Nixon: An m/m bodyguard romance (Hunter Security), page 18
Denver chuckles. “That’s an easy secret to keep. But I promise, they’re all good people. You can let your guard down. Besides, if anyone tried anything, Nixon would kick the shit out of them.”
I laugh as I search for the man who has stolen my heart. He’s standing by the door, casually talking with the gorgeous couple, so I make my way over to them.
“Hi, I’m Dante,” I say, reaching my hand out to them.
“I’m Dax, and this is my wife, Izzy,” the man says, shaking my hand. It takes a moment, but the names finally connect.
“You’re the doctor who helped out Nixon not too long ago.”
“That’s me. I’m glad I was able to help. Also, sorry you had to deal with that.”
“It’s been a lot, but hopefully, life stops being so hectic for us,” I reply.
“I get that. Nixon was my bodyguard when shit was hitting the fan for me,” Izzy informs me. “I’m glad he found someone to make him happy, especially since he wouldn’t let me set him up with my brother.”
Nixon laughs. “He wasn’t my type.”
“And what exactly is your type?” I ask him with a smirk.
“A gorgeous brat,” he grumbles, bending down to give me a gentle kiss.
I feel like I should be freaking out right now, but I’m not. Maybe it’s because I’m in the safety of my home, and if Nixon trusts these people, then I do too.
“I brought Monopoly,” Sophy yells.
Nixon groans. “That girl is the worst when it comes to board games. If she wins, she’s gloating. If she loses, she’s the biggest spoiled sport there is,” he whispers.
“Thanks for letting me know,” I say before shouting, “Nixon and I are in.”
That earns me a swat on the ass and a growl in my ear. “You’ve missed your spankings, haven’t you?”
My body shivers with anticipation, and I shrug and wink at him. “I feel like you’re just making empty promises right now,” I tease and rush over to Sophy and Slate.
“Today was amazing,” Nixon says after our guests have left.
“I’ll admit, I was nervous, but I had a great time. Your friends are amazing. I can’t wait to meet your parents next.”
Nixon steps forward and grips my hips with his strong hands, sending a shiver down my spine as he pulls me into him and crashes his lips to mine. “You make me so fucking happy,” he whispers against my lips once we break for air.
“I love you, Nixon. I hope you see I’m trying. It isn’t always going to be easy for me, especially in public, but I want to be the man you deserve.”
Nixon whispers kisses against my lips, and I smile. “Babe, if you’re never comfortable with public displays of affection, I’ll live with that. But it means the world to me that you’re willing to let my friends in. My parents will also love you as much as I do.”
I kiss him sweetly before grabbing his hand and giving it a little tug. “I was promised a spanking,” I remind him with a smirk, then drop his hand and bolt for the bedroom.
“Your ass is mine, Brat.”
I laugh as his loud footsteps follow me down the hall. I barely have time to turn around once I’ve reached the room before Nixon grabs me and throws me on the bed.
“Get naked, now,” Nixon growls out with a look of pure lust that makes my heart race.
Obeying as fast as I can, I shuck my clothes and lie naked on the bed, waiting for what my man has up his sleeve.
“Get over my knees, Brat,” Nixon commands.
Again, I listen without complaint. It’s been far too long since Nixon spanked me, and I’ve missed our impact play sessions more than I thought possible.
“I’ve missed turning this perfect ass the shade of a tomato.” Nixon rubs my ass firmly. “How many spankings do you think you need tonight?”
I turn my face a bit so I can look at him. “You decide. I trust you.”
“I was thinking ten.”
I nod, knowing it’s going to hurt but also certain Nixon will be there to take care of me afterward. We both need this for too many reasons to list.
A loud smack fills the room, followed by the delicious sting of the spank. I smile and count. “One.”
The spanks come hard and fast, and he alternates between cheeks, leaving me a puddle of goo when he’s finished.
