by Reese, Jaime
"I'm serious," Hunter said in a low rumble.
"You're really growly today," he mumbled in Hunter's ear as his fingers grazed Hunter's arousal.
"Fuck," Hunter groaned, pushing up into Cam's touch. He turned his head slightly and captured Cam's lips as he kept his eyes steady on the road.
"You should focus on driving," he said, rubbing Hunter's arousal with more pressure.
Hunter reached over and slid his hand inside the front of Cam's jeans. Cam moaned and lifted himself off the seat, pushing himself into Hunter's hold until his hand wrapped around Cam's rock hard shaft. He licked Hunter's earlobe as he applied more pressure to his grip on Hunter while pushing his own body upward into Hunter's touch.
"We better get to your place fast," Cam said with another moan, enjoying the firm slide of Hunter's grip.
"Who's the growly one now?"
"I'm so fucking hot, I'm about to blow you in the car if you don't hurry," he said with a firm squeeze to Hunter's hardened arousal.
Hunter hissed, then removed his hand from Cam's jeans.
"What the fuck, man?" Cam said, removing his hand from Hunter in protest.
"Grab my bag in the back."
"This better be good." Cam turned in his seat and reached for Hunter's overnight bag. "What am I looking for?"
"Side pocket."
Cam unzipped the compartment and a wicked grin spread across his face when he pulled out a small tube of lube. "Should I be worried about what you were doing with this while you were away?"
Hunter responded with a momentary glare in his direction before returning his focus to the road.
"So what do you want to do?" Cam said, biting his lower lip as he swung the tube like a pendulum between his fingers. Oh how he loved to tease Hunter.
Hunter grabbed the bottle of lube while maintaining a hold of the steering wheel. He spread some slick on his fingers, keeping his focus firmly on the road.
"You're a road hazard right now," Cam said with a chuckle.
"It's your fucking fault. Come here."
Cam reached over and bit along Hunter's jaw, working his way to Hunter's neck then back to the sensitive skin below his ear. He inhaled sharply when Hunter's fingers slid into the back of his jeans. He bit back a moan as Hunter entered him with a finger. He tugged on Hunter's earlobe as he arched into the touch.
"How long before we get to your place?" Cam asked breathlessly when a second finger joined the first.
"Just enough time," Hunter said, his intense concentration still on the road ahead.
Cam looked over Hunter's shoulder and was thankful for the light Sunday morning traffic. The car's windows were tinted, but not enough to hide everything. He lowered his head onto Hunter's shoulder when a third finger stretched him.
"Fuck, please tell me we're almost there."
"Just around the corner," Hunter said quietly.
He looked up when he heard Hunter's voice. The tone was steady, his focus unwavering. Cam hesitated, not sure if the look of concentration was partly anger.
"Are you mad?" Cam asked, trying to stay in control enough to stroke Hunter's chest.
Hunter shook his head slowly.
Cam arched his body as Hunter's fingers continued to move inside him.
"Say something."
Hunter shook his head again in a controlled, measured movement.
Cam rested his forehead onto Hunter's shoulder. He reached up and gripped the back of Hunter's neck. "Sorry," he mumbled between gasps, reveling in the burn and stretch of each shift of Hunter's fingers. "Shit, that feels so fucking good."
Hunter responded with a twist of his fingers. Cam closed his eyes and groaned. He shivered when a current traveled up his spine. His chest heaved with each breath when Hunter's fingers shifted and pressed. "I'm going to come."
"No, you're not. Not until we get to the house and I'm inside you."
Cam gripped the back of Hunter's neck with one hand and the front of his shirt with the other. "I'm not going to make it," he said, barely audible as he brushed his lips by Hunter's jaw.
"I've been holding off since the second you touched me. You. Better. Not. Come."
