fun than watching a video of someone getting kicked in the nuts? I’m trying to fulfill my obligations here.”
Smug son of a bitch.
“It’s not. I’m above this childish game, and as if I could ever win against you when you’re twice my size.” I blink innocently at him.
Brix looks like he might be buying my bullshit but is a bit wary. “All right,” he gives in. “I won’t push you under the water again.” As soon as Brix’s back is turned, I smile and make my move.
I attack him from behind, but immediately, I hit the water while big hands hold me down.
When I’m let up this time, Brix is grinning.
“So predictable,” he taunts.
I shake out my hair, flicking water everywhere. “Really?”
“Aww, Pop Star. Do you underestimate me that much?” He steps closer to me, and my cock hardens again. I think it’s confused between being turned on and genuinely worried I’m going to drown.
Because my dick thinks about these things.
I think Brix is going to grab me again, but as I look up at his face and he steps even closer, I freeze along with my breathing.
The anticipation of him touching me has neediness thrumming through my veins.
And then? The fucker splashes me and sends a wall of water my way.
I cough. “Oh, it’s on.”
He turns his back and tries to escape, but one thing about his size is it makes him slower than I am. I jump on his back, wrapping my legs around his waist this time.
Big mistake.
The biggest.
My cock doesn’t have time to get too into it because Brix easily flips me off his back, and there I am again, under the water.
Motherfucker.
Against my better judgment, my stubborn side won’t let it go. That’s how my bodyguard practically waterboards me for an hour.
It’s still the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
“Do you trust me?” Brix asks.
I look up at him from my usual spot on the floor where I’m still trying to write.
“Nope.” I’m joking. It’s weird how much I do trust him.
By this point, it’s not a trust issue I have with telling Brix about my sexuality. It’s self-preservation. I don’t want him to realize I’ve been eye-fucking him for weeks.
His face falls, probably not realizing I was being sarcastic.
“I’m kidding. I trust you. What’s up?”
“I was thinking we could hit the firing range like I promised.”
“You’re still trying to distract me from my work? You’re a bad influence. Are we sure you’re the right bodyguard for me?”
Though, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like someone fussing over me and trying to make sure I look after myself mentally. I have a chef and a personal trainer to take care of my physical needs, but I realize I’ve never had a handler to tame the chaos going on in my head before.
I shouldn’t go with Brix, but it’s clear my muse is on vacation. Or dead. “I need something to pull me out of this funk. Maybe shooting things will help.”
“In my experience, shooting stuff always cheers me up, but blowing shit up is better.”
My face lights up. “Do you have somewhere we can go to do that?”
“My boss has a ranch where we do training ops in the desert about three hours away. It’d be an overnight trip.”
I stand. “I can write in the car.”
Brix looks concerned. “Should I be worried about how excited you are? The other day I had to practically drag you outside to get some sun, but with the promise of explosives and gunfire, suddenly work isn’t a big deal.”
“I’ve never been high before let alone allowed to use explosives.” I jump up and down, probably a little too enthusiastically. “I’ll go pack!”
“I’ll call the boss and check it’s okay. Maybe invite some of the other guys.”
“Oh, like a party?”
“Like, as witnesses. Just in case.” He hits buttons on his phone and puts it on speaker.
“West,” the deep voice answers.
“Hey, anyone at the ranch over the next two days?”
A heavy sigh comes through the phone. “Please tell me the diva pop star didn’t piss you off and now you have to hide a body.”
I snort.
“No, though it’s been tempting.”
I give him the finger.
“I kinda promised him I’d let him shoot things and blow shit up.”
“Of course you did.”
“Well, I figure it’s time we all have a refresher course on explosives. Two birds …”
“I’ll call the others.”
They end the call, and Brix smiles at me. “That was easy. Ready for this?”
“I’m going to be badass like you.”
“Calm