Rock Hard

by Bonnie Dee

  ROCK HARD

  Bonnie Dee

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  Rock Hard

  Bonnie Dee

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © September 2008 by Bonnie Dee

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  ISBN 978-1-59632-777-1

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  Editor: Barbara Marshall

  Cover Artist: Marci Gass

  Chapter One

  The new bodyguard her father had insisted on assigning her looked like a block of hewn granite and had just about that much personality. He was a rock, with hard, black, almond eyes, a sharp blade of a nose, and cheekbones that appeared ready to break through his skin. His jaw could stop a truck, and his lips were so tight and straight you could use them as a ruler. If coal were shoved up his ass, he’d press out diamonds. Only his sleek black hair showed a hint of unruliness as random strands fell across his forehead.

  “I’m sorry, miss. It’s for your safety. The situation isn’t stable right now.”

  Leelah glared at the man in the charcoal gray suit before slamming the door closed in his face. Retreating into the riotous garden of colors decorating her bedroom, she flopped on the bed and gazed at the star-spangled ceiling before turning on the comset implanted in her ear.

  “Trianne Abet.” She said her friend’s name aloud and the comset connected them.

  “Hey, babe, what’s up?” It was a strain to hear Trianne’s voice above the background noise of a party. “Where are you? You need to get your ass over here.”

  “Can’t.” Leelah picked at her purple bedcover. “Would you believe this shenje? Almost twenty-five years old and I’m basically grounded.”

  “What?”

  “They’re not letting me leave the compound. We’re on high alert, so this new guy has me on lockdown. There’s always a threat! I’ve spent my entire life with the fear of kidnapping. When will I be allowed to really start living my life and making some kind of difference in the world?”

  “Stop it!” Trianne’s shriek echoed in Leelah’s head, and she dialed down the comset. “Sorry. Burdah’s grabbing my boob. Listen, your dad’s practically the ruler of the Free Worlds. You should know the drill by now. Remember when you were twelve? There was that uprising that never came to anything, but you got out and met me and we had a sanshi day together at the beach. Are you telling me as a grown woman you can’t manage to shake your bodyguard and come have some fun?”

  “This guy’s different. He’s like a hawk.” She thought of Ja-hun’s dark eyes, constantly in motion, watching everything at once. Taking in every detail, giving nothing back. A shiver of arousal peaked her nipples as she wondered what fucking such a cold man would be like ‑‑ enough to frost her pussy, no doubt. “Besides, this is not just about partying, although it sounds like you’re having a helluva good time. I could actually be useful there, serving a diplomatic function.”

  “Oh, yeah, intergalactic relations. You’re good at that. There’s this guy from Anu, named Danje, who you’ve got to meet. He’s gorgeous.”

  The mental picture of a golden Anuvian male wouldn’t come into focus. It kept being supplanted by Ja-hun’s granite face. “I’ve tried everything, but I can’t get this bodyguard to bring me.”

  “Try harder.” There was a loud laugh, then Trianne said, “Gotta go,” before abruptly ending the transmission.

  Leelah sighed. If her father weren’t in the middle of a summit meeting, she’d call and get him to order Ja-hun to let her out of house arrest. Daddy understood parties really were about more than socializing. Because of the big event tomorrow evening, royals and dignitaries from worlds across the galaxy were on NewEarth. Many of the young people from those prominent families would be at Burdah Garan’s party today. Building connections with them was important. She could influence policy, sway future decisions, and get them to open their pocketbooks to fund some of her father’s new programs. If she happened to have some fun at the same time, that was icing on the cake.

  She kicked her legs against the bed for a few moments, venting her frustration, then called up the vid screen only to find nothing interesting on. At her command, the screen disappeared, revealing the scarlet-draped wall behind it again. Staring at the wall, she wondered if it was time for a makeover on her room. The profusion of brilliant colors ‑‑ vermilion, indigo, ochre, sapphire, and iridescent green ‑‑ was exciting, but hardly restful. Maybe that was why she had so much trouble sleeping at night. Even the starry sky on her ceiling didn’t lull her. She was always shifting and moving, too full of energy to relax.

  A head-listener would probably find all sorts of interesting things in her psyche, but she refused to go to one. She didn’t want some stranger poking around inside her. What she wanted right now was to be at the party with Trianne and her other friends. She wanted to help her father in his campaign of change and knew just how to lay out his plans so the younger set would really pay attention. She could be an invaluable tool for him, if he’d just give her free rein.

  The only thing standing between her and what she wanted to accomplish was that wall of stone in the hallway outside her bedroom: Ja-hun, the rock-hard bodyguard. The thought of him infuriated her, but also made her incredibly horny. His broad shoulders, big hands, and stoic face had filled her sexual fantasies ever since he’d gotten here. Imagining how he’d look stripped of that somber suit, all chiseled muscle and sleek, tawny skin, made her pussy ache.

