One Night (Nights Series Book 1)

by A. M. Salinger

  Holy shit.

  Gabe’s cock twitched at the erotic move, a low moan vibrating through him.

  Cam’s fingers tightened in Gabe’s hair. He parted Gabe’s lips roughly, gray eyes shifting to the color of a stormy sea, his thigh pressing up against Gabe’s swelling arousal. His other hand found Gabe’s left butt cheek, fingers digging into the taut flesh as he ground their lower bodies together.

  Gabe gasped at the rock-hard feel of Cam’s erection against his hip. Cam swept past his teeth at his sharp inhale and invaded his mouth, their tongues meeting in a possessive mating dance that made Gabe weak at the knees. Gabe’s eyes fluttered closed. His toes curled and his fingers found the edge of the countertop before he lost all strength.

  Waves of heat flooded his entire body where Cam touched him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could do nothing except focus his entire being on the man who was masterfully claiming him.

  He never knew a kiss could feel this good.

  Cam tightened his hold on Gabe, their heated pants merging while he licked and sucked Gabe’s tongue before biting down.

  Oh, sweet Jesus!

  Gabe’s hips thrust forward reflexively, his cock pushing against Cam while the latter maintained his devastating assault on his mouth. Blood pounded in his ears, his heartbeat impossibly fast. He felt Cam guide him away from the sink and blinked his eyes open.

  Cam backed him across the restroom to a stall at the far end, his lips never leaving Gabe’s. Gabe closed his eyes again, a golden haze of pleasure washing across him. The sound of a bolt sliding home reached his ears dimly. Cam pushed him against a tiled wall and reached down. There was the clink of a belt and the slide of a zipper.

  Gabe’s stomach contracted when Cam’s hand brushed his hard-on. Fingers tugged at his briefs. Cool air washed over his naked cock as it sprang free.

  Gabe stiffened, a flash of fear darting through him.

  Cam’s fingers closed around his flesh.

  Gabe’s eyes slammed open, shocked at the feel of another man’s hand on his most intimate part after so long. He met Cam’s sultry stare and dragged his mouth from his, breaking the kiss. Their breaths filled the confined space as they lowered their gazes to where Cam palmed Gabe’s cock.

  Gabe bit back a moan as he watched Cam’s fingers move up his shaft, the long, thick thumb gliding across the shiny, veiny surface before sliding across the sensitive pink head, capturing the drops pearling at the tip.

  “Beautiful,” Cam breathed.

  Gabe looked up and almost came at the feverish expression on Cam’s face.

  Oh God.

  All reason and fear fled Gabe as Cam started rubbing him, his touch made slick by Gabe’s pre-cum. Cam leaned forward, his head nudging Gabe’s chin up, his lips finding his throat. He pressed his other hand against the wall next to Gabe’s head, his breaths coming slow and hard through his nose, his arousal a stiff rod poking Gabe’s thigh.

  Pleasure surged through Gabe as Cam increased the pace of his wrist, his hand occasionally dropping to caress and play with the sac at the base of Gabe’s cock before moving to the main event once more. The sweet friction of Cam’s fingers on Gabe’s rock-hard shaft sent delicious waves of sensation swirling through Gabe’s lower body.

  Gabe’s balls tingled and tightened as the first waves of his climax gathered at the base of his spine and his throbbing cock.

  “Oh, fuck.” Gabe spread his arms and braced his hands against the walls, fingers clutching desperately at the white tiles while he thrust his hips into Cam’s grip.

  “That’s right.” Cam sucked and repeatedly bit the sensitive skin of Gabe’s neck before licking and kissing it. His fingers stroked Gabe faster and faster, the wet slide of his palm against Gabe’s aching flesh an erotic soundtrack that had pre-cum leaking almost continually from the flushed tip. “Come for me.”

  Gabe gasped at the explicit command, body tightening like a coiled spring, his cock twitching and straining in Cam’s hand. He could almost taste his orgasm, he was so close.

  Cam kept up his tormenting pace on Gabe’s shaft and reached down with his other hand, finding the stretch of taut skin between the base of Gabe’s balls and his ass.

  Gabe stiffened at the unfamiliar sensation, not sure if he liked it.

