Charming Like Us (Like Us Series: Billionaires & Bodyguards Book 7)

by Krista Ritchie

  I breathe hard.

  The physicality of being intimate with Oscar is mind-blowing: his muscled body, his strength and control. His hand that grips my jaw as he kisses me—that alone just lights me on fire.

  But it’d be nothing without his all-consuming gaze that reads my reactions, my muscle spasms, that dives deeper and deeper, as though wanting to hold onto my core. My essence while we ride a wave together.

  I cup his jaw, my hand rising up to his hair, and my thumb traces the scar above his brow. Small but not as faint as the others.

  His nose flares in emotion. “You ready?”

  “Yeah.” Nerves prick me, and I inhale, exhale. He gently eases out the plug, and my cock twitches, wishing for that fullness again. “Should I…?” I’m about to turn around.

  “No.” Oscar catches my knee. “Stay there.” He positions a pillow under my lower back.

  I lean back and hold onto his ass again. Our chests and erections brush lightly while he leans down to kiss me. I edge his lips further open, tongues wrestling, and he grunts out an aroused noise as he pulls away to grab a condom.

  He tears the packet, sheathes himself, then lubes his length.

  I arch up. My body more impatient than my mind.

  Oscar rubs my thigh. “If I’m hurting you, you tell me to stop.”

  I nod, anticipation wound up.

  He grips himself and at the same time, crushes his mouth to mine in a levitating kiss. I feel him guide his veined cock into me. Pain pinches at first, and my legs shift.

  He stretches one higher, kisses deeper. I’m the recipient of pure, raw pleasure. It takes me aback. How much he’s giving me. How little I’m actually worried about his need.

  Oscar pushes in further—my breath catches.

  He waits.

  “Fuck, fuck.” I grip his ass. “Go deeper, Os.”

  He eases in more.

  Pain is gone. He’s bigger than the plug, but lube helps with the friction. Making the experience a blistering, head-spinning one. He thrusts.

  He’s thrusting.

  Jesus holy…

  His dominant hand strokes pleasure from my hardness between our chests, and he pumps and pumps. Our eyes stay locked when we’re not sharing primal kisses.

  I will let him fuck me again.

  He can tomorrow, even.

  And the next day.

  He works his hips. “Highland,” he groans against my mouth. We’re heavy grunts, sweat, and earnestness—feelings that carry us further and further.

  The friction inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He reaches my prostate, and I gasp on a noise I’ve never even made before now. “Os, Os.”

  Pleasure mounts all around me, and I close my eyes to stop myself from saying his full name. Hand to the back of his head, I tangle my fingers in his curls, then drop them back to his ass.

  The pace kills my senses as I feel him rock into me.

  His ass flexes against my palms. I squeeze his ass cheeks, and a husky, pleasured noise rumbles out of him.

  I slap his ass.

  He grins back at me while thrusting.

  I smile until a groan tears out of me. “Fuck,” I grit down. That feels amazing. Sweat builds on us, and he quickens and deepens his pace.

  Reaching the spot again.

  And again.

  Holy—

  And I come so hard, I almost black-out.

  “Fucking ah,” Oscar groans, thrusts one more time, two more times as he ekes out a climax, and his hand is still wrapped around me.

  I breathe too hard and glance down at our chests. Cum—my cum—is slick between our abs. My lips begin to lift.

  Oscar laughs out a heavy pant. “God, that was seriously A+++.”

  “I’d give you another plus.” I’m still scrounging for oxygen.

  “Don’t. Let me aspire to something,” Oscar grins, and gently, he pulls out and falls back next to me. I stretch my legs, our ankles hooking.

  We hold each other a little and talk about it.

  How much we enjoyed that, and the truth is, I’m starting to understand why I’m so caught up in the moment with Oscar. Why I come too easily when I never did in the past.

  It’s not that he has a “perfect touch”—though it feels like it—I’m just used to concentrating on someone else’s pleasure in bed. To feed their orgasm. To help them reach that place.

  Having sex with Oscar, I feel…selfish.

