Model Bodyguard (Haven Investigations Book 2)

by Lissa Kasey

  When Jolanda had suggested it to us, it had taken me almost two months to convince Ollie to make an appointment. I think he still didn’t believe he really had a problem, but his nervous energy upon entering spoke volumes. The way he glared at the little cubby in the corner that hid a medical scale reminded me that in no way was Ollie cured. Healthy, yes, but how little would it take him to relapse and starve himself again? I was going to do everything I could to make sure that never happened. Even if that meant I attended every appointment with him and he used me as a crutch. I’d be there.

  Ollie checked in and was led off to the side to be weighed. I followed and shook my head when he began to step on the scale so he could see the numbers. He paused and turned around, closing his eyes and breathing deeply until the nurse told him he could step down. She wrote down the number and had him sit so she could take a small vial of blood that would test his vitamin levels. Then we were shown to a small room to await his nutritionist.

  Inside the room the walls were covered in soothing artwork and inspiring quotes. Again no people in the images or magazines that might portray an unhealthy body image. The chairs were lush with full backs and arms, wide enough that I could have sat beside Ollie in one and still had room to move. Ollie curled up in his chair, legs wrapped under him like a cat, but fingers tapping nervously on the upholstered arms.

  I captured his nearest hand, rubbing it in both of mine, while I perched on the edge of my chair.

  “Was it up?” he asked me quietly.

  I just gave him a smile. We didn’t talk about this. “How do you feel?” I asked instead.

  He squeezed my hand. “I don’t know. Okay, maybe? Nervous. I try not to listen, but sometimes I hear things.”

  “You look amazing,” I told him. “Healthy. Glowing. Beautiful. I love you so much.”

  He blinked at me, eyes searching my face as though he expected to find a lie somewhere. Only I meant everything I said.

  There was a knock on the door and Ollie tensed, but I called, “Come in.” These sessions didn’t need to be as torturous as he made them, but I’d be with him either way. I greeted the nutritionist, who was also a medical doctor, and kept a firm grip on Ollie’s hand, watching him work to keep himself calm. She’d talk to him about health, not numbers, which was exactly what Ollie needed.

  The hour flew by. I took notes on my phone, while Ollie nodded and gave short answers to questions. I asked more questions than he did, but knew he’d think of things later when he wasn’t so focused and anxious about numbers we wouldn’t tell him. The discussion was positive, and Ollie was now to begin adding fish and seafood back into his diet, no dairy or eggs yet. She suggested we keep his diet as organic and chemical-free as possible to keep him balanced, and if there was any big sway in his emotional health, we were to come in immediately.

  We’d get a call in the next few days with the results of his blood tests, but all of the tests thus far had been well in the normal range. While Ollie was still considered on the thin side of normal for his height, he was perfectly healthy, no more possibilities of heart troubles or stroke because of malnutrition. It was the best news I’d had in days.

  Chapter Sixteen

  OLLIE WAS oddly silent on our way to the car. He threw me a few sideways glances and kept a firm grip on my hand. I could feel his heart racing against my palm from the pulse beneath his skin. Was he still worried about the appointment?

  This late in the day the lot was mostly empty. The few cars in the distance were likely employees, and my SUV sat all alone in the handicap spot. The tinted windows made it look dark and large. I clicked the button to disengage the alarm and unlock the car, but Ollie opened my door for me, holding it as he offered his shoulder to help me in.

  I gave him a sweet smile as I climbed up into the driver’s seat. He leaned in as soon as I sat down and suddenly my seat slid back as far as it would go. “What…?” I began to ask as Ollie hopped in, closing and locking the door behind him. He carefully nestled himself on my lap. “Hi,” I told him.

  He kissed me, hot and deep, like he wanted to eat me. Then he pushed up my shirt, hands exploring my stomach. It always humbled me how the scars never bothered him. Some areas were oversensitive, but he knew how to breeze over the worst, and press pleasure into the thickest ones.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled when he finally ended the kiss.