Cam brokenly moaned as he pressed his nose against the crook of Hunter's neck. He tried to focus on baseball, football, knitting, anything other than the glide of Hunter's fingers inside him and the pain of his angry hard-on begging to be released from the now tight jeans. He counted sheep in his head, but knew it was hopeless when the sheep started humping each other as they jumped the fence in his mind.
"We're here," Hunter said, withdrawing his fingers.
Cam was dazed. He exited the car and walked toward the house with a drunken sway, each step taking extreme effort to stay steady. He reached the door and barely made it past the threshold when Hunter grabbed him from behind and pushed him up against the wall.
Through the desire clouding his mind, he heard Hunter unzip his pants and the rip of a pack. His zipper was undone and his jeans pulled down. He kept his cheek pressed against the cold wall, hoping to last long enough to enjoy the hard-driving torture he knew was coming. He loved to tease Hunter, push him to the edge where he lost control and drove into him without inhibition.
He held a gasp when Hunter pushed himself inside in one swift move. He bit down on his lip, refusing to let the groan escape him with the sharp burn—the silence would drive Hunter to push harder, stronger.
Hunter pistoned into Cam with unforgiving force. His body slapped desperately against Cam's, pressing him against the wall, holding him up. Cam arched his backside, needing a little space between the hard wall and his equally hard arousal. His entire body screamed to life with the primal pounding. He tightened his mouth to quiet the moan when Hunter's fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. He screwed his eyes shut and bit the inside of his cheek. No way was he giving Hunter a single sound of pleasure that would end this delicious torture. His legs weakened and he began to slip slightly, held only by Hunter's constant push inside him.
"I know you're trying to torture me," he heard Hunter's strangled whisper in his ear. "I know you're close. Admit it."
No way in hell was Cam admitting to anything that would stop this. His chest tightened with emotion, knowing he caused Hunter to shed his façade of control and desperately take what he needed. He leaned his head back onto Hunter's shoulder as the shudders traveled his body with each push of Hunter inside him and the glide of his hand taking him closer to the peak he desperately wanted to delay.
"You know it's you, and only you, who can do this to me. I'm yours," Hunter said as he licked the edge of Cam's ear.
Cam couldn't hold the groan that escaped. Hunter knew exactly how to break him. If he was coming, Hunter was going with him. He reached behind and gripped Hunter's thigh. His fingers brutally dug into the hard muscles just as the bolt of electricity shocked his entire body and blinded him with a white light.
After a few quick thrusts, Hunter immediately followed him. He wrapped both arms around Cam and held him tightly against his chest.
Hunter embraced Cam until their breathing settled, one arm around his waist, the other wrapped around his shoulders.
"I love it when you touch me like that," Hunter said, his breath warming Cam's ear.
A chill traveled Cam's body with the scrape of stubble against his nape. "I know," Cam responded, craning his neck in search of Hunter's mouth.
After a slow brush of lips, Hunter broke the kiss and looked at him intently, his voice low and thick. "You also know it drives me nuts when you tease me like that."
Cam nodded before looking away. He knew how Hunter felt without hearing the words, and he loved when Hunter took his time to slowly torture and worship every inch of him. But there was something primal that shifted when Hunter lost control, when he didn't hold back for the sake of being the nice guy.
That was when Cam would know how much Hunter truly wanted him.
Hunter pulled Cam's chin to turn his head. "You don't have to tease me. J
ust tell me what you need," he said, firmly holding Cam's face, not allowing him to turn away.
Cam's heart hammered against his chest. He closed his eyes.
I can do this.
Cam opened his eyes but avoided eye contact. "I want nice and slow later. I…I missed you so much…" he said and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. "I…I need to know you missed me too."
I can be completely honest. I can tell him what I need and he won't run away.
He opened his eyes and looked at Hunter firmly. "Right now, I want you to fuck me stupid until I can't remember my damn name."
Hunter released Cam and stepped back slowly.
Cam's pulse raced as he carefully watched Hunter, his expression closed, serious, and his movements slow and measured.
