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  I had been worried about hurting her. I should’ve been worried about her ruining me for all other women. I already didn’t want another woman other than Kamara. She only sealed that fact, by giving me the best pussy I’ve ever had.

  Yeah, my brothers would hand me my ass for these thoughts. Right now, me and my shit eating grin could care less. I run my fingers up and down Kamara’s silky back.

  I was prepared to wait months before taking things this far. I think Kamara and I both know something serious is happening back in her home. Kwäzē’s call created a tension between us.

  Let’s be honest. Kamara and I are walking on egg shells. The fear of losing each other is heightened with everything that’s going on with her family.

  Being in the dark, not knowing what I’m truly up against makes this so much more intense. I love Kamara so much. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to give her up.

  I wouldn’t do it without a fight. I’m not delusional either. I know she’s a princess and that comes with responsibilities. I feel like I’ve age twenty years, in the last few hours.

  We’ve taken this to a new level. There is no going back from here. I don’t know what to say to my friend. I have no idea how to tell him I’m completely in love with his sister.

  “Mmm, I’m hungry and your thinking too loudly,” Kamara laughs sleepily.

  I chuckle and slap her fat ass. I can’t wait to have another taste of her. My chest swells when I think of how well my girl took me.

  “What do you want to eat?” I yawn.

  “Pizza,” she answers with a smile in her voice.

  “Why pizza?” I draw back to look down at her, in my arms.

  “It is what I had the first time you treated me,” Kamara giggles.

  I furrow my brow. “When?”

  “Before Nellie moved away,” Kamara starts.

  “Oh, shit. You remember that,” I laugh. “You know you never did tell me what channel the Smurfs were on.”

  Kamara gives a full belly laugh. “I still watch them from time to time,” she says, with that beautiful smile.

  I kiss her forehead. “I’ll run you a bath, then I’ll order a pie. You want anything else?”

  “Pineapple soda,” she replies, with that shy smile.

  “You got it,” I say and sit up.

  “Wait, Toby,” Kamara calls reaching for my arm.

  I look back at her and lift a questioning brow. Her face turn serious. My heart sinks. If she tells me she regrets all of this, it will make me feel like complete shit.

  “This had nothing to do with everything that is going on back home, for me. I cannot change who I am. I will have to face that someday, but you will come first, for me,” Kamara says softly.

  I lean to peck her lips. “You can’t promise that, Princess. You will have to do what’s right for your people. I will have to live with knowing this, but I do know it. You don’t get to be selfish when a people are depending on you,” I say truthfully.

  Kamara reaches to push her fingers through my hair. “Spoken like a king,” she says with a small smile.

  I reach for her fingers and bring them to my lips. I vow in my heart I will guard her from all of this for as long as I can. I will give Kamara the normal life of a twenty-one-year-old, for as long as I’m able to, but make no mistakes when the time comes, I will fight with everything I have.

  chapter Ten

  Teach Me

  Kamara

  I feel so content, so complete. Sex is amazing. Wait, for me, sex with Toby was amazing. I can only hope it was as good for him.

  My mind starts to spin over my thoughts. I want to please Toby. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

  It wasn’t just the sex. It was how he made me feel after. Drawing a bath for me to soak in, massaging my tight muscles, and making sure I had something to fill my tummy.

  Everything was just so complete about this night. I know Toby is more experienced than I am. I just hope I measured up to his expectations.

  “Toby,” I whisper against his chest.

  “Yes,” he replies, while his fingers dance back and forth over my skin.

  “Was I okay? Did I do things right?” I ask shyly.

  Toby’s hand pauses. I tongue my lip, feeling stupid. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Toby rolls us, until I’m flat on my back.

  He hovers over me to look down into my face. He has a pensive expression, as his eyes search mine. Somehow, I get the feeling that I have offended him, until his face softens and he places a sweet kiss on my lips.

  “I should’ve thought more about your innocence. Have you ever played with your own pussy?” Toby asks, causing my face to flame.