“You did so fucking good,” Nixon praises, pulling me into his arms and holding me for a moment. Then he lays me on the bed and leaves to get supplies.
“Will you fuck me?” I ask as soon as he’s in the room again. “I’m so hard it hurts, and I want you to punish my ass in more ways than one.”
Nixon grins and opens the drawer for the lube, but I stop him as he reaches for a condom.
“Can we go bare tonight?”
Nixon eyes me warily, and I wonder if this is too soon.
“I haven’t been with anyone in years and was negative for everything the last time I was tested,” I tell him, trying to ease some of his worries. “I trust you. If you’re comfortable, I want this with you.”
“I’ve never been bare with a partner before,” he admits, and I’m happy I’ll hopefully get to be his first.
“I love you, Nixon, but if you’re not ready for this, I understand.”
“I’m ready, Treasure. It just feels so surreal. I thought I had lost you when you pushed me away. I don’t ever want to feel like that again. It’s early, but you’re it for me. I don’t ever want anyone else. So, if you’re positive you’re all in, then I’m ready.”
A mixture of pride and hurt fills my chest, and I reach for his hand. “I’m sorry I hurt you, but I feel the same way. I’m all in, baby. I don’t want anyone else.”
Nixon eagerly gets on the bed, kissing me with all the love inside him. My heart races as his tongue dips into my mouth, battling with mine. Words are great, but actions like this prove he isn’t only telling me what I want to hear. No, it’s so evident in the way he steals my breath that he is just as crazy about me as I am about him.
“Need you,” I plead after we break apart, panting for air.
“I’ve got you.” He picks up the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount onto his fingers.
I pull my knees up to give him better access and am met with a cold finger pressed against my puckered entrance.
“Your ass is fucking perfect,” Nixon mutters, his finger breaching the hole.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. “Yesss,” I hiss out as he wiggles the digit around before adding in a second.
He works me while pressing kisses to my inner thighs and stomach, whispering words of praise and adoration. When he moves his fingers just right, hitting the spot of pleasure inside me, I cry out, and my cock bobs hard against my skin.
Shit, am I going to come untouched tonight? That would be a first.
“Are you ready, Treasure?” Nixon asks after a third finger has worked me good.
“Please. I need you,” I beg, and Nixon smirks.
Another dollop of lube is spread onto Nixon’s giant cock before he grabs my ankles and places them on his shoulder. Then he lines himself up and gently sinks in.
“Fuck I’ve missed you so much.” I moan as he pushes all the way in.
“Our bodies were made for each other,” he notes as he leans down to kiss me. “I love you so fucking much, Dante.”
“And I love you,” I whisper, tears coming to my eyes at the intimacy of this moment. “Now fuck me like you mean it,” I encourage Nixon, bringing a grin to his gorgeous face.
“With pleasure, Treasure.”
He finally lets loose, and I scream, “Fuck” as he pounds into me before adjusting my hips so he’s nailing my prostate.
Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge, and I swear I’m seeing stars from how amazing this feels. Nixon doesn’t let up his punishing pace, and a few moments later, I’m coming, untouched. My entire body spasms, and I’ve never felt anything so intense in my entire life. My cock leaks as he milks my prostate, but this isn’t a normal orgasm.
“Holy shit, you look hot right now,” Nixon tells me, fucking me like a madman and stroking my still-hard cock.
As he pounds into me, another sensation takes over my body, and I erupt like a fucking fountain, covering my abs and chest with cum, a few drops landing on my face from the force. That’s all it takes for my sexy man to reach his own climax, shooting his cum deep into my channel.
Nixon holds me, his softening cock still inside me, and I’ve never felt anything so special.
“Why don’t we have a shower? Then I’ll apply some cream to your ass before we cuddle, and you can have some chocolate,” Nixon suggests.
“That sounds amazing,” I tell him as he gently pulls out, leaving me feeling empty. But the sensation of his cum leaking out of me reminds me of what we just did—how special this moment is.
