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  Guarding Her Body

  Olivia T. Turner

  Guarding Her Body

  By Olivia T. Turner

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Contains explicit love scenes and adult language.

  18+

  Copyright© 2017 by Olivia T. Turner

  Contents

  About

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue

  Pay Up Buttercup

  About Pay Up Buttercup

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Epilogue

  Daddy’s Best Friend

  About Daddy’s Best Friend

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek of Mr. CEOooooooo

  Chapter One

  Also by Olivia T. Turner

  He thinks I’m his. He thinks I was made for him. Made to please him. Made to follow his orders.

  I gulp as he towers over me.

  I think he’s right.

  A whole lot happened at my first concert.

  I snuck backstage. Met the band.

  But when the lead singer made some unwanted moves, his rough and mean bodyguard stepped in and decided to protect me instead.

  Now I have a huge obsessive alpha male throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me up to the top of the jumbotron where we can finally be alone.

  Just me, him, and twenty thousand people below us as he claims what he keeps saying is his.

  I shouldn’t want my first time to be like this.

  In public with a rough gorilla of a man who seems to have a soft spot for me.

  But there’s something about the way he uses those hands that will have me screaming ‘encore.’

  You down with OTT? This is an Olivia T. Turner book, which means it features a possessive and totally obsessed Over The Top alpha male who isn’t afraid to take what he wants! If you like your book boyfriends sweet and cuddly than shut the computer off and walk away. If you like your heroes, rough, dirty and possessive to the extreme, come on in and have some fun…

  For Matthew.

  I wasn’t enough for you but that’s okay.

  Because your five inches wasn’t enough for me.

  1

  Jax

  There are twenty thousand people in this arena, but I only have my eye on one. I’ve never seen her before, but I know I’ll be seeing her again every day for the rest of my life.

  That much I’m sure of.

  She's beautiful. Fucking stunning. Her long auburn hair that flows down her back is giving me goosebumps. My heart hurts as I picture sliding my hand into it and feeling the silky strands tighten around my fist as I take her from behind, claiming her as my own.

  It’s hot in the packed crowd of the concert and she’s got a little bead of sweat dripping down her temple. My dick hardens to the point of pain when I imagine myself licking it off her.

  I bet she tastes like candy. God, I desperately want to find out.

  Her lips are pure perfection. Lush. Plump. Curled up into a smile as she watches the band playing beside me.

  My heated eyes are locked on her, watching her every move. Every movement of her brown eyes, every wiggle of her adorable nose, every dip of her head that exposes the smooth curve of her neck—they all have my pulse racing dangerously fast.

  Every time someone steps in front of her and blocks my view, a low growl rumbles out of my throat like I’m some kind of feral animal.

  Fuck.

  I can already feel myself starting to lose control.

  I’ve never wanted anything so badly. I’ve never seen anything like her. I didn’t know that girls like her existed, and now that I know—I’m dying inside to be next to her. To touch her. To smell her. To have her see me.

  She looks so tiny and frail in the ocean of sweaty bodies around her, and I’m afraid she’ll drown. I wasn’t afraid of anything until I saw her, now I’m terrified of so much. Of living without her. Of something happening to her. Of someone stealing her from me.

  She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine.

  I don’t know much, but that much I’m certain of.

  She smiles wide as she watches the band playing beside me. I feel like my world is being flipped upside down. I’m being paid to stand on the stage and protect the band, but all I want to do is jump down and protect her. Her body is too perfect to be soiled in this crowd. I don’t want anyone touching her but me.

  Even a nudge or a bump, an accidental touch of her hand—it’s too much for me to accept. No one is allowed to touch her again.

  Heat flushes through my body, and my knuckles start burning before I realize that I’m squeezing my hands into fists so tight that it hurts. There are too many men around her. It’s making me crazy.

  And she’s too young to be here. Too innocent to be corrupted by the assholes in this shitty band.

  They finish their song with a loud cheer from the crowd, but I can barely hear any of it over the loud thumping of my heart that’s echoing in my ears.

  I don’t even know her name, but I know the image of her is going to keep me up for months, maybe even years. I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I let her go. I can’t let her slip away.

  The band starts up another song, and I try to control my fierce breathing as I watch her. There could be an army of assassins in front of me, preparing to murder the band that I get paid to protect, and I wouldn’t even notice. I wouldn’t even care. Her safety is all I care about. It’s my only concern from now on.