  “Cam?”

  Cam brought his lips to Gabe’s ear.

  “Don’t think,” he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers across Gabe’s skin. “Just feel.”

  His palm moved rapidly up and down Gabe’s shaft, sending delicious tension spiraling through Gabe’s spine once more. Cam flicked his thumb across the sensitive head at the same time that he pressed his fingers against a tight spot under his balls.

  Stars exploded behind Gabe’s eyes.

  “Oh! Oh, yes!”

  Gabe arched, head falling back against the wall as intense pleasure erupted from deep inside his belly and flooded his entire body. Cam’s name was a breathless chant on his lips between the passionate moans and grunts being ripped from his throat. Shudders shook him, his climax sending his cock pulsing and throbbing, filling the hand pleasuring him with hot cum.

  The orgasm lasted long, earth-shattering seconds, a white haze of ecstasy that filled Gabe’s consciousness and sent blinding spots flickering across his inner vision. He rode the exquisite waves until they started to fade, his hips moving in rolling deep thrusts, his ass clenching and unclenching, his legs trembling. The harsh sound of his ragged pants were drowned by the buzz of blood in his ears.

  It wasn’t until Gabe’s heartbeat started to slow and awareness returned that he realized he was gripping Cam’s shoulders for support, his forehead resting in the crook of Cam’s neck and his breaths washing across the toned, tan skin at the opening of his shirt.

  Gentle fingers tilted his chin up. Gabe blinked and met Cam’s gaze dazedly, still basking in the afterglow of the most incredible orgasm he had ever had, utterly stunned by what had just transpired.

  He had never known such soul shattering pleasure before.

  “You are so fucking sexy,” Cam whispered, his gunmetal gaze bright with desire. He lowered his mouth to Gabe’s, delivering a burning kiss that made his toes curl and sent tingles all over his body once more. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter 5

  Gabe stood under the shower for long minutes, hands braced against the tiled walls while the hot spray cascaded over his head and shoulders.

  He finally reached down and twisted a lever. The sluice of water abated, silence replacing the noisy splash. Warm drops dripped from his wet hair and rolled down his naked skin. He caught sight of himself in the floor-length mirror as he turned and reached for the bath towel.

  Gabe stilled, startled. He barely recognized himself.

  His cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen from Cam’s kisses, his eyes dark with desire and tension. Gabe shivered and dragged his gaze from the sultry stranger in the reflection. He glanced around the steamy, luxurious bathroom once more, not quite believing he’d come here with Cam.

  They’d left Saron forty minutes ago, escaping the club under Ethan’s watchful gaze. Gabe had flashed an apologetic smile at the bartender as Cam led him toward the exit. Ethan had dipped his chin in silent acknowledgment, his expression still wary.

  Gabe had blinked when they’d walked out of the alley and emerged onto the noisy Shinjuku strip, the night air cooling his hot cheeks. Cam’s fingers had remained firmly clasped around his since the moment they’d left the club restroom, making Gabe wonder whether he’d sensed his sudden nervousness and his renewed urge to bolt.

  Getting a hand job from Cam was one thing. Going to bed with the man who had just given him the most perfect orgasm he had ever experienced in his entire life was a completely different ballgame.

  Cam had hailed a cab, guided Gabe onto the backseat, and climbed in before he could succumb to the small voice telling him to run. Cam had given the driver an address in flawless Japanese before turning to Gabe.

>   Gabe had hesitated and was about to speak when Cam scooted across the space separating them and took his lips, his gray eyes blazing with heat and his arousal digging into the side of Gabe’s thigh.

  Gabe had gasped, stunned by the bold move. He’d glanced sideways and caught the driver’s shocked stare in the rearview mirror. A thrill of excitement had run through Gabe when he imagined the sexy, filthy picture he and Cam no doubt made as they kissed in the backseat.

  Gabe had opened his mouth and welcomed the man wanting in, his tongue rising to meet the one invading his body. Heat pulsed through him as he closed his eyes and surrendered to pleasure, all thoughts of their avid onlooker fleeing his mind. Cam had groaned at his blatant surrender, his hot pants mingling with Gabe’s while he raised his hands and clasped the sides of his head, his fingers twisting in Gabe’s hair and angling his head to better plunder his mouth.

