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

Initially, when I was given an itinerary for Ava’s stops, I thought going to a speed dating session to promote a matchmaker was a bit of a pain in my ass, but probably meant I could stand in a corner for a few hours in peace while Ava did her thing.

I remember thinking it was a bit odd to put Miss Americana in speed dating when she isn’t supposed to actually date during her reign, and then I realized it was part of the appeal: the potential to have Miss Americana.

The possibility that anyone could date her, this perfect woman.

Where I miscalculated was becoming utterly obsessed with her, and then barely a week after finally claiming her as mine, having to watch her date a dozen men right before my eyes.

It’s my own personal version of hell.

We’re barely twenty minutes and four dates in when I should probably start getting nervous for the health of my teeth. All this grinding can’t be good for them.

When the current man she’s sitting with reaches over, touching Ava’s hand—a simple, relatively harmless move—I reach into my pocket and grab my phone, tapping on the screen and staring at my girl after I hit send.

Me: Stop letting these assholes touch you, Ava.

Her body moves a bit, registering a vibration, but she doesn’t reach for her phone until the buzzer sounds, signaling it’s time for the men to shift seats.

Ava: Are you jealous?

She sends the response with a smile and her gaze directed at me.

Me: Very.

She sees it and smiles wider before quickly tapping out a response as a new man with a too-white smile sits in front of her.

Ava: Good.

Then she stuffs her phone back into her little bag. I watch this interaction with as much interest as I’ve watched the past four, my skin prickling with irritation when it happens.

She leans forward, pressing her tits together as she does, and smiles at him. He smiles wide as she does, and I get it. I, too, get utterly enthralled anytime Ava graces me with one of her smiles, but the one spreading on her pink-painted lips isn’t for him.

It’s directed right at me.

My fingers move on my phone screen.

Stop being a brat, Ava.

The buzzer rings, time is up, and the douchebags switch positions once more. Ava lifts her phone before smiling again and typing.

You like it when I’m a brat. You said it gets you hard.

This would be a very inconvenient place to be hard. Plus, it’s difficult to get too excited when you’re actively on a date with someone else.

She rolls her eyes at that text.

Stop rolling your eyes at me, or I’ll give you a reason to make them roll.

Promise?

I shake my head at her response, and somehow, despite another man sitting across from her and offering his hand to shake, I feel a twitch in my cock all the same.

What the fuck is this woman doing to me?

She puts her elbows on the table, resting her head in her hands as the man talks, rambling on about himself and never once asking about her. Ava’s eyes keep drifting in my direction, a small consolation. Then she tips her head back with a fake laugh, her hand going to her chest, bringing attention to her breasts in the low-cut top.

Jesus, Ava, try not to draw an arrow to your fucking tits.

She looks at me quickly, a smile on her lips, and I groan internally, knowing that look never means anything good.

As tends to be her way, Ava shocks me. Instead of putting her phone back into her bag, she places it between her legs, crossing one leg over the other, her phone pinned against where I really want to be right now.

Ava.

It’s all I say, but I know it was delivered when her body jolts just a bit. It’s not enough for anyone else to notice, but me, so trained to register her every breath, can see it easily.

Ava, what are you doing?

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and then looks at me, her eyes on fire.

You’re being so fucking bad right now.

Teasing this poor man while I’m getting you wet from across the room.

That’s what’s happening, isn’t it?

I should feel stupid texting things she’s not even reading, but the way her breathing has started to pick up, I know each little buzz is torture.

I’m going to spank you for teasing me tonight, Princess.

Such a bad girl.

My bad girl.

Her hand lifts, and my body freezes and before she even moves much, I know what she’s thinking of doing.

She’s trying to drive me insane, to make me jealous.

To see if I’ll snap.

Don’t you fucking touch that man, Ava.

Her eyes flit to me and then back before she grabs the man’s hand, holding it and flipping it like she’s reading his palm, her fingers grazing over it.

She doesn’t notice it, but I see the instant lust on that man’s face, know the thoughts going through his mind, the way he wants her to be lightly touching him somewhere else, and I snap, making a decision.

I move over to the person conducting the speed dating, a sweet elderly woman who, from what I read, started this because she loves the idea of people falling in love, much like my Ava and her romance books.

‘Hi, Jane, right?’ She nods, looking confused. ‘I’m the security guard for Ava, and I have to speak with her for a moment. Can we have a bit of a break after this round? Five, ten minutes?’

She smiles sweetly before nodding. ‘Oh, of course! They’re due for some mingling time anyway.’ The buzzer goes off, and Jane grabs the microphone, telling the crowd they’re taking a fifteen-minute break and to remember what seat they were in, but I barely register it as I storm to Ava.

‘Ava, a moment,’ I say, grabbing her by the elbow and lifting and leading her as gently as I possibly can toward an empty room.

‘Jaime, what the⁠—’

But she can’t speak anymore when I lock the door behind me, press her against a wall, and kiss her.

I kiss Ava with every ounce of pent-up jealousy and irritation running through my veins, frustration that no one knows she’s taken, that she’s mine, irritation that all of these men think they can have what’s mine.

I kiss her and taste her, her hand moving up to my hair and pulling me closer as my hand skirts up her waist to her breast, rolling her hard nipple through her bra and shirt.

‘What are you doing?’ she moans against my lips.

‘Reminding you of whose you are,’ I say, using one hand to free her breast from her low-cut top, pinching her nipple before moving my hand down, gripping the bottom of the short, fitted skirt she’s wearing, and tugging it up. Then I slide my hand down the front of her panties.

