by DJ Jamison
“Must be nice,” Lee said from the living room.
He sounded pissed, but then that wasn’t so unusual. Lee was moody, but uprooting your life and embracing a new identity could do that to you.
“What?”
“Calling your mom. How about you let me borrow your cell and do the same?”
I started to snap out a snarky retort, but then I saw the look on his face. This guy, this kid who was only 22, missed his mother. I shouldn't feel sorry for him. Lee was a criminal. He chose his path and now his life was in danger because of it. But talking to my mom turned me soft.
“You know I can’t let you call your mom. I wish I could.”
Lee turned away, his jaw clenching. “Whatever.”
“Lee …”
“Just leave it, Reid. It sucks. If you want to call your mom, you could do it when I’m not around, so fuck you. I’m going to bed. And then this weekend you’re taking me out so I can burn off some of this frustration. You owe me.”
Fair enough.
Chapter 18
Camden
The club was loud, crowded and overheated. But I was there with Reid (and Lee, but who was counting?) outside of Fields, so I was pretty damn giddy. I’d been shocked when he invited me along on his apology trip so Lee could find a hookup of his own. I’d felt incredibly awkward and guilty the first time I saw Lee face-to-face after Reid and I got it on.
Lee had smirked at me. His gaze had panned up and down my body, and he’d shaken his head. “Surprised you waited until he was ‘single,’” he said, using finger quotes.
My face had heated with embarrassment, and I’d opened my mouth to protest that I would never be a party to cheating, when he cracked a grin and surprised the hell out of me. “Thanks, though. Now I don’t have to cut off your balls. Nobody steals my man, even my pretend man.”
He was still laughing as he climbed in the car.
Now, immersed in a mass of writhing gay man flesh, Lee could care less about me or Reid. He’d disappeared into the crowd a while ago and I’d only seen him surface for a bottle of water once. Reid was keeping an eye on him, I knew, as he grinded on man after man with the brightest smile I’d ever seen on his face.
I danced up to Reid, where he lounged at the bar. His laser-like focus bounced from me to Lee and back again. Moving in close to speak in his ear so he could hear me over the pounding club music, I whisper shouted: “You’re going to sprain an eyeball! You don’t have to watch me. I know you need to keep an eye on your boyfriend.”
Reid grabbed my hair and tugged my head back enough to deliver a quick but bruising kiss. “Oh yes, I fucking do have to watch you,” he growled. “Your ass in these pants ...”
He grabbed my ass covered in tight denim and squeezed.
I jumped and slapped his hand away on reflex. “Stop! What if—”
He cut me off with another kiss. “I brought you out with us because it’s not Fields, so stop worrying and let me feel up my real boyfriend.”
I pulled back and tried to get a read on his face. With the dark interior broke up with flashes of neon lights, it wasn’t easy.
His hands tightened on my hips and gave away his tension. His gaze shot over my shoulder, searching out his wayward witness, no doubt. I still couldn’t believe it was true: Reid was available and interested. Not to mention fucking heroic and shit. I didn't get guys like Reid. I got guys like my ex: alcoholics, selfish pricks and superficial assholes who liked my ass but usually wanted me to shut up, preferably with my lips wrapped around their dick.
Reid was different. He blew me, instead of asking me to fall to my knees. He spoke to me respectfully, and so far, had treated me like I had a brain in my head. But it was tough to trust it was all genuine, because guys never did that.
“You really think of me as your boyfriend?” I asked.
His gaze returned to me. “I’d like to. When this is over, my cover won’t be an issue.”
“Yeah, but you’re not staying in Fields, are you?”
He shook his head. “I hadn’t planned on it. I can’t say for sure what I’ll do.”
I smiled, though it hurt my heart. “Yeah, you can. Your life is back in LA. I’m just a pit stop for you.”
“Don’t say that. You’re a lot more than that.”
He pushed forward abruptly, walking me backward away from the bar. I held onto his shoulders and tried not to trip over my feet.
“I don’t see Lee.”
“He’s probably on the dance floor. You know ... it’s packed, so it’s hard to see.”
He’d declined to dance earlier so he could watch the room, but now he manhandled me into the center of the crowd. He rolled his hips to the rhythm and slipped his hands over my ass, but his gaze darted all over the room.
I found myself looking too, his anxiety feeding mine. Eventually, I spotted Lee coming out of the bathroom. He had a huge grin on his face, and a few feet behind the door opened to disgorge a beefy guy.
“I see him,” I said into Reid’s ear. I pointed, and he visibly relaxed. “Pretty sure he got busy in the bathroom.”
“Shit.” He started to pull away, but I held onto him.
“Let him be,” I suggested. “Getting his freak on was kind of the point of this trip, right?”
He looked torn, so I pressed up against him and kissed him. Playing my tongue over his lips, I waited with mounting tension until he relaxed and opened his mouth. Our tongues met in a dance of their own as we slowly grinded together on the dance floor. His hands squeezed my ass and tugged me closer, controlling the speed of my thrusts.
I moaned against his mouth and he broke the kiss.
“Fuck, I want you like this all the time,” he said.
“You can have me.”
