Bodyguard My Heart (The Bodyguard #2)

Chapter 13

13

S amara

“Hand me those cucumbers over there,” Gran instructed me as soon as I walked into the kitchen. The enticing smell of spices filled my nose, and for a second, I forgot I was here to help Gran prepare the food for Fabian’s funeral services.

“How many?” I questioned as I looked at the big bag of cucumbers sitting on the counter.

“The whole bag will do,” she replied. “I expect many people to stop by and pay their respects.”

I grabbed the bag and handed it to her. Two weeks had come and gone rapidly, and we still had no clue who had caused all of this. It had Demetrius on edge, and every day that passed with no leads made him even more angry. The only thing that seemed to calm him down was being inside my pussy or out on the coffee bean farm with Grandpapa. He’d been coming here almost every day to help Grandpapa plant coffee bean trees. He had this crazy idea that he could rebirth their old farm. I didn’t know if that was possible, but it was helping him cope with our current situation, so it was fine with me. Plus, the more we came over here, the more time I spent with Gran and Grandpapa, and for someone who never had grandparents and barely had parents, I was enjoying the time.

“Come on over here, chile.” She smiled warmly at me while gesturing for me to join her. “You need to know how to do this. When I’m gone, somebody will have to pass down my recipes.”

I smiled as I eagerly rolled up my sleeves. I wasn’t much of a cook. Growing up, we always had a chef or Aunt Vanessa cook. As an adult, it was just more convenient to eat out. After burning water on several occasions, I gave up. There was really nobody to show me. Now that there was, though, I was willing to learn.

“I’ma be honest, Gran. I’m not much of a cook.” I was nervous.

“You just need a good teacher.”

I smiled as I settled on her side. She handed me a knife, and I joined her in cutting up vegetables.

“This is simple enough,” I mumbled to myself as I cut.

“Demetrius’s mother couldn’t cook either when my son first brought her home,” she shared. “You American women are just pretty without a lick of skill.”

My hand flew to my mouth as I tried my best not to laugh. I would have been offended had anyone else said something like that, but it was Gran, she didn’t mean any harm. Being direct was just a part of her culture.

“Not all American women, Gran. Some can really cook. Plus, I’d like to think of my skill as healing people. Not everybody can stomach blood.”

“Touché.” She grinned. “You got to be some kind of special. My grandboy loves you.”

“And that’s scary,” I admitted. Gran stopped chopping the cucumbers and stared at me.

“And what’s so scary about it?”

“What’s not scary about it? Being in love is terrifying.”

“Do you love Demetrius, Samara?”

“I do, and that scares me too. Demetrius is a good man but too much like my father, which scares me.”

“Hmm. I take it you don’t have a good relationship with your father.”

I shook my head in response. A little part of me wished I had a different response.

“Chile, it’s not love you fear. It’s being hurt. You’re so afraid of being hurt that you’ve closed yourself off to being loved. Afraid of the heartbreak that your father caused you. Your father was the first person to break your heart.”

I stared at her, contemplating what she’d said. I guess I never really thought about it like that.

“Unfortunately, baby, you were always going to fall in love with someone like your father. It’s inevitable. Our subconscious just does that. Ask yourself, is Demetrius like your father in all the good or bad ways?”

The door opened, and the sound of laughter and Demetrius’s crutches hitting the floor alerted us that the men were coming in. Gran turned and went back to chopping up vegetables like she hadn’t just put so many things on my mind. Maybe I was only seeing one side of him and not him in his entirety. Maybe I was only looking for the bad in him and blocking out everything good.

I was speechless as Demetrius, Claude, and Grandpapa entered the kitchen. Grandpapa wasted no time walking up to his wife. He immediately wrapped his arms around her and sprinkled her with kisses. Gran giggled like a schoolgirl, and it made me smile. Their love was so beautiful. I’d witnessed nothing so pure. My parents already hated each other by the time I was old enough to understand what was going on.

“Go to your room,” Claude demanded.

“Boy, hush!” Gran fanned him off as she gave her husband a kiss.

“I’m ain’t gon’ never stop loving my queen,” Grandpa mumbled.

“That’s right, Grandpa. Me neither,” Demetrius replied before quietly pulling me aside and leading me to the back room.

“Is everything all right? I was helping Gran cook.” I was concerned by the serious look he had on his face. He didn’t say anything as he led me deeper into the room and sat on the bed, pulling me down on his lap. The way he squeezed me close let me know everything I needed to know. He was anxious about tomorrow. Paying his final respects to Fabian was taking a toll on his mental. I could see it in his eyes. We were having a private viewing for him since we were technically still laying low. There was no telling who Fabian’s funeral would attract.

