Bollywood Bodyguard

by Lavinia Lewis

  Brent settled back and told Raj everything Jack had confessed to him, omitting nothing, and Raj listened without interruption. When he was done Brent closed his eyes and waited for Raj to digest the information.

  Would Raj blame him?

  He held his breath while he waited for the outcome. Did Raj hold him accountable for Jack’s actions and for not seeing what was going on right in front of his eyes?

  Did Raj even believe him?

  “I’m sorry,” Raj said quietly.

  Brent snapped his eyes open and met Raj’s gaze.

  Oh, God.

  Was this it?

  Brent’s heart was beating ninety to the dozen. Was this where Raj told him that he didn’t want to see him anymore? Brent was fighting hard not to throw up.

  “Sorry?” he queried, staring into the eyes of the man he now had no doubt he was in love with.

  And when the hell had that happened?

  “Yes.” Raj reached out and placed a hand on Brent’s knee. “I’m sorry you had to go through this. I hate that you were deceived by someone you trusted, someone you considered a friend.”

  “But…” Brent tilted his head to the side and stared at Raj, uncomprehending. “You don’t blame me?”

  Now it was Raj who looked confused. “Blame you? Why on earth would I blame you? None of this was your fault. You are as much the victim in this whole mess as me.”

  Brent shook his head.

  Maybe Raj hadn’t fully digested what he’d been told.

  “But I know Jack, or I thought I did. I should have seen through his lies. I should have realized what he was doing, and I most definitely should have been able to protect you but I couldn’t.

  “I didn’t do my job properly and you almost died as a result. I failed you.”

  “No! You didn’t fail me. You did everything in your power to protect me but you were misled, taken in by someone you thought you could trust.

  “I don’t blame you for that and you shouldn’t blame yourself.”

  Brent could hardly believe what he was hearing. Raj really didn’t blame him for what had happened. That truth was on proud display in Raj’s eyes.

  The relief Brent felt was immeasurable.

  Brent took a deep, calming breath.

  “Thank you for trusting in me—for believing me.”

  Raj smiled warmly. “Of course I trust you. I trust you with my life.”

  Brent returned the smile. “We’re going to have to discuss what you want to do with this information.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, do you want to talk to the police? Press charges against Jack and against Aakash?”

  Raj let out a long breath. “I didn’t think of that. I suppose I should, but I don’t know what to do for the best.”

  “You know it would stop Jack doing this to someone else if he were prosecuted…and Aakash, too.”

  “You’re right, of course. But so much has happened already, it’s a lot to deal with, you know? The IIFAs are in a month and there’s going to be the fallout from the press finding out about me.

  “I don’t think I could go through a lengthy court battle on top of all of that. I’d rather just put everything behind me and get on with my life.”

  “I’m not sure if you’re doing the right thing. Jack shouldn’t be allowed to get away with what he’s done.” Brent let out a long sigh. “But I know what you’ve been through recently.

  “I know how hard it’s been on you, and if that’s what you decide to do then I’ll go along with it.”

  Raj’s smile was brilliant. “Thank you for understanding.”

  “What about Aakash? What do you intend to do about him?”

  “I’ll fire him, of course. I wish there was something else I could do but I don’t think there is. Aakash has been under a lot of pressure lately trying to support his family since his mother took ill, but there’s no excuse for what he did.

  “I know that and I can’t have someone I don’t trust working for me in any capacity. I’ll have to let him go, but I think losing his job will be punishment enough.”

  “And Rahul? You know, he’s not my favorite person but I was wrong to accuse him tonight. I suppose I owe him an apology.”

  Raj sighed. “I need to apologize to Rahul, too. I should never have doubted him. He’s not my favorite person either but he’s a good agent. He’s always had my best interests at heart, even if the only reason for that was to make himself rich.

  “I guess we’ve needed each other these past years. The real question here is, what are you going to do about Jack?”

  “The problem is not Jack—it’s Jessie, his wife. Jack and I are through, of course. The business, our friendship—it’s all over—but Jessie is a different story.

