King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

“Well I guess I do work for you princess.” He picked me up and I slid down onto his huge cock. He pounded me against the wall as his hand gripped my ass. Then I felt him push his finger into my asshole. Slowly as if testing it out.

“Holy shit that feels good,” I moaned against his skin.

“I knew you would like it.” As he continued to fuck me harder he pushed his finger all the way in and I screamed as my orgasm crashed around me.

“Oh fuck Colt.”

“Yes beautiful,” he said as his body shuddered and his cum shot into me, filling me completely.

Slowly he lowered my back down to the bed and pulled out of me, laying down next to me.

“What do we do now?” I asked him, looking into this beautiful blue eyes.

“Not a fucking clue,” he answered honestly.

“Yeah me nether,” I admitted.

I had just slept with my security detail. The biggest no no in the book. I was in so much trouble.

CHAPTER 10

Colt

“So how long is this arrangement going to last?”

Sitting across from a friend of hers—Alex, I think her name was—Natalie sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she answered. “I guess that depends on whether my father becomes the actual vice-presidential candidate.”

“Do you want him to?” her friend asked.

From what I’d gathered, she was a friend Natalie had gone to college with. Still shaken from the incident at the restaurant, Natalie had asked her friend to meet her for lunch. I had been accompanying Natalie everywhere since the incident, and it was clear that she had been trying her best to keep busy in order to distract herself from what was going on with her father.

Natalie shrugged her shoulders again in response to her friend’s question. “It’s hard to say. I do, because I know my father would love the official nomination. And I know how good he would be for this country. But on the other hand, I’m not sure how much more I can take of knowing that people are out to get him. Politics is such a dirty business.”

“Well, on the bright side, if he does become Vice President, you guys will have secret service, right? You won’t have to worry about random nutcases sneaking up on you.”

“That’s true.”

“Or…do you already have your own secret service agent?” the friend asked, dropping her voice to what she thought was a whisper.

“No. I told you, he’s just hired by my father,” Natalie said, glancing briefly at me.

I twinge of annoyance went through me at being described as someone ‘just hired by her father.’ Then I reminded myself that technically, it was true.

I turned my focus back to my newspaper, knowing I wasn’t even supposed to be listening to Natalie’s conversation with her friend anyway. That’s why I had purposely seated myself at a separate table. In order to do my job right, I was supposed to blend into the background and keep watch from afar.

I needed to get back into a professional state-of-mind, especially after what had happened between us. The first time, had been permissible, but the second time hadn’t…

The night of the attempted assassination on her father, Natalie had been vulnerable. She had been desperate for a distraction, and in need of comfort. I tried to keep this in mind every time I thought about her touch and the feel of her skin—every night I found myself longing to go to her bedroom and take her again.

“Here’s your refill, sir.”

My thoughts were interrupted when the waiter came back with more coffee. “Thank you,” I said.

I glanced toward Natalie and her friend. They had grown relatively quiet as they finished the last of their lunches. Natalie met my gaze again just briefly before looking away.

She doesn’t really want me, I thought to myself, trying desperately to ignore how much that thought hurt. I’m nothing but a quick fix to her whenever the mood hits. She is not worth losing my job over.

At least that’s what I kept telling myself.