Their mouths met, and Gannon gave in to the overwhelming heat that had suffused him from that very first kiss they’d shared right here in his kitchen. He honestly loved this man. It was scary how much he cared for Cam.
“So what do we do now?” Gannon asked, planting kisses over Cam’s lips, his chin.
“Bedroom?” Cam mumbled, kissing him back.
Pulling back so he could meet Cam’s beautiful gaze, Gannon smirked. “I was thinking shower.”
“I like where you’re going with that.”
Gannon leaned in, brushing his mouth across Cam’s jaw. “Only this time, I’ll be sitting on that tiled ledge…” Gannon nipped Cam’s earlobe. “And you’ll be riding my dick.” He absorbed the shudder that raced through Cam, holding him close. “And if you’re lucky,” Gannon continued. “Maybe I’ll let you return the favor.”
With that, Gannon released Cam and then turned and walked away, smiling.
Cam watched Gannon walk away, taking deep breaths to calm himself. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. A second chance with Gannon … one he wasn’t sure he even deserved. Someone was definitely looking out for him.
“Cam?” Gannon called out from the living room.
“Yeah?”
“Shower. Now.”
Ah, hell.
Trying not to run, Cam followed after Gannon, coming to a stop in the bathroom, watching in the mirror as Gannon undressed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly before allowing it to slide down his arms.
He was beautiful. So damn beautiful.
How he could’ve been so stupid to think he could live without him after spending four weeks falling deeper and deeper… Cam released a breath. Relief washed over him as it really sank in that this wasn’t over, that he hadn’t done too much damage.
Gannon crooked a finger, urging Cam toward him.
Before he knew it, he was closing the distance between them, his hands coming to rest on Gannon’s chest, fingers sliding through the soft hair there. He watched Gannon’s face as he reached up and pulled Gannon’s glasses off, setting them on the counter behind him.
Gannon took Cam’s hands, forced them down to his sides as he turned Cam to face the mirror. Cam never took his eyes off Gannon as he moved behind him, his hands coming to rest on Cam’s hips, his mouth brushing the sensitive skin of his neck.
“Tell me you trust me,” Gannon said, his voice strong, urgent.
Cam nodded. “I trust you.” More than he wanted to. More than he’d ever trusted anyone.
“Tell me you love me.” Gannon met his eyes in the mirror.
“I love you,” Cam told him, not breaking the eye contact.
Gannon’s hands slid beneath the hem of Cam’s T-shirt, forcing it up his torso, then over his head in one quick move that had Cam sucking in a breath. When Gannon’s chest pressed against Cam’s bare back, he drew in a breath. Skin to skin.
Watching intently, he followed the path that Gannon’s hands made as they leisurely caressed his stomach, gliding up, up, until his fingers rested on the metal piercings in Cam’s nipples. When Gannon tweaked them, at the same time gently sucking on his neck, Cam’s legs swayed beneath him. Gannon’s arms banded tightly around him, holding him in place as their eyes met in the mirror.
They remained like that for long minutes while Gannon managed to undress Cam completely. And while he stood naked before Gannon, his cock rock hard and aching for Gannon’s touch, Cam felt as though he were in a trance, mesmerized by the smooth way Gannon maintained control of his body, his pleasure.
“Screw the shower,” Gannon bit out, stepping from behind Cam as he disrobed.
Cam didn’t try to hide the fact that he was watching. He admired the long, lean lines and smooth, rigid contours as Gannon unveiled himself, forcing his slacks down his legs, followed by his boxers. He was rooted in place, unable to take his eyes off Gannon, so when Gannon grabbed his hand and pulled him toward his bedroom, Cam stumbled behind him, trusting that he knew what he was doing, because Cam damn sure didn’t.
The next thing Cam knew, Gannon was on the giant four-poster bed, propped up on a pillow, tugging Cam’s hand, urging him to join him. Thinking ahead for the first time since he’d walked into Gannon’s house, Cam grabbed the lube from the nightstand, then joined him.
