Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Marine Bodyguard: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

Madden I'd broken so many rules already. I'd become involved with my job on a personal level, kissed it, pushed it away, and now I had her pressed against her brother's bed, with every intention of sealing the deal. What Ansley didn't know was that after this, I knew I'd never be able to turn back. It'd been torture to turn away after our kiss, but now that I knew how snug and perfect I fit between her thighs, it was over. It was a nightmare dressed as my wildest daydream. Ansley had no chance of backtracking. I'd grovel like a little girl, and plead for her to stay, because she tasted too good to turn back now. Ansley fisted the covers beneath us, a slew of curses filtered through the air, her fingers traced my deltoids and up to my neck. My need for her tingled over my skin, leaving fire in its wake, while I kissed a hot path down her throat, hating the fabric that separated us. If it hadn't been her softball uniform I would have torn it to shreds—, "Wait," she said shoving aga

The man rummaging through Ansley's things scurried off as soon as I let go of his t-shirt. The truth was the person responsible could have been anyone. Marcus wasn't the type to do things himself, so it was most likely one of his dad's cartel friends, or someone he hired.We'd never find out from the homeless man rummaging in her things, and since the apartment complex lacked any security cameras, that would be a dead-end, also.Ansley stared into the door of her apartment before sighing. "I have over an hour before I'm scheduled to meet my professors. I guess we need to pick this up—,""Ansley!"The apartment manager, a balding man with a quick walk and a hooknose stopped feet from Ansley. "I've called and left messages. My other tenants are complaining about the mess," he said, gesturing toward the parking lot where some of Ansley's clothing was scattered around."We're here to get it, Alberto," she snapped.He folded his arms. "I need to know what's going on? You haven't been here

Ansley's nerves spiked when I pulled into a gas station outside of town, and filled up my truck. I pretended not to notice the way she glanced in the review mirror or slightly over her shoulder on the way over. She had every reason to be freaked out. Seeing someone get killed wasn't for the weak of heart. I'd never forget the first time I saw someone die overseas. The fear in his eyes as his life slipped away from him. The blood leaking from his chest after the shot, it ran dark and into the gravely sand beneath him. It haunted me for weeks after that, until it became so normal that it wasn't a surprise to see the light fade away, and all you could do was pray it didn't happen to you. When I slid back into the driver's seat with a couple Coke's and chicken strips from the store, Ansley didn't budge. I started the engine, and glanced over at her. "Hungry?"She turned to face me, underneath her pretty eyes were swollen from crying, and I knew nothing I could say would wash away those