Gabe let go of Cam’s dick and wrapped his arms around Cam’s shoulders. He lifted his head off the pillow and brought his lips to Cam’s left ear.
“I want you to come inside me, Cam. I want you to take me and fill me with your seed.”
The last of Cam’s restraint snapped at Gabe’s sexy, taunting words. He worked lube feverishly onto his naked dick before settling between Gabe’s thighs. Gabe lifted his legs and wrapped them around Cam’s mid back, his eyes hot with need.
Cam propped his elbows on either side of Gabe’s head and lowered his body flush against Gabe’s. They both groaned and arched into one another as Cam’s naked cock gently stroked Gabe’s hole.
Cam rotated his hips and teased Gabe for tantalizing seconds, causing him to gasp and moan. He swallowed a groan, the thrilling sensation of his bare cock against Gabe’s wet opening sending bolts of electricity jolting through him.
“Cam! Please!” Gabe cried out.
He dug his fingers into Cam’s back and dropped a heel to Cam’s left butt cheek, urging him closer.
Cam finally gave in to the man begging him so sweetly. He leaned down, took Gabe’s mouth in a soul-scorching kiss, and nudged his hips forward.
Chapter 13
“Yes!” Gabe shouted.
Gabe’s eyes widened at the feel of Cam’s naked cock parting his opening. He gazed dazedly into Cam’s heated gunmetal stare while the blunt head of Cam’s dick stretched the rings of muscles guarding his passage. The sensation was unlike anything Gabe had ever experienced, so filthily exquisite he thought he would come there and then.
“Cam!” Gabe gasped as Cam continued gliding inside.
Cam let out a grunt when Gabe tightened reflexively around him, his passage squeezing Cam’s naked shaft and sucking him in deeper. Sweat beaded Cam’s forehead and upper lip as he flexed his hips and slid fully home. He stilled above Gabe, his body rigid with tension.
They stared at each other for timeless seconds, reveling in the achingly sweet rite heralding their first true mating.
“Cam,” Gabe breathed, his heart thundering against his ribs. “Does it feel—”
“So fucking good, Gabe!” Cam hissed. He closed his eyes and nudged his hips forward, causing Gabe to gasp again. “It feels so good inside you!”
Gabe moaned as Cam pulled out before thrusting back in, the pleasure rippling through his body from the raw friction so intense he doubted he would last long.
Cam grunted above him and set a sweetly punishing pace, his hips flexing and rolling slowly, torturing Gabe’s sensitive passage with each withdrawal and deep glide of his thick, hard cock.
Gabe clutched Cam’s shoulders and curled his toes into Cam’s back as a delicious shiver raced down his spine. His balls tightened under his aching dick.
Gabe came seconds later, his hoarse cry of pleasure echoing across the room while he pulsed out hot cum against their bellies.
Cam gritted his teeth and looked to where Gabe’s dick throbbed between their bodies, jetting out thick streams of creamy fluid, Gabe’s musky scent filling the space between them.
He cursed as Gabe’s hole pulsed with his orgasm, the rhythmic contractions sending bolts of ecstasy shooting through Cam’s aching, hard cock. Riding Gabe bareback was the most incredible thing Cam had ever experienced. He couldn’t believe how hot and tight Gabe’s passage felt around him, how much more he could sense each of Gabe’s moans and gasps as they vibrated through his body, as well as every intimate pulsation of his opening.
Cam hooked his left arm under Gabe’s right thigh and lifted his leg up, dropping Gabe’s calf onto his shoulder while he continued pumping steadily in and out of Gabe’s body.
Gabe moaned and met Cam’s gaze with a glazed expression, color staining his cheekbones a glorious pink as he found himself opened even wider for Cam’s possession.
Cam looked down and stilled when he saw the place where their bodies connected.
Fuck.
Cam flexed his hips slowly and watched his naked cock glide out of Gabe’s wet hole, the taut rim dragging along the sensitive surface of his shaft. He pushed forward and groaned when his dick slowly disappeared inside Gabe’s body, heat and tightness gripping him once more.
“Cam!” Gabe gasped.
Cam glanced at him.
Gabe bit his lower lip, his face flushed. His expression told Cam he was hungry for more.
