he was stressed. She stood her ground though, reframing from smoking until she’d realized she wasn’t superwoman.

  The constant headaches, stomach cramps, shakiness and anxiety eventually became too much for her to bear causing her to give into temptation. Smoking her first cigarette gave her what she needed. Not the high that she’d gotten from the pills, but a different one; a calming one. The relief was only temporary, but it was better than nothing. At that point, she’d understood why people got so addicted to nicotine. That prompted her to vow only to smoke them when she was stressed…really stressed.

  Being an ex drug addict, she knew that probably wasn’t the smartest thing in the world to do, but it was all she’d had the strength to accomplish at the time. So here she was again, stressed and in need of nicotine. She only needed one, and then she can put them away and never look at them again.

  Picking up the box, she studied it for a few seconds before flipping the top open and sliding one of them out. The cigarette felt good between her fingers and the light odor coming from the box smelled even better. Placing the filter between her lips, she picked up her lighter and lit the flame. The large hit she took of the cigarette instantly sent a calming feeling throughout her entire body.

  Closing her eyes, she placed her feet on the table in front of her and crossed them at her ankles. “Sweet Jesus…” she whispered to herself after blowing out a small puff of smoke. The taste of it, the smell of it and the pure pleasure that the tiny object was giving her, almost made her get down on her knees and worship it. Sitting back in her seat, she basked in the glory of the night air, and the slight high the nicotine was giving her.

  “Amour?” A low male voice came from behind her.

  Shit! When the hell did he get here? She tried her best to fan the smoke away with her hands to no avail. “Jason…hey! I thought you were asleep.”

  He stepped onto the balcony and stood beside her. “I couldn’t…are you smoking?”

  “I only do it when I’m stressed.” She blurted out, dropping the cigarette on the floor of the balcony.

  “But you seemed so grossed out at Daniel Riley’s place.”

  She took her legs off the table, slid her foot in her flip flop and stepped on the cigarette putting it out. “Those were cigars, it’s different.”

  He sat in the chair beside her. “How? It’s still tobacco.”

  “You’ve never been a smoker, so you’ll never understand.”

  He spoke through a yawn. “Fair enough. How long have you been out here?”

  “About an hour; I couldn’t sleep either. This whole thing just has my mind all over the place.”

  “Yeah we’ve got quite a mess on our hands,” he said.

  “Jason you’re not a suspect in that maid’s murder are you?”

  “As of right now, probably not or they would’ve arrested me there, but I can tell the cop who questioned us thinks otherwise.

  “Yeah, I noticed. That worries me.”

  “There’s no need to be. The hotel surveillance footage cleared me of any wrong doing outside of the suite and as soon as ballistics comes back and they see that the bullet in her head didn’t come from my gun, they’ll clear me of that also. They just don’t want me to leave the city now.”

  “Alright.”

  “I’m just glad you weren’t in the line of fire in the hall and you curled up in the corner.”

  “Honestly, I was just scared to death and that was the first thing I’d thought to do. I thought whoever that was had shot you.” She looked down at her lap. “I thought you were dead.”

  “Well I’m not.”

  “Yeah but still, I don’t want you risking your life for me anymore Jason. You barely know me, it’s not worth it. I’ll just hire another bodyguard or something. Someone t
hat I haven’t become so close to.”

  He scooted his chair closer to hers, placed his hand on her face and turned it towards his. “Amour, I’m not leaving you. I promised you my help and I told you that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I meant every word of it. We’re in this together.”

  She looked down again. “But…”

  He lifted her face back up to his. “I will protect you Amour. You have my word.” Before she could protest, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers giving her a short but very sensual kiss. “You said you trusted me right?” he whispered before planting another gentle kiss on her lips.

  She breathed in deeply and swallowed. “Yes…”

  He placed more short and gentle kisses on the corner of her mouth, and then her cheek. “Then trust me on this.”

