I’m in hell—if I didn’t know any better, I would think Becca put this movie on to tease me. I’ve watched the main bloke get a couple of blowies and have a lot of sex on a yacht.
She’s shifted twice, rubbing her legs together. I bet she’s wet right now. If I stuck my hand in her shorts, would I find her soaking wet or just a little? My dick is so hard right now, and I’ve had to bend my leg to hide it from her.
I’d probably get slapped if I tried to touch her, but damn, I want to touch her. Her sweet scent wraps around me—I know that it’s her shampoo, it smells like sweet raspberries.
I feel the bed shift and turn to find Becca shifting closer, but she stops when she notices me looking at her. I lift my arm. “Come here,” I tell her.
She slides over and leans against me as I wrap my arm around her. We turn back to the movie and now the couple are fucking in the bathroom. My abdominal muscles contract the moment she rests her hand on it. I will my cock to go down, I don’t want to weird her out.
I try to keep my cool, but it’s hard—no pun intended—because she surprises me when she tangles her lean, tanned legs with mine. This is how we stay while we finish the movie. As the credits roll, I look down, smiling. Becca fell asleep not too long after she snuggled up to me.
The movie played on, but honestly, I stopped paying attention the moment I knew she was asleep. Now, I turn on a different movie, Grown Ups. While I watch the movie, I rub my hand up and down Becca’s arm. Her skin is smooth, soft, and warm. I smile as I watch goosebumps pop up all over her skin.
It should scare me how well she fits against me, but it doesn’t. Her breath hits my neck in soft puffs. She is beautiful, and under that rough exterior she showed at the beginning, is a beautiful soul that has taken a beating in her life but keeps going—when she finally feels safe enough to tell me about it, I’ll feel so extremely honored.
My eyes finally start to feel heavy, so I wrap Becca more tightly in my arms and let sleep take me under.
I slow my pace as Becca and me jog around the Chicago Riverwalk. The weather is starting to feel a little cooler in the mornings. I swear, summer never lasts as long as some of the other seasons, but I’ll take it as long as we have it.
Becca starts to speed up, passing me with a smile on her face. She loves to challenge me, and I’m more than happy to accept it. I pick up the pace, and with my long legs, I quickly pass her.
She starts to reach me and I can see she’s pumping her legs hard, pushing herself, but I don’t want her getting hurt. I begin to slow down, faking a stitch in my side.
“You okay?” Becca pants from next to me.
I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. Her laughter floats around me as I take off in a slow jog.
“Put me down! I’m too heavy,” she shouts with a laugh.
“No way, baby. You’re light as a feather.” I jog about a half mile with her on my shoulder before we stop and I step off the path to set her down on her feet. We get down on the grass, stretching our muscles.
I grab her leg, bending it back, working on her hamstring. Fuck, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. When I do this, my dick is so close to her pussy, and he knows it because he is perking up. Of course he’s always awake when I’m around her.
I roll to my back, and she helps me stretch mine. I stare up into her eyes, mesmerized by the silver pools. Her pupils dilate and she licks her lip. The slight scent of sweat hits me, mixed with her normal soft fruity scent, and I want to kiss her.
Becca surprises the fuck out of me when she leans down, kissing me softly on the lips. I don’t move at first, letting her control the kiss. It is soft and she’s hesitant, but I like it.
Her tongue peeks out, brushing against my lips. I can’t hold back anymore. I grab her by the back of the head, lean up, and take control of the kiss. She opens her mouth to me, and our tongues tangle.
I groan as Becca’s taste explodes on my tongue. Fuck, she may be inexperienced, but she makes up for it with enthusiasm.
“Hey, there are kids here,” someone shouts.
We pull away from each other and Becca begins to laugh. “Oh my god, that’s embarrassing.” She jumps up and looks around.
I take a second to get myself under control and then hop up. She lets me grab her hand and we walk back to where I’m parked. “Are you nervous about your interview tomorrow?” She’s being interviewed by a local news show. Gio and Rob are picking us up in the morning. Her coach hasn’t said anything about her staying with me, but hopefully by now he can trust me to handle her with care.
I take her to her apartment to grab an outfit to wear to her interview. We ride the lift up to her floor and the moment we step off I feel it in my gut, something is wrong.
I turn to Becca, leaning down so we are eye to eye. “Stay close to me, okay?” I reach out and stroke her cheek when she doesn’t say anything. “Okay?”
“You’re scaring me. Is something wrong?” I hate the quiver I hear in her voice.
“Not that I know of. I just have a feeling.” I stand to my full height and grab her hand. I really wish I had my gun right now.
We move toward her apartment door, and I see it is closed. She hands me her keys and I use them to open the door slowly. The feeling in my gut gets stronger and I signal to Becca to stand in the hallway.
I quietly slip inside, moving through her apartment. Every time before, when I’ve felt something off here, I’ve never found anything, and I’m probably not going to find anything now. I move down the hall to her bedroom and look around.
I don’t see anything, and I feel like I’m missing something. I scan the room and don’t see anything out of pl—wait a minute. My heart starts to pound in my chest, I step near her dresser and on top there is a picture of Becca and her team. I pick it up and realize there is something behind it, a tiny camera.
It may have fingerprints on it so I pull my shirt off and carefully grab it. I swear it is so fucking tiny, it almost doesn’t look real. I pull out my phone and quickly take a picture of it and quickly text this to Egan.
I don’t have to wait long for him to reply.
Egan
I stick my phone back in my pocket and head out to Becca. I don’t say anything, I just grab her arm and pull her into the apartment. I pace back and forth in front of her. Taking a deep breath, I stop in front of her. “I need to show you something, but just know that I will protect you with everything I have.”
Becca takes my offered hand and I lead her back into her bedroom. She moves toward her bed. “Is that what I think it is?” Her voice trembles. I stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her. Her hair that’s still wet from her sweat, stick to my chest.
“Yes. It’s a camera. I want you to pack a bag because you’re staying with me until we figure out who did this. That is non-negotiable.”
Becca bites her lip, I know it is to keep herself from crying. I give her a moment to get herself together, and when she does she says quietly, “Okay. S-Someone’s been watching me.” She shivers and runs her hands up and down her arms.
“We don’t know how long it has been here. We’ll find out and I promise they will pay for it.”