He was tempted to use his mouth to drive Gannon wild, but Gannon clearly had other plans, pulling him down on top of him.
“I missed you,” Gannon whispered, pulling Cam’s mouth to his.
Cam would never tire of hearing that.
Their tongues melded together, dueling as the urgency built, the need to feel Gannon inside him, claiming him… It became too much. At the same time, he never wanted it to end, loving the feel of Gannon’s smooth hands caressing his back, his ass. The way Gannon’s lips pressed against his while his tongue thrust into Cam’s mouth, a kiss that proved how much they both needed this.
“Lube,” Gannon mumbled.
Straddling Gannon’s legs, Cam grabbed the tube, squeezed a generous amount into his hand. While he stroked Gannon, lubing him, loving the way he hissed and moaned, Cam continued to watch him, those dark eyes nearly black with desire. He really was the most beautiful man Cam had ever met. Inside and out.
“Ride me, baby,” Gannon breathed out roughly. “Let me feel you. I need to feel you.”
Cam scooted forward, reaching behind him and guiding Gannon’s steely length to his entrance.
“God, yes,” Gannon groaned as Cam took the wide head inside him. “Fuck.”
Cam watched Gannon’s face, wondered if he felt the same thing Cam had when he’d taken him bare just a week ago. This would be Gannon’s first time, skin to skin. And that meant everything to Cam.
Gannon didn’t move, allowing Cam to control how much he took, how deep, how slow, how fast. It wasn’t long before Cam was ablaze with sensation, Gannon’s girth filling him. Only when Cam had taken him all the way did Gannon reach for him, pulling him forward, taking control.
“Cam. Fuck.” Gannon’s breath fanned Cam’s face, his hands gripping Cam’s hips, holding him still while he rocked his hips, driving up into him. “Hot. Tight. Never felt anything … this good.”
Resting his elbows beside Gannon’s head, Cam watched him, needing this moment, needing to feel one with this man. The man who’d waltzed into his world and stolen his heart when he wasn’t looking. The emotions confused him. Pleasure, pain, love, fear. It all melded together, churning inside him, making his chest expand and contract, his heart beating hard as he tried to wrap his mind around all that he was feeling.
“Love me, Cam,” Gannon insisted, still holding Cam’s hips. “And let me love you.”
Cam nodded, unsure what he was supposed to say. Scared that the emotion was going to burst free, he buried his face in Gannon’s neck, allowing the pleasure to consume him.
Gannon’s hand slid up to his neck, gently holding him there, his other hand gripping his hip as he continued to make love to him, filling him, stretching him. Cam rode the waves of pleasure, never wanting it to end.
Again, Gannon had other plans. As though he weighed nothing, Gannon flipped them so that Cam was on his back. He didn’t have time to shift into position before Gannon was straddling his hips, lubing Cam’s cock roughly before sliding down onto him.
“Oh, fuck,” Cam cried out, the heat of Gannon’s body strangling his dick, sucking the air from his lungs from the sheer ecstasy of it.
“Fuck me,” Gannon pleaded, leaning forward.
Cam thrust his hips upward, lodging himself to the hilt inside Gannon, drawing a ragged moan from them both.
“Harder, Cam.”
Holding Gannon’s hips, Cam controlled the pace, slamming into Gannon, then slowing. He repeated, maintaining a steady, alternating rhythm until they were both covered in sweat.
Again, Gannon changed positions, Cam’s cock slipping from Gannon’s ass as he moved, forcing Cam’s leg across his body before he was once again filled by Gannon
.
“Fuck me,” Cam begged, fisting his hands in the sheets as Gannon fucked his ass, refusing to touch himself, knowing he could come from this alone. “Gonna come, Gan. Make me come.”
Gannon’s hips resumed a rapid pace, slamming into him, his cock driving deeper than Cam thought possible. Grunts and groans echoed in the room, mixed with their desperate attempts to inhale as the pleasure intensified. The tingle that had started at the base of his spine strengthened, sending sparks along every nerve ending in his entire body.
“Fuck,” Cam groaned, absorbing the impact as Gannon fucked him into oblivion.
