Page 6 of Innocent and Sweet (Roosters #2)

Anissa woke to a hand between her legs. Kameron. She didn’t open her eyes and instead basked in his touch. He rolled and pinched her clit in his fingers, then stroked her pussy. The teasing turned her on. She moaned. She tensed and opened her eyes. Kameron grinned.

“My wakeup call worked,” he murmured, then kissed her. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Morning.” He hadn’t left. Praise God. She rode his finger and clutched the blanket. “Feels good.”

“Yeah?” He caressed faster. “You’re a horny little minx.”

“When I’ve got you here, it’s hard not to be.” She arched her back, offering her breasts. “Uh…” The tingles from the first orgasm he’d given her returned. She whimpered. “I need to come.”

“Do it,” he whispered. “Come apart.”

She reached for him. “Kam.” Anissa embraced the fresh orgasm. Heat spiraled through her and exploded in her belly. She opened her mouth to moan, but no sound came out.

“Good girl. Use it. Ride the wave.” He pumped faster. “You’re so fucking hot.”

She sagged against the bed again, limp and used. She blew out a ragged breath. “Kam.” She needed a moment. “I want to make you feel this good.” Once the room came into focus. She threw the blankets off his body. She crawled between his legs and unzipped him.

“Anissa.” He moved his trousers out of the way. “Are you sure?”

She’d seen videos of women giving blowjobs. How hard could it be? She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I’m sure.”

“Babe.” He palmed the back of her head, guiding her. “Yes.”

She sucked him deep in her mouth, then gasped.

Holy smokes. She knew he had the goods, but she hadn’t expected him to be such a mouthful.

She withdrew, then licked his shaft. She liked the way he smelled of cologne and perspiration.

When he tugged on her hair, she scraped her teeth across the blunt head of his dick.

He groaned, and she switched to flicking her tongue along the underside of his cock.

He nudged her head. “More.”

She’d do her best. She bobbed her head, taking him to the back of her throat. She buried her nose in his dark pubic hair.

“Fuck me.” He pushed, going deep into her mouth, then pulling most of the way out. He built into a steady rhythm.

Anissa panted around his shaft. She kept up, but he blew her mind. She’d never gone this far before. Never allowed herself to be so vulnerable. Instead of being scared, she embraced the feelings of power. She rather enjoyed being nude while he had some clothing on. The rawness suited her.

He held her head tight and shivered. “Jesus. I can’t.” He let go and pulled out. “Fuck.” He wrapped his hand around his dick and stroked. He tensed.

Anissa sat back on her heels and marveled at his display. She’d never seen anything so pretty as him stroking. He arched his back. Cum erupted from his dick and splattered on his belly.

“Wow,” she murmured. Seeing him come was nothing like watching the men in the videos. He was so much sexier. She leaned forward and trailed her fingers through the sticky cum.

“Like playing with it?” A lazy smile curled on his lips.

“It’s new to me.” She wished she hadn’t said that. She sounded so inexperienced. He knew her history, but still.

“I’ll bet it is.” He tugged her to his chest, smearing cum between them. “I want to hold you.”

She stretched on top of him and folded her hands.

“Better.” He threaded his fingers in her hair. This time he stroked her. The tenderness in his touch soothed her. “Do you realize how crazy you make me?”

“No.” She hoped she’d make him happy, not drive him nuts. But she couldn’t gauge him. “Is that a bad thing?”

“It can be. You infuriate me. You get under my skin and make me want to leave you locked in this room.” He kissed her. “But I care more about you than I ever thought possible. I look forward to work because I get to be with you.”

“Me?” She’d never expected him to say that. He wasn’t one to share his feelings.

“Yeah, you.” He grinned. “You think you’re not a catch because you don’t have experience. You’ve got plenty, and what you don’t know, you’ll learn. We all have to start somewhere. I’d rather you learn with me.”

“You’ll keep being my teacher?” If so, they had a chance.

“No.”

“What?” Her heart sank. He’d just said he cared. “Why? What did I mess up? I’ll keep trying.”

“You didn’t mess anything up.” His tough-guy facade slipped a bit. “I did. I knew better than to get involved with you, but I couldn’t stop myself. I got in over my head.” He brushed his thumb and fingers across her bottom lip. “I deserve whatever trouble I’m in. I knew the rules and broke them.”

Voices echoed in the hallway and the door clicked. The hinges creaked as it opened. “You’re damn straight you did.”

Anissa froze. Oh, fuck. Where was the blanket? The last thing she wanted was for her father to see her naked for any longer than possible.

* * *

Kameron covered Anissa and wiped the cum from his chest. He stuffed his dick in his pants, then zipped. “Sir.” He hadn’t heard her father enter the suite. Damn it.

“I knew I’d made a mistake when I hired you.” Mr. Dunn shook his head. “This is unacceptable.”

“Daddy, wait.” Anissa clutched the comforter. “This is my fault. Punish me, not him.”

“Who says I won’t punish both of you?” her father asked. “I can’t believe either of you. You both knew the consequences.”

Kam left the bed. “I knew this would happen.”

“Oh, you did?” Mr. Dunn’s face reddened. “Do tell.”

“You knew I’d fall for you?” Anissa asked. “Kam?”

“I knew the moment I met Anissa that she’d be special to me.

Not just as a package or client, but as a friend and lover.

” Kameron sighed. “I can’t say I’ve loved her all along.

I haven’t. I’ve admired her and cared so much.

When I’m with her, I take my job more seriously. She’s the only one who matters to me.”

“Then you understand why I can’t have you working here. Good,” Mr. Dunn growled. “Anissa, get dressed. Mr. Stone is leaving, and I expect you’ll want to see him out. It’s the last you’ll see of him.”

“No.” She kept the comforter tight around her body. “I’m not letting him go.”

