Arrogant Savior - Cocky Hero Club

Just as I got to her shapely legs, she spoke in almost a whisper.

“I don’t have anything else to wear.”

I glanced up and saw the sadness in her eyes. The need to protect her grew strong and I pointed to the chair opposite where her bag lay.

“You can wear my shirt.”

She nodded and moved that way, giving me a view of her perfect ass. That didn’t help matters in my briefs. To tame the beast, I gripped it with the hand that was still under the sheet.

It’s never going to happen, I muttered to myself. She was off-limits for so many reasons, including the fact that she belonged to someone else.

I should have turned away, but I was mesmerized by the sight of her lifting the shirt over her head, even though her back was to me. Her breasts swayed with the movement, giving me side views of the slope and curve of them.

When she turned around, she stopped. I could see the indecision in her expression like we had a choice.

“It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before,” I said.

She seemed to come to that conclusion while walking over with slow but decisive movements. I scooted back over and waited until she slid beside me before giving her my back.

I had no idea if she’d noticed my cock when she landed on me, but I had no intentions of letting her in on the fact that I found her completely sexy.

“Get some sleep,” I said, remembering the first time I had given that command.

I had no idea if I would be able to do the same.

Hours later, I woke up with my face buried in her neck and hair, smelling the fruity scent of her body wash on her skin. What was worse was I’d ended up curled around her with her ass pressed against my throbbing erection and my hand cupping one of her breasts.

Her soft breathing suggested she hadn’t noticed or hadn’t minded the intimate position we found ourselves in.

Then I remembered the client. The man that had paid my father for me to transport her unmolested to New York. So as slowly as I could, I let go of her tit and pulled my arm away from her.

She burrowed back as if she didn’t want me to move, but I had to. If I didn’t get away from her, I might just give in and take a shot with a kiss or a whispered invitation.

It took what felt like hours to untangle myself and slowly get out of bed without disturbing her. I grabbed my bag, knowing my first order of business was to eliminate the pressure in my balls. It had been a while since I jerked off. There was always a willing woman, but today was an exception. There was no way I could drive with blue balls, so a hand job it was.

The water was warmer than expected, and I might have lingered there for longer than I should as I put things into perspective.

In less than a day, my dream would be realized. I’d be flying the friendly skies on an international overseas journey. It was a good thing I’d kept my passport just in case. This was everything, and risking a night with the princess wasn’t worth my dream.

I finished up in the bathroom in record time after that. It was nearly dawn and all the stranded drivers would be getting on the road, clogging up the interstate. We had to get moving, and soon.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t a gentleman. I went to the truck and got her bag of purchases from yesterday. She’d mentioned not having something clean to wear.

Upon my return, she was still sleeping soundly. I hesitated before putting a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s time to go,” I said, trying not to sound too blunt.

“Huh.” Her eyes fluttered open and I noticed just how stunning she was even without makeup.

“We need to leave soon,” I said and pointed at the bag. “I’m going to check out and move the truck. Be ready.”

The innocence on her face almost made me forget that she was a rich girl and someone to stay far away from.

“Okay,” she said.

I stepped away and tried to eradicate how attracted I was to her. She was a means to an end. A final job that could help my father and goodwill toward my future.

I had a goal and she wasn’t a part of it.ThirteenJoleneGrant left the room like he couldn’t stand to be in there with me. Wondering what his problem was, I put on my bra, put his shirt back on, and pulled one of the new sweaters over it. I hastily packed his other with my things so he didn’t see it if he hadn’t already. I’d just fastened my jeans when he opened the door.