  I look away from him, but nod my head. Toby pinches my chin, bringing my face back to his. I’m so embarrassed, I try not to look into his eyes.

  “Look at me, Baby. This is nothing to be ashamed of. You asked a question, I’m going to answer it, but first, I need you to answer mine,” he says gently.

  “Yes, I have once,” I whisper.

  “Did you cum?”

  “No, yes, no, not like with you,” I stammer.

  A cocky grin breaks out over Toby’s face. He dips his head to nip my bottom lip, then trails the seam of my lips with his tongue. I try to follow his mouth, when he starts to pull away.

  He chuckles. “You like that,” he rasps.

  “Yes,” I whimper.

  “It takes time to learn what you like. You can’t know if you don’t try, ask questions, and try again. You need to know your body, as much as you know mine. I don’t just want sex to be about me. When we make love, it needs to be about you,” he says with such intensity.

  I blink up at him, taking in his words. “I didn’t like touching myself,” I frown.

  “Then, you weren’t doing it right,” Toby shrugs.

  I wrinkle my brow, biting my lip. He is probably right. Cali and some other girls had been talking about it and I just decided to try. I rushed through it because I was so embarrassed, as if someone knew what I was doing.

  “Teach me,” I rush, before I chicken out.

  The sexy grin Toby gives me, tells me he is more than willing to. He shifts his body until he is lying beside me, propping his head up on one hand. I turn my head to look at him.

  Toby runs his finger down the middle of my chest and I arch up off the bed. His simple touch lights me on fire. In my head, that is even more reason not to need to touch myself.

  “You’re very sensitive here,” he murmurs. He drags his finger back up and across my right breast, circling my nipple. “And here. Especially here.”

  He reaches for my hand lifting it to my breast. Taking my fingertips, he retraces his trail, bringing a new fire to my skin, from my own touch. My belly quivers and I lick my lips.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice husky.

  “Yes,” I respond.

  “Now, show me something else you know you like. Take your time, let your body teach you,” he instructs.

  My mind races over what we’ve done. I try to think of what I found most stimulating. I think of Toby biting my shoulder that last time.

  I reach up and scrape my nails across my shoulder and collarbone, trying for the same effect. I moan, when it comes pretty close to the same results. I do it again, harder this time and my hips buck off the bed.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Toby groans.

  I look over to him and he has his penis in his hand, stroking himself. The sight turns me on more. I drag my nails down between my breasts, over my belly, but Toby’s hand shoots out to halt my progress.

  “No, not yet. Take your time. Build it slow. Touching your pussy could end this too quickly. I want to you learn to get there gradually. There’s no rush,” he brings my fingers to my lips.

  “Wet them, suck on those fingers. Get them nice and wet for me,” he commands.

  I open my mouth and suck my fingers in. Toby watches, his jaw growing tight, as I make a show of
it. I pull my dripping wet fingers from my mouth and show them to him.

  “Nice,” he rasps. “Play with your nipples.”

  I reach for my left breast and circle my nipple. It is okay, but not what I need. Toby senses my frustration right away.

  “Pinch it,” he orders.

  I do as he says and it’s a whole lot better. I reach for my other breast and pinch that nipple as well. I squeeze my thighs together, as the sensation shoots right to my core.

  “That’s it,” Toby breathes.

  I continue to knead my breasts and pinch my nipples. After a few minutes, it is not enough. I start the trip back down over my belly. This time, Toby doesn’t hinder me.

  I cup my mound and squeeze my legs. I realize I’m not doing much to help. I rock my hips, but that is just giving me a little friction.

  “Do you know where your clit is,” Toby says into my ear, almost startling me.

  “I…I think so,” I reply.

  Toby gets up and moves down the bed, resting on his knees. He looks up at me expectantly. I spread my legs, resting my feet on either side of him.

  “Show me where you think it is,” he demands in a silky purr.

  I reach for the area I have always believed my clitoris to be. Toby tsks at me. He shakes his head, looking into my eyes.

