Passenger Princess: A Grumpy Sunshine Bodyguard Pageant Queen Romance (Evergreen Park Book 1)
Passenger Princess: Chapter 42

The morning after the Girl Scout presentation, I wake up with the sun to her body curled around me. Slipping out, I get in a workout and a shower before I slide back into bed in sweats and a tee to wake her.

‘Good morning,’ her sleepy, sexy voice groans, her leg hitching up over my hip and pulling herself closer to me before pressing a soft kiss near my lips. Her aim isn’t perfect with her eyes closed, so I use a hand to guide her head, to press mine to her for a proper good morning kiss.

‘We gotta get up, Princess. Get on the road,’ I whisper when the kiss breaks.

‘I want to lie in bed,’ she groans, snuggling in closer.

Through my sweats, I can feel the heat of her against me, and it takes everything in me not to take her up on the offer. ‘We gotta get on the road, Ava.’

‘Morning quickie.’

‘Later,’ I murmur, my lips somehow having found their way to her neck.

‘Or we could now…’ she says, her words trailing off with insinuation.

‘Ava,’ I groan against her as she lifts her hips to try and get some kind of purchase on me, but I know if I don’t get out of this bed now, we are absolutely doomed, as is any hope of getting to our stop in Las Vegas on time. So I roll out of her reach and out of bed, then grab her, lifting her over my shoulder with ease and smacking my hand to her bare ass.

‘Come on. We have to go. I’ll fuck you as soon as we get to the next stop.’ She pouts as I set her down in the bathroom, and I laugh. ‘Five minutes, Ava. Then we’ve gotta get out the door.’

As seems to be her way, Ava takes five more minutes than we have getting ready, something I think she knows I’ve built into our itinerary at this point, so I only give her enough shit so I get to tease her, but not enough to actually start an argument. She tries to convince me to let her carry her own shit down, but I refuse, and she glares at me as I carry my small bag, her two bags, and Peach’s carrier. I put everything in the SUV and then move to the passenger door, opening it for her, but upon looking in, she doesn’t get in.

I fight a smile.

‘What is this?’ she asks, staring at me.

One of the reasons I made sure to get up for my workout was because I wanted to make a run to the twenty-four-hour store I spotted down the road, grabbing her a coffee, some new snacks since her stash was pretty well depleted, and a new book.

‘Come on, Ava,’ I say. ‘Get in.’

‘You got me flowers,’ she says, the words filled with awe as she lifts the shitty bouquet of white flowers wrapped in crinkly cellophane from the store I stopped in. I saw them and, for some reason, decided she needed them.

‘Yeah, roses or whatever.‘

Her lips go tight as she fights a smile, moving to her tiptoes and pressing a hand to my cheek before pressing her lips to mine.

‘They’re carnations, Big Guy.’

I shrug. ‘All the same to me.’

‘You are such a man,’ she says as if this is news to either of us before sliding them up on the dash and taking in the passenger seat again. ‘When did you set up my seat?’

Her face is unsure as she takes in her little spot. I laid her blanket out on the seat, her coffee in the cupholder the way she likes it, her devices all charged, and her car bag all packed at her feet. Peach is already snoozing in her carrier in the backseat, though I’m sure she’ll make her way up front eventually.

‘Ava, I take care of what’s mine. Now please, get in so I can get what’s mine to her next destination,’ I say, thinking about the traffic we’re bound to hit if we don’t leave this hotel five minutes ago.

It only takes a few more seconds of staring her down, of her contemplating arguing and reading me to decide I mean what I say and for her to hop her sweet ass in. She lets me lean over her, pulling the seatbelt and buckling her in, something she stopped bugging me about after we finally got together.

I like taking care of Ava. I like making sure she’s safe.

But most of all, I like that she’s willing to give me that piece of mind as well.

I stand straight before leaning in once more, pressing a soft kiss to her lips because I just can’t fucking help it, her soft hand reaching up to graze my cheek as I do, a small sigh coming from her.

I could do it all day.

But I can’t, so I pull back, slam the door shut, get in the driver’s seat, and start the car. Leaning to the back, I unzip Peach’s carrier so she can explore whenever she wants as Ava lifts the book I bought her, flipping through it. I’ve pulled out onto the road when she sees it—a dog-eared page she opens up to as we bounce along old back roads leading to the highway.

‘What…’ she mumbles under her breath, and I know what she sees. A red tab I borrowed from her clear little pink bag with the pink fuzzy A on it, what she calls her annotation bag.

A paragraph is underlined, a detailed description of a woman being fucked against a wall, the man’s hand around her neck constricting to reduce blood flow. And in the margins, a single scribbled word: tonight.

In my peripheral vision, her head snaps up and looks at me, and though I try to be casual and keep my eyes to the road, I can’t fight a smirk. I’ve been waiting for this moment.

‘What—’

‘You said you’ve never tried the stuff in your books because you’d never trust a man to choke you. Think I’ve proven myself pretty trustworthy.’

She stares at me, and I think, for what might be the first time, I’ve successfully shocked Ava Bordeaux.

An accomplishment, if there ever was one.

She’s squirming in her seat, and since we stopped just barely a half hour ago to use the bathroom, stretch our legs, and let Peach do her business, I know it’s not that.

‘You good over there?’ I ask, keeping my eyes to the road.

‘Yeah, just fine,’ she says, her voice a high squeak.

Looking from the road to Ava once more, I catch the blush in her cheeks, the way her eyes are dilated reading the pages of her book, the way she’s captured her lip between her teeth, the way her chest is rising…

Fuck.

I’m not ignorant of the types of books Ava reads. Some quick research and flipping through a few of them told me everything I needed to know, and that is that some of Ava’s books are absolutely filthy.

