Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1) (2 page)

Once she’s sufficiently covered, I pop the back gate and climb out. She follows shortly after, phone in hand, ready to put in my number.
 

“What’s your number, baby?” she coos.
 

“Nine oh three, five, seven, six, eight,” I tell her and she quickly keys it in. I can’t help but glance over her shoulder, curious what I got labeled this time. Hottie Mike. I roll my eyes again, she can’t even be original.
 

“Great, I just texted you mine.”
 

“Perfect.” There is a chime that rings from the front seat of my car, she hears it and turns toward me. “Got it,” I tell her.
 

She wraps her arms around me. “I wish you didn’t have to go so soon.”
 

“I know, I’m sorry.” I give her a tentative pat on the back. “But text me,” I tell her with a smirk.
 

“Alright,” she says but doesn’t release me, instead she tucks something into my back pocket. Her panties.
 

“What are you doing?” I pull back.
 

“Oh, just something for you to remember me by.”
 

I smile sweetly at her. The only person in this conversation that knows the smile is fake is me.
 

I lean down and kiss her quickly on the head and I close the gate of the truck and move around it. She follows and the pleasantries continue for another minute or so before she heads back inside the bar and I pull out. As soon as I round the corner, out of sight, I pull her panties from my pocket and I toss them out the window. I look at my phone.
 

There’s a text from Dex. “You have excellent timing, motherfucker.” I smile.

TWO

“I’M DRIVING, WHAT’S up?”
 

“Where are you?” Dex asks. I called him because I needed to put some distance between me and the bar.
 

“I was out.”
 

“Trolling again? Did you score?”
 

“Shut it,” I snap.

“Wow, what the hell climbed up your cooter?”
 

“Fuck off,” I tell him again.
 

“No, seriously, what’s the deal?”
 

“Not a conversation to have on the phone. What do you need?” I let the tension and my irritation roll off me the longer Dex is on my phone. Dex and I have been the best of friends since the moment we met a few years ago. Though being a bodyguard should prevent personal relationships, being in close proximity to Dex is something that’s required. I quickly learned that he needed me more than he realized and by needing me, it usually meant rescuing him from his revolving door of women or retrieving him from all night drug binges. At least until he got sober. Now I seem to be his voice of reason, well, I was until Raine came along.

No, I’m not bitter about it. She is great to him and even better for him. She and I get along well, despite our history back in New York. I’ve slept with my best friend’s wife. Though I’d hardly call it that and I don’t dwell on the fact that it happened. The night was fucked up from the word go and only got worse. I’m not the type to feel guilty about sleeping with a woman, but I did when it came to her. I knew then that she and Dex were meant to be together and I just got in the way.
 

“Alright, how about Tuesday night, our place?” he asks.
 

“What time?”
 

I can tell he pulls away from the phone because when he talks to Raine, he’s muffled, but I hear, “He’s coming, what time?”
 

I don’t hear Raine’s reply and all I want to do is bite back that I haven’t said I’d come. Then again, Dex knows me better than that. “Any time after five,” he finally answers.
 

“Yeah, alright. Should I bring anything?”
 

“A date.”
 

I snort, “Like that’s ever gonna happen.”
 

“No, we got it covered,” Dex replies, dodging my comment. We seem to be having these conversations more and more lately.
 

“Anyone else coming?” I ask.
 

“Nope, just you. Dinner, and a chat.”
 

“About what?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me as I take the ramp onto the highway, headed toward home. Not that home is really where I want to be, but it’s better than being out. At least there I can rub out the orgasm Blondie failed to take from me. I shudder.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll have more details on Tuesday and we can go from there.”
 

I roll my eyes for the hundredth time tonight. “Yeah, alright. I’ll be there.”
 

“See you then.”
 

“Later,” I tell him and hit the end button on my steering wheel.
 

Tonight is Sunday. I have a meeting with Mills, my boss, and Cami, Mills’s boss and owner of Bold International, tomorrow that will likely take up my whole day. It’s rare that those downtown trips last less than an hour.
 

Then…well, fuck, I have nothing else to do until Tuesday.
 

Arriving home is bittersweet. My apartment is tiny, a mess and well, what would you expect on a bodyguard’s salary, at least, when he doesn’t work consistently. I am pretty sure that is what tomorrow is all about. Mills rarely calls me into meetings with the Bold bigwigs unless it’s something ridiculously important. I’ve been a bodyguard for Bold International for the last four years. Working for them has led me to work with celebrities, musicians and the like. Which is how I ended up one of a small handful of bodyguards for the 69 Bottles nationwide tour this last spring. If Mills is calling me in, more than likely it has something to do with needing me somewhere else. Which is fine considering the band isn’t doing anything for a while.
 

My apartment is a modest one bedroom in a fourplex building. My apartment is on the bottom right. My neighbor is an older lady who I don’t see much, but who has always been nice to me when I’ve seen her.
 

The apartment above me is occupied by a family of three. Their son is like four or five, and even though kids are not my favorite humans, this one isn’t so bad. He doesn’t jump around too much. The apartment upstairs and opposite is vacant and has been for some time. When I knew Raine and Dex were looking, they’d come over and looked at it, but then Addison, 69 Bottles’ public relations representative and the wife of 69 Bottles frontman Talon Carver and the band’s manager Kyle Black, offered up her condo and I can’t say I blamed them for taking that over this little building.

I toss my mail on the counter and go to the fridge, grabbing a beer and throwing my keys in the bowl.
 

Bringing my beer with me to my bedroom, I unholster my sidearm and lock it in the safe in my closet before shedding my clothes. As soon as I’m naked and looking down, I see my dick sticking to itself, reminding me of the wasted condom. I roll my eyes again.
 