  By the time the cab had pulled to a stop outside the brightly-lit hotel on the hill overlooking the city, Gabe could barely recall his own name.

  Cam Sorvino was a world-class tease and had applied himself most splendidly during their ten-minute ride, fingers touching Gabe everywhere except where he most wanted to be touched, his lips and tongue ravaging Gabe’s and bringing on a rock-hard erection.

  Gabe had sobered slightly after they’d entered the hotel foyer. He’d waited by a marble pillar while Cam walked over to reception and booked a room, his gaze fixed on the opulent decor as he carefully avoided eye contact with the man behind the desk, hoping he wouldn’t be recognized.

  His concerns had been blown out of the water in the elevator ride to the twelfth floor. Cam had pressed him against the mirrored wall, his powerful leg nestled between his thighs, his tongue fucking his mouth while he rolled his hips against Gabe’s arousal. By the time they’d entered the suite, Gabe had been so hard he knew all it would take was a simple flick of Cam’s fingers on his engorged flesh for him to come.

  Cam had poured him a drink from the minibar before heading for the shower, a wickedly filthy smile curving his lips as his gaze dropped to Gabe’s erection.

  “Don’t start without me,” he ordered thickly.

  Gabe nodded wordlessly, the first tendril of anxiety penetrating his dazed brain.

  Cam’s gray eyes narrowed as he paused in the doorway to the bathroom. “And don’t you dare run.”

  Gabe stiffened at his warning. He raised his chin challengingly. “I won’t.”

  Cam dipped his head and grinned. “I’ll hold you to that.”

  Gabe took his scotch to the glass wall spanning the width of the suite and stared out into the night while he drank the amber liquid. Even at this hour, lights sparkled all over Tokyo, painting the city in a dazzling colorful display that would only fade with the arrival of dawn.

  He pressed a hand to the glass and dropped his head against the cool surface, willing away the fear licking at his feet. The faint sound of the shower and the king-size bed dominating the room served as stark reminders of what was to come.

  You can do this.

  Gabe had always known this would be the most difficult step. His therapist’s warning from his last counseling session rang in his ears once more.

  “You will never be able to sleep with another man if you can’t get past your trust issues, Gabe. I know this sounds awful, but you will have to put yourself in a vulnerable position again when that time comes. You will be naked, powerless, and totally helpless in the hands of your lover. And you will have to trust him. Trust that he won’t hurt you.”

  Gabe gritted his teeth and fought to control the panic threatening to overwhelm him.

  Though he was surprised at how easy it had been to let Cam touch him, sex was an entirely different matter.

  The bathroom door opened behind him. Gabe’s mouth went dry as he watched Cam walk out in a billow of steam in the reflection in the glass. He swallowed and turned slowly.

  Cam’s body was all corded muscles and sinews, his tan skin toned to perfection. A trail of dark hair tapered from his chest and arrowed down his six-pack and navel before disappearing beneath the white towel hanging precariously around his hips and powerful thighs. His hair was slick with moisture and his gray gaze hooded as it landed on Gabe.

  Cam crossed the floor, his steps silent on the carpet, and took the glass from Gabe’s suddenly weak hand. He swallowed a mouthful of scotch before brushing his lips across Gabe’s.

  “Your turn,” Cam whispered in Gabe’s ear.

  His low chuckle followed Gabe as he practically bolted for the bathroom.

  Sexy bastard.

  Chapter 6

  Cam’s pulse jumped at the sound of the shower being turned off. He leaned back against the leather headboard and crossed his legs, wincing slightly when his cock strained against the thick fabric of the towel. Even though he’d jacked off in the bathroom, he was rock-hard again.

  Cam had been shocked by the haunted expression that had flashed across Gabe’s face before he’d disappeared in the direction of Saron’s restroom earlier that evening after Joe joined them at the bar. Unease had slowly filled him as the minutes ticked by and Gabe still didn’t return.

  The realization that Gabe was about to run had struck him like a bolt from out of the blue.

  Cam had left Joe mid-conversation and tossed a hurried apology at his best friend as he headed for the back of the club, his body moving of its own volition. He couldn’t explain the burning desire growing inside him for a man he had just met. There was only one thing Cam was certain of.