In a flash, Hunter grabbed Cam, turned him, and roughly threw him on the living room couch. Cam looked up and his breath hitched at the desire staring back at him.
Hunter reached over into the drawer of the entryway chest for another condom. He withdrew his hand and threw a few packets on the side table then reached for the lube. Cam's chest heaved with each breath, watching every slow, deliberate movement Hunter made.
Hunter lowered himself on his knees between Cam's legs and slid on a new condom before methodically spreading more lube against his covered, already erect hard-on.
Cam's heart slammed against his chest in anticipation. He gripped the cushions and tried to maintain control of his body as he watched Hunter.
Hunter looked up from his task and focused his intense, darkened glare on Cam.
Cam closed his eyes as a moan escaped. That look alone screamed how much Hunter wanted him.
Hunter neared and rubbed himself against Cam.
"Fuck," Cam said, throwing his head back into the couch and tightening his grip on the cushions. They hadn't started yet and he already felt as if he was ready to explode.
Hunter roughly pulled Cam's legs open and entered him again in one quick move.
Cam arched his body and gripped Hunter's powerful thighs. Hunter jackhammered into Cam with brutal force, taking him, owning him. Cam dug his fingers into the hard muscles and moaned loudly with each fierce glide, reveling in the carnal possession he knew could only happen because Hunter needed him just as much. Hunter pulled Cam's legs up, straight against his shoulder and pushed harder, faster, with relentless force, taking Cam higher than any peak he thought was ever possible to reach.
Cam's vision blurred and his skin was slick with sweat. In his daze, gasping for breath, Hunter captured his mouth and fiercely kissed him with a possessive growl. He returned the kiss with equal brutality, one hand digging deeper into Hunter's thigh, the other pulling at his hair. He broke the kiss, gasping for breath.
He didn't have the energy to fight the tremors rippling through his body or hold back the incoherent mumblings each time Hunter hit his gland perfectly.
He willingly dove off that cliff in a blinding white haze as electricity coursed through his body.
Moments later, he finally opened his eyes. Everything was a spinning blur. Warm puffs of air tickled his ear. He felt the full weight of a body on him he instinctively knew was supposed to be with him. He reached up and gripped the hard-muscled, broad back, trying to ground himself.
"What's your name?" he heard in that seductive tone of voice he loved so much.
"Huh?" he mumbled.
"Good."
Hunter sighed as he reviewed the last of the depositions for his case file. It was only eleven in the morning and he was already starting to get cross-eyed after having reviewed so many transcripts. He put his pen down and rubbed his face.
The office was incredibly quiet and the crime stats were dramatically down. He was finally able to get up to date on both his and Mel's lingering cases. Aidan had made great strides with the case and many involved were apprehended or hiding. It seemed as if the local crime world had decided to lay low until the surge of adrenaline coursing through the legal system died out a bit. The news headlines, normally riddled with reports of robberies and shootings, showcased community news usually reserved for the back end of a newspaper. The breaking news last night: a kangaroo had escaped the local zoo and was spotted hopping along the side of the road.
It had never been this peaceful on the streets.
He reached for the next folder on his desk and sighed.
Off the streets was a completely different story. Judges, lawyers, policemen, elected officials, and an endless list of business owners had been arrested. All had clean records and were respected members of the community. They would have gone completely undetected. The network of contacts that had been cultivated for more than a decade, took only a few weeks to break apart. Hunter was disgusted with everything they had uncovered. He had spent years serving his city. Now, he just wanted to walk away.
His cell phone chirped with a new call.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I've got an update," Aidan said.
"Yeah?" Hunter prompted as he rested the phone on his shoulder while he finished handling the files on his desk before his meeting.
"Mackler."
"What about the son of a bitch?"
"Well, the police commissioner and I had a rather lengthy conversation."
"And?"
