Bodyguard My Heart (The Bodyguard #2)

Chapter 12

12

D emetrius

“They are going to love this bed!” Samara fluffed the last pillow in the main bedroom. I smiled, looking at her in action. I’d been in a trance all day, watching her move her fine ass around our home, decorating it. I thought she would have caught on to what I was doing by now, but she really did not know, and that made all the trouble I’d gone through to pull this shit off worth it.

“That was the last room on our list. I think we did good.” I stood from the chair I was sitting in. “You ready to find Ramik so we can get out of here and grab something to eat?”

“Yes! I’m starved.” She moved toward me, a huge smile on her face, letting me know I had knocked this day out of the park, and it would only get better.

“I already know. Come on. I want to feed you before you get hangry.” I nodded my head toward the door, allowing her to walk ahead. Before we could round the corner good, Ramik appeared right on schedule.

“Aye, my man, we’re all done. We about to head out.” I delivered Ramik the code word to let him know to prepare the backyard for our arrival. Ramik really did work for Habitat House. He was a friend of my grandparents and had been house-sitting for me over the years. That didn’t stop this little skit from costing me a fifteen-thousand-dollar donation and duplicates of all the furniture I’d brought for our home. The cost was nothing, though. I’d spend every dime I had to make Samara happy, if that’s what it came to.

“I know you said y’all leaving, but before you head out, there are a few things in the backyard that we could use your help with.”

Samara looked back at me for an out. She was ready to go, but I knew she wouldn’t turn down helping. I nodded, letting her know I was cool with it. Samara looked from me to Ramik.

“Just this one more thing. Your help today has been awesome!” Ramik pleaded.

“It’s no problem with me, baby girl.” I pushed the button to the elevator. “We’ll leave right after this, alright?” I lied. I’d already checked us out of the resort. This was where we’d be staying for the rest of our stay.

“Okay, sure! Just show us what to do,” Samara confirmed as we gathered onto the elevator. A nigga was hyped as fuck and nervous as we descended to the first floor. I ain’t know how she was gon’ react. We’d just made this shit official, and here I was already presenting her with a house. I ain’t gon’ lie, I didn’t originally purchase this home for Samara. Our relationship was still strictly business when I bought it five years ago. It was meant for my grandparents, so I’d had an elevator put in it. When they refused to move in, it just remained empty. I never thought to live in it or use it at all until I stepped foot on this island with Samara. Then it all made sense.

The elevator opened, and Ramik led Samara and me into the backyard before disappearing. The moment she stepped outside and saw the dimly lit backyard come into view, her jaw dropped.

“What is going on?” Her footsteps halted, and she turned to me. She was visibly overwhelmed with emotion as she gazed at me in disbelief. I smirked, seeing her eyes fill with tears. I’d had our backyard decorated with flowers, candles, and a romantic fort since we never got to enjoy the one at that dancing nigga’s house. The stars twinkling in the night sky added an extra touch to the ambiance. It was perfect.

“You had to know there was more to this date,” I replied. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, but I don’t feel right doing this in some needy family’s backyard.” She looked between me and the fort.

“Good thing it’s our backyard then, huh?” I walked past her, leading the way to the fort.

“What did you just say?” She hesitated, and I stopped to look at her.

“Welcome home. This is where we’ll stay for the rest of our time in Haiti.”

“Wait, you’re serious. This is your house?”

“Our house,” I corrected her.

“Our house?” she repeated slowly, like she was attempting to wrap her head around it. “And we just spent all day decorating it together.”

“That is correct.” I nodded my head. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked up at the house.

“Oh my fucking God!” She shrieked. “I… I can’t believe you did this. It’s the most thoughtful thing… What are you trying to say?” She stumbled over her words as she approached me. The shock of it all was clear on her face. I pulled her into me, balancing us the best I could on one leg.

“This might seem sudden, but on some real shit, we’ve already wasted enough time.” I kissed her forehead as she sobbed in my arms.

“What about Miami? Are you proposing we move in together? Move here?” She fired off her questions.

“We can have a home in Miami. We can live here. Use this as a vacation home. It’s whatever you want to do, baby girl.”