  Her eyes closed as she threw her head back allowing his lips and tongue to slowly travel down her neck. So many sensations flooded through her entire body all at once as all previous thoughts and worries began to slowly disappear. She quickly became wrapped up in the pleasure of his presence, the smell of him…his lips…his tongue…his slightly calloused hands that slowly rubbed up and down her outer thighs as he kneeled between her legs. She allowed the pleasure to further have her as his lips began to move back up her neck making their way up to her lips again. This time he kissed her a little longer, a little harder, as if he was savoring the taste of her; taking her mouth and claiming it.

  Breaking their kiss, he placed his hands on her face and stared at her. His hazel eyes looked almost black as his hunger for her began to possess him and his breathing became more rapid. He licked his lips and his eyes traveled down her body studying her as if she were a gourmet meal ready to be devoured. He gave her another quick kiss on the lips before slowly making his way back down her neck again leaving another trail of wet caresses, this time going a little lower giving her a quick lick between the top of her breasts. Continuing his exploration of her body, his mouth made his way down to her waist pressing his lips on her hip bone and then gently on the top of her thigh. She could feel the slight coolness of the air on her skin as he lifted her tank top above her stomach were he planted even more erotic kisses.

  Sitting up slightly, she allowed him to slowly lift her shirt over her head before dropping it onto the floor. Her skin tingled in anticipation of his touch. “Your body is so beautiful.” he whispered as his large hands slid up her waist, covering her ribs before cupping her bare breasts. She let out a low moan as his lips began to make the same journey moving up her body closer to her breasts. Her limbs weakened and she took in several gulps of air. “Such perfect tits.” he said seductively, rubbing his rough fingertips over her sensitive nipples causing them to instantly harden from the contact. “Now let’s see if they taste as good as the feel.”

  She felt the simultaneous pleasure of his warm tongue flicking over her right nipple as his finger tips gently pinched her left one. The sensation caused a powerful volt of electricity to shoot through her body traveling straight down to her belly. “Ohhh…”

  “You like that sweetheart?” he whispered before blowing a puff of cool air on her wet nipple.

  A few seconds later, she felt his tongue again; this time giving another quick lick to her left nipple and pinching the right one evening out the pleasure. Instead of feeling more pleasure, she felt a sudden distance between them when he rose to his feet and stepped back. Was he stopping? He can’t! Not now! “No...” she cried out, barely able to speak.

  “I’m not going anywhere baby, just turning off the light.”

  Flicking the switch, he headed back towards her. She could barely see him because of the darkness, but she could feel his body heat. Anticipation consumed her when he kneeled between her legs again. Grabbing her hands, he placed her palms on his bare chest causing her stomach to flutter. She wasn’t aware that he had taken his shirt off, but what she had been aware of, was how warm and hard his muscular body was amidst the cool night air as her hands slid down his torso. She felt the hard muscles of his abdomen clench from her touch. Knowing that he had this reaction to her made her want him even more…she needed…more. Her hands went from his waist to his lower back where she slowly slid her hands underneath the waist band of his pajama bottoms cupping his firm ass. A low moan escaped from his throat as he pressed his lips against hers parting them with his tongue and trusting it inside. He devoured her lips and tongue as if he needed them to survive, and she loved it…she craved it.

  The heat of their bodies entwined as his hard, cotton sheathed cock slowly grinded against her sex causing her panties dampen from her arousal. She removed her hands from beneath his pants before wrapping her legs around his hips pressing him even harder against her. He let out another low moan when her hands slowly slid up his back and his mouth began licking and sucking the tender flesh on her neck. His head went lower and his large hands cupped her breasts again while burying his face between them.

  This time he wasn’t gentle; he was rough. Taking her nipples in his mouth and sucking them fiercely…savagely. She was so wet, so aroused she could almost taste it. His mouth and hands moved from her breasts and down to her stomach as she removed her legs from his back allowing him to slide her panties off of her hips and down her legs. His finger tips circled her swollen clit making her even wetter than before.

