The Virgin's Guardian

“Felicity? What’s wrong?” He sounded as frantic as I felt. I rarely called him from school since cell phones weren’t allowed.

“I got sick.”

He didn’t let me finish telling him what was going on. “Hold tight. I’ll be right there.”

“No. I mean, yes, please come get me. But that’s not the main reason I called.”

“It’s not?”

I heard the ding of an elevator in the background and realized he’d raced out of his office before I’d even said a word. It made my heart melt and settled some of my nerves. “Carrie, the daughter of the foster parents who kicked me out of their home the morning after we met—”

He interrupted me again with a growl. “I know who Carrie is, honey. And I know exactly who her parents are, too.”

“Good because then you’ll understand why I’m so freaked out when I tell you that Carrie caught me puking in the bathroom. She guessed that I’m pregnant. And she said she’s going to tell her parents as soon as they get home from work tonight.”

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“What should I do, Harrison?” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried not to sob.

I heard the roar of an engine, which meant he’d made it to the parking garage and was that much closer to getting here. “Take a deep breath and trust me when I say it will all be okay.”

“But how?” I cried.

“You leave that to me, honey. I’ll figure out a way to make sure that this won’t cause any problems for us. You and our baby are my number one priority, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe,” he promised.

“You guys are mine, too,” I whispered, finally admitting to myself how important Harrison had become to me.

“You what?” Harrison asked. “I couldn’t quite hear that.”

I looked up and remembered where I was standing. A high school bathroom had to be the least romantic place in the world, but I didn’t want to wait. “You and our baby are my number one priority, too.”

It wasn’t quite the L word, but it’d have to do for now.

“I know we are, honey.” His voice softened. “And that’s why you’ll do the most important thing you can for me right now. You’ll stay calm. It’s not good for you or the baby for you to be upset. Pull yourself together and head to the nurse’s office. It won’t be long before I’m there to pick you up.”

“Okay. If that’s what you need me to do, then that’s exactly what I’ll do. See you soon.” It wasn’t going to be easy, but I’d manage. I was young, but I was Harrison’s woman and I wanted to show him that I could hold up my side of our relationship.

Chapter 9

Harrison

After hanging up with Felicity, I pressed the Bluetooth button on my steering wheel and called my head of security.

“Frank, I need you to send the files on Felicity’s last foster family to my email,” I commanded when he answered. “Then dig up anything we might have missed. Particularly anything I can use as leverage.”

“Will do, boss,” he responded, followed by a click, ending the call.

I reached Felicity’s school and swung into the empty space nearest to the entrance. I dashed inside and straight to the front office where I showed my ID so they could confirm my guardian status before sending me to the nurse’s office.

It took everything in me not to scoop her up into my arms when I arrived. But, I knew I needed to keep an appropriate distance until we were well away from the premises. The school reported to the county foster program regularly. Especially the nurses.

Calmly, I strode into the office. Felicity jumped to her feet and rushed towards me. At the last second, she thought better of it and stopped short in front of me.

“Thanks for coming to get me. I”—she glanced at the woman sitting behind a desk off to the side, watching us with avid interest—“I think I may have food poisoning from the—um—shrimp we ate last night.”

“Not a problem.” The woman’s eyes were staring at me far too intently. When they swept up and down my body, I glared at her, causing her to turn away and busy herself with paperwork on her desk. “Let’s go.”

Felicity and I walked out to my sleek, black Mercedes, and I got her settled before loping around to the driver’s side. Once inside, I started the car and grabbed her hand as I pulled out of the parking lot.

“How are you feeling, honey?” I glanced over at her and gave her hand a squeeze when I saw the worry in her deep violet pools. “Trust me, Felicity.”

She nodded and straightened her head so she was staring out the front. “I do. It’s just…I can’t help it. I’m still scared.”

I sped up a little, anxious to get her home. When we arrived, I went around the car, unbuckled her, and lifted her into my arms. I carried her to our room and laid her on the bed. I grabbed a shirt from the long dressers on the back wall, then helped her take off her school clothes and change.

“Get some rest, honey,” I urged as I tucked her in. “I’m going to do some work. Call me on the house intercom if you need anything.”

I brushed some of her long, dark hair away from her face and softly kissed her lips. It was interrupted when she yawned and smiled at me sheepishly. “Sorry.”

I chuckled and kissed her again. “Rest.”

My office was on the first floor at the back of the house. I was hesitant to be so far from her, but she’d fallen asleep by the time I reached the bedroom door. The house was wired with a speaker and panel in every room, so I knew she could reach me if she needed me. I made my way downstairs to my office and dropped into the expensive, black leather chair behind my antique, cherry wood desk.

Clicking my mouse, I contemplated my next move as my computer woke up. The files I asked for were in my email, and I began sifting through them. The ring of my cell phone startled me, but I answered quickly when I saw it was the security extension from my office building.

“Tell me you found something,” I said in lieu of a greeting.

My man launched into an explanation that both satisfied and enraged me. I had the leverage I needed, but I was pissed as fuck at how close it could have come to hurting Felicity.

I let her sleep for a few hours as I made some calls and studied the information so I was one hundred percent familiar with the facts and wouldn’t be ambushed with anything when I confronted Carrie’s parents.

A soft knock on my door brought my head up, and my cock sprung to attention at the sight of my girl standing in the doorway in nothing but my shirt looking sexy and sleep rumpled.

I held out my hand and she eagerly came over, climbing into my lap. “Better?” I asked, brushing my lips against her temple.

“Much.”

I didn’t doubt it because her skin wasn’t as pale, and the dark smudges beneath her eyes had disappeared. “Fuck, honey. Your trust in me.” I coughed to clear the lump in my throat. “You have no idea what it means to me that you were able to fall asleep knowing I’d take care of everything.”

“And you have no idea what it feels like to know that it’s okay to sleep. That I have you to watch over me. Protect me.”

“Always,” I swore. “I love you, and I’m fucking honored to be able to take care of you and our babies.”

Her eyes filled with tears, but her lips twisted up in a huge smile. “You love me?”

“More than anything.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

Joy slammed into me at her admission, followed quickly by the need to be inside her. I lifted her chin with a single finger and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Her small hands slid around my middle and she hugged me tightly, pressing her tits into my chest. I swiftly shifted her until she was straddling me, her legs dangling on either side of me and the juncture of her thighs cocooning my growing erection.

Everything about Felicity pushed the limits of my control. I couldn’t get enough of her. With my mouth still devouring hers, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, then fisted

the center of her panties and ripped it away.

Gripping her hips, I tore my mouth away and raggedly commanded, “Ride me, honey.” Then I lined myself up and slammed her down.

Her head flew back and she screamed, her hands plunging into my hair as she started to buck wildly on top of me.

“Fuck! That’s right, honey. Harder,” I groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Yes!” she shouted when I whipped her shirt over her head and latched onto one of her sensitive nipples. “Harrison! Oh ah ah! Fuck!”