  “It was her that introduced me to Jack when they started dating three years ago. She and I went to school together and she’s my best friend.

  “Jack said he’d tell Jessie what he did himself, and I allowed him that much but I haven’t spoken to her yet so I don’t know what she’s going to do about her relationship with him.

  “She loves him, but I know Jessie well and I don’t think this is something she can forgive him for. I hope more than anything that what has happened won’t ruin our friendship.”

  “I hope so, too. You don’t deserve that. You’re a good person and none of this was your fault. You shouldn’t have to suffer for what Jack did.

  “But I’m sure Jessie is your best friend for a reason. If she has a heart as big as yours, then she won’t hold what Jack did against you. How could she?”

  Raj smiled and all of Brent’s doubts, fears and insecurities melted away as though they’d never existed. As he continued to stare into Raj’s eyes and saw the absolute trust and conviction shining in them, Brent let out a strangled moan and pulled Raj roughly into his arms.

  He took hold of his face and pressed their lips together hard, kissing him deeply. He slid his tongue into Raj’s mouth for a taste of the man he was utterly addicted to. Raj’s kisses were like air to Brent…vital.

  Raj groaned and melted into the kiss, his entire body relaxing in Brent’s arms.

  Already breathing heavily, Brent pulled back and pressed his forehead against Raj’s.

  “Thank you,” he said, amazed he had the breath to speak at all. “Thank you for trusting me enough to believe me. I was so worried you wouldn’t.”

  “Of course I believe you. I care for you,” Raj shook his head. “No. It’s more than that actually. I’m falling for you, Brent, and falling hard.”

  Brent’s heart soared in his chest.

  He couldn’t have kept the grin from his face if he’d tried. His heart pounded heavily, the thud of it loud in his ears. Brent wasn’t sure he was ready to admit how he felt—it wasn’t the time to say the words—but they spilled out of his mouth anyway like a dam that had burst its banks.

  “I’m already there, Raj. I love you.”

  This time it was Raj who lunged forward and captured Brent’s mouth. He accepted the kiss, putting everything he felt into it. All of his relief, his passion, his love—it was all there in the press of his lips and the slide of his tongue. Soon, the kiss turned feral, frenzied.

  Brent clung to Raj, pulling ineffectually at his clothing, needing more.

  Raj took the hint and helped him out, which was a relief because Brent didn’t feel capable of coherent thought, let alone action.

  Raj released Brent’s lips and pulled his shirt off over his head. Brent watched his lover in an almost trancelike state, only dimly aware that he should be getting naked himself. But he couldn’t motivate himself to move, couldn’t take his eyes off Raj for a single second. Until, that was, Raj stopped midway through removing his pants and gazed over at Brent, eyebrows raised and a flirtatious smile playing on his lips.

  “How come I’m the only one getting naked here?”

  “I can’t help it,” Brent admitted. “I can’t do anything when you’re standing in f
ront of me like that. You’re mesmerizing and I love to watch you.”

  Raj’s grin turned positively wicked and Brent knew he was in trouble.

  “Oh. You like to watch, do you? Well, watch this.”

  Raj got up from the sofa and made a show of removing the rest of his clothing, excruciatingly slowly. He stripped for Brent, swaying his hips as he each new inch of flesh was revealed. When he was down to his underwear alone, he turned, giving Brent the perfect view of his lean, muscular back and firm, fine ass.

  Brent’s breath hitched when Raj slipped his white briefs down his legs slowly and bent down until he was practically touching his toes to take them off his feet. The view was something else.

  Brent let out an animalistic growl.

  He grabbed hold of the firm ass in front of him and drew Raj closer, running his tongue along the crevice between Raj’s cheeks and nipping it lightly with his teeth. He both heard and felt the groan and shudder that passed through Raj’s body and it thrilled him even more when Raj’s legs began to tremble beneath his fingertips.

  “Do you like that, Raj?” Brent didn’t give him time to answer.