Cam looked down to where their bodies connected once more and accelerated his pace. He cursed at the intense feel, sight, and sounds of their raw mating.
“Cam! Oh God, yes!” Gabe cried out. He chanted Cam’s name over and over, head twisting and thrashing on the pillow as pleasure coursed through him, his hard cock rubbing against Cam’s belly. He came again a moment later, his spine arching off the bed, his orgasm so powerful he nearly lifted Cam up as he helplessly thrust his hips upward.
Cam gritted his teeth as the familiar sweet tension wound through his thighs and gathered at the base of his spine. His balls tightened and rose in his sac. He bowed his back and finally gave in to his instincts, gripping Gabe’s thigh tightly while he thrust powerfully in and out of his body.
Gabe shuddered and moaned, his passage pulsing strongly, the fading ripples of his orgasm doubling back as he neared another climax, his glazed eyes meeting Cam’s heated stare.
Sweat pooled from Cam’s face and dripped onto Gabe’s chest as he fucked him deeply and thoroughly, the bed rocking and creaking with each powerful propulsion of his hips, the erotic soundtrack inflaming his senses further.
Cam’s orgasm swirled through him in slow, delectable waves, ebbing and flowing with each sweet pull of Gabe’s tight passage, swelling teasingly until it grew past the point of no return.
Cam stilled and arched his spine as his climax washed over him, his breaths leaving his throat in harsh grunts, the pleasure so intense it was almost pain. He pinned Gabe’s hips to the bed and pumped violently into him, filling his insides with his cum.
Gabe cried out and raked Cam’s back with his nails as his own orgasm finally struck, his body convulsing violently beneath Cam, corded neck tensing as he bowed his head back.
Cam leaned down and bit Gabe’s exposed throat, a savage feeling of possession sweeping over him as he continued thrusting and pulsing deep inside the man he had claimed as his own, drowning his hungry passage with his seed. Cam didn’t stop until Gabe’s hole finally relaxed and he collapsed on the bed, his entire body shivering with pleasure, his labored breathing and soft moans sweet music to Cam’s ears.
Cam moved Gabe’s legs back down on the bed, twined their hands together on the pillow on either side of Gabe’s head, and lowered his trembling frame onto Gabe’s, his face finding the crook of his lover’s neck.
They lay like that for a long time, their sweat-slicked skin kissing intimately, their thundering hearts vibrating against the other, their bodies still connected.
A shudder ran through Gabe a moment later.
“Wow,” he breathed.
Cam looked up and kissed the dark locks plastered to Gabe’s forehead. “You okay?”
Gabe blinked dazedly.
“I don’t think I can move.”
Cam chuckled.
They both groaned when the action shifted Cam’s cock inside Gabe’s body. Cam grunted and carefully slipped out.
“Oh.” Gabe bit his lip and blushed.
Cam looked between Gabe’s thighs. His cock twitched when he saw his sticky cum pooling out of Gabe’s twitching hole. Filled with wonder, he reached down and stroked a thumb across the flushed folds.
Gabe moaned and squirmed beneath him.
Cam stared from the wet, warm pad of his finger to Gabe’s glowing face. His pulse sped up at the raw, possessive feeling that swept over him once more as he gazed into Gabe’s dazzling eyes.
Cam wanted it again. Wanted to take Gabe, to claim him, to own him, to mark him, to flood his insides with his seed once more.
“Let’s clean you up,”
Cam said fervently. He dropped a hot kiss on Gabe’s lips, rose to his knees, and pulled him up to a sitting position.
Gabe stared when Cam climbed off the bed. His ears grew bright red as he studied Cam’s swelling arousal.
“Um, that’s fine, but why do you look like you’re raring to go again?”
Cam shrugged. “What can I say? You have that effect on me.”
Gabe sighed.
“Seriously though, I really don’t think I can move.”
Cam grinned. He hooked his arms under Gabe’s shoulders and knees and ignored his lover’s shocked gasp as he lifted him off the bed.
“For better, for worse, right?” Cam said thickly.
Gabe inhaled sharply at the fragment of the wedding vow, his ice-blue eyes turning cobalt as Cam turned and headed for the ensuite bathroom. He wrapped his arms around Cam’s neck and kissed him.
Chapter 14
“I need some dick action.”
