Keeping Her Safe Page 4

  “Maybe I’ll join you.” Daddy says and my heart sinks. “Although that movie is way too long for my taste and the lead woman is hysterical.”

  “She just needs a real man to take care of her.” I say, my eyes sliding over to Quartz’s back. Does he even remember last night’s dinner? So much more fun than this one.

  “What she needs is a man to keep her in line, not go running all over the country getting everyone in trouble. I don’t see how that’s an instructive story. But anyway, it’s the safest space for us, underground in the movie room. We won’t need you tonight.” He tells Quartz.

  I don’t bother to make popcorn for us. And I’m not focused on the film. It plays in front of my eyes but my head is somewhere else. Daddy falls asleep pretty quickly, snoring lightly and when he comes to, he gets up and leaves, saying the boring story has made him tired and he’s going to watch the news in bed.

  My anticipation perks up. Maybe Quartz will come down and sit beside me, run his hand all the way up my thigh. Visions flash faster through my mind than even a movie, of all the things he might do to my body. I wait more than half an hour in heated anticipation but eventually admit he’s not coming and my hopes are dashed. As I head upstairs to bed, I again hear raised voices coming from behind Daddy’s door. That’s not so unusual as he often gets into heavy discussions with his business associates.

  In my room I pull off the ugly blouse I wore to dinner with Daddy and pull on a midriff tee. Before I change into sweats, I decide to go down to Daddy’s office, wearing my librarian skirt with the tee, and tell him I’m willing to go to Italy. Maybe he has some info on this school where I’ll learn to be an ace chef, or at least a decent girlfriend for a man like Quartz - some day.

  The door to his office is wide open and he’s not sitting at his massive desk with the gold scroll legs. His Mac is open though, so he’s sure to be back soon as he never leaves that lying around. I walk around the room’s perimeter and look out the tall windows to the gravel drive where a whole bunch of black limousines are pulling up in a line, that weren’t there when I was in my bedroom moments ago.

  Something’s going on. As I walk around my father’s desk to head back to my room, Quartz strides onto the office and pulls up short when he sees me. Without my permission my cheeks heat up along with my core. He looks equally flustered and his eyes dart back over his shoulder with the sound of voices, angry voices, coming up the stairs and getting closer.

  “Daddy.” I breathe.

  There’s for sure going to be a whole lot of explaining to do about why Quartz and I are alone in Daddy’s office standing face to face across his desk. My mind wants to go to the delicious image of him throwing me down across the tabletop, brushing the papers and laptop to the floor as he spreads my legs wide. I just can’t stop from seeing these kinds of pictures in my mind whenever Quartz gets close to me. I want him so much it’s physically painful. Not to mention, my panties are wringing wet.

  There’s no time to escape the office and get back to my room. I stand rooted to the floor, my eyes fixed on Quartz to take care of this. He strides around the corner of the desk in two forceful steps, grabs hold of my arm and yanks me along with him. I totter along in his grasp, still wearing the heels I put on for dinner in a last ditch attempt to get his attention.

  He drags me along behind him. When he stops abruptly I go flying into his chest wall. He throws one arm around me to steady me against him and slams the other on the button beside the door. He taps out a code and the panel slides back. He pulls me inside, it slides back into place and we’re locked in the safe room.

  I’m panting so hard my tits are bobbing up and down - a fact Quartz doesn’t miss as he holds me in his grip with his forearm looping behind to hold me close to him. So close I feel the flex of his chest under my fingers from where I brought my hands up to save myself. This is where I want to be.

  He looks down at me and the moment falters. Maybe he considers letting go of me. But the shifting in his pants as his cock grows against my pelvis is unmistakeable. He holds me there and our eyes stay locked. His eyes flicker with a brief indecision, the raging need wins out and his lips come crashing down over mine.

