Reckless (Pier 70, 1)

by Nicole Edwards

  Hell, he hadn’t wanted it to end.

  “You okay?” Gannon asked when he could finally speak a few minutes later.

  “Good,” Cam murmured, shifting so that he could pull Gannon toward him.

  Resting his head in the crook of Cam’s arm, he welcomed the security he felt there. For whatever reason, when he was with Cam, Gannon didn’t ever want to let him go. How he’d gotten to this point, he didn’t know, but he wouldn’t change a single thing about this moment, even if he could.

  Long minutes passed as they lay on the cushion beneath the stars, his sweat-drenched body cooling in the breeze. Gannon trailed his finger over the bold script inked across Cam’s chest. Reckless. For some reason, that suited Cam. The man was certainly wild, untamed. And maybe that was what Gannon liked most about him, that sense of freedom. Anyone who knew him knew that Gannon was definitely not reckless. He was probably too cautious, too controlling, too buttoned up as Cam had once called him. But he didn’t feel that way when he was with Cam. He felt … free.

  Once his breathing was normal again, Gannon shifted so that he was on his back, Cam’s muscled arm still beneath his head. “So, what made you want to get your dick pierced?”

  He felt Cam shrug beneath him. “Don’t know. Seemed like the thing to do at the time.”

  “Getting your dick pierced? Since I can’t imagine a needle coming anywhere near my dick, I would think you had to have given it some thought.”

  Cam chuckled but didn’t say anything.

  “How old were you?”

  “Twenty-two.”

  “How old were you when you got your first tattoo?” Gannon inquired.

  “Eighteen.”

  “What was it?”

  Cam shifted, his hand sliding down to the tattoo that ran vertically up his side. Gannon moved, looked down to read it. This moment is all we have. He nodded, understanding. Cam lived in the moment, there was no doubt about that. He feared the future and ran from his past. And Gannon understood why.

  “How many do you have?” he asked.

  “At last count, it was something like thirty-five. At that point, I stopped counting.”

  “And the other piercings?” Gannon found everything about Cam sexy, and he wanted to know the driving reason behind why the man did the things he did.

  “What about them?”

  “What made you want them?”

  “I got my tongue pierced because I wondered what it would feel like.”

  “Did it hurt?”

  “Surprisingly, no,” Cam said with a chuckle. “Swelled up for about a week after, but no pain.”

  “And your nipples?”

  “That took a little more coaxing, and I probably wouldn’t have done it if Dare hadn’t dared me. Hurt like a motherfucker. But I got the pleasure of watching Dare squirm when they pierced his nipples, so it was worth it.”

  Gannon smiled. “Plans for more?”

  “Tats, yes. Piercings, probably not. What about you?”

  “Never walked on the wild side,” Gannon admitted.

  Cam’s bicep flexed beneath his head, the movement forcing Gannon to turn toward him. He opened his eyes to find Cam looking at him. “I happen to think you’d look sexy as fuck with a tattoo.”

  “Yeah?” Gannon wasn’t so sure about that, but he liked that Cam thought so. “Like what?”

  Cam shrugged. “Something that reflects how strong you are.”

  Gannon knew he wasn’t talking physically. “Who knows? Maybe some day.”

  Cam’s lips brushed Gannon’s forehead and he fought the urge to sigh against him. He liked this, the easiness between them. It was a nice change of pace for Gannon.

  But as much as he wanted to simply enjoy it, he knew himself. If he wasn’t careful, he’d start trying to map out the future, figure out where this was going and how they were going to get there. After all, he was a type A. He didn’t know how to live in the moment, was always wanting to try to control the outcome.

  It was his nature, the way he was programmed.

  And he only hoped he could keep it under wraps or he feared he’d lose the best damn thing that had ever happened to him.

  “What’re you doin’ out here?”

  Roan looked up to see Teague strolling toward him down the pier.

  “Just chillin’,” Roan said. Although he was doing a hell of a lot more than that.

  For the past hour, ever since Cam had darted out of the office like his ass was on fire, Roan had been thinking about where Cam was going, what he was doing. When he would be back.