  “Jason…please…” She couldn’t take anymore of his teasing. She was about to explode, and was in desperate need to come…now.

  He continued to circle her tiny bud with his fingers, teasing her even more; making the arousal inside of her build even higher. “Tell me what you want baby.” he said roughly.

  “Jason…” she cried out, trying hard to breathe as pleasure consumed her.

  “Tell me!”

  “Lick me Jason! I want to feel your tongue on me!”

  He placed one of her feet on the small table beside them and the other on the opposite side on his shoulder allowing him further access between her thighs. Fireworks exploded in her head when her eyes closed and she felt his tongue glide over her pussy lips. Her hips arched when he sucked them into his mouth. One, then the other. Releasing them, he gently licked over the entrance to her sex, teasing it before sliding his tongue inside of her before quickly retreating. He repeated the sensual strokes several times making her take in several gulps of air as she fought to breathe.

  “That feels so good…Please don’t stop…” she said in a breathy whisper as she clenched her fingers in his hair holding his head in place. She indulged in his touch. She needed it; it was beginning to possess her.

  His tongue made its way up to her throbbing clit, licking and stroking the sensitive flesh causing her juices to flow at a rapid pace. Her hips arched more when he sucked the aching bud into his mouth while pressing the tips of his fingers against the opening of her sex.

  “Oh god yes!” she cried out in ecstasy. She couldn’t recall ever feeling like this before. All she knew is that she didn’t want this pleasure to end.

  Her juices aided the penetration as he gradually worked his fingers inside her snug entrance. Jason’s heated mouth on her clit coupled with the slow hard strokes of his fingers nearly sent her over the edge. His fingers began thrusting inside her now with tremendous force working in perfect unison with his suckling mouth. She could feel the need for release building higher and higher as she clenched her fingers more tightly in his hair.

  The muscles of her pussy began to contract and her clit pulsed as he fucked her with his fingers and continued to suck her clit. She threw her head back as the multiple sensations made every muscle in her body start to quiver. She could feel it coming; the orgasm she so desperately needed. She was close…so close and the feeling was so strong until she felt like she wouldn’t survive without it.

  “Your lips …your tongue…it’s so good…I’m going to come…Jason!” she cried out as an explosive series of shuddering waves tore through her body as she climaxed.

  Taking in more gul
ps of air, she could feel her body begin to relax. Her sensuous high began to come down as she slowly released the tight hold she had on his hair. She was exhausted, she couldn’t move. All she could do was sit there with her body spread across the chair. Realizing Jason had gotten up and moved away from her, she felt the night breeze gently sweeping across her sweat soaked flesh causing her body to cool. She knew she needed to go inside, but there was no way she was capable of walking at the time. Her legs were too weak and she was still trembling from the effects of her orgasm.

  “Come on sweetheart, let’s get you in the shower,” Jason said as he scooped her in his arms and carried her inside.

  More than happy to allow him to carry her, she buried her head in his chest leaving her care in his hands. She dozed off in his arms only to awaken to the feeling of hot water on her skin. Her eyes opened to a slightly blurry vision of Jason’s face and the steam that surrounded him. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes absorbing the relaxing and soothing feeling of the hot water on her muscles.

  “You’re awake,” he said softly.

  “Yeah, I thought we were going to take a shower.”

  “I was going to put you in there but you couldn’t stand and this was easier. This way you could lie down and I didn’t need to wake you.”

  She slowly laid her head back on the end of the tub as Jason gently rubbed the soft and warm sponge on neck before moving down to her breasts. “Well I’m glad you decided on this because as tired as I am, you definitely would’ve been bathing me on the floor of the shower.”

  He chuckled. “I figured.”

  She opened her eyes again but could barely keep them that way. Jason’s hands coupled with the hot water and soft sponge on her body felt so good and relaxing, it made it very difficult for her to stay awake. “So what are gonna do know?” She let out a huge yawn. “What’s our next move?”