  She raises her hands in the air and cheers, and I swallow hard, nearly passing out when I see her perky little breasts bounce up and down. She looks so sweet and innocent—like the girl next door. If you live next door to the most stunning girl in the world.

  Beside me, the lead singer of the band Joey lifts his guitar over his head and smashes it onto the stage, making the crowd go nuts as it explodes into splinters. It makes my girl smile. My nostrils flare and the hair stiffens on the back of my neck. I have a sudden urge to take the strings of his guitar and strangle him with them in front of twenty thousand horrified people.

  I don’t want her looking at anyone like that but me. From now on.

  My breath catches in my throat as she moves her little body to the music, singing the song that the band is playing. I don’t like the way she’s singing along with Joey—the little druggie fuck. My teeth are grinding as I watch her. My heart is pounding so hard that I’m sure the crowd can hear it over the song.

  It’s the last song before the encore. This is not my type of music, but I’ve st
ood on this stage for enough shows to know that. I’m one of the bodyguards for the band, traveling around with them for their world tour. But all of that might change tonight. I’m not leaving this city without her.

  The song ends abruptly and all of the lights in the arena turn off.

  “No!” I shout, but my desperate cry is drowned out by the cheering of the crowd. My stomach hardens as I look around in panic. I can’t see her anymore. The crowd is plunged into darkness, and my angel who I’ve sworn to protect is out of my sight with a horde of people around her.

  My throat closes up as horror sinks into my bones. What if someone grabs her and takes her away from me? What if the lights come back on and she’s gone?

  I would die.

  The band runs off the stage behind me to down a couple of shots and to snort a few lines of coke before they have to return for the encore.

  I turn around like an angry gorilla and grab the first body I can reach, yanking him off his feet. “Turn the fucking lights back on!” I scream into his face.

  I can’t see his expression in the darkness, but I’m guessing he looks like he’s about to piss his pants. “What the fuck, Jax?!?” he shouts, trying to wiggle out of my grasp. “It’s me! Andrew!”

  His frantic feet lift off the ground as I pull his ear to my mouth. “Get them to turn the fucking lights back on, or you’ll be playing the drums with broken hands,” I growl before tossing him across the dark stage.

  I turn back to the last spot where I saw her, praying to all the Gods that humans have ever known that she’s still going to be there when the lights come back on.

  Every second is torture.

  It’s taking too long. Andrew is probably in the back shitting his pants. I shouldn’t have relied on a damn junkie to help keep my girl safe.

  “Fuck it,” I hiss through gritted teeth before leaping down from the stage. I jump over the fence into the crowd, knocking over a few guys as I land.

  I hear people cursing as I barrel past them, cutting through the crowd like a machete slicing through the jungle. Beers go flying and girls scream as I push people out of the way, desperately trying to get to the spot where my elusive angel was standing.

  I pull out my flashlight and turn it on, pointing it in people’s surprised faces as dread and panic hit me like a freezing cold shower.

  “What the fuck, man?” a guy yells when I flash the bright light in his eyes. I just grab his arm and yank him behind me as I push forward, continuing the frantic search. I don’t have time for anyone but her.

  Adrenaline surges through my veins when I arrive at the spot, and she’s not there. “Fuck!” I hiss through a clenched jaw as I spin around, swinging the flashlight over surprised faces.

  Where is she?

  I feel like I’m going to throw up. I finally found a piece of heaven, and the devil took her away from me.

  Or maybe I’m more like the devil, and I don’t deserve an angel like her.

  Fuck that.

  Even if that’s true. I don’t care. I’m getting her.

  I will possess her. I will own her.

  Because that’s what devils do.

  A few spotlights hanging over the stage finally turn on and I look around in a panic, trying to catch a glimpse of the soft auburn hair that had me mesmerized for an hour. I’m a foot taller than the crowd so looking around is easy, but finding her isn’t.

  She’s gone.

  There’s a pounding in my temples as my body begins to shake.

  “Are you okay, man?” someone beside me asks, looking freaked out as he watches me.

  The band struts back on stage and the crowd lets out a thunderous cheer.

  The sound is deafening, but I’m still sure that everyone in the arena can hear me as I whip my head back and scream at the top of my lungs:

  “Where are you?!?”

  2

  Angie

  “Let’s go backstage!” Chloe screams into my ear. She’s yelling directly into it, and I can still barely hear her over the roar of the crowd.

  My favorite band, Wannabe Gods, just finished playing my favorite song and my body is still tingling. Joey looked so beautiful as he sung into the mic like he was making love to it.

