Page 5 of Innocent and Sweet (Roosters #2)

Kameron held her hand as she exited the vehicle. The more he touched her and admitted his attraction, the more he craved Anissa.

She started forward, but instead of walking into the house she tumbled to the concrete.

Kameron scrambled out of the car and covered Anissa.

His heart squeezed. He hadn’t thought to make sure John or anyone else was out there waiting on her.

He hadn’t scoped out the situation to assess whether or not they were alone.

Fucking shit. He’d lost his focus. He’d claimed being with her would heighten it. Wrong.

“Are you hurt?” He listened for gunshots and scanned the area for intruders. He didn’t see anyone. “Anissa?”

“I’m okay.” She grunted. “Get off me. I need to breathe.”

He kept his ears open but rolled off her. Kameron knelt beside her. “What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?”

“I’m not.” She blushed. “But my skirt is ruined.” She tugged the fabric over her legs. “I think I snagged it.”

He moved the torn skirt out of the way. The material had separated along the seam and stopped high on her hip. Well, fuck. Kameron scooped her into his arms. Why hadn’t John or Julian come running? He carried her to the garage. Had they all fallen down on the job? “Can you stand?”

“I’m fine. My pride is bruised and my ego wounded, but I’ll manage.” She brushed herself off. “No one’s trying to kill me.”

“Are you sure?” He glanced out the door. John and Julian stood beside the car. Now they showed up. The jackasses. He shrugged out of his jacket and draped the garment around her shoulders. “Use the back staircase. I’ll join you upstairs when I finish dealing with those two.”

Anissa snuggled in the jacket. “You promise?”

“Have I let you down yet?” He kissed her. “I’ll keep following you and picking up the pieces. If you fall, I’ll catch you.”

She cupped his jaw. “Thank you. I can promise I’ll tumble again. I’m good at it.”

“I know.” He counted on her falling -- hopefully in love with him.

He waited for her to successfully hurry up the steps to the second floor before he left the garage.

He growled when he strode up to John and Julian.

Ira, the driver, didn’t make eye contact.

Kameron sighed. “Gentlemen. Looks like we’re back. ”

“You are.” Julian pointed to the car. “I’m hoping she’s still innocent.”

John groaned. “Keeping her innocence isn’t our job. Keeping her safe is.”

“She’s still innocent,” Kameron snapped. “I made sure she got home safely. She went upstairs in my coat. When she got out of the car, she tripped and destroyed her skirt. She used my jacket to cover her posterior. She’s fine.”

“Cover her posterior?” Julian snorted. “Are you sure you weren’t the reason she ripped her skirt? Hmm?”

“I won’t entertain that with an answer.” Kameron removed his necktie. “She’s fine and upstairs. I’ve done my job. The rich shit tried to move in on her and failed. She had a good time, and the family name is still stellar. Now I’m off the clock.”

“You’re about to lose your job.” John stepped between Kameron and Julian. “She’s off-limits. Oh, and I found this in the backseat.” He held up her bra. “It must’ve fallen out of her dress? Your pocket maybe?”

He gritted his teeth. No answer would work. They suspected he’d fooled around with her and would go right to her father. The best he could hope for was he’d just lose his job.

“I see.” John glared at him. “I’m sorry you’ll be leaving the team. We can’t have someone protecting her if they don’t have her best interests at heart.”

“I don’t? Jesus. I’m devoted to her. I know Anissa better than any of you.

” He stared down at his boss, then snatched the bra from him.

“She said this thing chafed and she wanted it off. I didn’t see a damn thing, but it doesn’t matter.

I quit. I’m done guarding her body. I won’t work with men who can’t trust me. ”

“Motherfucking bastard.” Julian grabbed Kameron’s arms. “You knew she wanted you.”

“She feels comfortable with me,” Kameron snarled. “Yeah, she does. She trusts me, and I know her better than anyone. If it means I’m with her but not her bodyguard, then I’ll be whatever the hell she wants me to be.”

“Her father won’t allow her to be with you.” John inched forward. “He wants her to be with someone he can trust. Someone who will love her and can take care of her in the way she deserves. Can you do that?”

He could try.

“Don’t fool yourself. She’ll decide she likes fancy shit. She’ll want stuff,” John said. “Trips and whatever. With Evan or Alex or one of those rich shits, as you call them, or any of the other guys her father chooses, she’ll keep this life. She’ll keep us.”

He tightened his fists. Now the situation made sense. The livelihood of the security team mattered more than Anissa’s happiness. If she kept her life of luxury, then they would, too. How nice. He couldn’t convince her to dump them any more than he had sway over their staying around.

“Just go.” John shook his head. “You’re not needed. I’ll let Mr. Dunn know.”