She pushed slightly off my chest and gazed up into my eyes. I didn’t know what she was searching for, but she was searching for something. It was making me sweat a lil bit. I ain’t want to be out here doing too much, but what was too much with the woman I’d been married to for six years?

“Living together is a huge step.”

“I know.”

“Moving out the country is even bigger.”

“I know.”

Her breathing hitched as I stared into her eyes. She was overwhelmed, and the last thing I wanted her to do was shut down on me.

“Don’t overthink it, baby girl. Let’s just enjoy tonight.” I kissed her soft lips. I could feel her body relax into mine. “No stress, this is home while we’re here, and we’ll talk about that other shit when we get home.”

“Okay.” She exhaled softly.

“Come on, let me feed you.” I moved one of my crutches to the other side of my body, propped myself up on Samara, and headed toward the fort.

“It’s all so beautiful. Thank you,” Samara muttered as she helped me onto the air mattress that was inside the fort before joining me.

“See, a nigga can be romantic. You just never gave me the chance.”

Samara glanced at me. Her mouth opened and closed as she got comfortable next to me.

“It was never that I thought you couldn’t be romantic, Demetrius.”

“What was it, then?”

“Everything else and nothing worth mentioning all at the same time.” Samara’s voice cracked. She said nothing, but I understood every word.

“It don’t matter. I got your ass now.” I pulled her into my body and kissed her on the forehead.

“How is this going to work, Demetrius? Do we date? Do we behave like a married couple?”

There she went overthinking again.

“You’re definitely my wife, but I think we take shit at our own pace. Define it as we go. Is that cool?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “What’s for dinner?”

I removed the food from the chafer dishes. I’d had it delivered from a local restaurant that Ramik recommended. It was Haitian Tasso and rice since my baby liked steak.

“How do you always know what I want to eat?” She lifted the plate.

“I pay attention. Plus, you eat the same three things in rotation.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Steak, sushi, tacos.” I held up my finger and counted off her three items. Her mouth opened and closed, but she didn't respond. She knew I was right.

“Exactly!” I added, causing her to giggle. We settled into a comfortable silence as we ate, and nothing seemed to matter. Not the cartel, not the fact that somebody had tried to kill me. The only thing that mattered in that moment was me and Samara. She had some shit to work out within herself, but I would be there every step of the way, talking her through it.

Thunder roared from above, and the sky opened up, allowing a light drizzle to fall around us.

“Oh my!” Samara shrieked frantically. She started trying to gather our things, but I sat my food to the side and pulled her in closer. We were barely getting wet under the tent. I wasn’t about to let a little rain interrupt our night.

“Stay. The rain just makes this more beautiful.” I pulled her into me even more. I loved being close to her. The feel of our skin touching was the best fucking thing in the world. It gave me more peace than any blunt.

“Here, I have something for you.” I grabbed the box next to me and handed it to her. Her eyes ballooned as she opened it.

“A diary?” She looked between me and the rose-colored book.

“In case you don't want to tell me your secrets.”

She didn’t say anything… Just put the diary to the side and mounted me.

“I want to tell you my secrets.” Her voice was low, and my dick was already hard as fuck. “I’ve never felt seen or heard before you. I’ve never felt as though my heart was safe with anyone.”

“Your secrets, your heart, I’m the bodyguard of both of them motherfuckers.” I tapped the spot on her chest just above her heart. “Do you hear me, baby girl?”

“I hear you.” She rolled her hips across my lap. If I wasn’t working with just one fully functional leg, I’d bend her ass over and fuck the shit out of her right now. It was probably a good thing I couldn’t, though. It made the ambiance more intimate. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her into a hug. We stayed like that for a minute, just listening to the rainfall around us blend with the beat of our hearts.

“Tell me your secrets, baby girl.” I kissed her. She raised her head to look at me and then nuzzled her face back into my neck.

“When I was a little girl, I dreamed of doing stuff like this with my daddy.”

My eyes bulged, and I turned my head to peer at her. What the hell is she talking about?

“Not this… You know, like the girls on TV. Daddy-daughter dates. A walk to the park, a trip to the toy store. A movie night camping out in a fort,” she explained, and I allowed her to rest her head back in the crook of my neck. “When I was eight. I asked my dad if he could take me to the movies. It was right after my mom had passed. He said yeah. So, I got all dressed up. We got to the movies, and he watched maybe two minutes of it before his phone rang, and he had to run off. He left me at the movies alone and had the nanny pick me up. I was so scared. So devastated.”