“Gonna … come… Oh, fuck, Cam.” Gannon’s labored breaths sounded closer when he leaned over Cam, their faces nearly touching. “Come for me, Cam. Oh, God, baby. I…”
Cam wrapped his arms around Gannon, holding him close as he gave in to the rush, the soul-shattering orgasm that detonated inside him. He growled as his release took control of his body, locking his muscles as his dick jerked between them.
“Oh, yeah,” Gannon roared, slamming into Cam one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside him. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Cam’s thoughts exactly.
Thirty-One
“What are you doing out here?” Gannon asked as he joined Cam out on the back deck.
It was two o’clock in the morning.
“Just thinking,” Cam told him, peering back at Gannon over his shoulder.
“About?” Gannon took a seat in the chair beside Cam.
“You. Me. Us.”
That surprised Gannon, but he tried not to show it.
“I think I need to get back into counseling,” Cam said, his voice softer than before.
Gannon swallowed hard.
“I know that you have to travel, and the last thing I want is for that to come between us. It’s not fair to you.”
“Or you,” Gannon told him.
“True. And I was wondering…” Cam paused, looked over at him. “Would you consider going with me?”
“To counseling?”
Cam nodded.
“Of course.” He’d be honored to go with Cam.
“Good.”
Good? That was it? Gannon wasn’t sure what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all.
“What if they can’t fix me? What if I’m permanently fucked up?”
The fear in Cam’s voice told Gannon he was serious.
“We’ll get through it, Cam.” He wasn’t sure how, but Gannon was willing to do whatever it took.
“I really am sorry. You didn’t deserve what I did to you.”
“It’s over now,” Gannon said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees while he looked over at Cam. “One thing I’ve learned, you can’t live in the past. One day at a time. One breath at a time.”
“I love you, you know?” Cam smiled.
“I love you, too.”
“This won’t be easy.”
“Probably not,” Gannon agreed. “But it’ll be worth it.”
Cam nodded, then turned back to peer out at the trees.
“You hungry?” Gannon asked. They hadn’t bothered to eat after they’d gotten back to the house, choosing instead to spend their time in bed, then moving to the shower shortly thereafter.
“I’d cook, but your freezer’s empty,” Cam replied.
“I’m sure I can come up with something.” Getting to his feet, he stared down at Cam. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
Another nod from Cam and Gannon headed inside to cook.
Half an hour later, just as he was finishing the stir-fry he’d tossed together from the frozen chicken strips and the bag of frozen vegetables he’d had—which, according to Cam, had equated to nothing in the freezer—Cam came back inside to join him. They ate in comfortable silence, then cleaned up the kitchen together. Without a word, Cam took Gannon’s hand and led him back to the bedroom.
As though they’d done it a million times before, Cam crawled into bed, and Gannon climbed in after him, spooning against him.
Holding Cam, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest, hearing him breathe… It was truly the best feeling in the world.
Well, aside from making love to him.
But this was good, too. Different good.
And for the first time in a week, Gannon slept.
Cam opened his eyes to see the first rays of the sun slipping between the wood blinds in Gannon’s bedroom. Sleep hadn’t come quite as quickly as Cam had thought it would, although he’d been pleasantly exhausted, but only because he hadn’t wanted to close his eyes.
He didn’t know how long he’d stayed like that, but at some point, he must’ve fallen asleep, because now he was awake, the sun was coming up, and Gannon’s arms were still around him.
And just as it had been last night before he’d drifted off, his mind was spinning from everything that had happened since yesterday when he’d gone to the airport to pick Gannon up.
What it all meant.
Cam was overwhelmed by so many things. There was so much Cam wanted to tell Gannon, but he didn’t even know how. Only because he didn’t think there were words that could describe the magnitude of what he felt for the man. Hell, it was crazy.
For the first time in his life, Cam was ready to introduce someone to his father.
It felt strange, complex even. As though he couldn’t contain everything he was feeling.
And today, moving forward felt different, too.
While he’d been sitting outside last night, Cam had actually thought about getting married.