Gabe choked on his Scotch. Cam thumped his back as he coughed and spluttered.
“For fuck’s sake, Eveline,” Cam said, glaring at the beautiful blonde sitting on the barstool next to them.
Eveline Claude—AKA Madame Claude, their friend and the owner of Le Secret, the high-end escort service Joe Cavendish used to work for—gazed morosely into her cocktail. She downed the drink and slammed the glass on the mahogany counter, oblivious to the stares she was getting from the men around her.
She was the only woman in Saron, bar Michelle the singer.
“I mean it. My vajayjay is gonna dry up at this rate.”
“Oh God,” Ethan muttered. He dropped his forehead against a shelf full of bottles where he worked behind the bar and thumped it repeatedly for several seconds. “Kill me. Kill me now.”
Gabe smiled. He knew Ethan and Eveline got on like a house on fire and were as close as a brother and sister could be—which was a miracle, considering how long Ethan had harbored a misguided grudge against her concerning her relationship with Joe.
Eveline slid her body forward across the counter, her arms dangling limply over the worktop behind the bar. She eyed the man on the other side of her.
“Hey, Rhys, fancy a fuck?”
Rhys Damon cocked an elegant eyebrow and stirred his drink.
“No, thanks. My dick won’t get hard for you.”
Eveline sighed. “You’re right. I don’t think I could get wet for you either.”
Ethan groaned. “Jesus, Evie.”
Joe appeared beside the bartender. He paused when he saw Eveline, his hands stilling on a bottle of water. “What the hell is wrong with her?”
“She’s in heat,” Cam muttered.
Gabe swallowed a chuckle.
Joe stared at Eveline. “I thought things were going well with the sheikh.”
Eveline sniffed.
“The sheikh is an ass. I mean, literally. That guy loves having his hole played with. I’m all for strapping on a dildo and fucking someone, but the dude’s gay. He just refuses to admit it.”
“Some guys are just dicks like that,” Rhys muttered, lines marring his brow as he stared into his glass.
“I know, right?” Eveline murmured. Her expression brightened as she studied Rhys. “So, what’s up with you these days?”
Rhys narrowed his eyes at her. “You just want to hear the sordid details of my sex life, don’t you?”
Eveline grinned unashamedly. “The dirtier, the better.”
“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you,” Rhys drawled with a wry smile. “I’m afraid I’ve been having a bit of a dry spell, too.”
Gabe stirred at the bitter light that flashed in Rhys’s eyes. He didn’t know much about Rhys’s personal life apart from the fact that he and Wade Tucker seemed to be on the warpath right now. Although the two friends and partners were at odds most days, they hadn’t let the strain in their relationship affect their business, for which Gabe and his coworkers were grateful.
Eveline stared at Rhys.
“What?”
She straightened on the barstool and waved her hand vaguely at Rhys, from his blond head all the way down to his polished shoes.
“How? I mean, look at you. If I were a gay man, I would want a piece of your real estate.”
Rhys chuckled. “Thanks. I think.”
Gabe startled, not quite sure he’d heard Eveline right.
“You’re gay?” he asked Rhys in a stunned voice.
Gabe flushed at the battery of stares that came his way. It finally sank in why Rhys had been hanging around Saron so much these days. Gabe had assumed it was simply because he was friends with Joe.
“Wow, your gaydar is so bad,” Ethan muttered.
“His gaydar is broken,” Eveline stated flatly.
“He ain’t got no gaydar,” Akihito muttered as he strolled past them.
Rhys’s eyes twinkled as he observed Gabe. He slid off his barstool, walked around Eveline, and wedged himself between Gabe and Cam.
“So,” Rhys drawled, tilting Gabe’s chin with the tip of one finger, “now that you know the truth, fancy a tumble between the sheets, Mr. Anderson?” He smiled sexily and leaned toward Gabe. “I’m a natural bottom, but I can top, too,” he murmured in Gabe’s ear.
Heat flooded Gabe’s cheeks. He swallowed at Rhys’s teasing expression.
“No one is topping anybody,” Cam said silkily. He took Rhys’s hand and gently lowered it from Gabe’s face.
Rhys raised an eyebrow and glanced at the metal band on Cam’s ring finger.
