My Guardian Angel (13 page)

“Just one sip was all I asked.” I pouted and took my tray to the garbage. He followed close behind.

“Too bad,” he mouthed and smirked.

I stuck out my tongue at him and began to leave him behind.

“Don’t be like that, babe. I saved you from unnecessary calories.”

I stopped in my tracks and jerked my head as I stared him down.

“Calories? Are you implying something?” I knew he wasn’t, but I was going to play him as best as I could.

He laughed. “Yeah
, sure.” He ran up to me, lifted me over his shoulder and jogged with me to a cab. He put me down and kissed my forehead, opening the car door for me.

“Come on, get in
. We’ll need to burn off the rest of the calories we just ate.” He smirked.

Damn him and my libido.
I eased into the cab and we headed to my place.

Upon opening the front door, I could feel him close behind. His heat radiated off his body, nearly burning my skin as I stood there in my doorway. I stepped inside as Jason quietly closed the door. The moment I heard the click of my lock, I knew I was his.

His
duffle bag dropped and his hands slowly feathered up my arms into my hair. My head fell back exposing my neck, allowing Jason access to me. He dipped his lips on the side of my neck and began licking and sucking away. The fire he started in the park ignited into a blaze of heat and desire. He pulled on my hair, making me wield to his control.

“My woman!”
he growled as he bit into my neck. His hands drifted down to where my shirt ended. He slid his hands underneath and lifted it over my head. The touch of his fingers on my ribs nearly made me come. He pushed my hair off to one side and unclipped my bra. With his fingertips, he gently eased off the straps, exposing my breasts. He knelt down behind me and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down with my panties. I stood naked in the doorway of my home, waiting for anything he wanted to do to me.

Still kneeling, he glided his fingers up my leg towards my pussy and began to play with me.
I moaned at his touch.

“Stay still
,” he commanded in a low, hushed voice. He pushed my legs wider to have more access to me. His finger circled my nub, making me move.

“Stay still, I said!”
he bit out as he reached for my hair and pulled. He stood up from behind me. The hand which held my hair now moved across my breasts, slowly kneading them as my nipples began to peak.

“You smell so good
, Kassia.” He leaned in closer, his body now pressed up against me, as he stood behind me. His fingers dug deep inside me, spreading apart my wet folds. “I can feel how ready you are for me. Tell me you want me,” he growled, taking my breast in his one hand and squeezing.

“I want you
,” I moaned.

“Who do you want
, Kassia?” he commanded.

“Jason, I want Jason.”

He groaned in approval.

His hand released my breast and moved from behind me
. I could hear the zipper of his jeans, the sound echoed through my home and through my sensitive ears. My body was a live wire, waiting for Jason. His other hand left my thoroughly worked pussy, as he removed his shirt and threw it on the ground in front of me. He lowered me down onto his shirt.

“Get on all fours
,” he grunted. I lowered myself down onto my hands and knees. My ass was now up in the air.

Jason then slapped my
ass cheek. A rippling wave of pleasure began to move through me. He took his hard cock and let it rest on my ass. The burning heat, which emitted from his cock, nearly seared me. I wiggled a little, but Jason would have none of that. He slapped the other cheek and removed himself from my body.

“Be a good girl
,” he said quietly.

He waited and then surged inside me. He hammered at me, almost demanding more from my body.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he moaned as he grabbed onto my hips and held on. His hand glided up my back to my shoulder, all the while pushing me down further. “That’s what I want to see, your ass in the air. Your fuckin’ beautiful ass,” he managed to say between his thrusts. He smoothed over one cheek and spanked it. Jason then moved in a slow tantalizing way as he pushed in deep inside me and then pulled out, only to push back in harder.

“God, Jason
. I'm going to come,” I barely was able to say.

“Good baby, that’s what I want to hear. Who makes you
come, Kassia?” he asked as he found my clit and began working it. I bucked up and began losing control.

“Who?”
he barked.

“You. Only you
,” I whispered in a tormented voice.

“I'm fuck
in’ close, Kassia. I want you to come.” He moved quicker, his thrusts barely having any control as he plunged inside me. My pussy pulled him in, as my orgasm rippled through me, making me cry out. Jason continued to fuck me, even after he came hard inside me. His thrusts were slower as he released my sore hips. He pushed me down and laid on top of me, his sweat dripped down my back to my neck.