  My tongue weighs heavy when I consider bringing up my feelings. I’d much rather not ruin the moment. Sex on the floor in front of a fire in Greenland.

  With Oscar Oliveira.

  I couldn’t have written the script any better.

  Before we sleep, Oscar tells me, “Set your alarm for 5 a.m.; we’re getting our asses up early.”

  “What for?”

  “You’ll see.”

  I almost mention that Charlie is rubbing off on him with the lack of details, but exhaustion takes hold, and I fall asleep.

  26

  OSCAR OLIVEIRA

  “Best idea you’ve ever had,” Jack says in an aching sigh of relief.

  He lowers across from me into the steaming cedar hot tub. We’re out on the side-deck. Privacy walls and an overhead trellis block any potential onlookers, but we still have the same views of the iceberg-dotted sea out front.

  I skim his bruises and welts from afar.

  Ugh, that’s hurting my heart. I’m used to seeing men beat to hell after fights in a ring. And I might be too scarily desensitized to that, but when it comes to Jack, I’m not unfeeling.

  I flinched the first time I saw the welt on his thigh.

  I cringed at the one on his jaw like someone took a right-hook to my face.

  And I wished I brought lotion to Greenland for him. Looks like I’m gonna have to start packing extra crap for Highland. He can’t remember to bring anything he really needs—besides his camera equipment.

  I think he’d leave a tooth behind before his ultra-wide lens.

  “That’s what they call me,” I banter. “The idea machine.”

  Jack flashes a smile as he leans back, arms spreading over the circular wood edge. Biceps sculpted and on display. “Yeah? They call me something too.”

  I give him a look. “Don’t say it.”

  “Homewrecker—”

  I dash over to Jack in the water, cupping a hand across his mouth. “Love nicknames for you. Hate that one.”

  His smile softens against my palm. Cold nips my skin as I stand over him, submerged only waist-down, and his honey-brown eyes roam over my hard, bare chest. And lower.

  We’re naked, and I’m two seconds from reaching into the water and gripping him.

  A noise swerves my head.

  My phone buzzes on a high-table, one that I pushed against the hot tub. Just in case Charlie wakes up and calls.

  Fuck.

  I drift away from him.

  “Charlie is already awake?” Jack asks, and I hear his faint sound of disappointment.

  Damn, I feel cheated from the moment I created. “I thought he wouldn’t get up before 7.”

  He glances at the sky. “The sun is up. That could’ve changed his mind.”

  Reaching out, I seize my phone. And the verdict is…

  “Not Charlie,” I tell him. “Akara texted a date and time for Omega’s next security meeting.” I read more. “It’s prep for the huge charity golf tournament that all the families are attending.”

  Jack nods. “Yeah, I got the WAC production schedule for that event. I’m supposed to be shooting Moffy and Jane more than anyone. Which is an issue since Moffy’s not around Charlie that much, and I was hoping to get some footage for Born into Fame.”

  I take a seat across from him again. “Why can’t you just go follow Charlie and say it’s for We Are Calloway but use it for the side project?”

  “Because the other execs will know that’s what I’m doing. Moffy and Jane’s life largely makes air, so it’s worth the time and money t
o follow them. Charlie’s one-word responses and non-answers aren’t, and he’s been opening up more but there’s still content I can’t even use.”

  Like the theatre, I realize.

  Where Charlie knocked a bastard off a ladder.

  I slouch to dunk my shoulders in the warm water. “He might not even go to the charity golf thing.”

  “He went to the Fun Run,” Jack says, “and several other H.M.C. Philanthropies events. He said it’s an obligation.”

  “He’s been known to skip that obligation a lot.”

  Jack sighs. “I hope he goes. It’d be good footage.” He stares off in producer La La Land, then shakes his head. “Anyway…” His eyes glitter on me. “I have a question about you.”

  And I definitely want to hear this. “Shoot.”

  “How’d the giant age-gap happen between you and your other siblings? Did your parents plan you?”