  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Cam had gone to see Gannon. But despite knowing better, Roan couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the two of them. And not in a way that made him feel good, either.

  “Mind if I sit?”

  It wasn’t like Teague to ask permission for anything, but Roan grunted an affirmation anyway.

  Roan passed over a beer.

  “Thanks.”

  “Somethin’ wrong?” Roan wasn’t sure Teague would open up to him, that was something Teague rarely did, but it seemed as though something was on his mind.

  “You see that guy Hudson went out with?”

  Ah. Well, that explained it.

  Roan nodded, but neither of them said anything more. Yeah, he’d seen Hudson leave with the hot guy who’d stopped in to see him again today. Third time that week Roan had seen Hudson with that guy, in fact. No one seemed to know who he was.

  “Cam go to Gannon’s?” Teague asked a few minutes later.

  “Yep.” And this time, he doubted Cam would be back tonight. He knew Cam and Gannon had been seeing each other for about three weeks, which was a record for Cam. At least for the past few years. And though they appeared to be having a rocky go of things, Roan still hadn’t seen Cam quite as caught up with anyone the way he seemed to be with Gannon.

  Roan fucking hated every second of it. Hated that he cared, hated that it bothered him. He was still battling these strange emotions, wondering why they’d crept up on him now. Sure, he’d had some crazy thoughts about Cam over the years, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he’d never said anything because he thought it would never matter. Cam hadn’t found a serious relationship, nor had Roan. That had been his hope.

  Stupid as it was.

  “How many beers you got over there?” Teague asked, pulling Roan back from his derailed thoughts.

  “A few, why?”

  “Think we’re gonna need more than a few.”

  Roan nodded, understanding just what Teague was thinking. The best thing to do right now was to drown his thoughts with alcohol.

  At least then it wouldn’t hurt as much. Maybe.

  Twenty-Four

  Releasing a contented sigh, Cam woke when a warm body flattened up against his back, strong fingers sliding up his chest, gliding over the steel bars in his nipples. He could see the light coming in the window from behind his eyelids, and he fought to keep his eyes closed, not wanting to get up just yet.

  “Mornin’.” Gannon’s sleep-roughened voice caressed his ear while his fingers tweaked the barbells, sending bolts of electricity shooting from his nipples to his dick.

  God, he loved when Gannon played with his nipples. It made the pain of getting them all those years ago so worth it.

  “Mornin’,” Cam responded, pressing back against the insistent hard-on grinding against his ass. “You gonna put that thing to work? Or is it just plannin’ to wave hello?”

  Gannon grumbled, a deep, raw sound that had the hairs on the back of Cam’s neck lifting from the sensuality of it all. The next thing he knew, he was on his stomach, a warm, heavy weight crushing him into the mattress.

  Gannon nipped Cam’s earlobe. “You ready for me? Or you need me to play with you?”

  Well, this was one hell of a way to wake up.

  “Ready,” Cam grunted, smiling into the pillow. “So fucking ready.”

  He’d been ready all damn night.
After Gannon had driven him out of his fucking mind on the back deck, he’d been counting down the seconds for the next time. They’d both been too tired to have another go at it, having fallen asleep outside for a couple of hours. Gannon had finally convinced him to come inside, and after they had cleaned up, they’d crashed as soon as they’d hit Gannon’s pillows.

  But now … Cam was wide awake. Every single part of him.

  Gannon’s weight disappeared briefly, but before the disappointment could set in, he was straddling Cam’s thighs, squirting lube along his crack, then urging his dick against Cam’s asshole. After sliding his cock through the slickness several times, Gannon pressed forward, slipping in deep, drawing a breathless moan from Cam. And then his weight was back.

  “You feel so good,” Gannon mumbled, his lips sliding along Cam’s neck. “So hot, so fucking tight.”

  In the position he was in, trapped beneath Gannon, Cam couldn’t get the momentum he needed to increase the friction he craved, but he soon learned that was Gannon’s plan when he attempted to thrust back against him.

  “Still,” Gannon barked softly. “Need this right now.”