I’ve been with a lot of women. I am not going to lie about that, but never have I ever had a one and done like that before. Jesus. You’d think that I would have had it happen before, but she had no regard for me whatsoever, either that or she thought the little grunts I’d given her were me coming and… I shake my head. It’s not worth dwelling on. At least not if I plan to stroke one out before getting out of the shower.
 

Being six-three and a solid two seventy-five has its advantages. The girls love the bigger, muscular guys and while I don’t consider myself to be a big guy, they usually do. Not to mention there are not too many guys much bigger than I am. Though Dex has me in the height department by about an inch and his arms are definitely bigger than mine, he’s pretty lean throughout the rest of his body. I guess being a drummer has its advantages in the arms department.
 

I run my hands through my dirty blond hair, it’s grown out some since being on tour. I usually keep it military short, but lately I haven’t cared much. Since Dex hooked up with Raine while on tour, we haven’t gone out much like we used to. Dex was a regular party animal and womanizer, until her.
 

If you’d asked me what my ideal woman looks like, I’d tell you to shove it. I haven’t a fucking clue. I’m thirty-four fucking years old and I’ve had less than a handful of relationships that have lasted longer than a week. Usually, because I get bored and move on, stop returning phone calls or change my number. I’ve never once brought a woman home to my apartment, thank god - they don’t need to turn stalker.
 

The strangest part about this is the fact that I’ve never thought of myself as being a one-woman kind of guy. The idea of monogamy is…I shudder at my own internal thoughts. Basically, I cannot imagine one person I could spend my whole life with.
 

When Addison hooked up with both Talon and Kyle while 69 Bottles was on tour, I’d started to wonder if that was the type of relationship for me. An open one. I’d never really thought about it before, but I often wonder if I too could handle another guy and a woman.
 

It’s that thought that makes me shiver and my cock harden.
 

When Dex and Raine hooked up, and for as many times as Dex and I shared women, I wondered if maybe the three of us would end up together. I could tell from the way Raine looked at me that she was attracted to me and the feeling was mutual. But like any other woman in my life, I managed to brush it off as soon as I got off. When Dex started babbling on and on about her, I knew then that he wasn’t that type of guy at all. I cannot imagine him sharing his woman with anyone.
 

The idea of a threesome with Dex and Raine morphed into me with two different women at the same time. One curvy and luscious, the other skinnier but she has an amazing ass. The kind I could sink my fingers into as I drill my cock deep into her pussy while her face is buried in the cunt of the curvy, well-endowed partner laying spread eagle on the bed.
 

I shiver as I take my cock in my hand and start to stroke. Closing my eyes, I let the fantasy fill me. The sensations of hands, hot cunts, and warm mouths is enough to tip me over the edge and into an orgasm that sends my cum flying all over the shower and forces me to brace myself against the wall so I don’t fall over.
 

I clean up my mess, wash myself off and climb out of the shower, pulling on a pair of pajama pants. I pull my suit from the closet, inspect it, and hang it back on the bar. I’ll need it for tomorrow.
 

Once that’s done, I go into the living room, grabbing another beer along the way before hitting the couch and watching TV. Jesus, my life sucks.

THREE

I HAVEN’T BEEN up on the top floor of Bold International since before the start of my career with 69 Bottles. Though they are my true priority- well, Dex and Raine are- I often get reassigned for temporary gigs when the band doesn’t really need me.
 

Since the twins were born, Addison, Talon & Kyle’s, they haven’t had much need for us. Mills usually handles things with them when necessary and then pulls Rusty, another of Bold’s security guys and Mills’s second in command, into the mix when he needs another set of eyes or hands.
 

Dex and Raine, though they go out frequently, usually tell me to take a hike, which is fine, but I usually don’t go very far. But Dex is the band's drummer and while he’s insanely hot, he’s not the popular target that Talon is as the band’s lead.
 

Mouse and Peacock, 69 Bottles’ guitarists, have Casey, who from my understanding is around them a lot of the time just as friends. Hell, the last I’d heard a couple weeks back was that Casey had moved in with them temporarily. Which I thought was rather odd, given the fact that they just got married about a month ago. Oh well, not my monkey, not my circus.
 

“Cami is ready for you,” Cami’s assistant says from behind her desk. I actually kind of miss having Raine up here. But she’s doing a damn good job making a name for herself by helping Addison out and taking on more clients.
 

“Thanks,” I mutter as I pass her and knock on the door to Cami’s office.
 

“Come in,” Cami says from the other side and I open the door.
 

Sitting at her desk, Cami is a petite little pocket rocket of a CEO. The girl has no qualms about expressing who she is. Often showing up with multi-colored hair and clothing that makes no secret of the tattoos she wears. When I say she wears them, she wears them and not the other way around. Sitting across from her in one of the two chairs is Mills.
 

Mills is tall, same height as me, but a little wider in the shoulders. He’s ex-military and it shows. Not just in the short buzz cut, but the way he carries himself and his ability to think quickly and efficiently. I guess that may be why we’ve bonded so well. Though he is ex-Marine and I’m ex-Army, the respect for each other is mutual.
 

“Thanks for coming in on such short notice,” Cami tells me as she stands up. Mills joins her and we exchange handshakes and pleasantries before she gets down to the brass tacks of why I’m here.
 

“We need your help,” Mills tells me.
 

“I figured as much. What’s up?” I ask.
 

“We have a client. Alyssa Serin, who will be doing a worldwide release tour for an upcoming movie. She needs a small detail team to travel with her.”
 

“Why the detail?” I ask. There usually isn’t a need to add a full detail unless there have been issues arising either with her current staff or outside influences.
 

“She’s had a bit of a problem with her current head of security. He’s unfocused and frankly, she’s concerned that her safety is in jeopardy when it comes to big, public events,” Cami answers. Mills hasn’t said anything at this point and I start to wonder why he’s here.