  He nodded and ground his hips into mine. “That’s the idea.” His cock was hard in his shorts, and mine was screaming to be released from the confines of my jeans. He kissed me again until both of us were breathless and panting.

  “Tell me again,” he whispered.

  Tell him what? I was pretty sure he’d short-circuited my brain. I blinked up at him, confused for a moment, and then it made sense. “You’re beautiful. I love you.”

  He sucked in a deep breath like he was sucking in the mere presence of me before returning his lips to mine. He fumbled with the button and zipper on my jeans, carefully releasing me, and then his hot hands were all over my aching cock. Sliding over me, teasing the crown, and tickling over the vein that ran down the length of me.

  I groaned. “You’re killing me.”

  He smiled, his forehead rested against mine, green eyes close enough to see the specks of gemlike color within them in the dim garage lighting. He paused long enough to pull a condom and a packet of lube out of one of his pockets. This time I needed air. He was going to let me fuck him—in the car, in the middle of a parking lot. And he was prepared. He’d planned this. The idea of it was almost enough to make me come. Who knew that the possibility of someone else seeing could be such a turn-on?

  Ollie wriggled out of his shorts and a lovely pair of pale purple, lace-edged bikinis, throwing them on the passenger seat. He was back in my lap before I could register that I’d done nothing more than watch him reveal all that lovely tan flash and perfect ass for me. He was hard and leaking, his cock long and lean like him, not the fat, ugly thing that mine was. Every part of him was beautiful, flawless in design and color. His skin wasn’t suntanned. The dark honey tone was his color all over, and only his balls were slightly darker. I could almost taste him. Knew the flavor of him as viscerally as if he was in my mouth at that moment.

  “Christ,” I complained. “You’re so gorgeous I’m going to come before I’m even in you.”

  He laughed and the sound bounced around me, raising goose bumps on my skin and making me harder than stone. God, the look of him, the feel of him, the scent of him….

  He opened the condom and slid it down my length, hands skilled and certain. Then he kissed me again, and I fumbled for the lube so I could prepare him, yanking him closer and reaching around to nudge that waiting hole.

  He shivered and thrust his hips back the second my fingers breached him. But the kiss didn’t end. I spread him with a finger and my thumb, teasing more than probing. I’d have to go deeper to really make him sing while in such tight quarters. He was in no mood to wait for play. This was all about control for him. Maybe it was something primal. Him claiming me or showing dominance because when Jacob had reappeared in his life, he’d suddenly found himself meek again. While I had noticed and was willing to wait him out, it had taken a few days longer than I’d thought it would. And I had never expected him to jump me in the SUV after seeing his nutritionist.

  He grabbed my hand, pulling my fingers away from him and rising up enough to position himself above me, my cock nudging his entrance. I could have helped. Would have helped, if he’d allowed me. But he shook his head when I put my hands on his hips, so instead I rested them on his thighs.

  The heat of him swallowed me like a silken vise. Inch by torturous inch he slid lower, body taking me in until I was fully sheathed, and he shuddered, his ass clenching and releasing around me, adjusting to my girth. And that had been a new revelation, hadn’t it? That he liked to be stretched almost to the limit. An idea popped into my head as he lifted his hips and began an even rhythm, swinging just a little to apply th
e proper nudge to his prostate. His cock rubbed against my stomach, dripping trails of sticky liquid across my skin.

  He didn’t speak. He never really did during sex. Often I could reduce him to no other coherency than curses or those lovely moans that shook me to the core. That’s all he gave me now, lips nipping lightly against mine, voice lost amidst our grunts and sighs, which we shared from mouth to mouth. I tickled my thumbs up his inner thighs, noting the pause and resulting shiver, then the deeper clenching of him around my cock. I was close, so close. Fuck, I could come just from watching him ride me like some virtual reality without all the contact. The fact that his body clung to mine just made it harder for me to pull back from the edge. Not until he was close too. I’d know it by the expression on his face, the tension in his arms and shoulders, and the constriction of his ass around my dick.