“No?” Mr. Dunn snorted. “You’re not in charge of this decision.”

“I’m not? It’s my life.” She stood tall between Kameron and her father.

“You keep trying to fix me up with the sons of your friends and other men you deem suitable. I don’t like them.

They’re boring and only see me as a means to line their pockets.

They want your money, and the only way to get it is by being nice to me.

It’s crap. Kameron sees me for who I am.

Anissa Dunn. Clumsy girl who doesn’t want your money. ”

Kameron grinned. He admired her pluck. If she did opt to take over her father’s position as the head of the factory group, she’d be damn dangerous and smart as hell. He wanted to be the man beside her. The man she held at night and the one she turned to at the end of the day.

“You don’t know him at all,” Mr. Dunn said.

“This fine young man only signed on as your personal bodyguard when he negotiated a larger salary. He demanded extra cash, sweetheart. He said he’d only work with you because he had to.

You can believe the shenanigans and allow him to use you, but I won’t.

Kameron Stone wants your -- our -- money.

He’s just as bad as the others. Where I know the sons of my friends, I can’t guarantee Kameron won’t prove to be a gold digger, too.

He’s already begged for cash, and I don’t trust him. ”

Kameron sank onto the bed. He’d forgotten about his childish demands.

Back then, she’d been a snappish sixteen-year old, and he hadn’t wanted to hang around with jailbait.

The money seemed less and less important compared to being with Anissa.

They’d both grown up and weren’t the same people.

He’d changed, but would she believe him?

“Then why keep him on?” she asked. “If you knew, then why allow him to be around me?”

“Because you liked him so much. I thought you and Evan would hit it off. Once you were engaged to him, you’d tire of Kameron and the problem would go away.” Mr. Dunn shook his head. “I’ll have John remove him. Stay here.” He pulled his phone from his jacket.

“I’ll go.” Kameron left the bed. “It’s time.”

“Kam?” Anissa stared at him. “But…”

Kameron picked his shirt up from the floor, then located his shoes. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn’t dare. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You deserve more than me.”

“Did you do that? Did you want me for my money?” Her eyes shimmered with tears. “Kam?”

“I messed up.” He ducked his head and left the room. He couldn’t look back. If he did, he’d ignore his better judgment and return to her.

“Did you start… this… because I could be a gateway for you?” Tears slipped down her cheeks. “I trusted you.”

“It’s complicated,” Kam said from the living room of her suite.

“I need to go. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t do this right now.

” He left her suite and headed down to the first floor.

Julian, John and a few of the others on the security team stood in the staff quarters.

None said anything, but all watched him.

He made his way to his locker and dumped the contents into his duffle bag.

Fuck. He hated being watched. He jammed the jacket into the bag, then ensured he’d grabbed everything.

“Kam.” John stood beside him. “We get it. She’s tantalizing.”

He growled but said nothing as he put his boots on.

“You’re not the only one who’s wanted to make a play for her, but we’re her staff. We can’t be with her.” John grasped the locker door. “Kameron.”

“I never did this for the money,” he said.

He stuffed his arms into his motorcycle jacket.

“Never did this to get an in with the family. Yeah, I wanted a good paycheck, but I had people depending on me. Then I got to know her. Anissa isn’t a spoiled little rich girl.

She’s more. If you’d have paid attention, you’d have seen I haven’t cashed my damn paychecks.

I don’t need their money. I did the job because I truly wanted to see her safe.

” He zipped his bag, then slammed the locker door shut. “I gotta go.”

“Kam.” John tried to keep up with him, but Kameron left him behind.

His heart ached. He’d taken the job with the Dunn family because he’d needed the money, but now he didn’t.

He strapped the bag to the back of his motorcycle, then donned his helmet.

Most of the time, he would’ve ignored the headwear, but tonight, he opted to wear it.

The way things were going, he’d do something stupid and wreck the damn bike.

At least his fucking head would be protected.

He zipped out of the garage and headed away from the house. His heart stayed with Anissa, even if she didn’t want him. She made him whole. She knew him. But he’d let her down.

Kameron blasted across town to his street.

He hated where he lived, but selling the house wasn’t an option.

He couldn’t let his grandmother’s house go to the developers.

He spotted the sign in the yard. The developers had been there again.

He parked the bike in the shed, then locked up and tossed his bag onto the back steps.

He hated the developers and the whole fucking world.

Most of all, he hated himself. He ripped the sign off the front door.

Dunn Holdings

He crumpled the reminder and tossed it with the others in the recycle bin. If he responded to the reminders, he’d have to face the possibility his home would end up flat. The neighborhood didn’t deserve to be turned into a strip mall.

He unlocked the back door and turned on most of the lights. Fuck his electric bill. Fuck his tiny house. Fuck his life. He sank onto the kitchen chair and removed his helmet. He’d stood up to so many people, but the moment he could give Howard Dunn hell, he backed off.

Why?

Because he didn’t want Anissa to see her father’s true ruthlessness. He’d been so blind.

He scrubbed both hands over his face. His phone buzzed.

Part of him wanted to check the notification, but the rest didn’t.

He could have a message from his sister or a reminder of some sort.

Could be a mention on social media. But he doubted those were the case.

If the notification had any link to Anissa, he’d lose his shit.

He swiped across the screen to check the icon. A text. Go fucking figure. He retrieved the message.

Anissa: You don’t have to do this. Just tell me the truth.

What was he supposed to do? Answer? Delete the message?

His head throbbed as he typed out a reply.

Kameron: You deserve better than a security guard. You should be happy. I’m sorry.

He turned the screen over and sighed. He’d blown his life to hell and couldn’t change his past. He’d had and lost the woman he loved. What a fucking crock… he’d finally admitted to himself he loved Anissa, and now he couldn’t have her. Jesus.