  His tongue delves hard into my mouth and I’m blown away at how expertly he kisses. He moves around my hollow, lapping and sucking without any sloppiness. I feel the hunger and return it, as his palm slides up my spine to cup the back of my head to hold me still while he devours me. I’m not letting him get away again. My fingers curl around his suit lapels and I tug him into me even though we couldn’t possibly get any closer.

  His other hand grasps my bare waist and my skin sizzles under his touch. My moan reverberates in our joined mouths, our tongues thrashing at each other in pent up need. I undulate my hips and press hard into the stiff bulge at his zipper. He makes a sound and his fingers glide over my trembling flesh, up under the tee shirt where he dips them into the cup of my lacy bra.

  I have barely a moment to regret not taking the thing off earlier because he pulls it down roughly and squeezes my flesh in his fist. My intake of breath is audible inside our joined mouths. I shove at the lapels so his jacket goes back over his fantastic shoulders. He drops his arms momentarily and it falls to the floor. His eyes capture mine for a beat and then he hauls me back into him. We attack each other again, clawing, kneading, hands everywhere at once.

  6

  Quartz

  I’m a feral beast on the point of ravaging the petite woman in my grip. I drag her tee shirt - barely there to begin with - up over her head and throw it to the ground. Her one breast is bare and it’s the most perfect mound of flesh I’ve ever seen.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I rasp, all the repressed hunger choking in my throat.

  I pull the straps down her shoulders and both tits bounce free. The next second they’re in my mouth. I mash the flesh on the underside to push more of her into my ample mouth, munching its softness between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. When I lick across her hard nipple it pushes back eagerly against my tongue. I return the favor by biting it lightly until Cydnee moans and threads her fingers into my hair. She pulls firmly, dragging my mouth back to hers as her fingers go to my shirt buttons.

  She gets a couple undone and her fingers delve inside, smoothing across the dips of my muscle. She lets out another little pantgasp into my lips which I love hearing. I cup her ass under my palms and finger-inch the prissy knee-length skirt she was wearing at dinner all the way up until I have her bare skin filling my hands. With a small tug her crevasse opens a little and she starts to pant hard in my mouth as her slickness paints my fingertips.

  “You’re so wet.” I grit against that pouty bottom lip before sucking it in between mine.

  She’s moaning out begging sounds with every exhale and revolving her hips to inch me further into her folds from my position right at the edge, before her skin parts and turns slippery. I let her wait a moment, feeling her need and then my fingers move into her slit and slide through her slickness.

  “Oh.” She whimpers. “God.”

  Her little hands move down over the grooves in my abdomen and fiddle with my belt. She gets the buckle undone and delves inside my pants, rubbing across my aching head. This will be over in moments if we continue like this and I want to savor every taste of her. I bat her hands away and fall to my knees.

  I slide two fingers into her tight pussy and her palms slam into the wall. Her back arches and her head is thrown back to thrust her hips toward my face. Keeping both fingers deep inside her, I give her an order.

  “Show me.” I say.

  She moves one foot so her legs are spread and her hard pink point protrudes from her folds.

  “More.”

  She looks down, breathless and eyes loaded with surprise and yearning. Her fingers reach down to her hipbones, then lower over the dip and she pulls her folds apart for me. The sweet aroma is stronger than that orchid perfume and I will die if I don’t get a taste of her right now.<
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  I stretch out my tongue, back to where my finger is buried and bury the point into her hollow so she shivers. Slowly, I withdraw, licking across the length of her, feeling her trembling on my lips. Her hands go back to gripping my skull so her folds envelop my tongue and my face is submerged. I inhale her perfume as I nip and lap at her hard point.

  Her fingers grind at my head and she tosses hers side to side in an overwhelm of ecstatic release. But not yet - I withhold her orgasm and power up my thighs to rise to my feet. I slide my palms up the back of her legs as I elevate, cupping her ass again. She’s so much smaller than I am that her toes leave the floor as I lift her.

  Our mouths find each other again and clamp on. Cyd twines her thighs around my waist and her tiny hands cup my rough jaw. Now she holds me where she wants me, my tongue coated with the taste of her, driving into her mouth.

