Guarding her obsession

4

Lauren

How did I  not hear anyone sneak up on us? I'm kicking myself for being so lost in our kiss that I didn't have any idea about what was happening around us.

Kiss. It sounds like such a small word for what just happened. Sweet Camila rubbed her body against mine and got off on it. She used me for her pleasure, and fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing I've ever done in my life. Dry humping her against a wall is better than anything I've ever felt, and all I can think about is how fucking good it's going to be when I get inside her.

No.

I've got to distance myself. I can't get clouded again. Her protection needs to be my number one priority. When her lips hit mine, I was lost to everything around me. So far gone that I didn't notice my partner or Elle standing in the doorway.

What is happening to me? I've never been this gone over someone. The second I saw her picture I was a goner, and now, having tasted her sweet lips, I don't know that I can keep away from her. Which is probably why I should. She needs to be protected, and I obviously can't do that while I'm with her.

"Maybe you're right," I mumble as I watch Camila walk out of the room.

"From what I saw, I think you've got it covered," Elle says. I look over and watch as she folds her arms across her chest and gives me a smirk. "I think most people would be offended to walk in and find this situation, but I've never seen her have this reaction to someone." She cocks her head to the side and smiles at me. "You must be quite the catch."

Pink lets out a low growl in his throat, and I look over to see an irritated look on his face. Elle seems to sense it, too. She looks over at him and a blush creeps across her cheeks.

"I think I'll go help my sister pack," she says, walking out of the room. I see Pink try to take a step towards her, but he holds himself back, staying in the front of the condo with me.

"What the hell happened?"

I turn to look at Pink, not knowing how to answer. Rubbing the back of my neck, I try to ease some of the tension there. How do I even begin to explain what is going on?

"I just... "I try to think of the right word, but nothing is coming.

"Reacted," he finishes for me, and it's the truth. I never stopped to think about what I was doing or what the consequences would be. It was pure need and lust that drove me to her, against her. Inner raging desire beyond anything I've ever felt pushed me past the point of reason and sanity.

"Yes." The word leaves my lips like a curse.

"Do you need me to step in? Call someone else? I'll be honest, Jauregui . Looking at you now, I don't know anyone who would willingly cross you. You look like you're about to rip apart a truck."

Pink walks over and leans against the bar in the kitchen area. He tries to be smooth about it, but I can see he's moving his line of sight to the bedroom to watch the women back there. I know because I've been doing the same thing.

"I'll get it together. I don't want anyone else on this." I feel my fists clench. I know I can't handle the other option of having someone else this close to her.

"If it makes you feel any better, we kind of snuck in."

Pink smiles at me and gives me a wink. Bastard is almost as quiet as I am. He's probably the only person on the planet who could sneak up on me, so I don't feel as bad as I did before.

"You okay with staying with Elle? I'd like for both of us to remain on the premises or for them to stay with us until this is taken care of."

He gives me a quick hard look and nods. "I've got her taken care of."

"I set up video surveillance outside this building and inside the apartment. If the stalker tries to come back in, I'll know it."

"Good. I've got everything set up at Elle's place. I'm willing to give it a night or two there before I offer to move her. Since the threat wasn't directed at her, my being there might just be precautionary," Pink says, trying to look farther down the hall.

We wait quietly for a few more moments before Elle makes her way up the hall to us. "I think you might need to talk to Camila about what the word 'essentials' really means." She gives me a wink and walks by us, heading for the front door. "You coming?" She turns to look at Pink, eyeing him up and down.

"God, I hope so," he whispers, loud enough for only me to hear, as he pushes away from the bar and makes his way to the front door with Elle.

I nod to the two of them before going to find Camila. "I'll be checking in regularly with you both. No radio silence. No matter what. Clear?"

"Yes, sir," Pink answers as Elle gives a salute. They walk out of the door, her laughing and him rolling his eyes. I hate to say it, but he may have his hands full with that one.

Speaking of handfuls.

I have to stop that train of thought before I get to Camila. I'm here to protect her, and I can't do that if I'm distracted. Maybe when we get to my place, I can jerk off in the bathroom real quick and take care of this ache. I'll just think about having her rub up against me and I'll be cumming in seconds.

I adjust my cock as I walk down the hall and into her bedroom.

I've already been in it before. I did a sweep when I first got into the apartment. It's much like the rest of her place. Bare walls, plain bedding, and nothing personal anywhere except for the picture of her and her sister beside the bed. Every room is extremely tidy, except for her office. Camila is a minimalist with no knickknacks or clutter. But I had to laugh on entering her office. I'm sure she considers it organized chaos, but for someone who works online for ninety percent of her time, her office is really where she lives. Maybe if she ventured outside of it more, her house would reflect it the same chaos of her office, but as it is, her bed hardly looks slept in.

I see her over by the bed filling three huge suitcases to the brim.

"Cupcake, I don't mind you bringing a lot of stuff, but I think the Christmas tree can stay."

She pauses and looks up at me, a Christmas wreath in her hands. "Oh."

The sad look crosses her face, and I feel an ache in my chest. I'm by her side in seconds, holding her face in my hands as she drops the wreath to the floor. "Don't make that face. I'm sorry. I just meant this was a quick trip to my house. You can bring anything you want. I can come back for all your stuff tomorrow or the next day. I just needed you to pack an overnight bag now."

She smiles really big, immediately over the sadness, understanding what I mean. I have to remind myself that she takes everything in the most literal sense.

"Okay. So just a couple of things. I can do that."

"Perfect."

I help her pack a couple of changes of clothes, and I grab her bathroom stuff before we go into her office to see what she needs from there. She packs up her laptop and one more bag filled with files. I have no idea what these are, but they seem important enough for her to bring. I'll ask her about them later. Right now I'm focusing on keeping keeping her safe, and that means getting her out of here and to my place. There's no place safer than where I live.

"Okay, Wonder Woman. I think I'm ready."

I look down and try not to laugh. She's still holding the Christmas wreath under her arm, but I don't dare say a word. If she wants to bring her whole goddamn house, she can. It seems odd and out of the ordinary, but I find her quirkiness adorable, and her honest approach to this is refreshing. I think most people would be terrified of a stalker, but Camila  seems to take it in her stride.

"After you, cupcake."

To my surprise, she reaches out and squeezes my ass as she walks by.

"Just wondering what it felt like. Okay, let's go."

Smiling and shaking my head, I grab her bags. This is going to be interesting, to say the least.