Nixon takes my hand, leading me to the bathroom without saying a word. He turns on the shower, ensuring the temperature is right before guiding me in. I rest my head on his chest as the water cascades over us, and I realize how perfect this feels. I might have been forced out of the closet, but at least I got a perfect man in exchange.
I only pray my past doesn’t continue to haunt us.
Chapter 27
Nixon
Today, Dante and I are shopping for supplies for the Brazil trip, which is fast approaching.
I still can’t believe it’s been three weeks since Dante came out, and we are leaving in a week for six months.
Our relationship has been progressing amazingly, and for the most part, the paparazzi are leaving us alone. Thankfully, it doesn’t take them long to latch onto the next story.
“I think you’d look hot in this,” Dante tells me, holding up the ugliest T-shirt I’ve ever seen.
I lift a brow at him as if to say, “Really?” which makes him laugh so hard people turn to stare. “I think I have enough clothes,” I mutter.
Dante rolls his eyes, bringing a smirk to my lips as I hold up three fingers to remind him how many spankings he’s already on. His cheeks turn a gorgeous shade of pink, but he doesn’t respond.
“All of your clothes are black. I’m not sure how you don’t die in that attire. Why not pick something fun?”
“My job is to blend into the background. Black makes that easy.”
He sticks his tongue out at me. “You’re no fun. Besides, you aren’t just a bodyguard anymore. You’re my boyfriend, and I want you to have fun clothes.”
The pout he gives me is almost too much to argue with. “You can pick out three solid color shirts, but that’s it,” I concede, and Dante dances around with joy.
When we’re done shopping, we head to the car, which is parked a couple of blocks away since the streets were packed when we got here.
“Dante,” a female calls out, and instinctively, I move closer to him.
Dante turns, his face going pale as he drops his bag.
“Babe, are you okay?” I ask quietly.
He stays frozen, staring at the woman. That’s when I realize who she is.
This woman looks exactly like every photograph I’ve seen her in. Completely put together with a well-practiced smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, which are the same color as her son’s. I know the evil behind that fake and high-priced exterior, and it’s downright ugly.
“You shouldn’t be here, Mrs. Michaelson,” I advise her.
“Why not? It’s a free country,” she bites out. “Besides, the little shit beside you ruined my life.” She glares at Dante.
“How the hell did I do that?”
“Your father is going to end up in prison because of you. Don’t think I don’t know it was you and your boyfriend who leaked the information about him hiring escorts.” She sneers. “I’m the laughing fucking stock of this town now, and it’s all because of you.” She raises her hand to strike him, but I’m quicker and grab her wrist.
“Don’t you dare touch him,” I growl out.
“Why should I listen to the man who defiled my son?”
“Get fucked, Mom,” Dante spits out.
His mother gasps and stumbles back. “The devil really does have a hold of you. You’re both going to burn in hell,” she shouts over her shoulder as she turns and rushes away.
“Holy shit,” Dante mutters, shaking his head.
“Your mom seems like a real peach,” I supply, bringing a small smile to my handsome boyfriend’s lips.
“Think we can get a restraining order against her too?”
“It’s worth reaching out to your lawyers about,” I offer. “Has she ever been physical with you before?”
Dante shakes his head. “Honestly, she was just more indifferent to me. Wasn’t as obvious about her hatred like my father… not until now, anyway. At least she showed her real colors today. That way, I won’t feel bad about cutting ties with her too. I’m happy they aren’t in my life anymore. I’m better off without them.”
I nod, pulling him into my arms for a hug. He stiffens, and it’s then I remember we’re in public.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I let him go.
“I’m the one who’s sorry. I promise I’m working on getting better at public displays of affection, but it’s going to take some time.”
“Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiles, but I can tell he’s still shaken up about everything that went down.
“Come on, let’s go home.” I tilt my head toward the crosswalk.
We walk to the car. Dante is a few steps ahead, even though I wish I could hold his hand. Unfortunately, he’s not ready for that yet. So I’ll have to be patient.