"We're both in agreement that it's just not fair to give special treatment to some inmates when our prison systems are so overpopulated. Sadly, we've had to put Mackler in with the general population," Aidan said.
An evil grin spread across Hunter's face. Times like these, he was thankful for Aidan's sometimes twisted form of justice. "You do know he won't survive genpop. If Rick's people won't get him, I'm sure one of his prior convictions will."
"Not my problem. He doesn't deserve any favors."
"Agreed." Hunter sighed as a sickening sense of relief filter through his body. He'd taken an entirely different position on justice lately.
"Seems the commissioner has no sympathy for the man. Mackler's managed to tarnish all branches of the judicial system, including his police force. He hasn't taken too kindly to that at all."
"He won't last long once the word gets out. Do you have everything you need and will it stick?"
"Yup. We've got depositions and subsequent depos from others as well confirming everything he's stated. We're good."
"I give it twenty-four to forty-eight hours, tops."
"I'm leaning more toward twenty-four or less."
"That's too quick."
"I may have hinted to Rick during one of my recent interrogations that Mackler was going in, can't remember."
"You never were one for patience," Hunter said, snorting a laugh.
"Nope, that's your department."
"I've got to go, I've got a meeting with the governor in an hour," Hunter finished with a sigh. The governor, police commissioner, and police captain of the local precinct were some of the few who remained committed to ridding the streets of any lingering contacts. He had done things in the past few weeks that didn't follow protocol. He guessed his meeting with the governor in the afternoon would seal his fate.
"He's going to ask you to run for mayor now that Frank's out," Aidan said.
"What?" Hunter asked.
"Yeah, seems the governor and the commissioner are friends. We chatted about it."
"Why the hell didn't you talk him out of it? You know I'm not built for politics. Shit man, I thought he was going to reprimand me or something."
"You know how the commissioner is when he's set on something, and you know how I hate wasting my time. He thinks you'll get a strong public endorsement taking down these guys, and with his support, he seems to think you're a sure thing."
"Well, I won't do it. You should recommend Peter for the job now that he's back. How are the other things coming along?" Hunter said as he finished the last pending file he was working on.
"I got the green light so I'm getting the paperwork finalized. I'm
hoping to have everything ready so you and Cam can come by the office this afternoon, tomorrow at the latest."
"That would be great."
"Talk to you later," Aidan said then disconnected the call.
Two hours later, while sitting in the governor's office, arguing his position as to why he would not run for mayor, Hunter's phone chirped.
He stopped the conversation to read the text message from Aidan.
Mackler found beaten and hung in cell.
He paused for a moment then cleared the display and resumed his argument with the governor.
* * * *
Cameron rolled his shoulders as he looked at the wall clock for the hundredth time.
"Why are we here again?" he asked Hunter.
"Aidan wants to talk to you."
"Why here?" Cam looked around the room, shifting again in the chair. The room was immaculately clean and bare. He knew he was in a federal building because of the sign outside, but couldn't see anything beyond the four walls to get any additional information. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. Stop worrying."
Cam straightened in his seat when Aidan arrived.
"Sorry, I saw something on one of the forms that needed updating."
Cam stared at Aidan, willing him to get to the point.
"I'm going to cut to the chase. You've got two options," Aidan began.
Cameron's heart slammed against his chest. He clasped his hands and rested them in his lap.
Hunter reached for him under the table and squeezed his hand.
"Options?" Cam said.
"Option A. Stay here. We're working on getting your record expunged, considering the charges were bullshit. With your sister's statement and your father's confession along with all the info Judge Mackler provided and the supporting testimony coming in on a daily basis from all the red file cases, it shouldn't be a problem. We don't know how extensive the connection is yet regarding the network of contacts. We know it's large, but we're slowly cracking down on them a little bit at a time with each person we interview. The network spreads both in and around the system so we're moving along carefully. We don't know how long you'd be looking over your shoulder, but we figure it's going to be a while until the mess is all cleared up."