  He pulled apart the cheeks of Raj’s ass and pressed his tongue firmly against Raj’s entrance. Raj’s groan was louder this time, raw. If Brent didn’t know better, he’d have assumed the man was in pain.

  But he knew better, all right.

  “Brent…”

  The single, rough-sounding word might have been a warning but Brent was certain it didn’t mean stop.

  He ploughed on, pressing his tongue more firmly against the tight little pucker until Raj’s muscles contracted and the tip of his tongue slipped inside.

  Brent wasn’t sure who groaned the loudest that time.

  He licked and teased Raj for long moments, gently at first and then more forcefully until he was fucking Raj’s ass with his tongue.

  “Turn around,” Brent commanded after a few more moments of fun.

  Raj did as he was told and the minute he stood up straight and twisted his body around Brent leant forward and took his hard, heavy cock into his mouth. He sucked it down to the base in one smooth, fluid stroke, until it nudged the back of his throat. He swallowed around it, taking it deep into his throat.

  Raj gasped, his hands quickly moving to Brent’s shoulders, fingers digging in bruisingly.

  Brent closed his eyes and got lost in the sensations.

  The taste, smell and texture of his lover’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth combined to send Brent into orbit. He picked up the pace, sucking on Raj in earnest. Holding on to Raj’s hips, he pulled him forward, encouraging the man to thrust in and out of his mouth at the pace that he wanted. The act became almost brutal, but Brent loved every goddamn second of it. All too soon Raj’s hand came up to fist in his hair and Brent felt Raj’s dick thicken and pulsate in his mouth, ready to spill its contents.

  “Brent, I…”

  Brent couldn’t bring himself to stop.

  He wanted Raj to come and he wanted it in his mouth.

  He sucked harder, pressing more firmly with his tongue and sliding one of his hands around from Raj’s hip to gently squeeze and roll his sac.

  That was all it took to send Raj over the precipice he seemed precariously balanced on.

  To Brent’s utter delight, Raj threw his head back and roared out his release, coming in long pulses down his throat. Brent closed his eyes and swallowed, blissfully accepting everything Raj had to give him.

  His own hard and long-forgotten cock twitched its approval and he reached down to squeeze it as Raj’s dick slipped from his mouth.

  “Oh, God, you taste so good,” Brent rasped.

  “Take your pants off, Brent.”

  Brent looked up at Raj with what he was sure was a dazed expression. “What?”

  “Take your pants off,” Raj repeated.

  Then he was moving through the living room and down the hall to the bedroom.

  For a moment Brent thought he should get up and follow, but Raj hadn’t told him to move, so he did what Raj had asked. Undoing his pants, he lifted his hips from the sofa, pulled them down his legs, and off his feet. His underwear got the same treatment. Before he had time to think about what he was doing sitting on the sofa buck naked, Raj returned brandishing a condom and a bottle of lube.

  Brent chuckled. “I like the way your mind works.”

  Raj grinned back. “I thought you’d appreciate this.”

  Pushing him back against the cushions, Raj snaked his hands into Brent’s hair and stole a heated kiss. He straddled Brent’s lap, then reached a hand down to grab hold of Brent’s cock and stroked it firmly. The touch made Brent insane with need and he groaned loudly, the sound getting swallowed by Raj’s enthusiastic mouth.

  The hand on his cock disappeared and Brent was about to protest but it soon returned, holding him in place as a condom was rolled onto his aching length. He shivered in anticipation, need overriding all other emotions. Raj pulled back from their kiss but held his gaze as he popped open the lid of the lube and squeezed some of the contents into his hand. When that hand came down to cover his cock, Brent bucked up into the touch, needing the friction to ease his ache.

  The lube felt blissfully cool against his overheated flesh, even through the barrier of the condom.

  Squirting more lube onto his fingertips, Raj leant forward and his hand disappeared behind his back to slick up his ass.

  Brent couldn’t resist.

  He reached his own hand back, tangling his fingers with Raj’s and found one buried deep inside Raj’s ass.

