CAMERON

"Cameron?" Malia calls, and I return a smile to her.

Amy tilts her head up, her eyes meeting mine as she folds her bottom lip between her teeth. I hold out my hand, and she takes it. "I think you guys have something of mine. So I will take her," I tell the girls and pull Amy up, leading her to the elevator.

As we get in, I press the emergency button, stopping the elevator, and turn to Amy, caging her against the walls.

Amy's eyes widen in amusement and alarm. "Now the security will think we need help," she murmurs, her face a hue of red over her sexy makeup.

I slide my hand along her long, slender neck, my finger lifting more of her head by the chin so I can see her lips better. "They won't notice soon."

She wets them with her damn tongue, making me even more impatient.

"Do I get my gift now?" I smirk, and she smiles innocently.

Oh, Amy!

"What gift?" She looks at me through her long lashes, her green gaze not as naive as her face suggests.

"I didn't let Rodriguez touch me, Amy. I think I deserve a reward for keeping my promise."

"Yeah," she bites her lip, smiling. "So what do you want?"

I will show her.

Smiling mischievously, I step back, letting go of her neck, and take her hand, slipping it down into my pants, having her hold my painfully hard cock.

Her jaw drops, those naughty pupils dilating. Her reaction, her touch, adds torture to my erection. I fucking want her.

"I want your innocent lips around my dick," I groan, forcing out and in respiration, and she nods.

I look around for the CCTV and take off my shirt to block it.

***

We come out of the elevator, probably looking like sex, given that's the reflection of Amy as I look over at her. Her cheeks are crimson, she can't even meet my eyes, and she keeps smiling with a downcasted head, rearranging her already gorgeous hair.

My phone pings, and I look down at the screen.

Harper: Come out I'm outside.

She wasn't able to come to the event because of her foster parents. I guess she just found a way to sneak out now that they're likely asleep as it's past midnight. I wish things were different and my sister was able to celebrate freely with me.

"Hey, I will see you in a minute," I tell Amy and kiss her cheek tenderly. She smiles, making me smile.

I got a black hoodie from the team and sneaked out, not drawing attention to myself.

There's Bree's car parked across the road. I stride to it after checking up and down the road, and Harper comes out of it with a jacket over PJs.

"My God, Cam," she hugs me.

"I know."

"You are there," she says excitedly in my ear.

"I guess."

She pulls back and shakes her head, grinning, "You are. You beat down a guy with good reputation, Cam, in two minutes. He couldn't even touch you. Way to set a good career. Everyone will be talking about you. You are making headlines that are not about Mom and Dad. You made a name for yourself. Everyone was screaming Cameron! God, I am so proud of you," she rushes, and I just watch her with a smile, admiring her pure intentions and enthusiasm.

"I am sorry I couldn't come but my parents knew you were fighting tonight and they just didn't want me leaving their sight, we watched rom-coms the whole time. Maybe they felt I might want to see you. Even now, I snuck out, letting the girls bring me over," she frowns.

"It is okay. I know. As far as you are fine, that's all that matters," I assure her, pinching her cheek to make her smile, and I succeed.

"I saw a video of your toast. So you do have a girlfriend for real," she brings up, her joy returning.

"I do," I nod playfully, shoving my cold hands into my pockets as it's freezing cold out here.

"Come here. I am so happy that you are happy and maturing," she opens her arms and circles them around me, swaying us.

"Maturing," I pull back, wary at the word.

"Of course, you're not sleeping with every girl anymore. Who would've thought?" She teases more.

"You, you! Harp!" I grimace playfully at the kid and lean, kissing her on the cheek, "Get going back. We will meet in school."

"Yeah."