The next morning, I woke in the bed. Naked. Next to Jaxon. He was lying on his back, an arm draped across his eyes.
I tried quietly getting up.
“I'm already awake, Lyla.”
“Why am in the bed?”
“I picked the lock again and moved you to the bed.”
“Why am I naked?”
“The towel fell and I didn't feel like going back to pick it up.”
I pulled the blanket tighter to my chest.
“Lyla, I've seen you completely naked on more than one occasion.”
“Could you have said that any less enthused?”
He grunted and turned on his side, looking at me.
“Don't stare. It's rude.”
His hand slipped over to me and rested on my stomach. I didn't move his hand so I guess he took that as an invitation and pulled me to him. His body was flush with the back of mine. I gasped when I felt his member touch my backside. He was very hard.
“Uh, I think you need to go take care of that.”
“This isn't morning wood,” he muttered. “I already handled that.”
Chills covered my body at the thought of him pleasing himself. Thoughts of him, sweat beading on his forehead, lip lightly grasped between his teeth, as he works his hand up and down his member. My center dampened.
“This-” he said, pulling me impossibly closer. “-is from you being naked next to me in bed.”
I tried pulling away but ended up just wiggling my ass on him, causing him to groan.
I finally managed to unwrap his arms from around my waist. I grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around my body. He was left there on the bed in just his underwear.
“You're so confusing,” I mumbled.
“How?”
“Last night you refused to kiss me and now you're turned on by me. I just don't get it.”
“Lyla”
“Just forget it,” I muttered. “We need to buy clothes. I have no bra, the T-shirt I was wearing is covered in blood and your sweatpants are way to big for me.”
He got out of bed and walked past me to the bathroom. “Here,” he handed me his white button down undershirt.
“What will you wear?”
“I guess just my suit coat.”
I felt jealousy creep through my bones at the thought of other women seeing his body.
“No take this. I'll wear the T-shirt but I just can't go in with you to get clothes.”
“Okay,” he said, taking it back from me.
He slipped the shirt over his shoulders, his ab muscles flexing as he pulled it on. As he buttoned his shirt, I watched how deftly his fingers worked.
Man, what I would give for him-
No. Don't think that. I shook the thought out of my head and walked to the bathroom. I dropped the comforter and pulled the T-shirt on. I grabbed the sweatpants, opting to not wearing the same panties again, and pulled the sweatpants up, tightening the string as much as I could.
He was staring at me when I turned around but he quickly shook his head and walked into the bathroom, grabbing the bag on the counter.
“You ready?”
“Yeah,” I muttered.
As we walked out of the room, I crossed my arms over my chest as a cool breeze hit me.
“I'm going to go check us out. Warm the car up.”
He tossed the keys to me and I caught them, walking to the black SUV. I finally got a chance to admire how beautiful the car is. The windows were tinted so much that they almost appeared as black as the car.
I unlocked the car and hopped in. I locked the doors behind me just in case and cranked the car.
When I saw Jaxon walking toward me, I unlocked the doors and began crawling over the console, into my seat. My ass was in the air just as Jaxon opened the door. I quickly crawled into my seat and did not look at him. I heard him get into the seat and put the car in reverse.
He pulled onto the highway and drove toward a mall. He turned to look at me when we finally arrived.
“Do not unlock the doors for anyone, okay? I mean anyone. Don't roll down a window, don't do anything that will draw attention to yourself. Understand?”
I nodded, feeling like a child. I bit my lip. His eyes dropped to my mouth before snapping up to my eyes.
“Good.” He hopped out of the car and jogged into one of the stores. I locked myself in and pulled my knees to my chest, staring at the entrance of the store.
Jaxon came out 20 minutes later with many bags in his hands. I unlocked the doors and he threw the stuff in.
“I need to go get us a suitcase, I'll be back.”
Before I could ask him why we needed a suitcase, he had already shut the door and ran into another store. He came back and threw the suitcase in the back seat.