“You do that.” He left and made his way through the garage to the back staircase.

He’d have to let Anissa know he didn’t work for the family anymore.

Fuck. He wasn’t forbidden fruit. For all he knew, she’d drop him.

He headed up to her corridor, then stopped outside her suite.

She trusted him. He’d thought he could have everything -- the girl and the gig -- but he’d let it all slip through his fingers. Damn it.

* * *

Anissa stole a glance through the peephole, then twisted the knob. She’d hoped to knock Kam’s socks off. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and grinned. “Kam.”

His eyes widened. “Anissa?”

She toyed with the belt on her robe. “You said I should wear nothing when we were alone.” She tugged him into the suite, then locked the door. “Well, I’ve got nothing under this.” She untied the belt and allowed the robe to slide down her arms.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

“Call it a student who will do anything for a little extra credit.” She stepped away from the robe. Baring her body excited her, but not as much as seeing his reaction. “Now, what’s the next lesson?”

“First, it’s that I’ve been fired.” He balled his hands. “I don’t work for you.”

“Good. I’m not ready to let you go.”

“You knew I’d been fired?”

“No, but I assumed it was coming. Now I’ve got you all to myself.”

“Then I’m going to taste that gorgeous pussy of yours.” He scrambled out of his shirt, then carried Anissa across the suite to her bedroom. “Mine.”

She laughed and held on. “I am.” Her heart and soul were his. Nothing he could say would change her mind.

He placed her on the bed and crawled on top of her but didn’t kiss her. “You don’t need lessons.”

“I do.” She draped her arms around his neck. “I’ve never been fucked.”

“No one’s made love to you. It’s different.” He brushed his nose along hers. “Trust me.”

Ah, semantics. “Yes.” But his distinction warmed her to her core.

“I will make love to you.” He kissed her hard on the lips, then crawled down her body. He left a trail of fire in his wake. Each nip and lap on her breasts, then belly, down to the tops of her thighs sparked within her.

“Kam.” She reached for him. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making you crave me.” He parted her legs, then her pussy lips.

His hot breath tickled her sensitive skin.

Her senses heightened. His dusting of whiskers abraded her inner thighs.

The clock ticked in a roaring cadence. The scent of his cologne and her perfume hung in the air.

The overwhelming weight of his passion threatened to crush her, but she didn’t care.

She’d crossed a line. By giving in to her desires, she’d changed the game.

The moment he dragged his tongue across her labia, she forgot all about the line and embraced the pleasure he gave. She dug her heels into the mattress. “Kam.”

He hummed against her clit.

She panted. No masturbation session elicited such a deep response. A groan ripped from her throat.

He slid one finger into her cunt and pumped.

Combined with the tension he put on her clit and the fullness in her pussy…

she couldn’t think straight. Anissa writhed.

Her legs trembled, and her throat turned raw.

She lost all control. Her pussy clenched.

“Kameron.” Her body tensed, but with one more lick, Kameron pushed her over the edge.

Her restraint snapped, and she sagged against the bed.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled. She’d come before, but not this hard or fast. The climax overwhelmed her.

“Such a dirty mouth.” He lapped at her. “But sexy.”

She closed her eyes as the room continued to spin. Nothing else mattered except Kam. He had unlocked something within her. The fire in her heart spread to her soul. She’d never be the same.

Kameron stretched out beside her on the bed. His skin slicked against hers as he held her. “You’ve got a beautiful orgasm face.”

“I do?” She opened her eyes and met his lazy smile. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“Very good.”

She sighed. Too much had happened. She needed time to process and refused to let him go. If the whisperings were right, she’d have to. She wasn’t supposed to date one of her father’s employees. “Stay with me. Please?”

“Anissa.”

“You’re fired, right?” She rolled onto her side and faced him. “Or do you have to go home to someone?”

“No one but you.”

“Then stay. I’ll work it out with my father.” She twined her legs with his. “I’m not a child. I know who I want right here beside me -- you. I want to sleep with you and wake up to your handsome face.”

“Anissa.” He slid his hand over her hip.

“I don’t beg you for much. Don’t deny me this moment.” Once her father found she’d fooled around with Kameron, she’d be disowned. She needed this time with Kameron. He made her whole. To hell with her father and his plan to marry her off to the first wealthy guy who showed interest.

“I said I’d be right behind you.” He nuzzled her jaw and neck. “I won’t let you down.”

“Good.” She dragged a blanket over their bodies. “Sleep and hold me. I’m tired of being alone.”

“You’re not alone. Not ever.”

She closed her eyes and gave in to the desire to sleep. She had the man of her dreams beside her and a chance at a bright future. The roadblocks were many, but she’d manage because she wasn’t on her own any longer. She had Kameron, her constant.