“I missed you
,” he whispered. I smiled, loving the feeling I was having right now in his presence. He scooped me up and carried me to the counter.

“Um
, baby, I need to go to the bathroom,” I said, trying to move away from him.

“Kassia…” He stopped and looked up at me, his eyes sad.

“What?”

He looked away and then back again at me. He placed both his hands on either side of me. “I forgot the condom
,” he said slowly.

“It’s
okay. I'm on the pill.” I smiled and kissed him on his forehead. “As long as you’re clean,” I added. His face changed and he huffed.

“Are you serious? Do you have any idea how much I wanted to feel your pussy on my dick? God! I almost came as I slid into you.”
His words instantly made me wet again. “That’s it! You’ve been a bad girl and I'm going to make sure I feel your hot, wet pussy around my cock all night,” he said rather crossly.

“Hmm.” I held up my finger to my cheek. “I have been a bad girl and you should punish me, over and over again.” I smiled. He threw me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs, for what he called a bad girl reprimand.

Darios

My body ached as I stretched out and felt Jason lying down next to me. Man, he could be rough with me when he wanted to. He was fast asleep, his tattooed arm over his head, giving me a perfect view of his upper body. I reached out my fingers and slowly feathered his stomach. The small mounds, which made up his abs, were clear for me to touch. He stirred for a moment. I pulled back my hand, afraid I might have woken him up. Jason was still asleep. My ogling hadn’t awoken him. Like a moth to a flame, my hand slowly went out to continue its exploration. His nipple piercings were two little barbells. I gently touched the two tiny silver balls, which peeked out on either side of his nipples.

“Hmm
,” he said sleepily. Okay, maybe I did wake him up. I pulled back my hand but he grabbed it.

“Don’t stop
,” he said as he held my finger tightly.

“I woke you up
,” I said begrudgingly.

I wanted more time with him as he slept.
He looked so innocent with his boyish features almost showing.

“Yeah
, you did, but in the best way.” He turned over and pulled me into his chest, his arms wrapping themselves around me like a vise. He breathed in deep as he inhaled my scent. He growled as he held me.

“You smell so good
,” he burrowed his head deeper into my shoulder. I smiled. I felt so safe with him, with his powerful arms around me, caging me in. It was exactly what I had always wanted.

“So
, what do you want to do today?” I asked. He pulled back a little to see my face.

“I can think of something.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
I giggled.

“Enough! I hardly slept last night because of you.” I acted miffed. As if! Like I would be angry about having hot
, wild sex with my boyfriend, who was a SWAT officer and younger than me.

Jason insisted that we go to the gym. I was about to argue with him until I saw him wearing the bottom half of his tracksuit and nothing else. Yum, I thought as I watched him.

“Are you done drooling? Can we go now?” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and got up to get ready.

I walked into the gym; bimbo Jessica was at the reception; her fake smile leaving the moment she saw me.

“Hi Kass.” Her voice sounded like a
high-pitched squeal.

“It’s Kassia
,” I said, none too pleased as I scanned my card. Jason watched our exchanged with skeptical eyes. He reached out for his card and scanned it.

“Welcome back
, Jason,” she said happily, batting her eyelashes a mile a minute. I sighed heavily and shook my head as I headed into the women’s locker room.

“What was that before?” He thumbed to Jessica.

“She has a thing for my brother
,” I grunted, “and apparently a thing for you, too.”

He laughed hard as he took my hand and led us to the weight area.
I begrudgingly let him pull me, no longer in the mood to work out. I wanted to be in my bed asleep with his warm body tangled around me.

“Come on
, Kass. Just one hour, that’s all I'm asking,” he purred, trying to coax me out of my grumpy mood.

“Fine! As long as I get what I want in the end.” I narrowed my eyes and pouted.
A slow grin started to etch across his face.

“And what’s that?”
he asked, his devilish smile firmly in place. My belly dropped the moment I saw it.

“You’ll see.” I smiled and walked away from him.

Kass,
you are not allowed to have dirty thoughts about him in your brother’s gym!
I scolded myself.