“Why do we need a suitcase?” I asked.
“We're leaving the country.”
“What?” I screeched.
“I have a house in Brazil.”
“How do you have so much money?”
“You'd be surprised how much money your father pays me.”
“There is no way that my father pays you enough to have that big house in Maine, yes I read the street signs, and that house in New York and a house in Brazil.”
He stayed quiet.
“Jaxon!”
“It doesn't concern you Lyla.”
“It does if you're putting me more at risk.”
His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “You are not safe if you're not with me,” he growled.
I scoffed.
“I'm not just your bodyguard.”
“What?” I asked.
“I own a few businesses.”
“What kind of businesses?”
“Clubs, bars, things like that.”
“Do you own a strip club?” I ground out. He chucked.
“No, Lyla. I don't own any strip clubs. Although, that could be a good investment.”
I felt my anger rise to the surface and I was about to blow when Jaxon laughed again.
“Relax Lyla, I'm kidding.”
I didn't say anything else as we drove toward the airport. I felt him occasionally glance at me but remained quiet.
“Lyla?”
“What?” I grumbled.
“Talk to me.”
“No.”
“If you want to be a stripper, I can easily open up a strip club for you.”
I glared at the side of his head.
“I mean, I wouldn't allow anyone in but me. Your body could easily make millions but I don't want anyone else looking at you.”
I blushed before turning to punch him in the rib.
“Ouch, you're abusive.”
“Shut up,” I grumbled.
He chuckled.
“How do you manage your business when you're always with me?”
“The other bodyguards are my friends and they go by and keep an eye on things. Your father also helps a lot. I run the business remotely.”
I nodded. “You trust them, huh?”
“Yeah, I do. I trust them with my life.”
“Just not mine,” I laughed.
“Not without me present, no. I made you my number one responsibility. No one else can protect you like I can.”
I nodded.
After a few moments, I spoke again. “So, when are you going to take me to one of your famous clubs? I'm a fan of drinking and dancing.”
“There's one in Brazil. I can take you if you'd like.”
I smiled. “I would love to go.”
He smiled back at me. We pulled into the airport parking lot.
“What are you going to do with your guns?”
“Leave them.”
“What? What if someone followed us?”
“Lyla, I can handle it without a gun.”
“Wha-”
“I've been trained to kill someone with my bare hands. I don't need a gun. They just make the job easier.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
He grabbed my hand and squeezed. “I would never ever hurt you. And I will never allow anyone to take you from me, okay? I've done a lot of bad things in my life but I can't feel bad about it when it comes to keeping you safe.”
I nodded.
He squeezed my hand reassuringly before turning in his seat. He grabbed a T-shirt and leggings out of the bag for me and then dumped the rest of the contents from the bag into the suitcase.
I took the clothes from him.
“Did you happen to buy any panties and bras?”
“I have panties and a sports bra because I don't know what cup size you wear.”
“Thanks,” I muttered. He handed me the panties and bra.
“Don't look,” I whispered. I don't have any underwear on at all.
He looked at me for a moment before turning back to the backseat and busying himself with the bags.
I pulled his sweatpants off and pulled on the white lace thong.
Of course he bought lacy thongs.
I pulled on the leggings next before gripping the bottom of the bloody T-shirt I had on. I pulled it above my head, very aware of my boobs hanging out.
I quickly began pulling the bra over my head but I got tangled and ended up wiggling and bouncing around trying to get it on. I felt warm hands lightly touch my arms and pull my bra over my boobs. When I looked at him, his eyes held a fire that I've never seen before. He gulped and turned again.
“Put the T-shirt on. We have to go.”
I hurried and pulled the T-shirt over my head.
He grabbed his gun wound supplies but left the guns under the seats.
“Ready?” He said, looking in my eyes.
I nodded. “Let's go.”
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The Bodyguard of the Mafia boss's daughter (part 10/32)