  “Touch the top of your pussy slit. Then slide your finger down a little, a little more. Yeah, right there, now pull back the hood. Your button is right there,” he instructs. “Yeah, that’s it. Open that pretty pussy, Baby.”

  I gasp when my finger comes in contact with my button. It’s sensitive to the touch. I moan, as I circle it.

  “That’s it. Find the right touch. You like a different type of pressure there, find your rhythm,” Toby coaches.

  “Ah,” I moan, rocking my hips faster.

  “Play with your pussy. Stick your fingers in it. It’s not time to finish yet,” he groans.

  I look to see him stroking himself. My chest caves in, I lift my legs up. Keeping my thumb on my clit, I push two fingers inside.

  Toby chuckles. “You got it. Play with that shit for me. Fuck, you look amazing,” he hisses. “You feel that. I can see you building. You’re getting so close.”

  “Toby,” I cry out.

  “That’s all you, Baby,” he croons.

  He is right. I can feel I’m going to peak. There is no holding it back. This is going to be a big one too. Still not as good as the ones he has given me, but pretty damn close.

  “Shit, I want inside you. Finish it,” Toby growls.

  His voice vibrates through me, at the same time that I flick my button just right. My mouth falls open and stars burst behind my lids.

  “Holy shit,” I huff out a breath.

  “That’s my Baby,” Toby half chuckles, half groans, as he slides into my wet core. “You feel so good, Kamara. It has been amazing each time. It will only get better. Watch me, learn me, know me, we will become one every single time.”

  chapter Eleven

  Suspicious Attitude

  Toby

  A year later…

  Things have become harder and harder in the last year. My brothers are suspicious all the time. Kwäzē has just returned from Nigeria. God, Kamara has been stressed the entire time, her brother has been away.

  I still don’t know what the fuck happened that day last year. Mr. Naidoo was the one that called my phone to inform me that it was safe for Kamara to return to her apartment. Kwäzē was already gone.

  Elijah Naidoo is a quiet man. Kamara’s father has a presence about him that is a telling sign of him being a King. Once, he told Kamara her apartment was no longer safe and she needed to move, he settled her into a new home. It would be the new Naidoo family residence.

  After that, he was off to Africa, as well. I lucked up when I found out that Briggs Security would be in charge of Kwäzē and Elijah’s details. I called in a favor with Jasper Briggs. That was the only way I was able to keep Kamara from losing her shit.

  Kwäzē and Elijah were not the only ones to receive increased security. Kamara and I have had to get very creative in sneaking around to be together. The trust the Naidoo family has had in me has gone a long way to help.

  Since Kamara has to commute to campus now, I’ve offered to drive her back and forth. Her dad didn’t even protest, which we were grateful for. Although, at times, I questioned that fact in my own head.

  Study groups have been another way we’ve borrowed time. Cali has been an awesome help. She had to move out of the old apartment, but her new place isn’t far from Black and Lock.

  From time to time, Kamara’s father agrees to Kamara spending time at Cali’s. This is when we get to have alone time. The kind of alone time that has my girl’s toes curling, her back arching, and her voice raw from screaming.

  “What the fuck are you smiling about,” Ry calls across the office.

  I look up from the papers in front of me. I spent the night at Cali’s with Kamara last night. We didn’t get any sleep. I swear, I can still taste her pussy on my lips. I’ve been lost in thought about the hurting I put on her sexy body, for about two hours now.

  I haven’t gotten shit done. It’s been weeks, since we’ve been alone where I can relish in her sweetness. This was never supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with Kamara. Now, I don’t know who I am without her.

  “He’s been seeing some chick, but he won’t cough up who,” Brax says, narrowing his eyes at me.

  “Shut up,” I hiss and take a glance at Wyatt’s office door.

  Wyatt and Noah have been locked in there for hours. If those two get a whiff of what I’ve gotten myself into, they’d kill me. I look back at Brax and Ry. They’re both watching me too closely.