  “Oh yeah,” I nod. “I was the firstborn love of their lives.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously,” I grin. “They had me a few years after their marriage, during the height of my dad’s boxing career. He learned to box from a family friend, since my uncles are more trained in jiu-jitsu. But because my parents traveled a lot for fights, they just had me.” I explain that my mom’s a personal trainer, but not in boxing. More cardio and weights. And then I add, “Once my dad retired and became a trainer, they decided to have more kids. Then came along the baby bro and sis.” I nod to him. “What about you?” My chest elevates, loving that I can volley the question back to Highland.

  That he has the same ten-year age-gap.

  I also ask, “Did they plan you?”

  “No,” he laughs. “I was a complete surprise. My mom had me when she was twenty, and if it were up to my parents, they would’ve waited until thirty like they did with the kid they did plan.” Jesse.

  I lean back. “You were a surprise to me too, Highland.”

  He smiles a ninety-watt smile. “Well, I love surprising you.” He gestures me forward with a couple fingers.

  Call accepted.

  I come over.

  Our mouths crash together with slow, sensual speed. Pulse thumping, I draw out the languid temp with my touch. My hand sinks down his abs beneath the water, and I wrap my fingers around his hardening length.

  Jack groans out a, “fuck,” against my lips.

  I eat him up. His ragged breath, his hand that returns to his head, his body that flexes up in need of more. He’s too much. My cock rouses, a firm ache contracting around me.

  Yeah, I want to fuck him, even more after being inside him last night. The idea of having sex with Jack is high-tier. The actual reality shot the idea out of the fucking atmosphere.

  “Oscar.” He holds my face, his chest heaving for oxygen. So I figure he needs to catch his breath. He squeezes my ass. A gruff aroused noise stirring in my lungs, and I resist jerking him off more.

  What I’ve learned about Highland: he’s a mix of playful and passionate. A combo I’m starting to enjoy and need like a daily dose of Vitamin D.

  He wets his lips. “You want to fuck me?”

  My muscles constrict. “No doubt, Long Beach.” I kiss his jaw and then grin seeing his rising smile. “Wait here.” I climb out of the hot tub, cold biting my flesh, but I go inside to grab a condom and lube. Not like I thought he’d want to hook up so soon after his first time.

  I must’ve fucked him really good.

  Confetti might as well be raining down on me knowing just how much he enjoyed last night. And when I walk back outside on the side-deck, I come up on a beautiful picture.

  Jack has his strong arms folded over the cedar edge, leaning forward and overlooking the teal sea. Steam skates across the water in the hot tub, cocooning him in a field of vapor.

  Being a bodyguard has awarded me this trip and luxury with Jack. I’m a thankful fucker right now. That he’s in production. That he can be here with me while I’m working and he’s working.

  His smile brightens on me. He’s about to spin around as I walk around the hot tub, but I say, “Don’t move. Stay like that.”

  Arousal parts his lips, and his broad shoulders tighten. The tension could either be from nerves or desire. Admittedly, I have trouble gauging which.

  So I ask, “You alright with that?”

  He nods, and his eyes glue to my body as I easily sheath my erection with a condom and lube myself. He asks, “You’re implying that you’re about to take me from behind, right?”

  “Yep.”

  His nose flares, definitely desire. “Let’s go there.”

  His ass is definitely adventurous. I grin at the words in my head. Heat has already bathed me before I even return to the water.

  But I’m stepping back into the hot tub now, more warmth ascending my legs, my waist, my abs. I come up behind Jack, my chest melding to his toned back, and when he turns his head slightly, we catch each other’s lips in a sweltering kiss.

  Muscles burning, my cock is a torturous distance from his ass, and I force myself not to take him so fucking fast.

  I use the moment to tease him open with my finger. His breath hitches, breaking a kiss.

  “You alright?” I ask against his lips.

  He nods once. “That felt amazing.” His voice is choked like he’s already on the brink. He faces Disko Bay. He’s about to put a hand on his head, and as fucking sexy as that habit of Highland’s is, I lie my arm over his folded arms. Keeping them on the cedar edge of the hot tub.