And I chose this one intentionally after some in-depth research during one of the many times I was waiting around while Ava got ready.

‘How’s your book?’ I ask, fighting a smile and a hard-on at the same time. That’s the thing about Ava. She’s the only woman I’ve ever met who can make me laugh and my dick hard in the same millisecond.

‘Good,’ she says, too quick.

She’s turned on.

The humor turns to heat, that fire stoked when she crosses and uncrosses her legs again.

‘What’s happening in it?’ I ask, and even to my own ears, it sounds rough.

‘What?’ she asks, the word even higher this time.

‘What’s happening in your book?’ I feel her eyes rather than see them, and I feel the hesitation that she isn’t sure how to answer, suddenly shy.

So unlike my Ava.

‘Well, it’s about a guy who—’ she starts.

‘No, what’s happening in your book right now?’

‘Right now?’

‘Right now, Princess,’ I say, the voice stern and heated. When I quickly look at her, there’s a flush on her cheeks.

‘Uh, he, uh…’ She takes a deep breath and shifts a bit in her seat before she speaks, confidence in her words once more. ‘They’re on a bed. She’s naked, he’s dressed. He’s fingering her.’

‘How does it make you feel?’ I ask, my voice gravelly even to my own ears.

‘Hot,’ she whispers. ‘Really hot.’

‘Read it to me.’

‘What?’

The word comes out in a nervous squeak, and I roll my lips into my mouth to stop a smile from coming to my lips. I don’t want to discourage her at all, but she’s too fucking cute.

‘Read your book to me. I can’t read it, I’m driving. I could use some entertainment.’

‘Jaime, I can’t⁠—’

‘You can, I’ll reward you, baby.’ The unspoken promise hangs in the air, and it must be what she needs to entice her because she takes a deep breath before lifting the book and beginning to read.

‘With a guttural moan, one I’ve never heard, her head tipping further back into the sheets, her back leaving the bed, she comes,’ Ava reads, her words breathy. ‘And with her orgasm comes a gush of liquid, continuing as I refuse to stop rubbing her.’ Fuck. I didn’t realize there was fucking squirting in this book.

‘Have you ever done that?’ I ask her.

‘Done what?’

‘Squirt. Has a man ever made you squirt?’

Her head shakes before she answers out loud. ‘No.’

‘Mmm. We’ll have to fix that sometime, won’t we?’

‘Oh, god,’ she breathes out, her legs shifting.

‘Spread your legs, baby,’ I say, my voice low. ‘Keep reading and spread your legs.’

‘What?’

‘Don’t play dumb. You’re a smart woman, I know you heard me.’ Then I reach over, the tips of my fingers moving to the waistband of her loose sweatpants and dipping below them before waiting, my hand stopping on the soft skin of her belly.

And then she spreads her legs like I asked. I don’t move until she starts reading again, though.

”Fuck, Zoe. That’s it, baby. Goddamn, you should see yourself. Holy fuck,’ he says. ‘It’s too much, oh god, fuck, I… I need you inside.” With her words, my fingers slide down, circling her clit gently, and she sighs but keeps reading. ‘I oblige, my fingers moving in, pressing against her G-spot once more, and the moan that leaves her lips is pained. ‘No, no, just fuck me, please!’ Her hips are moving restlessly, lifting to get more despite her words, and I know she’s already back on the edge.‘

Now I see why she likes to read this stuff. I reward her good behavior by sliding my fingers down, sliding one finger inside her, slowly fucking her. She’s soaked already, and I wonder how much of it is the book and how much is the act itself.

‘Oh, my god,’ she whispers, and when I look over, her head is back, eyes closed, and her book is starting to slip in her hands.

‘Eyes open, Princess. Keep reading.’

‘Oh, god, god, god,’ she says, her hips bucking, but she keeps reading, even though I think she’s lost her spot.

”That’s it baby, fucking gush for me again,’ I say low, and I don’t think she can even hear me as her head tips back, a loud moan leaving her lips and then cutting out like her lungs couldn’t bear to concentrate on working as her cunt squirts once again, soaking my hand and the bedspread.’

I want that.

I want to make Ava squirt like that. Not here, not in the car, but when she’s spread out on a bed before me, her hair a golden halo around her. When I can watch her gush, then fuck her hard after.

Two of my fingers slide inside her now, and I start to fuck her with them, groaning at the wet sound they make.

‘Fucking soaked from your book, aren’t you? Dirty fucking princess.’

‘From you,’ she groans, and I lick my lip, pulling the bottom one in to bite it and fight another groan. I’m hard, dying to slide into her, but I know there are hours before we get to the hotel. She sighs, tipping her hips up. ‘From you, Jaime. I’m not wet from the book.’ I crook my finger, a reward for her honesty. ‘I’m wet from you.’

‘That’s right, Ava. Because whose pussy is this?’ My thumb moves and rubs on her clit, hard, her hips bucking as she does.

‘It’s yours.’

God. My fingers move faster now, fucking her with abandon, her hips moving in time to the best of her ability. She’s white-knuckling the pages of her book, but it’s long forgotten at this point.

‘That’s right. You can read whatever filthy books you want, Ava, but know it’s always me who’s going to make you come. Now, are you going to be a good girl and come for me while I drive?’

‘Yes, yes,’ she moans, bucking again, one hand moving to her breast, the book falling to the floor as her back arches.

‘Now, Ava. Come on my fingers.’

She does, moaning my name as her pussy clamps down on me as I sink them deep and press on her clit. I stay there, caressing her clit until she jolts, the aftershocks over, and the light touch too intense.

Slowly, my hand leaves her pants and underwear, her chest heaving as she comes down from her high. But I know she watches as I bring those fingers to my mouth and clean them.