I meant it in more ways than one. Reid could have me for a night, a few weeks, or as long as he wanted. He could have my body, but he could also have my heart. I wasn’t holding it back, even though I should. I’d never been any good at building walls.
He kissed me again, sliding his hand up my shirt. I pulled away. “Lee had his fun. It’s our turn.”
His brows shot up. “The bathroom?”
“No,” I said with a laugh. “Back to your house?”
He nodded and grabbed my hand, dragging me across the dance floor. He barreled through writhing bodies like a bowling ball through pins and I had to laugh even as his eagerness turned me on.
Reid and I had slept together twice now, but it still always felt forbidden. I hoped that wasn’t the only thing that made it hot as hell, or he’d lose interest once Lee was gone. Then again, he’d be leaving anyway.
I didn’t care. If I got Reid for a little while, I’d take what I could get. And if he got a thrill partly because he shouldn’t be doing me while undercover, well ... I could live with that. I’d given men thrills for worse reasons. At least I knew Reid genuinely liked and respected me.
***
Reid
It felt good to have Camden in my arms. Staying away from him had been torture. Letting him think I was some flirty slime ball who wanted a piece on the side was even worse. It was concerning he’d figured out Lee and I weren’t on the up-and-up. Maintaining our cover was still important, and I was skirting the line by admitting the truth to even one person — even a super cute Realtor who I trusted. All it took was one slip to get a witness dead, and I’d added one more variable to our situation.
Lee wasn’t happy, either. Though this trip out of town, allowing him some freedom, had improved his attitude. Camden and I found him sweaty and plastered to yet another man. Although he’d claimed to be desperate for sex, he’d mostly danced with guy after guy, with only the one detour to the bathrooms where I suspected he got up to more.
“Lee, we need to head out,” I said.
“I could get him home later,” offered his dance partner, a big guy who’d lost his shirt sometime ago and sheened with a layer of sweat over hard muscle.
“No can do,” I said.
“Can I get your number?”
Lee tossed sweaty hair out of his face. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
We headed to the car and climbed in. I was the designated driver, and hadn’t had much to drink. Camden had a couple of drinks, and was apparently a lightweight because he’d loosened up significantly tonight. He took the front seat next to me, and Lee climbed in back. I hadn’t seen him drink anything other than water. He’d been too busy dancing.
I reached for my phone, intending to set the destination and letting my smart phone do the thinking on the way home. I could manage without it, but it was late and dark and I wasn’t terribly familiar with this part of the country. But my phone wasn’t in my pocket.
Shifting around in my seat, I checked each pocket and then popped open the glove box to see if I’d left it in the car. I didn’t remember doing that.
“What’s wrong?” Cam asked.
“Can’t find my phone. Shit, I hope it’s not inside somewhere. Check the floor for me?”
Camden bent over, feeling over the floor and I continued to check the cup holders and under my own ass. If I was sitting on it, I’d feel like a dumbass.
Lee tapped my shoulder. “This it?”
He held up my phone, and I grabbed it. “Thank fuck. Where was it?”
Lee pointed to the crevice between my seat and the console. “It slipped down there and spilled out onto the floor back here.”
“Thanks, man,” I said. “That would have been a bitch.”
Lee sat back, sinking into the shadows of the back seat. “No prob. Just get us home. I’m beat.”
***
Camden was frisky on the way home, which was different. Lee pretended to gag in the back seat. Camden’s hands molded to my chest, squeezing my pecs and sliding down to tug playfully at my belt. And me? I tried to stay on the road.
“I feel sick.”
“Do you need me to pull over?” I asked Lee, alarmed, while Camden kissed my neck. I tried to get a look at him in the rearview mirror, but his face was in too much shadow to determine nausea level.
My foot pressed the brake, slowing.
“Not unless we can leave your Realtor on the side of the road.”
“My name is Camden!” To my surprise, Cam shot a glare into the back seat. “You never call me by my name. That’s the kind of bitchy attitude that made me think you were jealous. It was the only part of your cover that worked because you’re too coldhearted to have a boyfriend.”
“Fuck you, Camden. There, I said your name. Happy?”
“Yep!”
Camden spun back around in his seat with a grin of triumph. I was impressed. Lee could be cutting with his remarks and Camden had always shied away rather than engaged, but he had more spunk than I realized.
“Batshit crazy,” Lee muttered, but I could sense the respect Cam had gotten by standing up for himself. He’d also simmered down, so I could focus on the road and we made it home in good time.
“Stay over with me?” I asked as we all unloaded the car in the driveway. “You shouldn't drive.”
Camden pouted. “That invitation would be better if you wanted me to stay, and not because I’m tipsy.”
“Oh, I want you to stay. Believe me.”
I goosed his ass, making him yelp, then grabbed his hand and pulled him with me toward the door. He followed me inside, through the darkened rooms and into my bedroom without comment.
“Wait here,” I whispered, and went back out to clear the house as I should have done before we came inside. I checked on Lee while I was at it.
“Am I forgiven?” I asked.
He gave me a sour look. “I got a quickie in the bathroom. You get daily sex in your bed.”
“So, that’s a no?”
He grinned. “Nah, it’s cool. Enjoy.”