“You’re anxious.” I noticed the dazed look in his eyes.

“Just pissed. We still haven’t pinpointed these motherfuckers.”

“You will.” I pulled him into my chest. “It’s just taking a little longer than we expected.” I kissed his forehead. My lips barely grazed his skin.

“Shit like this don’t take me this long, Samara. What the fuck is going on?”

“You’re human. You’re not perfect. You’re not invincible. This is just that part in the superhero film when it looks like you will be defeated.”

Demetrius stared up at me and I could see the anxiousness disappear from his face.

“Am I the superhero or the villain in this movie?” He shot back.

“You’re definitely the superhero.” I pulled him in deeper into my chest. In one swift movement, his eyes lowered, and he popped my right nipple out of my shirt.

“What are you doing?” I tried swatting his hand away, but he was already inhaling a mouth full of titty.

“You know sucking yo’ titties keeps a nigga from spazzing,” he stated, causing me to giggle as he circled his tongue around my nipple.

“You’re crazy," I replied, just as Demetrius’s phone dinged with a message. He looked at the text, and whatever was on the screen had his face balling up and rage pooling in his eyes.

“What is it?” I questioned. Demetrius turned the phone around, and I peered down at the screen. Multiple pictures of Ashton knocking on my apartment door appeared on the screen. My eyebrows narrowed in confusion as I read the caption under the last picture.

Ro: Ask Samara who is this nigga?

“He’s gon’ make me come out of hiding to kill his ass.” Demetrius shook his head, and I laughed. I didn’t know what Ashton was doing at my condo. I hadn’t talked to him since the day Demetrius kicked down his front door. Well, I’d sent him a sorry text message he’d left on read, but that was it.

“I really don’t know why he is at my door.” I laughed it off.

“You know exactly why.” He shot back as he lifted me in the air with no hesitation at all and positioned me on his shoulder. The skirt I had on rolled up around my ass, and he used his teeth to rip the thin thong I had on. I felt his breath tickle my clit and it sent chills shooting through my body.

“As good as this motherfucker taste… You know exactly why that nigga sniffing around.” He rolled his tongue up and down my pussy.

“Demetrius!” I squealed, wiggling my hips, trying to free myself from his tight grasp. I was supposed to be helping Gran in the kitchen, not allowing her grandson to devour my pussy like his last meal.

“Stop moving before you fall. Out here letting soft ass niggas taste my pussy.” He gritted his teeth. “You think I like killing niggas over pussy, Samara?” He wiped his tongue over my pearl. His anger had him applying just the right amount of pressure.

“Oh my.” I let a soft whimper escape my lips as he buried his head in between my legs. He rolled his tongue around my pussy, sucking up my juices as they rained from my body. I wrapped my own hands around my mouth to silence my moans.

“You mean everything to me, baby girl.” He hummed into my center.

“Ooh, fuck!” I moaned, my voice just above a whisper. I could feel my thighs tightening around his neck as my sweet juices coated his face. I don’t know what I had been thinking allowing Ashton or anyone else to come close to me when this man made me feel so damn good.

“Sweet ass pussy.”

“Um huh! Don’t stop!” It felt so fucking good. I could barely silence myself. My body shook as he sucked my pearl like he was trying to remove it from my body. My back arched, giving him more access to me. I was on the verge of cumming.

“I’m….cu… cu… cumming!” I let out a muffled scream.

“Wet my fucking face!” He coached me as he snaked one of his hands around and pushed his thumb into my clit. My legs began to shake uncontrollably around his neck.

“Fuck! Oooh! Meechie!”

“You better not ever let another nigga taste my pussy again.” He pulled on my pearl as my juices sprang from my body. “I want yo’ curve game strong as fuck from this day forth! Do you hear me?”

“Yes!” I panted, attempting to break free of his hold, but he held me there, never removing his face from between my legs.

“Damn! I love you!” My vision was blurring, and I didn’t know if I could cum anymore. “I love you… please.” I was begging. Slowly, Demetrius lowered me to the bed.

“And you moving out of that damn apartment when we get back. I don’t want no nigga knowing where you rest yo’ head.”

He stood from the bed.

“Now, go help my grandma cook. She probably worried and yo’ ass in here being fast.”

I rolled my eyes at him as I flipped his dumb self off.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I am just about to rest in here, trying to figure out what the hell we are missing. He kissed me on the lips, and I exited the room.

Gran gave me a sly grin, letting me know she knew what we had just done in the back room.

“The power of love,” she said as I went to the sink to wash my hands.

“The power of love,” I repeated.