  She squeezed her thighs together against the pulsing and cupped her breasts, squeezing the small, round globes and plucking at the nipples through the fabric of her shirt. She glanced down at the effect of erect buds pressing into the clinging material. What would happen if she opened the door and called Ja-hun into her room from his post in the hallway on some pretext? He was a man, not a rock ‑‑ maybe. Surely his gaze would slip down to her chest, and a light of interest would spark in those remote eyes. His dick might harden, another block of granite bulging in the front of his pants.

  As Leelah pictured his arousal, she squeezed her legs together tighter and pulled her nipples harder. She’d been around the guy less than a week, and he intrigued her in a way men seldom did. As a rule, the male sex was pretty easy to figure out and very easy to manipulate. But Ja-hun was such an enigma, so emotionless and reserved that she kept jabbing him with verbal barbs to see if she could get him stirred up.

  She’d never been a spoiled princess, dallying with the help. She’d always known that her bodyguards, as they came and went throughout the years, were there to provide a service of protection, not to be teased or toyed with ‑‑ although she had cajoled Drummond into playing endless games of jabarta
when she was eight. But Ja-hun had invaded her mind. She found herself speculating about how he’d be in bed and reaching for her vibrator in the nightstand drawer.

  Leelah raised her top over her breasts so she could stroke naked flesh while imagining Ja-hun’s long-fingered, elegant hands fondling her tits. She flipped up the hem of her skirt and pulled off her panties, then began working her fingertip over her clit. Her pussy was already slippery wet from her daydreams of her bodyguard. She dipped a finger into her channel and spread the moisture over her labial lips.

  When she’d tickled her clit until her hips lifted toward her hand and her pussy ached for fulfillment, Leelah finally turned her vibe on and inserted it into her entrance. Her inner muscles clenched around the softly pulsing penis. It was the best money could buy, with a texture and movement so similar to the real thing she could easily imagine it was Ja-hun’s cock plunging into her depths. Hell, the vibe was probably better hung and certainly less trouble than most men. She should be glad to spend an afternoon with it ‑‑ even if it didn’t give her a kiss or say thanks afterward.

  As she pumped the sex toy in and out of her body, she again pictured her bodyguard out of his sober gray suit. Underneath the jacket she was sure there were muscles like iron bands. He had the kind of body that was solid but not bulky, and she imagined his skin would be golden-tan all over. If he was on top of her now, his hard chest crushing her breasts, their skin would glide together. His obsidian eyes would be alive with electric sparks instead of their usual flat calm as they gazed into hers.

  The aching tension swirling inside her grew stronger as the images of her fantasy grew sharper and more detailed. The buzzing vibrator hit a spot deep inside that was just right and sent sparkles of delight through her. Leelah moaned. Hah, couldn’t trust a real man to hit that sweet spot. But then, the vibrator didn’t make those intoxicating grunts and groans that a man did.

  A few more thrusts and she’d brought herself up to the peak. Letting go, she took the plunge down the other side, releasing all her tensions, irritations, and worries as she cried out her pleasure. More than cried ‑‑ Leelah actually shrieked, which explained why her bodyguard burst into the room a second later.

  She froze with the faux cock buried deep between her legs, her body arching off the bed and her mouth still open. Ja-hun also froze, a zynpher half drawn from its holster beneath his jacket. He stared at her, glanced around the room as though there might be hidden intruders, then stared at her again. But he didn’t blink once, and not a spark flickered in his black eyes. No expression disturbed his rocky countenance.

  He put the zynpher back into its holster, and his jacket fell forward, concealing it again. “Pardon me.” His voice was low and as smooth as glass. He dipped his head in apology and withdrew from the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

  Leelah’s orgasmic high evaporated like scattered raindrops on hot pavement. She pulled the still-pulsing vibrator from her pussy and threw it across the room at the door. It clattered to the floor before it reached that far. Forget the granite comparison. The new bodyguard was a fucking block of ice.

  Ja-hun stood outside his new charge’s door breathing heavily, his heart pounding and the blood rushing in his veins ‑‑ right to his cock, as a matter of fact. It was ridiculous. He was like a boy when it came to that girl, losing control over his body’s reactions and the discipline governing his mind.

  This glorified babysitting position should have been the easiest job ever. He’d taken the position for a chance to breathe, regroup, and think about what he might do with the rest of his life. Instead, keeping Leelah safe was turning into a nightmare. Not because he thought she was in any imminent danger, but because his hormones burst like fireworks whenever he looked at her.

  But then what man wouldn’t be affected by the sight of a woman with a vibrator buried in her pussy and her naked breasts jutting into the air? Her sprawled legs, her tangled brown hair, her flushed cheeks, and pouting lips between which he could see just a flash of white teeth, her dark-lashed topaz eyes, and her round, perky, rose-tipped breasts… Erotic images flashed in his mind.

  Her shirt pushed up above her breasts. Nipples erect. He’d wanted to dive right in and lick them. And her naked legs and bare feet spread far apart, affording him an explicit view of every part of her anatomy. The lips of her cunt stretched wide while her swollen labia and glistening lips gripped a fake cock ‑‑ one he would have been happy to replace with his real erection.