“Thanks. See you in the morning.”
“Night.”
I half-expected Camden to be out like a light when I came in, but he had other ideas. He was kneeling naked on my bed.
“Well, this is a sight to behold ...”
He got up on his knees and shuffled to the edge of the bed, reaching out to grasp my belt and tug me closer.
“Hey, there.”
“Hey.” I felt awkward and nervous. We’d fucked before, but each time held more meaning for me. More intimacy and connection.
At a loss for words, I tipped my head and kissed him. He opened his lips under mine, thrusting his tongue out to meet mine, and I moaned in appreciation. Camden was a great kisser.
When I broke the kiss, he dropped off the bed and onto his knees and grabbed my belt. I let him undo it and unbutton my jeans, his hands nimbler than I would have expected. A closer look at his eyes told me that Camden wasn’t as drunk as I’d thought.
“Were you playing me with that horny drunk act?”
Camden looked up through his lashes. A small smile curled his lips. “I was horny. Just not drunk.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Fine, maybe playing tipsy lets me lower my guard and have more fun.”
“I’m not complaining.”
He tugged my pants open and reached inside my boxers to grab my dick. It was hard and crammed uncomfortably behind cotton. He worked it free and rubbed the tip against his bottom lip.
God, he was sexy. My knees threatened to give out and he hadn’t even blown me yet.
“You can use me,” he said.
I blinked. “What?”
“Fuck my face or … you know … use me however you want.”
I carded my fingers through his shaggy blond hair. “Do you like that?”
He moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue and my cock jerked in his hand. “I don’t mind.”
He wasn’t convincing. I liked fucking a guy’s throat if he’s into that sort of thing. I had a feeling Camden was offering because he thought I expected it. Not because he enjoyed it.
“Babe, no.” I reached down and lifted him by his arms. “Look, whatever we do, it’s for both of us. We have to both want it or we don’t do it.”
He met my gaze. “I know.”
“I don’t think you do. I’m not going to use you. Not like other men have.”
He bit his lip. “Oh.”
“Cam, I think we both know this is more than sex, right? I like you.”
“I like you too.”
He whispered the words, and even though we both said “like,” it was easy to imagine saying a different L word to him and hearing it in return.
I kissed him lightly. “So, what do you want?”
His eyes lit up and he scanned my body up and down. My pants were open, my dick held lightly in his hand. He squeezed me periodically as he pondered the possibilities and that was hot all on its own.
“I want to suck you, then ride you.”
I grinned. “Hell yeah. Sounds great.”
***
Camden
I dropped to my knees again. With a mental eye roll, I pressed the tip of Reid’s hard cock to my lips once more. Okay, I got what he was saying. He didn’t need me to submit or play the role of boy toy. It was kind of embarrassing he felt the need to tell me, but after what I’d told him about how Austin treated me, it shouldn’t be a surprise. I kind of appreciated he cared enough about my pleasure and self-respect to stop me.
But sucking cock was something I did well. I wanted it, and if he wanted to submit control to me instead of trying to pound my throat, then I intended to enjoy it.
I fluttered my tongue over the tip, stroking the base with one hand and rolling his balls in the other. I slowly licked and sucked and teased him into a straining, grunting mess.
Reid twitched with the urge to thrust, but he didn’t do it. I admired his restraint.
“Camden, God, before I come down your throat—”
I pulled off and
shoved him back on the bed. He was still mostly dressed, same as the first time we’d done this. How did that keep happening?
Reid reached for the side table drawer that held lube and condoms. I grabbed his shoes and tugged them off, followed by his socks, jeans and boxer briefs. By the time I looked up, he was gloved up.
“Ready?” he asked.
“No.”
“No?” he repeated incredulously.
I shoved up his T-shirt. “I haven’t gotten to see your body yet. You’ve seen me twice—”
“Babe, you can explore later. Get on my dick before it takes off without you.”
I left off the teasing bites over his abs and yanked his T-shirt over his head so I could look at the strong man under me at least. Then I straddled his hips, got my feet under me for an awkward lean forward and grabbed his cock.
“Wait! Lube.”
Slippery fingers prodded my hole and pushed inside. He pumped his fingers and scissored them perfunctorily.
“Good enough,” I said, and pulled on his hand so he’d move it.
He slid some lube over his cock and I plunged down on it without hesitation.
“Fuck!” he shouted, and even spread open on his cock, burning and tingling, I erupted in laughter.
He grabbed my waist, squeezing. “Stop laughing,” he gritted out, “unless you want this to be the shortest ride ever. Goddamn, Camden. You were supposed to be sweet, not wild.”
“I’m not sweet?”
I circled my hips slowly and he groaned.
“You’re so sweet.”
I leaned forward and kissed him. “Now, give me everything.”
He grabbed my hips and thrust up. I pushed back to meet him, and we worked into a rhythm. He was big and hard inside me and I was aching from the rushed entry. I liked the burn. It added a nice edge to the pleasure, making it all more intense.
My thighs burned as I braced my weight and rocked on him. Slowly, my need built until I couldn’t resist grabbing my dick and stroking it in time with our thrusts.