I picked up some weights and started to train.
Jason went straight to work. No messing around with him about his workouts. I watched as he lifted his weights and listened to his music.

“Are you going to stop drooling or am I going to have to ask Jessica to come here and wipe the floor with the mop?” Dario
s whispered in my ear, scaring the shit out of me.

“Really
!” I nearly shouted, as I held my heart.

“No! You really
!” he hissed at me.

He peered down at me, willing me to get up and talk to him.
I stood up from the bench and slowly followed him to his office. I saw Jason look at us as we walked away. He stopped then continued with his workout.

“So you’re seeing him now?”
he accused as he closed the door to his office. I sat down in his chair and began swiveling around.

“Yes
,” I answered as I kept turning.

“Kass! I don’t
fuckin’ like it!” he barked.

“Well then, you don’t have to date him
,” I said nonchalantly.

“Kass!”
he bit out.

“What?” I asked.

“Could you please maybe take a step back and take it slow,” he spoke slowly as he spat out his words, his anger bubbling, waiting to explode.

“Hmm, how about a
‘mind your business and I don’t care what you think’ kind of an answer.” I stopped swiveling around and glared at him.

“I'm not fucking around
, Kass. I seriously think you should stay away from him,” he said in a serious tone.

Our glaring match was interrupted by a quiet knock on Darios’ door.
Darios turned and yanked the door opened.

“What?”
he seethed.

It was Jason.

“I wouldn’t mind having my gym partner back.” He smiled. I could feel the tension in the tiny office rising as both my men glared at each other.

“
Okay, there’s way too much testosterone for me in here.” I stood up from Darios’ office chair and tried to walk between them, neither one showed any sign of relenting.

“Well
, seeing how well you two are getting along, I’ll be going. Hopefully, I can get a workout in before you two kiss and make up,” I said sarcastically.

I pushed passed Darios, but he wouldn’t have it. He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me back in.

“I'm not done talking to my sister,” he said curtly as he pulled me back into his office and shut the door on Jason’s face.

“What are you doing?” I shouted.

“Look
, Kass. I see the way he looks at you. I get that you guys feel for each other, but I seriously don’t think it’s the best decision you’ve made. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” he growled. Darios stood tall as he towered over me, pleading with me to understand him.

“Why? I don’t get it
. It’s not like it’sit’s unhealthy. So what if I’m older? I like him. I like him a lot. He makes me feel good about myself,” I pleaded.

Darios stopped and watched me closely
; I could see his nose flaring, as a low growl emitted from him.

“Fine
, Kass! Do what you want,” he said dismissively.

“Fine! I will!” I yanked opened the door of his office. I had in
mind to slam it shut, but I relented at the last minute and walked away.

Fuckim’ Darios, the asshole, he ruined my day. I knew I should have stayed home under the covers with my man wrapped up around me. Jason was leaning on the wall near the office, waiting for me to come out. He crooked his neck and gave me a half smile. He reached out with his hand, taking mine into his as he walked me back to the locker rooms.

“I guess our workout is shot to shit.
Maybe we’ll do what you want and burn off some calories.” He smiled gently.

“Okay
,” I murmured, lost in my thoughts.

“Come on, go get dressed. I’ll cook you dinner and we’ll hang out the rest of the day.”
He winked. I nodded, liking the idea.

Jason took me shopping for ingredients. The man seriously knew how to cook; bonus for me. He promised me a pasta dinner, which I was ecstatic for. I loved pasta. I had received a message from Tiff, telling me I needed to do some edits on some parts of my latest book. My new editor sent me the info via email. I stared at it, unhappy that my night was ruined yet again. Just when Jason took the time try to make it better, here I was stuck having to work. Jason understood, saying that he’d cook while I wrote and not to worry.

We reached home and he went straight to the kitchen, while I went straight to my computer.
I pressed the power button to my laptop and I waited until it came to life. I watched Jason in my kitchen as he went to work dicing onions. He was seriously perfect. His tight, grey t-shirt only heightened his muscles as he worked on making dinner.
Focus Kass, you need to work
. I turned back to my computer and focused on the work at hand.

I was completely immersed into my story, lost in the world I had created
. I didn’t notice that Jason had finished cooking and even set the table for us to eat.