“Oh, we’re Mr. Possessive now, are we?”
Cam smiled fiercely. “You’d better believe it. Gabe is mine.”
Gabe’s pulse skittered at the jealousy blazing in the gunmetal gaze he knew so well. Although ten days had passed since that fateful weekend when Cam confessed and proposed to him, Gabe was still walking on clouds, his chest filled to bursting with love. Their friends’ obvious delight after their initial stunned reactions at seeing the wedding bands on their hands had warmed Gabe’s heart further.
Gabe could hardly believe how deliriously happy he was and how thoroughly the man beside him fulfilled him. He had never felt so whole, so complete, so alive. He knew Cam thought the same from the number of times they had had sex since that day.
Gabe’s ears warmed as he recalled their passionate lovemaking the night before. Cam had filled Gabe’s insides with hot cum four times before he finally relented and pulled out of Gabe’s pleasantly aching hole.
“Besides,” Cam added, “I’ve had enough of seeing other men paw my property.”
Gabe twitched, a sliver of guilt stabbing through his chest.
Eveline perked up.
“Huh?” She glanced between Gabe’s flushed face and Cam’s slightly grim expression. “Who’s been manhandling this sweetie?”
Gabe glanced at Joe.
Eveline’s eyes widened.
“Noooo!” She covered her mouth with her hands and stared at Joe.
Joe slowly capped the bottle of water, sighed, and turned to the silent, green-eyed blond beside him. “Look, Ethan—”
“I’m sorry,” Gabe blurted, remorse filling him at Ethan’s expressionless face. “It was my fault. I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
Joe raked a hand through his hair. “He thought I was Cam. It was only a kiss—”
Ethan moved. He walked over to Cam, grabbed his tie, yanked him down across the counter, and kissed him hard.
The noise level in the club dropped. Michelle the singer stumbled over her words onstage.
Gabe opened and closed his mouth soundlessly as the wet smooching noise echoed along the counter, vacillating between shock and intense jealousy.
Ethan abruptly let go of Cam and narrowed his eyes at Joe.
“I think we’re even now.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Cam muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
The horror painted across Cam’s face caused Gabe’s anger to dissipate instantly. He swal
lowed the laughter suddenly threatening to erupt.
Joe glared at Ethan.
“Oh, yeah?”
Joe stormed toward Rhys, curled one hand around the back of the blond’s head, and pulled him in for a kiss.
Michelle dropped the mic. Gabe gaped. The noise level in the club rose to an uproar.
Joe released Rhys and eyed Ethan smugly.
“Now, we’re even.”
Rhys blinked, his blue eyes slightly glazed where he half-leaned across the counter. “Shit. I think I just got hard.”
Ethan scowled at Joe before twisting on his heels.
Gabe blinked when his friend’s stormy green gaze landed on him.
“Um, wait a minute—” Gabe mumbled.
It was as far as he got before Ethan grabbed his shoulders and planted a wet one on his lips. Cam swore.
Akihito stopped beside them and sighed.
“I know everyone’s pretty busy playing tonsil tennis right now, but I have something important to tell you. Madame Claude’s panties just self-combusted.”
Ethan lifted his mouth off Gabe’s. They all turned and stared at Eveline’s flushed face and parted lips.
“Wow, I think I can see smoke coming out of her vajayjay,” Rhys muttered.
Eveline grunted and stared between Joe and Cam.
“What?” Joe said.
“It’s your turn,” Eveline said hoarsely.
Joe and Cam glanced at each other.
“No fucking way,” Cam said.
“I love him like my brother but, no,” Joe stated flatly.
Eveline squirmed on the barstool.
“You assholes. I deserve a peep show after what you just put me through.”
Ethan let go of Gabe’s shoulders and sighed.
“Are you out of your sweet mind?”
“Come on.” Eveline stared from Joe to Ethan and Cam to Gabe. “You won’t even notice I’m here.”
“No,” Cam said stonily. He wrapped a possessive arm around Gabe’s shoulders and tugged him into his chest.
“Nuh-uh,” Joe muttered. He crossed over to Ethan, folded his arms around him from the back, and dropped his stubbled chin on Ethan’s blond locks. “No one gets to watch me and sweet cheeks here do the hot and dirty.”
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