  I traced a caress over his hip, letting him keep the rhythm he set, and palmed one plump asscheek before easing my fingers down his crease until I could feel where we were joined. I stroked at his entrance while he rode me, soothing and teasing, forcing almost pained noises from him, sounds just on the edge of begging. Then, giving him what he’d longed for, I slid a finger in alongside my cock, stretching him. He paused, gasping, and I wondered if it was too much. But his rhythm renewed in a frenzy now, and I angled my finger up, finding that small spot inside him and letting the head of my cock push me into it each time he moved his hips.

  I wasn’t going to last much longer. Not that it mattered if Ollie’s furious movements were any indication. His cheek pressed to mine, sweat trickling down his thighs, wetting my stomach and mixing with his precome.

  I was really about to blow, hoping Ollie would come with me, so I added a second finger, and that was it for both of us. I spurted into the condom as his body clenched around me, spasming and milking me. His heat hit my stomach, just below where he’d pushed up my shirt. He painted me through a handful of final thrusts until he came to rest, hips against mine, chest heaving. His head fell against my shoulder and I felt his hot breath tease my skin.

  “You killed me,” I whispered, turning my head to kiss his ear. I eased my fingers out of him. His body convulsed again like it was trying to keep me from escaping.

  “I love you,” he told me, turning his head back my way.

  “I would never have guessed,” I teased. I had to lift him slightly to ease out of him. His still-clenching body was too much on my now overly sensitive cock. He handed me a tissue from the box in the center console, but kept himself plastered against me, grinding his own come into my stomach and his sweater.

  I peeled off the condom, tying it with practiced ease and then wrapping it in the tissue. My flagging cock rested in Ollie’s crease, his body only occasionally twitching now. He was notorious for falling asleep after sex. I attributed it to the fact that when Ollie had sex, he threw himself into it with everything he had.

  “Hey,” I prodded him after my heart began to slow a little. “We’re still in a parking garage, remember?”

  He sighed and languidly lifted himself off me. I liked seeing the stains of our lovemaking smeared across his skin. He used a handful of tissues to clean up, and sadly pulled his underwear and shorts back on. There was no fixing the sweater. It had been a dark green and now wore several stripes of smeared white.

  He looked at me and I stared back in awe. The corner of his lips lifted in a sexy smile. He reached over and tucked me back in my pants, then leaned over to pull the seat forward so I could actually reach the pedals.

  “You short-circuited my brain,” I reaffirmed for him.

  “Do you want me to drive?”

  Reality sank in with the offer. “No.”

  He grinned.

  “You have come on your shirt,” I pointed out to him.

  He shrugged, pulled it off, and flipped it over. Since it was a cable-knit thing it didn’t look all that different, though the stain was no longer visible. “If Jacob notices, you can tell him we had sex in the car.”

  I frowned at him. “Did you have sex in a car with Jacob?”

  “Never,” Ollie promised.

  I studied him, at a loss for a moment about what to think. “Okay.”

  He dug a package of wet wipes out of the glove box and cleaned his hands, before reaching over to wash mine as well. Then he rewarded me with a sleepy, shy smile, tossed the dirty wipes in the bag behind the seat, and reached for my hand to hold.

  “Want to hit Codmother’s before we go see Jacob?” I asked, lacing my fingers through his. It had only been a few hours since we’d last eaten, but I was starving, likely from dining on cannabis oil yesterday. I drove us out of the parking garage.

  “Jacob loves Codmother’s,” Ollie said.

  “So do you,” I pointed out. He also hadn’t had them for months. “Maybe just some fish instead of the fries?” His stomach hated starches.

  “I don’t think I can eat the grease,” he told me honestly.

  “Okay, what about sushi?” I pointed to a very good sushi place we were near.

  “Sure. They have great to-go boxes, and we can bring some to Jacob too.”

