Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Epilogue

I giggled, running in the woods as grass tickled my bare legs.

“Emma!” Cillian shouted behind me. Birds and leaves of trees whispered against each other as my laugh echoed in the small clearing. “Emma, slow down!”

Golden hair flew in my face as I looked over my shoulder and shouted, “Hurry up, grandpa!”

“Oh, you wait.”

More laughter bubbled out of me. I was definitely getting punished for that. The sun glared down my bare limbs, the soft fabric of my summer dress flowing around me when I reached the edge of the spring. Perspiration slid down my neck as I panted, gazing at the beautiful scenery of sparkling fresh water and the waterfall.

It had been months since Drake had been murdered in his own prison cell. It was a mysterious murder that even Elena wasn’t able to solve, but it was a relief that he’d never hurt anyone else.

“Got you.” I giggled when his strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me in the air before putting me down and caging me against a rock. “Now where will you run, Doll?”

I licked my lips when dark eyes gazed at me with admiration and so much love. His tattoos and piercings peeked from the white loose shirt he was wearing, his dark hair with bits of gray was tousled. He made me blush even after a year of seeing the same love-struck look.

I cupped his face and kissed him. “Have you ever skinny-dipped before?” I asked, pulling away from him and tugging off my dress.

His eyes lowered to my bare breasts, and he shook his head.

“Come on,” I urged him, removing my underwear and unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s skinny-dip.”

“In a spring?” he asked, removing his shirt. I stared at his chest, my mouth going dry. No matter how many times I had seen him naked, it always made me blush and wet.

“You have stayed in Coral Springs for years and never skinny-dipped in a spring?” I tutted at him, walking towards the water. “Come on, old man. Loosen up.”

“Call me that again and I’ll show you who has more stamina between the two of us.”

I smirked and looked over my shoulder to replace him naked and hard. “Old man,” I whispered, diving into the cold water.

When I swam up back to the surface, I didn’t replace Cillian. Just our clothes on the edge and—

A squeal escaped my lips when a hand wrapped around my ankle, dragging me underwater, and I saw him, his dark eyes pinned on me like a predator when I struggled to get away from him. But I wasn’t really struggling, I was laughing.

“You are trouble, Doll,” he said when we gasped for air, the cold water surrounding us.

I poked my tongue out at him. “Too bad you’re stuck with me.”

“Too bad indeed,” he said, closing the distance between us and gripping my chin. He kissed me. Despite his firm hold, the kiss was soft and playful. I loved that about him, how gentle and rough he was. How large and scarred he looked, but from the inside he was a soft bear.

“Cillian,” I whispered, running my hand through his hair. “Fuck me here.”

His eyes darkened, and he pulled me closer. I gasped, feeling his hardened member pressing against my stomach. “I’ll fuck you wherever you want me to, Doll. But you have to promise me something.”

“What?”

“Scream my name when you cum,” he rumbled, swimming us to a rock, pinning me on it, my hands over my head. “Can you do that for me, Doll?”

“Yes, Cillian. Fuck me. Now,” I demanded, arching my back and moaning when he rewarded me by squeezing my breasts and taking my nipple into his hot mouth.

Water lapped against our naked bodies when he parted my legs and lined his cock against my entrance. I held him close, my arms around his neck when he surged inside me, filling me up with one thrust and making me whimper at the small stretch of my walls around his thick cock.

“Emma,” he groaned, slamming inside me again and again.

“Yes,” I gasped and moaned when he bit my nipple, drawing it in his mouth and squeezing my ass as his pace increased. Pleasure shot through my clit to my spine when he made me cum and I shook around him, screaming his name like he wanted me to.

Cillian swore and, keeping his head between my breasts, he came inside me, filling me up with his warm release. We stayed like that, catching our breath and caressing each other in the postcoital bliss.

I held onto him when he walked us out of the spring and sat down on his shirt with me on his lap.

“Cillian,” I whispered into his skin.

“Yes, Doll?”

My cheeks flustered when he caressed my back and looked down at me. “I love you,” I said, kissing his cheek.

He smiled down at me and said, “Say it again.”

I raised my chin. “I love you, old man.”

Cillian chuckled, slapping my ass lightly. I smiled too, watching the corner of his eyes crinkle when he held my chin and kissed me. “I love you, too.”