  I shift her back into the wall and pin her there with my strength. My hands return to her spectacular tits, squeezing and pinching in alternate moves. Her pussy is dripping on my pants leg. I finish off the zipper she started and the pants fall to the floor. Once I edge the briefs over my pounding shaft they tangle around my thighs. Cyd is begging me, arching and writhing, she urges me inside her. Hard. Now.

  “I’m yours to command Miss Delgado.” I grit out. My urgent need for her length wrapped around mine entirely makes my voice choke.

  “Then fuck me, Quartz.”

  I’ve never received a more enticing command. Her legs are spread to their furthest but I want her open more. My right hand pulls her apart and I glance down at her glistening opening, pulsating and hot pink. I’ve never seen a more amazing sight. My dick is iron and she takes the length in her palm and guides my head into her hollow.

  “Now Quartz. Now, please I can’t take it.”

  I’m delighted to oblige because my balls are ready to explode. I thrust into her and after hitting a bit of intoxicating resistance, I slide right in.

  “Jeez, you’re so tight Cyd.” I growl against her ear. Her hair is stuck to her cheek, and my cheek and I can hardly pump into her hard and fast enough.

  She’s panting loudly now, making sounds of exertion with every thrust of my full length. Her head shakes side to side like she can’t bear the pleasure. I grip her chin and hold her steady and plunge my tongue into her as I continue to pound out a rhythm.

  She moans and hums so that delicious vibrations roll through my body. My toes grit into the soles of my shoes and my spine tenses from the pain of the intense pleasure. My strokes slow and delve deeper, circling my head into her so I can watch her eyes roll down and find mine with a delirious gaze that tells me I’m in complete control.

  When I thumb across her engorged clit, this way and that, then draw tight little circles, she comes undone on me. Her hands smash into the wall either side and her head tips back. Eyes closed, she screams and calls my name.

  The contractions of her pussy hug my length so tightly I power up my thighs to hold us while I release, groaning out her name and burying my face into her neck.

  Thank fuck we’re in this soundproof room because I reckon the entire mansion would have heard our raucous release otherwise.

  We remain melded to each other on the wall, huffing through our climaxes until breathing and heart rates start to calm. We’re soaked in sweat and stuck to each other and I’d happily stay that way. But my weight pinning her to the wall might be too much even though I’m supporting it. I go to move off but her fingers claw into my back, keeping me caged against her.

  I chuckle lightly.

  “Never gonna let me go?”

  “Not until I absolutely have to.”

  “You are freaking incredible.” I grunt. I’m still semi hard inside her. My cock is just as unwilling for this to be over. In fact if we stay connected like this much longer, I’m sure I’ll be ready to go again.

  She emits a long sigh. “I absolutely love the way you feel inside me.” She purrs against the side of my neck. “I know where you got your name now.”

  “I reckon my father wasn’t thinking about how hard I’d get when he named me that.”

  “Oh, your dad named you Quartz, for real?”

  “For a nickname.” My face hardens as I remember - and I don’t want to.

  “What is it?” She asks, worry clouding her features. “Did I say something wrong?”

  “Of course not Baby. Just a time I don’t want to go back to. Like I said, I’m all about the future.”

  “You prefer that I don’t ask you anything about your history?”

  She tips her chin up and her eyes search mine, pleading for more intimate knowledge of me. For the first time in my entire freaking life, I feel a shard of caring pierce my heart. Of not wanting this woman to suffer in any way, even if I have to in order to protect her. I want to share myself with her in more ways than what we just had.

  “My little brother was run over right outside our house.” I tell her. I wrap my arms tight around her when she gasps in sorrow, wanting to shield her from the shock. “When my father came out and found me standing on the side of the road, staring down in silent disbelief and shock, he slapped me to the ground. ‘Hard as fucking quartz,’ he barked and that became my name forever after.