  “Gnnh.” He groaned and closed his eyes, but couldn’t shut out the shifting images. When he’d stood staring at her, his cock had swelled to massive proportions, pressing hard against his fly. He prayed Leelah hadn’t seen the fast-growing bulge in his pants or registered the surge of lust reflected in his face. He knew his eyes hadn’t widened in shock, nor had his mouth gaped; Ja-hun was too well schooled in concealing his emotions for that, but he still felt like his desire must have been emblazoned on his features.

  A job. She’s just another job. He’d reminded himself of this every day since he’d begun working for President Rogent Blaine, but it didn’t take. Only six days into the job and he was in turmoil over a headstrong, bad-tempered little bitch he usually wouldn’t give a moment’s thought to. What the hell was happening to him? “Sex-need-want” throbbed through him in an unending mantra, replacing his former credo, “discipline-calm-control.”

  Maybe his loss of perspective had something to do with the fact that his last job had been as protector to Crin-tai, the scum-of-the-earth little weasel who controlled two-thirds of the Jens Quadrant. He hadn’t been around an attractive female in too long. That was the problem.

  Ja-hun glanced down the empty hallway, grabbed his dick through his trousers, and rubbed its length roughly. He needed some relief and couldn’t have it here where anyone might appear from one of the doorways or around the corner.

  He activated the comset with his voice. “Stedman.”

  “Yes, sir.” The “sir” was grudging and bordered on being a disrespectful slur. Nigeri Stedman hadn’t been happy about Ja-hun’s hiring, feeling that it belittled the job his safety team was already doing for the Blaines.

  “I’m taking a break. Send someone to replace me.” Just a few minutes to himself to do some deep breathing and get his head on straight again, that’s all he needed. Please don’t let the bitch come out here and confront me about what I walked in on ‑‑ or worse, parade around in her skimpy little outfit, flaunting her breasts and mocking me.

  Stedman didn’t deign to reply, but a young guard, Pratt, showed up to take Ja-hun’s place a few minutes later.

  “I’ll be back in an hour.” Ja-hun walked quickly down the hall toward the room that he’d been given for the duration of this assignment.

  Closing the door behind him, he breathed in the cool, mashiki-scented air of the quiet room. It was a soothing haven decorated in shades of gray, which made entering the dimly lit interior somewhat like walking into a fogbank. Since Ja-hun liked solitary walks on misty, rainy days, the ambiance suited him perfectly.

  Moving away from the door, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over a chair, kicked off his shoes while loosening his tie, then collapsed across the memofoam bed. It was the most comfortable mattress he’d ever slept on, conforming perfectly to his body, not overly soft like the bed in his room at Crin-tai’s or hard like the cot in the prison cell on D’jeering.

  A few moments’ rest and a mental reminder of why he was here would center him. Rogent Blaine had heard about his work guarding one of the biggest businessmen in the galaxy, Crin-tai, and had hired Ja-hun as a special consultant to his regular safety staff. With increased threats from anonymous sources, possibly tied to the Insurgent Alliance, Blaine had wanted to ensure his daughter’s safety. Since the threats had specifically targeted her, Ja-hun was hired to watch Leelah around the clock.

  He couldn’t really blame the girl for thinking his stationing himself in the hall outside her room was over
kill. Maybe if someone had shared with her the intensity of those messages, she’d understand that the danger wasn’t exaggerated. Venturing out of the compound simply to attend a friend’s party was an unnecessary risk, but to a young woman as vivacious as Leelah, being sequestered must be excruciatingly boring.

  Still, she’d found a way to pass the afternoon, hadn’t she? Once more, the images of the young woman sprawled half naked across her bed, pleasuring herself, rose in his mind. His cock, which had flagged to half-staff, surged upright again. He pulled up his shirt and slid his hand down his stomach to open the fly of his trousers.

  Freeing his cock from its cloth prison, he grasped his shaft at the base and pulled, a long, slow stroke all the way to the tip. The purple, swollen head was already leaking precum, white, pearly drops rolling from the slit down the soft curve. Up and down the length he moved his hand in hard, almost punishing strokes. His hips jerked in time to the rhythm, and his breathing was fast and shallow. He wanted it over quickly and took no pleasure in masturbating ‑‑ other than the obvious one of achieving orgasm. He’d come to view sex as simply a biological function he had to serve now and then with either a one-night encounter or his own hand.

  Ja-hun had long ago weeded out useless emotions like lust from his character. They didn’t help him accomplish the kinds of jobs for which he was usually hired ‑‑ jobs that made guarding the Blaine princess look like spun-sugar frosting. In his youth, he’d become skilled at wet work, killing for a negotiated fee. But as he’d grown older, he’d decided to offer himself as a protector rather than an assassin. With Crin-tai, there’d been a thin line between business and crime, and Ja-hun had still occasionally acted as a hired gun. This job with the Blaines was supposed to begin a new, cleaner phase of his life.

  He hadn’t counted on Leelah’s dynamic personality ruffling his calm sea like a stormy gale. Her lithe body, so taut and youthful, her sweet, round breasts, her laughing mouth and upturned nose, and those nearly golden eyes proclaiming her Anu heritage bored into him like a drill bit, seeming to shine a searchlight into his very soul.