The light turns green as Dante reaches the street, but the second his feet hit the asphalt, a car steps on the gas, nailing him hard. He flies over the roof, and the car speeds off, leaving his limp body on the street.
“No,” I yell so loud my throat hurts as I rush to him.
Acting on instinct, I pull my phone out and dial 9-1-1, replaying what happened.
“Don’t leave me, Treasure,” I whisper as his eyes remain closed.
I just got the love of my life back, and now I might be losing him a second time. This one permanent.
“Where is he?” Anna asks, rushing into the hospital.
“Surgery,” I reply, staring at the cup of coffee I’m holding.
I haven’t taken a single sip, but a nurse was nice enough to bring it to me, so I feel bad about getting rid of it.
“Do we know anything?” She sits beside me.
I shake my head. “He didn’t look good, Anna, and they won’t tell me anything else. You’re listed as his power of attorney, so you’ll be able to get the information.”
“He’s strong. He won’t die,” Anna assures me, but I doubt she fully believes those words.
It’s just something people say, but life is a finicky bitch, and it doesn’t matter how strong Dante is. If it’s his time to go, nothing can keep him here. I pray to whatever deity is listening that it isn’t his time.
“Miss Appleyard,” a nurse calls out, and Anna and I stand quickly.
“This is Dante’s boyfriend,” Anna supplies when the nurse gives me a funny look.
“The doctor wants to talk with you,” the nurse tells us, and we follow her to a small room.
The walls are a weird shade of pink, and it has that overly clean hospital smell. A couch and two large chairs line the walls, and a light wood coffee table sits in the middle.
“This looks like a room where they tell people their loved one has died,” I whisper.
Anna nods. Tears are brimming in her eyes, so I pull her into my arms. That’s when she lets go. Fuck, I hope our thoughts aren’t true, but even if they are, I can’t break down yet.
“I’m Dr. Fontain,” an elderly man in a white lab coat greets us a few minutes later.
“Nice to meet you. Can you please tell us about Dante?” Anna begs.
“Mr. Michaelson received multiple injuries, including internal bleeding that required immediate surgery, but we were able to stabilize him.”
“He isn’t dead?” Anna whispers.
The doctor shakes his head. “He isn’t out of the woods yet, and he’s resting, but as of right now, he’s stable. There is a long road to recovery ahead of him, and the next few days are vital to how this turns out.”
Anna flings herself into my arms, sobbing tears of relief.
“When can we see him?” I ask.
“You’re welcome to go in now. We still have Dante under a light sedative to make sure his body has ample time to heal. He’ll be asleep, but we always recommend talking to the patients. We can’t know for sure if he hears you, but positive words never hurt,” he tells us before standing and leading us to the room.
I fight back a gasp when my eyes land on Dante. The lower half of his body is almost entirely in a cast. Only one leg isn’t restrained.
Anna asks the question that’s floating around in my head. “Is he going to be able to walk again?”
“He broke his pelvis and one leg in multiple places, but he is young and healthy, so he has a good chance at making a full recovery. Like I said, as soon as we get past these few days of observation, we’ll know more,” he states, then leaves us alone with Dante.
Pulling a chair over to the side of the bed with the least number of obstacles, I reach for his hand and gently squeeze it.
“I’m here, Treasure,” I assure him. “You heal so you can come back to me.”
“Do you want to go home and get changed?” Anna asks, resting her hand on my shoulder.
“I don’t want to leave him,” I reply, not taking my eyes off Dante. “I can’t leave him. I already failed him once.”
It’s like my body can’t fight the emotions anymore, and tears cascade down my face.
“You didn’t fail him,” Anna assures me, but I shake my head as sobs rack my body.
“I did, Anna. It was my job to keep him safe, and I failed.”
She rubs my back while I let it all out. I am glad she’s here with me. I’m not sure I’d be able to do this on my own.