  My legs are still taking the downward force of us both and become weakened from the release of various emotions. Keeping myself buried inside her, I lift Cyd and walk with her legs still wrapping my waist, over to the bed. Not so much bed as mattress on a shelf molded out of the wall. It’s surprisingly comfortable when I lower us onto it. Not so surprising when you consider the owner. I doubt Gangster Delgado does anything on the cheap.

  “I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Cyd snuggles into me as I settle back on the bed, leaning against the wall. She’s straddled on top so I can remain inside her. Which is the only place I want to be for as long as my imagination carries me.

  She strokes my chest in a soothing way. I guess this is what people do when they’re becoming more involved than just the sexual. I feel something stirring inside me. It’s uncomfortable because I’ve always resisted it, if I’ve ever actually felt this before. But now I want it more than anything. Sharing with Cyd feels right and supportive, I somehow know she’ll never take what I tell her and use it to hurt me.

  Cyd shifts so she’s beside me, molded to my torso and leaning against my chest. I smile as she wraps her arm around my torso and throws her thigh over mine.

  “Don’t you trust me? I can hardly take off, with your father taking a meeting on the other side of the door.”

  “You’re sure this safe room is absolutely soundproof?” She squirms, no doubt thinking which of us Shotgun Daddy would take out first.

  I must have lost my mind to temporary insanity, dragging Cydnee into the safe room. It happened almost without my head’s involvement. I could have easily faced her father, coming into the office with his cronies for a late night meet and I’ve have done it on behalf of both of us.

  Crazy or not, I don’t regret a thing. And that’s not something I generally say. Most women, I have to admit to feeling a letdown once the passion is spent. A kind of panic sets in that I’ll never be able to get out of their clutches now.

  Nothing like that happens with Cyd - quite the opposite.

  “We might be here a while.” I say. “Is the kitchen all stocked up for the long haul?”

  Cyd giggles lightly.

  “Absolutely. We could stay in here for half a year. Can we - please?”

  She waggles her perfect brows at me, daring me to show resistance. She gets none.

  7

  Cydnee

  “I know I won’t be as bored shut in here as I was last time.” I tell him, still a little breathless.

  It seems so strange to have my bodyguard naked beside me, like I’ve broken one of Daddy’s many rules. But I don’t care because I want to lie here like this forever. With Quartz’s hard bare chest rising and falling as he holds me in his arm making me feel more protec
ted than I ever thought possible. More than an entire army of bodyguards could ever manage.

  “I don’t need my phone or Netflix with you around.”

  “Glad to be of entertainment service.” He jokes, tightening his bicep around me to bring me closer.

  “Oh, I, um, I didn’t mean it like that.” I say with an apologetic tone. “You know, I thought you weren’t at all interested in me. I can’t believe my fantasy has turned into a reality.”

  “I always intended having you one way or another.” He says. His eyes tilt down to burrow into mine, making me tremble. Then I get the meaning.

  “Hey.” I slap him lightly. “That’s a line from the movie. Rhett says that to Scarlet.”

  “Yeah. I might have Googled ‘Gone With The Wind’ to see what the big deal was.”

  My heart gets all mosquito fluttery just knowing that Quartz was thinking about me in his private time. That of all the things he could have been doing, I was in his head enough that he wanted to keep connection with me by looking up my favorite movie online. And then he learned a quote by heart- a perfectly suitable quote as Quartz is at least as cocksure as Rhett any day of the week.

  “So you always knew you’d have me?” I repeat, acting slightly offended.

  “Yeah, and I also know I’m going to have you again before we leave this room. You’re intoxicating and I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill of you. I want more.”

  His words fill my soul and make tingles go down my spine all the way to my toes.

  “Did you look up other stuff about me?” I whisper.

  “Well aren’t we the confident one?” He laughs. “How could I when your father keeps any online social stuff you post scrubbed?”

  “So you did.” I smile with a surge of glorious triumph.

  There’s no doubt he’s more than interested. This isn’t just some defiance of the rules, one time thing, with the boss’s daughter.