  He groaned and without conscious thought pushed his own finger in alongside Raj’s.

  Raj gasped.

  His eyes were dark with lust and wilder than Brent had ever seen them. Raj pushed down on Brent’s finger, trying to get more of it inside. Brent moved in and out in counterpoint to Raj’s movements. They worked in unison to stretch him but, when Raj leant forward to kiss him again, he removed his finger and Brent’s slipped out, too. The kiss stole Brent’s breath, making him almost dizzy, but he didn’t care—it felt too good to stop.

  When Raj finally released his mouth it was only to lift his body and position himself above Brent’s cock.

  Sweat rolled down Raj’s forehead but he paid no attention to it as he sank down and the head of Brent’s cock slipped inside his ass.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Brent panted, his eyes squeezing tight for a moment. “You feel so good.”

  Brent’s hands shook as he brought them to Raj’s hips to hold him in place and help lower him until his ass was pressed firmly against his thighs.

  Brent’s cock was as deep as it could go.

  Leaning forward again until his lips grazed Brent’s ear, Raj whispered,

  “It’s going to feel even better in a minute.”

  Raj wasn’t wrong.

  After what felt like an excruciatingly long moment, he lifted himself up then sank back down, causing Brent to cry out, his eyes snapping shut again while he tried to stave off his impending orgasm.

  Raj kissed him, his tongue slipping inside Brent’s mouth hungrily.

  Brent tried to count, to think of something, of anything other than how amazing Raj felt wrapped around him. The sensations in his cock spread throughout his entire body like a fire that couldn’t be put out. Brent knew he was fighting a losing battle. He knew something that felt this incredible couldn’t last forever, however much he might want it to.

  But there would be other times, many of them, and with that in mind Brent allowed himself to get lost in the touch, smell and taste of Raj. He pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath and, when he looked down, he saw that Raj’s cock was hard once again—or perhaps it had never gone soft—the bulbous tip of it leaking against his stomach.

  Removing one of his hands from Raj’s hip, he took the swollen head of Raj’s cock into his hand and stroked it firmly, keeping his movements in time with the rhythm of their hips and bodies.

  �
��Brent, please,” Raj groaned, his voice low and gravelly, a deep bass tone that made Brent’s cock throb.

  He quickened the pace of his hand and thrust up deeply inside his lover’s body. Every time Raj came down it was faster and with more urgency, and when Raj threw his head back and cried out Brent couldn’t hold out any longer. His left hand bit into Raj’s hip to hold him in place as he drove inside him once then twice.

  And then he was coming, his dick pulsing and shooting and emptying its contents inside Raj’s ass, filling the condom with his release.

  Midway through his orgasm, as the shudders racked his body, Raj grunted.

  Brent felt a wet heat against his stomach before Raj fell forward, collapsing against him in a boneless heap.

  He slid his arms up Raj’s back and held him close.

  He never wanted to let go.

  Chapter Thirty Six

  The quiet anticipation in the room was almost suffocating and Raj shifted nervously in his seat, unable to hold still.

  He made a move to wipe his clammy hands on the leg of his pants but stopped himself at the last moment and turned to his left.

  “Do you have a handkerchief, please?” he whispered hoarsely.

  Brent nodded, grinning back at him as he fished one out of his pocket and handed it to Raj. “Sure, use this.”

  Raj swept the handkerchief across his forehead first before wiping his hands on the white cotton cloth.

  “Will you relax?” Brent grinned and shook his head. “Anyone would think you’d never been to one of these events before.”

  Raj sighed. “Yes, I’ve been to them before, but this is different.”

  “How so?”

  Raj rolled his eyes and leaned in close to Brent’s side. “I wasn’t nominated for Best Actor the last time.”

  Brent’s grin broadened.

  He reached over and took hold of Raj’s hand, stroking his thumb over the palm. “I wouldn’t worry, handsome. It’s in the bag.”

  Raj burst out laughing but sobered almost instantly when he realized how loud his outburst had been.

  Brent’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

  Just wait until I get you back to the hotel room.