With my forehead to hers, I gaze down at her, our breaths panting and mingling, my finger circling her clit before dipping down, feeling just how wet she is.

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Her head nods against mine. ‘Yeah,’ she admits. ‘I love rattling you.’ She pants and moans as I slide a finger into her. ‘I love knowing I get to you.’

‘All you do is get to me, Ava,’ I say, starting to fuck her with two fingers. ‘All I do is think about you, dream about you. Since that very first night, you’ve completely consumed me.’ I move, sliding down, kissing the spot on her stomach where her shirt and skirt don’t meet, leaving a line of smooth skin before continuing down to my knees, the hand not inside her sliding her underwear down to her ankles. She steps out of them, and I shove the cream-colored lace in my pocket.

Ava moans, her hips rocking in time with my fingers fucking her. ‘That’s it,’ I say from my knees, looking up at her. ‘You’re fucking magnificent like this, taking what you need.’

Her eyes are hooded as she looks down at me, pinching her nipples, her skirt around her waist, hair falling forward.

‘Jaime, I… I…”

‘Tell me what you need, Ava. I’m here to serve you. Anything you need, it’s yours.’ I crook a finger inside her, her hips bucking as I do, her wetness dripping down my hand.

‘I want your mouth,’ she says quietly, and I groan.

My thumb moves, grazing along her swollen clit. ‘Where do you want my mouth, baby? Here?’ I add a third finger to her wet pussy, sliding them in and feeling her tight body stretch around me. ‘Or here.’ My thumb grazes her clit, and she yelps.

‘There! Please, please,’ she begs.

I smile up at her, my thumb moving at a leisurely speed, my fingers sinking deep.

‘Quiet, Ava, or everyone will know what a bad little princess you are, letting your bodyguard eat your sweet pussy when there’s a room full of people right behind that door.’

‘Oh, god.’

‘That’s what you want? Right?’

‘Yes, yes,’ she pants, quietly now in a near panic. ‘Yes, make me come with your mouth.‘

She doesn’t need to ask twice. My free hand moves to lift her leg and place it on my shoulder, leaving her wide open for me before sliding up her leg to her waist to keep her stable. Then I descend, sucking her clit into my mouth while my fingers fuck her. Her hand goes to my hair, tugging me closer, riding my face and fingers.

A fucking queen, taking what she wants.

‘Jaime, Jaime, Jaime,’ she pants, her hips moving with each utterance of my name, her sharp nails digging into my scalp.

I look up at her as she stares down at me. I’d do anything to taste her cum on my tongue, my fingers moving faster now, deeper, crooking to graze her G-spot with each movement.

‘Oh!’ she yelps, trying to stay quiet as it builds, her pussy tightening on my fingers. ‘Just like that, just like that. Oh, god, you’re going to make me come, Jaime.’

I pull my mouth back, and she bemoans the loss, her hand moving on my head to push me closer again.

‘Whose are you, Ava?’

She doesn’t hesitate.

‘I’m yours, Jaime. I’m yours.

‘Fuck yeah, you are, Ava. Whose face are you going to come all over?’

‘Yours, baby, only yours.’

I groan loudly. ‘Fuck yeah, you are. And after I clean you up with my tongue, when I send you back out there with no panties on, you’re going to feel how wet I made you and remember who owns this.’

My finger crooks, and she moans.

‘Yes, baby, Yes. It’s yours.’

I smile up at her, her eyes hooded, her lips parted, one hand off her tit, pinching her pink nipple before I move back to her clit, sucking hard. Her hand grips my hair almost painfully, and she rocks her hips on my face once, twice, three times before her entire body stiffens, her pussy tightening around my fingers, my name a quiet prayer on her lips. I continue to fuck her gently until her pussy lets my fingers go, my tongue cleaning her up before I stand.

‘Now you?’ she asks, eyes barely opened and chest still panting, and I shake my head, moving to right her breast in her bra and tugging her skirt. It’s a bit too short to wear without underwear, ending just a few inches above her knees, but it’s tight so it should be okay for another hour. Plus, that means on the car ride back, I can play with her pretty pussy until we get to the hotel.

‘No, Princess,’ I say, a finger sliding over her lip to fix her lipstick. ‘I’m good now.’

‘Excuse me?’ she says, a small smile on her lips.

‘I’m good. I just needed to remind you who you belonged to. You make me crazy, you know.’

‘Yeah, I know,’ she says with a smile, and I shake my head.

‘No more touching, Ava.’

She presses off the wall and steps closer to me, seduction on her face as if I didn’t have her completely at my mercy moments ago. ‘Did I make you jealous, Big Guy?’

‘You have no fucking idea,’ I say, groaning as her small hand moves to my hard cock, gripping it gently. I give her one last press of my lips to hers before I step back.

‘You first. Go out, tell Jane it’s all clear because I told her I had to talk to you about an emergency.’ She rolls her lips into her mouth. ‘I’ll follow in five. Or however the fuck long it takes for this hard-on to go down.’

‘All right, Jaime,’ she says, all sweet.

And then I watch her ass as she opens the door, winking at me over her shoulder before she magically drops her phone, bending down still in the doorway to grab it, showing me the barest glimpse of her swollen, wet cunt. She stands, tugs down her skirt, and walks off to the sweet, older woman like nothing happened.

My woman is going to be the death of me; that much is for certain.