  Cam didn’t argue; he merely gripped Gannon’s thighs with his hands, holding on while Gannon rocked into him, tormenting him with just enough pressure to make him desperate for more. Gannon’s weight shifted, his hand firmly planted in the center of Cam’s back as he rolled his hips forward.

  The forcefulness of it all was so fucking erotic. Though last night had given him an idea of how giving Gannon was, Cam found it arousing that the man would take what he wanted, as well.

  “I could get used to this,” Gannon whispered, leaning forward again, his tongue trailing over Cam’s shoulder. “Waking up, burying my dick in your ass.”

  Cam could get used to it, too, but he didn’t say as much, enjoying the gentle glide of Gannon’s dick in his ass, the tingles Gannon’s mouth left on his skin.

  Long minutes passed as Gannon ratcheted up Cam’s need by trailing his teeth over his shoulders and neck, his thick dick thrusting inside him, slow and deep, filling him completely. Cam’s cock was rock hard and trapped between him and the mattress, but even that friction wasn’t enough.

  “I’ve been watching you sleep.” Gannon’s warm breath fanned Cam’s cheek. “Stroking my cock and waiting for you to wake up.”

  “I’m awake now,” Cam grunted, needing to move, needing more friction in his ass.

  “I can see that,” Gannon said with a chuckle. “On your knees.”

  Cam didn’t waste a second, shifting to his knees when Gannon gripped his hips and jerked his ass back. The position allowed Gannon to go deeper, hitting that spot that made flashes of light dance behind Cam’s closed eyelids.

  “Love your ass,” Gannon growled, pressing down against Cam’s back, forcing his chest flat, his face once again crushed against the pillow, ass up. “So fucking tight.”

  Cam was almost positive it was possible to come from the sound of Gannon’s voice alone. The deep, rough baritone mixed with the dirty talk… Cam fucking loved it.

  Gannon groaned long and loud, pounding Cam’s ass harder. The sensation was incredible, Gannon’s dick tunneling in and out of him, overwhelming him with pleasure.

  Without warning, Gannon moved, roughly forcing Cam onto his back, flipping him, then slamming his dick back in as though he couldn’t get enough.

  “Fuck,” Cam cried out, his back arching, head digging into the pillow as Gannon’s dick surged deep and hard.

  Lifting his legs, Cam held his knees close to his chest, changing the angle once again. Gannon took advantage of the position, shifting to his feet so that he was crouching over Cam, driving his cock straight down into Cam, thrusting deeper, harder, faster.

  The man was insatiable—not to mention incredibly flexible—and Cam reveled in watching him.

  “Stroke your dick,” Gannon ordered. “Wanna watch you come.”

  He wrapped one hand around his dick, grazing the shaft, but it was too dry. Rather than spit in his hand as he normally would, Cam fumbled around, feeling for the bottle of lube he knew Gannon had tossed on the bed. Once he gripped it, he squeezed a generous amount into his open palm, then wrapped his hand around his dick, jerking roughly, fingering the metal piercings, adding that touch of pain he craved. All while keeping his eyes locked on Gannon, who was still impaling him from above. Gannon lowered to one knee, thrusting into him as he held Cam’s legs wide.

  He was watching Cam jerk off, and the sight of it was so fucking hot Cam knew he wasn’t going to last.

  “Fuck me,” Cam groaned. “Goddamn, it feels good.” The powerful thrusts of Gannon’s hips rocked his entire body, but he didn’t care. “Gonna come, Gan… Fuck, gonna … make … me … come.”

  Gannon’s roar split the air, and Cam’s dick twitched and pulsed, shooting over his chest and stomach while Gannon grunted his release. For a split second, he was light-headed, and he wondered if it was possible to black out from an orgasm.

  Perhaps, if it was, he might one day find out. Especially if Gannon continued to fuck him like that.

  “What time is it?” Cam asked when Gannon’s heart rate finally resumed a normal beat. Hell, there for a minute, he’d thought he was having a heart attack.

  “Six thirty,” Gannon told him, rolling off the bed and getting to his feet. He went straight for the bathroom, tossing the condom into the trash can and turning on the shower.

  A few minutes later, while he was soaping up his body, he heard the sound of the glass door open and knew Cam had decided to join him.

