The Bodyguard

Chapter 22 - Always Smell of Me

Gabriel POV

When I wake, Kristen is still fast asleep next to me. I lie still watching her breathing softly, her beautiful hair falling across the pillow, her long eyelashes. Her skin is milky white and like the rest of her it’s perfect.

She’s so stunning and I can’t quite believe she belongs to me. I’m already falling for her and I worry a little about my feelings, I need to be sure about her before I fully bring her into my world. I want to possess her, make her my wife, have her make my dream house hers and bear my children. That’s why I showed it to her last night and it was all I thought about while we were having s*x, it really excited me imagining all that.  It added to the thrill of being outdoors and her on my car.

She did so well last night. It was a small test to see if she could handle that side of me, the side I keep well hidden. She was such a good girl, she took orders and behaved beautifully, taking everything I gave her. I held back a lot, but I felt in that moment there was nothing she couldn’t handle.  Her sounds and the way she let herself lose control was a huge turn on, I had worried initially she'd be too reserved for me, but she's really blossoming around me.  I need someone innocent, beautiful and compliant, but who can also handle me sexually and she fits the bill perfectly.

Those shoes she wears really turn me on and both times I’ve f****d her she’s been wearing them. I should buy some more shoes I like for her to keep on during s*x.

I’m glad things are so good between us and the small blip with that stupid kid at the store was just that. How he could ever think he’d be worthy of a woman like her is beyond me. I think he got the message very clearly and I’d be quite happy to hammer it home should he not have. If I see him anywhere near her again I’ll f*****g kill him, just knowing he ever had his filthy hands on my angel fills me with rage.  I remove that thought from my mind, I don't want him spoiling my perfect morning, waking up next to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

I slip out of bed and dress in loose shorts, leaving my chest bare. I’m only going to the gym so I’ll shower and dress properly later. I scribble a quick note in case Kristen wakes while I’m working out.

Morning beautiful,

I’m just upstairs in the gym. There’s a spare robe on the back of the door for you so come and find me. I’ll make you breakfast as soon as I’m done.

I hope you slept well baby.

G x

I leave the note on my pillow for her to find when she wakes and head upstairs.

I go through my usual routine, I run, do some weights and then I pull my gloves on and start to punch the bag.  It helps me get any residual anger out so I don't dwell on that stupid kid and his f*****g attitude, if only the bag was his face.

I feel someone watching me so I turn and see her in the doorway. Her hair is all messy, she looks so young and fresh faced without makeup. She’s wrapped in my robe which drowns her and makes her look even more tiny and fragile than she is, she looks like I could break her easily, but she's proving she's much tougher than she looks.  I like that.  She’s watching me from the doorway, then walks towards me slowly so I remove my gloves, grab a towel and wipe the sweat from my face and body before taking her into my arms.  I inhale her intoxicating scent, which is mixed with the smell of me. I like that too, she should always smell of me.

She’s eyeing the punchbag so I decide to see what she’s made of.

“Have you ever trained before?” I ask curiously.

“No,” she replies shyly.

“Come here. I’ll show you how to throw a punch in case you ever need it.”  I wink at her and I notice she relaxes a bit.

I take her tiny hand and curl it into a fist, showing her how to tuck her thumb in.

“Don’t aim to punch the object you’re going to punch. If you want to hit hard you need to aim about a metre or two behind it so you hit it with your full force.”

I show her where to hit the bag.  “Here.”

She hits it but it barely moves.

“Think of someone you really want to punch, then put your body weight behind it too.”  I demonstrate pushing through with my shoulder. 

She punches again and much harder this time, using her shoulder and hip to push her weight forwards.

“Good! Like that.”

She chuckles and I turn her around and wrap my arms round her again. I lift her chin and give her a soft kiss on her beautiful pouty lips.

“Breakfast?”

“Yes please, I’m starving.”

“Of course, you worked up an appetite just now,” I tease and she laughs.

I take her hand and lead her downstairs to the kitchen. I lift her onto a bar stool and go about collecting ingredients.

“Pancakes? They’re my specialty.”

“Sounds amazing!”

I make her coffee and she sips it while watching me work.  I'm loving having her in my home and in my life, even just doing the normal day to day things.  She could definitely be the one I need.

I could definitely get used to this.