Pretty Girl

“I do have an event tonight,” I tell him. “I should go. It’s for a charity I’ve worked with over the years.”

“You really want to go? Think you’re up for it?” He examines me, looking for reluctance. I nod.

“Okay. But I’m by your side the whole time.”

I slide my hands up his chest and lock my arms around his neck. “Like a date.”

He pulls me into him, his hardness digging into my stomach. He lifts me a little so my feet dangle off the floor. “You belong to me.” He repeats the same words from earlier, and my breath hitches. I really like the sound of that.

I smile, and this time I kiss him, wrapping my legs around him. It’s another thirty minutes before I finally get dressed.

Chapter Eight

Jax

I look over the pictures that were sent to me while Mila gets ready for the event tonight. She told me the event is semi-casual. She picked out something for me to wear from my luggage. A pair of black pants and a black button-up shirt seem to work for her and I still feel comfortable. I pair them with a sport coat to hide my weapon at my back.

She had not questioned me when I told her we were switching hotels. All she was focused on was me. She wouldn’t stop touching me during the car ride to the new hotel. It was if she had a fascination with me or thought I might disappear. That will never fucking happen. My cock has only recently gone down and I’m looking at the reason right now.

The paparazzi pictures that were sent over to me show her on dates I’d rather not see. I brushed the surface of this when I first took her on, but now I’m really digging and having to see picture after picture of her on dates with other men. One, Kale Cane, was a regular dinner companion. The gossip magazines and blogs swear they are in a relationship and that they’re trying to keep a low profile. It’s a name I saw on the guest list for the event tonight.

I take in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I know Mila said it was important for her to go to this event. I gave in. I hope that I can get her to cancel a few others she has planned over the next few weeks. I’m too on edge and want her back at my home where I know I can keep her safe. If anyone so much as steps onto my land, I know about it. I know I can let go a little more then and be more relaxed around her. It would give us time to get to know each other so maybe I could talk her into staying, or at least being with me. Get my ring on her finger. She might not want to give up modeling, but I want to make sure we’re locked together forever. If this is something she wants to keep doing, then she will not only have a husband, she’ll also have a full-time bodyguard.

I stand when the door to the bedroom opens. She steps out, her hands clasped in front of her, almost looking unsure. “You look stunning,” I tell her. I clear the distance between us. The sparkling silver dress might be a little short for my liking in public, but the unsure look she gives me has me stuffing those words back down my throat. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” I lean down and kiss her deeply, sinking my hands into her hair. Her sweet taste touches my lips and I reluctantly pull back before it goes too far and I ruin another dress today.

“Thank you.” She runs her hands up my chest. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” I know she could be with a better-looking guy, and I’m not vain, so I don’t give a shit about the scar on my face. I don’t regret the scar either. I wouldn’t change a thing about my decision years ago that got me it. It was worth it. But I know others don’t feel the same, and pictures will be taken tonight and she’ll be in my grip every moment.

Her eyes go soft, and those thick eyelashes of hers wave at me. “You know I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” she says quietly, her shyness peeking out.

“Pretty girl.” Her name comes out gruffly.

“It’s true. You remind me of a warrior. My warrior.” I can’t stop the growl that comes from me as my mouth takes hers once again. I lift her. She wraps her legs around me as I pin her to the wall. She pulls her swollen lips from mine. “Please, I wanna taste you this time.”

She lets her hands and feet drop. My breathing grows heavy when I release my tight hold on her. She slides her body down mine, landing on her knees. Her hands shake a little as she reaches for my belt, and I don’t stop her. I only watch, not quite believing this is happening. Fuck, I never thought I’d be so lucky, but here she is on her knees in front of me. I fist my hands at my sides to keep from rushing her. I want those thick lips wrapped around my cock.