  We’re closer, braced stronger together, even more so when I edge my way carefully into Jack. His body contracts, and I hold off for a second, kissing his deltoid.

  He’s breathing hard. “Can I do anything for you?” he asks.

  I begin pumping my hips. “Just enjoy the ride.” I enter further, my cock disappearing inside Jack—the sensation electrifies every sensitive nerve, and he responds with a sharp pleasured noise that bows him forward. I hold him tighter to my chest.

  My body takes over on instinct, doing what feels best, and I thrust in a hypnotic rhythm up against him. Inside him. Rocking causes the water to ripple. Creating waves around us, and my jaw brushes his jaw as I flex further.

  Christ.

  Jack groans, “Os.”

  I stroke his mouth-watering erection beneath the water, and I tilt my head to try and see him better. His eyes are shut in pure euphoria. Jagged breaths emit between his parted lips, and I clench my teeth as a groan barrels through me.

  Attraction is a hot torch fusing us together.

  He opens his eyes onto me, and we kiss once before the pleasured sounds leave us both. I circle my hips a little, then pound his ass faster.

  “Uh, fuck,” he gasps.

  Shit. I slow.

  He looks up out at the sea, then back at me, nodding. He’s alright. We kiss, and I return to my quickened pace. Each thrust forward, water splashes over the lip of the hot tub.

  I rub him and give his balls a squeeze.

  He makes a surprised, heavenly noise like he’s met an angel.

  “Jack,” I groan huskily, lowly. Being inside him is lighting me up, but so is being this close. My chest against his back, my arm around his arms. Thrusting and bringing him with the movement. We are on a ride together, and I might be at the helm but it’d be nothing without him.

  I climb up the highest peak. On the edge. Three more deeper thrusts along with my hand feeding Jack more pleasure, and we hit a climax.

  His orgasm shatters him forward. I hold tighter, feeling his muscles spasm and ripple against my build. Fuck.

  Fuck.

  I imprison breath, black spots in my vision. On instinct, I pump to milk that last bit of pleasure left, and I take my arm off his arms.

  “God,” Jack chokes, resting his forehead on his folded arms—he takes a hot second to come down. All the strain and ache in his sore muscles look gone. “I could get used to that after long shoots.” He clarifies, “Not the hot tub.”

 
; “Hear that, cock,” I say as I slowly pull out of Jack, “you outrank a hot tub.”

  “Not just your cock,” Jack breathes, running his fingers through his hair, wetting the strands. “All of you, Os.”

  My chest rises. Sure, Highland always knows just what to say to flatter me, but there is sincerity in his deep words and brightening smile. One that actually fades.

  He exhales a breath, his eyes dripping down me with a look I can’t decipher. I’m not a motherfucking archeologist. As much as I wish I could excavate Jack Highland in a second-flat, we’re just now crossing into something new for him. And it’s new for me to do it with him.

  He faces me fully and tries to smile, and that one vanishes even faster in a heavy silence.

  What the fuck.

  My internal organs have just fled my body. I cannot leave my fucking heart in Greenland. “Something’s wrong,” I realize out loud.

  “Nothing’s wrong,” he says lightly. Sounds like the truth.

  “Something’s bothering you then,” I rephrase and hold his waist.

  He shudders from a chill in the air. To stay warm, we sink deeper in the center of the hot tub. Water rises up to our chests.

  Jack clutches my ass cheeks with both palms. Which is making me not freak the fuck out. He’s touching my ass, he can’t be regretting what just happened. Don’t care if that logic is a stretch, I’m stretching this shit between multiple continents.

  He finds the words. “We just had sex again. And again, I did nothing to help you. I feel like a jackass with how much of a selfish partner I’m being.”

  “Selfish?” I extend a hand towards the lip of the hot tub where we just made serious love. “You let me inside of you, which sounds like a fucking selfless act to me.”

  He shakes his head. “I didn’t think of it like that.”

  “How’d you think of it?”

  “From my perspective, I’m barely focused on your need.”

  I nod. “Probably because you know I’m going to get mine. I’m in control, so you’re not wrapped up in trying to get me off. You don’t need to.”