“Hey
, my little author, food is ready,” he said as he stood waiting for me to reemerge back into reality.

“Shit, sorry
,” I said sheepishly. “I tend to get carried away.”

He pulled out my chair and waited until I sat down.

“It’s all good,” he said, as he pushed my chair in.

He made the best Bolognese sauce I had ever eaten.
I literally licked my fingers as I ate.

“You’re a keeper
,” I said. I reached for my merlot, savoring the taste of my meal.

“I am?”
he asked smiling. “Then maybe you should keep me.” He laughed.

“God, I don’t remember eating something this good in a long time.
How the hell did you become so good at cooking?” I asked.

“Living on your own and watching the Food
Network at work.” He shrugged. “Only because it does get boring waiting for a call to come in.” He fidgeted a little as he said it. I put my wine glass down, reached over, and took his hand into mine.

“Living alone? What about your family?” I asked.

“I'm grown up. What? I need to live with them now?”
he questioned.

“No. I was just wondering. I mean, I hardly see my parents between their trips around the world.
They barely pay any attention to me or Darios,” I offered.

“Well
, I like living alone,” he said quietly. He stood up abruptly from the table and picked up the plates.

“No. Stop! I’ll do it. You cooked, I’ll clean.” I smiled
, taking the plates off his hands.

“Kass, go finish up your work
. I’ll clean up, because later you won’t have time for it.” He narrowed his eyes and that devilish grin crept up again.

My toes curled and I instantly got wet.
Great! How the hell was I going to focus now?

I don’t know how I did it, but I finished my work.
Jason had gone up to sleep. I felt bad that I couldn’t finish it sooner. My new editor was exactly what I wanted. She understood me completely, but man was she demanding. She pushed me, but in the right way. I couldn’t complain.

I slowly made my way up the flights of stairs and walked over to my room. I watched as Jason slept with the sheets half covering him.
I leaned on the door frame and watched. I saw his tattoos and his piercings, the image was a stark contrast to the man who slept in my bed. The look of innocence was plain to see. My heart grew heavy wondering how long this romance was going to last. Maybe Darios was right. Maybe I was way over my head thinking I could date someone like him. I never felt old, but I worried that maybe I was. What if I was too old for him? Then what? I shook my head trying hard to dispel the negative thoughts, which paraded in my mind. I needed to sleep. My brain itself was fried from all the work I had finished. I needed a shower. That always did the trick.

I turned on the hot water and stepped inside.
The water was hitting my back, helping to relax my muscles. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the feel of the heat on me, when I was startled by a hand slowly coming across my belly.

I saw his tattooed arm as he pulled me closer to him.
I felt his hard body across my back. He pulled back my hair, exposing my neck. He leaned his face in and began licking me with long, hot, wet licks. His tongue slowly eased its way up my neck until it reached my ear. He flicked my lobe with the tip of his tongue and then sucked on it. I gasped as he drew me in closer still.

He used his other hand to reach my breast and slowly touch
ed it, my nipple pebbled as he pinched it. I felt the pain and it was exquisite. He stopped licking my lobe and then slowly used his teeth to graze my neck as he squeezed my nipple again. He moved his hand from my belly and made his way down to my pussy. His fingers delved into my core as he massaged my clit. I already could feel my orgasm coming. He continued his slow assault on my pussy until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body shook as I came. I bit my lip not wanting to cry out in this moment. He pushed me to the opposite wall, his eyes staring at my body. He reached down and picked my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. His length pushed at my core as he nudged in slowly. Every inch of him slowly eased inside me until I was completely full. He stopped and looked up at me, holding my face with his one hand making sure I didn’t look away. That’s when he started to fuck me. It was hard and slow. Each thrust pushed inside me, wanting to go deeper. His gaze never left me as he surged forward seeking his pleasure. He wrapped his hand behind my neck and held on as he continued to stare at me. I was going to come again, transfixed in this moment we were sharing. He pushed harder as he lost control. He clenched his teeth, growling as he finally came. The mere sight of him coming was my undoing. I withered away in one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. Jason stayed inside me. The water gently hit his back as his head rested on my collarbone. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, happy in our embrace. He lifted his head and gently smiled as he eased out of me.