“Now,” he demanded, his tone so low, so deep, I was powerless against it.
My release slammed into me, draining the air from my lungs and the strength from my muscles. I aimed my cock at my chest, cum splashing on my skin.
“I’m going to enjoy you,” he said softly, almost reverently. “You’re unexpected. In a very good way.”
Ian Stokes would never know how much I had needed to hear that.
Heaven
I hadn’t expected a library in the attic.
Yet that was exactly where I found myself.
After Isaac had said he wanted to show me something, I’d followed him up a set of back stairs, ending up in this beautiful room full of books and history. It was gorgeous.
And when he’d left me here, telling me to make myself comfortable, I had. Grabbing a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, I curled up in the huge leather recliner. At some point, I must’ve fallen asleep, because I woke to someone gently shaking me.
When I opened my eyes, it took a moment to acclimate to my surroundings, but I did so with a smile.
“You look comfortable,” Ian said as he moved to the other chair, easing down into it.
“This is amazing.” I was unable to hide the wonder in my voice.
“You like it, huh?”
“Books are my jam,” I told him.
His soft chuckle warmed me. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Oh.” I sat up, looked around for a clock. “What time is it?”
“Five thirty.”
Wow. I’d slept for hours.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked, the concern on his face confusing me.
“Of course.”
“Need anything?”
“Um… Not that I can think of.”
He smiled again. “If you do, you only need to ask.”
I nodded.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I like to talk,” Ian said. “My brother often says I talk too much.”
“Do you?” I teased.
“Probably. But it works. It quells my curiosity. In my line of work, it pays to know all the details.”
“What line of work is that?”
“Personal security.”
I nodded, understanding. “You’re a bodyguard.”
“You could say that, sure.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Mostly, yes. And you? Do you enjoy your job?”
I nodded, grinned. “Mostly, yes.”
He chuckled. “Where do you work?”
“Barnes and Noble,” I told him. “I take classes online.”
“Do you need to call in to work?”
I frowned, confused. “I’m supposed to be there tomorrow at eight.”
He nodded. “Do you plan to go to work?”
“Yes?” I wasn’t sure why it came out as a question, but I got the feeling he was angling for something.
His smile widened. “Let me rephrase. Do you want to go to work tomorrow at eight?”
“I need the money,” I admitted.
“Then I’ll make sure you get there,” he said simply. “And I’ll have someone stay with you until you get off.”
I frowned. “Why would you do that?”
He cocked his head to the side, a silent encouragement for me to answer that question myself.
“You think this guy’s gonna come after me.”
“I do.”
I waved him off, got to my feet. “He won’t come back. Not this soon.”
“He’s already been by the house twice today,” he said.
I put the book back on the shelf, turned to face him. “How do you know that?”
He smiled, but this time it was roguish. “I have my ways.”
I couldn’t deny that the thought of that man coming back, doing what he did to Everly… It didn’t sit well with me. Not because I was necessarily scared of him, but I definitely didn’t want to risk Everly or Dante. I cared about them both and I hadn’t realized just how much until I’d walked in to find some asshole attacking my friend.
The memory had my knees weakening, but I forced them to remain steady. “I can get a hotel for a few days.”
“If that’s what you want,” he said simply.
Ian got to his feet, walked over to me. I forced myself to remain where I was.
“However, I know Everly and Dante would prefer you stay here.”
“Do you want me here?”
He considered me for a moment. “If you’re asking whether or not I’m attracted to you, Heaven, the answer is yes.”
I blushed. “That’s … actually… Well, thank you. But that’s not what I meant.”
“No?”
“No. I mean, I just broke up with my boyfriend and all. I’m not looking for anything … you know, serious.”
He smiled and it almost reached his eyes. “I wasn’t offering serious.”
“Oh.”
He chuckled, stepped closer until I was forced to look up at him. “Call in to work for a few days.” Ian cupped my face, his pretty eyes linking with mine. “Stay with us. Think of it as a vacation of sorts.”
“Okay.” The word was out before I even realized I’d said it.
“Heaven?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
I swallowed, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room.
When Ian leaned in, I closed my eyes, my lips tingling, eager to meet his. He hovered just out of reach, his hands cupping my face in a move that had my body warming. I liked the way he touched me, talked to me. I hadn’t had that before. Certainly not with Danny the Dickhead.