  “Stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong,” I grunt harshly.

  Both Brax and Ry’s heads whip back. We may kid around, but we’re still a tight family. Me shutting them out is off. I just can’t allow anyone to figure out what I’ve been up to.

  “What? Is she ugly or something?” Ry says, his eyes zoning in on me.

  Fuck, just what I need, Ry’s attention on me.

  “I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” I mutter and look back down at the papers in front of me.

  I’m not seeing anything in front of me. Instead, my mind shifts to what excuse I can use to get out of the office. I should be keeping my ass right here, I need to get these reports done.

  “Maybe his mood swings will get better now that Kwäzē is back,” Ry teases.

  “Yeah, hey, isn’t his welcome home party tonight or something,” Brax asks.

  I look up from my paperwork, thanking the powers that be for the excuse Brax has just handed me. I start to gather the papers in front of me into a stack. I’ll take them with me and try to get some work done at home.

  “Yeah, it is. I have some shit I need to do before tonight. I’m going to head out,” I reply.

  “Mom and Dad are going. I might show up,” Brax shrugs.

  “It’s a formal affair,” I say and watch, as Brax frowns.

  “Argh, is that why mom was asking wear my kilt was,” Brax frowns deeper.

  “Probably,” I shrug.

  “Yeah, I might pass. If one more chick tries to stick her hand under my shit to check if I have underwear on, I’m going to lose my shit,” Brax grumbles.

  “Oh, shut up. You love that shit,” Ry laughs.

  “Nope, half of them run screaming when they get a hand full of my shit,” Brax barks out a laugh.

  I shake my head at my brothers. “You were dropped on your head,” I point to Brax.

  “No, but there is video of you and Felix sitting on me,” Brax shrugs and smirks at me.

  “Asshole,” I mumble.

  “Love you too, Bro,” Brax chuckles. “Don’t forget, I want you to come with me to that car show.”

  I pinch my eyes closed. I promised Kamara I would take her away for the weekend. Things have become lax with
Kwäzē’s return. We still don’t know why, but her father’s demeanor has change significantly.

  “Man, I’m sorry but I have something I have to take care of,” I sigh, rubbing my temple.

  I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve backed out of something on Brax and Ry. There was a time when we did so much together. My little brothers were once my closest friends.

  “Oh, come on, Toby. You knew about this for months. You promised, man,” Brax growls, with disappointment and anger on his face and in his voice.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make this up. I swear I will.”

  “Like you’ve been making up for all the other shit you’ve been backing out of? Don’t do me any favors,” Brax huffs.

  “Dude,” I start, but Ry jumps in.

  “Just leave it, Toby. You’ve obviously had better shit to do. I know I’m getting tired of you bailing on me. Just do whatever it is that’s so important to you,” Ry says, with hurt in his eyes.

  “What’s going on out here,” Noah rumbles, as he and Wyatt step out of Wyatt’s office.

  Oh, great, just what I fucking need.

  I grab my bag, I stuffed my shit in and start for the door. I’m not going to give them a chance to pounce on me. I was in a good mood this morning.

  “Toby,” Wyatt bellows.

  I throw up the deuces and keep walking. I’d rather them be pissed I walked out, than get into it with them. I already feel like shit for having to bail on Braxton.

  I know how much he’s been looking forward to this car show. He’s getting ready to buy his first car. Well, at least, the first car that wasn’t passed down through my brothers.

  Brax has done extremely well with bounties this year. I’m proud of him. He brings in a lot of money for the firm. Dad has rewarded him for it. It’s well deserved. Braxton may be crazy as fuck, but he has a good head on his shoulders.

  Once in the garage, I climb into my Rover, and throw my head back into the headrest. I’ve become such an asshole to my family. I don’t mean to be. It’s just the easiest way to keep them from seeing me.

  It’s not easy being in a family full of private investigators. Anyone of my brothers would see right through my bullshit if I let them get too close. To tell them the truth, would be exposing Kamara. That I can’t do.