  “I used your toothbrush,” Cam said, stalking Gannon as he filled the oversized shower stall with his presence.

  “Did you?” Gannon smirked, backing up as Cam moved closer.

  “I did.”

  Cam stopped when there was nowhere for Gannon to go, but before Gannon could reach for him, Cam had their fingers linked and Gannon’s hands flattened against the wall on each side of his head. He had a split second to inhale before Cam’s mouth slammed down on his, bruising his lips with the sheer force. And though he’d just come harder than he’d ever come in his life, Gannon’s dick twitched to life.

  “Mmm,” Cam groaned against his mouth, lifting Gannon’s arms above his head, then gripping Gannon’s wrists with one big hand. “Have I mentioned how much I like when you’re aggressive?”

  Gannon didn’t respond, sliding his body against Cam’s, feeling the metal bars in Cam’s nipples against his chest.

  Cam pulled back and stared at Gannon. “But you know it won’t always be like that, don’t you?”

  Gannon wanted to argue, but words escaped him when Cam gripped the back of Gannon’s knee and lifted it, holding his leg close to his hip. Gannon felt Cam’s rough hand slide down the back of his thigh.

  “Aw, fuck,” Gannon cried out when Cam’s fingers kneaded his balls from underneath. But when Cam’s wet finger found his asshole, Gannon nearly came undone.

  “I look forward to burying my dick in your ass,” Cam said, his lips closer to Gannon’s.

  Gannon could see Cam’s eyes as they trailed over his face, likely watching to see Gannon’s reaction. He couldn’t hide it, not even if he’d wanted to. He’d imagined what it would feel like to take Cam’s dick, to feel those piercings inside him.

  Cam’s finger slid in deeper, gently thrusting into him, making him ache for more.

  “Do you have a problem with that?” Cam whispered.

  “No.” Gannon didn’t have a problem with that. Though he didn’t usually bottom, at the mere thought of Cam taking him, claiming him, he felt more blood rush to the head of his dick. “No problem.”

  “Good.” Cam’s lips brushed his once again. “Because that seat over there…” Cam nudged his chin toward the tiled bench seat in the shower. “One of these days I’m gonna sit there while you ride my dick.”

  “Fuck.” Gannon’s dick jerked as Cam inserted two fingers into his ass.

  The sound o
f the water and the rapid thump of his heart beating against his chest were the only things Gannon heard as Cam continued to finger fuck his asshole. He didn’t think he could come again, but if Cam kept doing that…

  But before he could reach the pinnacle, Cam stopped, his fingers sliding out of him and leaving him feeling empty.

  He opened his eyes to see Cam smiling.

  Gannon fought to get his bearings as he allowed the tiled wall to keep him upright, his gaze following Cam’s hands as they moved over his thickly muscled chest, then lower. He knew Cam wasn’t doing anything more than washing up, but the sight of all those tattoos and piercings, the bronzed skin over thick, rippling muscle… Fuck. Gannon could’ve watched him all day long.

  “When will I see you again?” Cam asked after he’d washed his entire body and shampooed his hair, stepping beneath the spray to rinse off.

  “Soon,” Gannon told him. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay away at this point, though he kept that to himself.

  “Good.” Cam smirked, leaning in and kissing Gannon on the mouth. “And when I do, I’ll finish you off.” Cam glanced down at Gannon’s erection. “So keep that in mind.”

  Gannon laughed. He wanted to ask Cam to finish him off now, but he didn’t.

  Cam smiled. “I’ve gotta get back to the marina.”

  Gannon locked his gaze with Cam’s, willing him to see how much he wanted him, how he fully intended to pursue this. He could tell that Cam was trying to distance himself at the moment, and maybe that was a defense mechanism; he couldn’t be sure.

  When Cam’s mouth brushed his once more, Gannon gripped the back of Cam’s neck, holding him so Gannon could explore his mouth, teasing, tasting, trying to get his fill so that he could last the day without being with this man. Cam’s hands gripped Gannon’s hips, and they felt so good on his naked skin he fought back a groan.

  “Call me later,” Cam said when he broke the kiss.

  Gannon nodded, still watching Cam’s face closely.