Freaking married.
Never in his life had he considered that, but he’d gone so far as to imagine picking out a ring, getting down on one knee, and proposing to Gannon. Hell, he’d even thought about the wedding.
Yep, definitely crazy. That’s exactly what it was.
They’d been going slow this entire time, and suddenly Cam felt as though he was trying to fast-track things.
Did Gannon even want to get married? That was something Cam didn’t know about him.
“Mmm.”
Cam smiled when he felt Gannon’s breath on his shoulder, his erection pressing against his ass.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?” Cam muttered, tightening his hold on Gannon’s arm, which was still tossed over Cam’s stomach.
“I blame you,” Gannon whispered, his voice rough from sleep. “What about you?”
“What about me?” Cam rolled to his back, turning his head so he could see Gannon.
Gannon’s hand slid lower, wrapping around Cam’s dick.
“Looks like you’re insatiable, too.”
Before Cam could answer, Gannon’s head disappeared beneath the blanket.
“Ah, fuck,” Cam hissed when Gannon’s smooth lips wrapped around the head of his dick. Not wanting to miss the show, Cam forced the blankets off, revealing Gannon, who was lying on his side facing Cam, knees up by Cam’s chest, propped up on one elbow as he sucked him.
Placing an arm over Gannon’s hip, Cam caressed the smooth skin there as Gannon slowly sucked him, their eyes locked together. It was so hot to watch him, to see how much he enjoyed doing that. Cam knew the feeling because he loved it just as much.
Which gave him an idea.
“Roll onto your back,” Cam instructed, turning onto his side.
When Gannon was on his back, Cam crawled over him, straddling Gannon’s head, while Cam’s mouth hovered above the heavy length of Gannon’s erection.
“Perfect position,” he said softly, fisting Gannon’s cock and guiding it into his mouth.
The sixty-nine position wasn’t an easy position. Sure, doing it was easy, but maintaining focus was far more difficult. With so much pleasure assaulting him, the heat of Gannon’s mouth working over his cock, Gannon’s fingers teasing his balls, Cam found it difficult to focus on returning the pleasure.
He tried.
He really, really did.
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sp; But it seemed that Gannon was hell-bent on driving Cam completely out of his mind. Minutes later, Cam was on his back once more, and this time Gannon was between his legs, bent over and sucking Cam for all he was worth.
Cam didn’t look away, sliding his fingers gently through Gannon’s hair, doing his best not to pull him closer, not to shove his dick as deep into Gannon’s mouth as it would go.
“Damn,” Cam mumbled. “You want me to come in your mouth?”
Gannon didn’t say a word, just met Cam’s gaze and sucked harder, faster, using his fist to stroke Cam right over the edge.
“I’m gonna come,” Cam warned. “Take all of me. Everything.”
Gannon didn’t stop, bobbing up and down, taking Cam as far as he could until Cam passed the breaking point, sputtering nonsense as he came, erupting into Gannon’s mouth, eyes still locked on him.
Yeah, if he’d thought he was attempting to fast-track things before…
This certainly hadn’t helped.
But right now it didn’t matter, because it was time to return the favor.
Thirty-Two
The last two days had gone by in a blur. For nearly seventy-two hours, Gannon had had Cam all to himself. Not once had they left his house. Hell, they’d rarely left his bedroom.
It had been incredible.
Now, as Gannon sat at his desk, reviewing one of the reports his operations manager had provided him, he could hardly focus. He knew he needed to, but thoughts of Cam continued to interfere with his good intentions.
“Hey.”
Gannon looked up to see Milly stepping into his office, a huge smile on her face. “Hey.”
“Have a good weekend?” Her tone said she already knew the answer to that question.
Gannon leaned back in his chair, smiling at her.
Milly quickly turned and closed his office door, then lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “How’d it go? Did y’all work it out?”
“We did, but I’m sure you already knew that.”
“Since I didn’t get a phone call, I assumed.” Taking a seat across from him, Milly regarded him steadily. “If you expect me to apologize, I’m not gonna do it.”
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