I pulled her in closer as I made circular motions on her back. I could still feel the pain in her words as she talked.

“That was the day I vowed never to date a man who had anything to do with the cartel like my father.”

I pulled her up. I wanted to look into her face when I asked her this question.

“What other times did your father let you down?” I wanted to know so that I’d never let her down in those same ways.

“I’m killing the mood. I’m sorry.” She tried to deflect.

“You are the mood.”

She took a deep breath before replying.

“My father never took me to a school dance. When Royale was old enough, he started going in his place, but it wasn't the same.” She held her fingers up.

“He missed my birthdays, but he always sent a gift. Oh, or planned a party that he didn't even attend. Several Christmases, my first period, my first date. You remember you and Royale had to see me off?” She dropped a finger every time she named something. She was laughing, but I could tell it was a coping mechanism. Just another way she’d learned to deal with constantly being disappointed.

“I’m sorry your father wasn’t there for you. I'm sorry he didn’t know how important his job was as the first man to hold your heart.” I kissed her lips, and tears once again coated her cheeks, and it burned me up inside. I was ready to send a prison hit into his fucking jail cell for being such a suck ass fucking father. He was already on my shit list for what he’d done to Royale and Monroe, but now I really wanted his ass. Cartel or not, he should have been there more. When I was a kid, I looked up to Mr. London. Now, I just saw him for what he was—a bad person who was only concerned about himself. He was the perfect example of a father that thought he could provide money in place of love and time, and Samara was the perfect example of why that shit didn’t work. It only taught her how to build borders around her heart.

“You don't have to worry about that anymore because I have your heart now, and I know what to do with it.”

Our lips once again connected. This time, Samara had thrown her lips onto mine.

“Enough about me. Your turn. Tell me your secrets,” she asked back. “I’m your diary too.”

I wanted to tell her about my thoughts about retiring from the cartel, but I didn’t want to get her hopes up if that wasn’t possible.

“Come here,” I commanded. I was talking more to her pussy as I lifted her in the air so she could remove my dick from my basketball shorts and insert me inside her wet center. Her pussy engulfed me, and an immediate rush of pleasure shot through my body.

“We only got enough time for your secrets today, baby girl.” I grabbed her hips and assisted her in bouncing up and down on my dick.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Just like that!”

“Shhhit!” Samara moaned, and I pushed into her with more force, trying to erase all her disappointments and letdowns.

“Oh my God!” Her head fell back in pleasure as our bodies collided. I couldn’t get in her pussy the way I wanted to, but I wasn’t holding back. I drilled into her guts with precision, making her thrust her hips into me harder.

“Ooh!” she cried. Pleasure coated her pretty face.

“Let me know how good this dick feels,” I commanded.

“It feels good! It feels good. It feels so fucking good!”

“Fuck yeah, it do!” I grunted as her walls pulsated around my dick. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and another moan escaped her mouth. She was on the verge of cumming, and I wasn’t too far behind her.

“Do you trust me with your heart, baby girl?” I asked. Her mouth moved, but the only thing that released was a loud, pleasurable cry. My hand wrapped around her neck, and the rain seemed to blow in our direction.

Do… you… trust me with your heart?” I sent a slow stroke into her with every word. “Say it!”

“I trust you with my heart!” she screamed, her pussy juices raining down on me as her whimpers and screams mixed with the sound of the rain.

“That’s right, baby girl. Cum on your dick!” I commanded, and her body trembled in response.

“My God! I’m cumming!” She erupted.

“Fucking cum, then!” I pulled her down on top of me, still grinding into her. Our lips collided. I was about to release, and I ain’t care about pulling out. I forced her body down and kept fucking her from the bottom.

“Shit, baby girl!” A breathy growl escaped my mouth as I sprayed my semen inside her walls. I prayed our love sprouted the seed of life. I’d already made her my wife. Now all that was left to do was give her my seeds.

“You’re safe with me, baby girl.” I pulled her from on top of me and wrapped my body around hers.

“I know.” She snuggled up next to me, and the rain serenaded us to sleep.