  I bit my lip to keep from commenting that we really didn’t have any obligation to feed Jacob. He was a client, not a friend or family member. I pulled into the lot of the sushi place. But as long as Ollie ate, I’d be okay with feeding Jacob too. I leaned over the seat and pulled a plug-in cooler out from under the sunshade that lay across the center seats. “How about we get dinner while we’re at it?” It was almost three anyway. We were running late all-around today.

  Ollie nodded, grabbed the plug, and inserted it into the auxiliary unit in the console. We both got out and approached the building. He took my hand, holding it in a normal way instead of a death grip, and we walked in the door. “I missed sushi,” he told me. “And sashimi.”

  “Yeah? Get whatever you want. You know I’ll eat anything.” Except caviar, I hated caviar. But Ollie knew that. This lovely little place was known for the fresh fish and veggies, instead of mostly sticky rice and tuna. Expensive, but more than worth it. I picked up a smaller container, but handed him two larger ones. “We’ll get some for Jacob too. Let me know what he likes.”

  Ollie eyed me suspiciously for a moment but stepped up to the line and handed the boxes over to the waiter who’d be filling them with choice morsels. He was pickier about what he told me Jacob liked, but filled our boxes. The nearly hundred dollars in sushi was well worth it when we walked out with Ollie grinning ear to ear over our selections. He would eat them with chopsticks while sitting in my lap if I had any say at all. I got an extra side box to eat on the way to the hospital.

  Chapter Seventeen

  AT THE hospital I was surprised to find the security pretty tight, both from the police end, and from Duke’s pool of thugs/guards. We were stopped three times on our way up to Jacob’s room, but finally made it to greet the brick wall outside the door. Gollum. I sighed, waiting for a confrontation, but he barely glanced at us before stepping aside.

  Jacob was sitting up, headphones perched halfway on his head. One ear free, the other still covered. He looked better, not as strained as yesterday. I hoped it was healing more than pain medication, but his eyes were pretty normal. His smile was radiant. And it made me want to hit him. Not because it was patronizing or anything, but because it was real and he was aiming it at us. It was like Ollie’s smile could be—the sun breaking from behind clouds—unnervingly beautiful. I frowned at him.

  “Your family stop by?” I asked.

  He shrugged. “If they have I haven’t let them in. I’m sure they’re all at home. The doctor is going to release me.”

  “I thought they wanted you to stay,” Ollie said.

  “Yeah, but I don’t want to. I can rest at home.”

  “Maybe you should stay in a hotel,” I said. “Less people would have access to you.”

  “I want to sleep in my bed. There’s a lock on my bedroom door.”

  “And who has
a key?” I insisted.

  “Kisten and myself. That’s it. I told him to check on me at least once a day. That way if I die in my sleep, he’ll find me before I begin to stink.”

  I frowned at him. Ollie shook his head like it was something he was used to Jacob saying. “You still need to talk to the police.”

  “Already answered questions for the detective. I told him if he continues this farce against Kisten, I won’t play and I won’t file charges.” He crossed his arms over his chest like he was ready for a fight.

  “Then what is the point of hiring us?” I had to ask.

  “I hired you to find out who’s really behind all this. Kisten is not it. If that’s all you can do for me, then fine, we’re done.”

  Ollie squeezed my hand. He handed Jacob the small container of sushi. “Hungry?”

  Jacob eyed him warily.

  Ollie grinned. “Or hangry?”

  Jacob popped open the lid and let out a long sigh. “This, baby. This.” He fished out the set of chopsticks, separating them, and then popped the first piece into his mouth.

  “Not your baby,” I said, irritated.

  Jacob winked at me. Winked. This time I sighed. He was pushing my buttons on purpose. “So what are you going to do now?” I asked.

  “Other than eat this amazing sushi?” he inquired with a raised brow. “I intend to go home and sleep in my own bed. Maybe find a willing slave to tuck me in and rub my feet before I fuck them into the mattress.” He tilted his head, eyes gliding over me in a way that felt like he was assessing my fuckability, not my skill to guard him. “How about a little party? Just us three.”