  He wasn’t ready to let go of Gabe Anderson yet.

  The relief that shuddered through Cam when he found Gabe in the restroom had startled him. What happened afterward had shaken him to the core.

  Cam stilled as he ran his fingers through his damp hair. He stared at his hand and let out a shaky chuckle when he detected the fine tremor running through it. He had not been this horny since his teens. And there was only one person he could blame for his superbly inflamed state.

  Gabe was unlike any of his previous conquests. Cam had known this from the moment they touched. Known that this was more than lust. He had never felt this electrifying connection with any man or woman before. Had never experienced this desperate need to get under another person’s skin. To feel his heart beat frantically against his own. To watch him shatter beneath him.

  This should have been warning enough for the commitment-phobic asshole that he was. There was only one reason he was here, in this hotel room, right now.

  Cam had never seen anything as staggeringly beautiful as the sight of Gabe climaxing in his arms. From the sensuous dance of Gabe’s hips as he rode his pleasure to the flush of color darkening his chiseled cheekbones. From the glazed look of ecstasy turning his eyes to cobalt to the throaty moans and grunts parting his lips.

  Gabe was the definition of every sexy, filthy fantasy Cam had ever had, wrapped in a drop-dead gorgeous package that promised mind-blowing sex.

  And Cam wanted it. Wanted it so bad, he could taste it.

  He had only one aim in mind for the rest of this night – to fuck Gabe’s brains out and watch him orgasm over and over again.

  The bathroom door opened. Gabe came out, a towel wrapped around his waist and his expression guarded. He froze when he saw the box of condoms and bottle of lube on the nightstand.

  “Where the hell did you get those?”

  Cam smiled and folded his arms behind his head.

  “I bribed the guy behind the desk when I checked in. It’s amazing what some of these places have in their back rooms.”

  Gabe groaned, a mortified look dawning on his handsome face. He walked over to the bed, sat on the edge, and dropped his head in his hands. Another groan left his lips.

  “What?” Cam said, puzzled.

  Gabe turned and looked at him, the towel riding tantalizingly high on his thighs.

  “You know I work for Damon & Tucker?”

  Cam blinked. “Yeah?”

  Gabe gl
anced pointedly around the suite.

  “There was a project they put me in charge of since before I got here. A contract that was going to be incredibly lucrative for the firm. The first of a chain of new luxury hotels.”

  Surprise flashed through Cam.

  “You mean — you designed this place?”

  The hotel’s grand opening had been splashed across every paper and newsfeed in the city early that week. Cam had heard nothing but rave reviews about the place since, which was why he’d chosen it for tonight.

  Gabe nodded, a crooked smile playing on his lips.

  “Yeah. It wasn’t just me though. I couldn’t have done it without my team.”

  Cam studied the room with fresh eyes and took in its elegant details, searching for signs of Gabe’s touch. Now that he knew what to look for, he could see them everywhere. Like the man sitting on the bed watching him, the suite oozed style and sophistication.

  Cam stared at the standing mirror facing the right side of the king-size bed. “Even that?”

  Gabe followed his gaze and flushed. “Well, that wasn’t strictly my idea.”

  Cam looked up and grinned. “We could have done with one on the ceiling.”

  Gabe scowled. “This is not a sex hotel. And I know it’s a bit late to say this now, but I’m beginning to suspect that you’re a pervert.”

  Cam chuckled. “I’m not going to deny it.”

  Gabe threw his head back and laughed. The sound danced along Cam’s spine and made the hairs rise on his skin.

  “Come here,” Cam said huskily. He held out a hand.

  Gabe hesitated. He climbed on the bed and slowly scooted over.

  Cam flashed his teeth before grabbing Gabe’s arm and jerking him close.

  Gabe swore when he landed hard against Cam’s chest.

  “Up you go,” Cam drawled.

  He heaved Gabe until he had him sitting on his lap with his knees denting the mattress on either side of Cam’s thighs. Cam wrapped his arms around Gabe’s back and pulled him in. A shudder ran through them both when their naked chests made contact, the feeling as electrifying as their first kiss.