  I’m holding onto Chloe’s arm with a tight grip, not wanting to let her go. We’re surrounded by darkness and I don’t want to lose her. I’m old enough to be on my own at eighteen-years-old, but it’s my first concert and I’m not really sure where to go after the show.

  “Come,” she says, tugging at my arm as her candy-scented perfume hits my nose. “I want to suck Andrew Ryan’s dick.”

  Butterflies flutter into my stomach as she tugs me again. I’m nervous to go backstage and don’t really want to go. I’m not a hanging out backstage with the band kind of girl. I’m a staying at home with a good book kind of girl.

  Chloe is twenty-two and a little wild. We both work at the same coffee shop, and our boss gave us tickets to come to the show tonight when his mom got sick and he couldn’t go.

  I love Wannabe Gods and I don’t get out of my apartment much, so I jumped at the chance to go to a real live concert, even though I had to go with the girl who likes to make-out with random hot guys in the bathroom at work while I have to cover her section.

  Her blonde hair tickles my face as I lean into her ear. “Let’s just stay here,” I say, swallowing hard as I hope she agrees, but I know that she won’t.

  “You’re not being a prude tonight,” she says with her lips smacking in my ear. “We’re going backstage.”

  My stomach sinks as she pulls me through the crowd, away from our spot. I glance back in the direction we came with my mind racing to come up with an excuse to get out of here that she will buy. But I’m too nervous to come up with anything.

  “Sorry,” I say to the people that Chloe is pushing out of the way. “Excuse us. Sorry.”

  I’m enjoying the show, and I’d like to stay here for the rest of it. What if they’re doing drugs backstage or the guys expect us to act like groupies? I’ve never had sex before, and I’m not about to have it in the backstage of a concert, even if it is with a celebrity as hot as Joey Simone.

  Some spotlights light up over the stage just as we arrive at the entrance to the back. I glance back over my shoulder and see a mountain of a man in the spot where we were standing, frantically looking around like he just lost the most precious, irreplaceable thing in the world.

  My heart goes out to him as he whips his head back and forth, looking around with wide panicked eyes. He’s not beautiful in a traditional kind of way, but there’s something about his dark eyes and rough facial features that makes my heart start pounding a little faster. His dark hair is short and messy, like a quick towel dry was enough styling for him. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who would spend a lot of time in front of the mirror, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t spend an evening looking at him and enjoying every second of it.

  He starts yelling something but the crowd is screaming so loud around me that I can’t hear. What is he saying? What is he looking for?

  I can’t help but wish that someone would feel so strongly about me that they would act like that.

  “All right,” Chloe says, yanking me out of the crowd. I glance back one more time at the armored tank of a man, hoping he finds what he’s looking for, before Chloe grabs my chin in a strong grip and turns me toward her.

  “We have to act like groupies to get back there,” she says as she jabs my hair with her fingers and fluffs it up.

  “Ow,” I wince, trying to get away from her.

  Her eyes narrow and she bites her bottom lip as she looks me over. “Seriously, Angie, do you have any sexy clothes?”

  I’m about to respond when she grabs my blouse and yanks it open, sending two of the buttons clattering to the ground where I can’t find them.

  “That’s better,” she says, pulling my shirt open to show my bra.

  “No, it’s not,” I say, quickly trying to close it
before anyone sees.

  While I’m distracted with my shirt, she pulls up my skirt so high that it barely covers my ass.

  “Hey!” I say, trying to slap her hand away as I pull it back down.

  The band starts playing a song and I turn back to the stage. It’s Crushing Her. One of my favorites.

  “Let’s go,” she says, pulling me forward. “You look as slutty as you’re going to get.”

  “Can’t we just stay here?” I ask, feeling nauseous with the thought of going backstage with someone as wild as Chloe. “I want to hear this song, and I’d like to see the next band.” The concert is a double show with another good band called Broken Wings coming up next.

  She leans in close, chewing her gum in my ear as she looks up at the stage. “Those guys will write their next song for us after we’re done sucking their cocks.”

  My mouth drops open in shock as I stare at her. Suck what?

  She looks at my hanging jaw and smiles. “You’re finally getting the right idea,” she says before turning and pulling me to the exit.

  My heart is beating so fast as she drags me to the security guard who’s standing in front of the exit with his massive arms crossed over his chest. He doesn’t say a word as we approach him. He just stares at us with blank eyes.