Rather than say anything, Cam leaned in and pressed his lips gently to Gannon’s, a deliciously sweet kiss that made the hair on the back of Gannon’s neck stand on end. But then, before things could get out of hand again, Cam took an immediate step to the side, slipping out from between Gannon and the rail as he headed toward the house.

Gannon pivoted around and continued to watch him until Cam turned the knob and opened the door, his blue eyes flashing as he peered back at Gannon over his shoulder.

“Show me how much you want this, Gannon,” Cam said, his voice rough.

“How do I do that?” he asked, remembering he’d said something similar to Cam earlier in the day.

“You’ll figure it out.” With that, Cam left him staring after him.

And as he watched through the window as Cam made his way to the front door, Gannon couldn’t wipe the stupid grin from his face.

An hour later, when he was falling into bed, his rock-hard dick in his hand, the smile was still there. And while he jerked himself off, images of Cam running through his head, the smile never wavered.

Not once.

Eleven

By the time Friday rolled around, Cam was exhausted. The marina had been slammed, far busier than even a couple of weekends before—Memorial Day weekend, officially their busiest of the year aside from possibly Labor Day.

“You seen Teague?” Dare asked as he passed through the front office.

“Not in a coupla hours. Why?” Cam tossed back what was left of the energy drink he’d retrieved from the small refrigerator in the break room.

“Need him to have Hudson take a look at one of the PCWs.”

Cam laughed at the new acronym Dare was insistent to use.

“You do know that it’s—”

“Oh, I know,” Dare grinned. “But I’ve gotta bust Roan’s balls somehow.”

True.

“Why do you need Teague? Why not ask Hudson yourself?” Cam inquired, watching Dare as he went to the computer, bending over to tap his fingers over the keyboard.

“Wasn’t there,” Dare responded without looking back.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Nope.” Dare’s matter-of-fact response was tossed out casually. “Got plans tonight. Wanted to get outta here.”

“Can I help with something?” Cam offered.

“Nah, man. I know you’re busy.”

Cam looked around the office, frowning. It was empty, everything closed up for the night. “Unless you know something I don’t know, I’m not busy.”

“It’s cool,” Dare said, fingers flying over the keyboard before he took one final stab, lifting his head and smiling back at Cam. “All done.”

The printer whirred to life, and Cam watched as Dare waited for the sheet of paper to slide out before placing it in one of the empty slots on the wall rack. Cam glanced up at it, then over to Dare, who was still grinning.

Save the trees, that was all it said.

“Yeah, I know, kinda defeats the purpose, but I got a coupla waivers signed electronically today. Let Roan figure that one out.”

Cam shook his head. Great. Now he’d have to deal with a pissy Roan in the morning when he was looking for the paperwork Dare clearly didn’t have.

“I’m out, man. But if you do see Teague, let him know there’s a PCW waitin’ for him.”

“PWC,” Cam corrected.

“Yep. Tell him?” Dare lifted an eyebrow.

“Will do.”

Dare was leaning against the door, staring back at Cam, when someone else walked up. Cam instantly recognized the tall, lean form that sauntered toward him.

Surprised by the newcomer, Dare jumped back, spinning to face Gannon.

“What’s up, man?” Dare asked coolly. “Keep hangin’ ’round this place and we might just put you to work.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Gannon said with a sexy grin.

“Later, man,” Dare hollered through the open door, offering a quick wave.

Cam rested his elbows on the counter and studied Gannon as he stepped into the marina office.

“You didn’t call,” he said, trying to keep a stern face. Cam knew the fact that Gannon hadn’t called him since they’d had dinner on Tuesday should’ve bothered him, but the truth was, he’d been so busy he wouldn’t have had much time to talk to Gannon, anyway.

“No, I didn’t.”

“What brings you down here?”

“Feeling a little reckless,” Gannon offered, his face serious.

Cam swallowed. The heat that churned between them stole his breath. There was no way Gannon could know that Reckless was the nickname the guys had given him.

“That right?”

Gannon nodded. “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.” Cam’s stomach chose that moment to rumble as though to remind him of that fact.

“Wanna grab some food?”

Cam pushed off the counter. “The restaurant’s still open, if you don’t mind burgers.”

“Sounds perfect.” Gannon stepped back when Cam moved out from behind the counter.

Their gazes held for a moment, but neither of them said a word. Nodding toward the door, Cam led the way. After locking up behind him, he headed down the pier to the small restaurant they’d opened a few years back. It saw quite a bit of business but, as Cam had told Gannon, didn’t serve much more than burgers and fries, the occasional hot dog.

“What’s up, Reckless?” Jeremy Saunders, the forty-something cook who worked at the restaurant greeted when they walked inside.

Cam tossed Gannon a look, noticing his wide eyes as he glanced from Jeremy to Cam, then back again. Nope, he hadn’t known.

“Hey, man,” Cam greeted. “You still got the grill on?”

“Yup,” Jeremy said with a wide smile that made his cheeks puff out. “What can I get you?”

“Couple of burgers and fries.”

“Comin’ right up,” Jeremy called as he disappeared into the back.

“Let’s sit outside,” Cam told Gannon, grabbing two bottles of water from the refrigerator before making his way to the outdoor deck that sat over the water.

“Reckless?” Gannon asked, studying him intently.

“That’s what I’ve been called, yeah.”

“So, back there…” Gannon’s gaze raked over Cam’s face before his smile lit up brighter than the midday sun.

“Thought you wanted to feel me up. Tripped me up a little, yeah,” Cam said. Dropping into one of the metal chairs, Cam propped his feet up on the rail and leaned back, watching the smooth water down below. “So, what brings you down here?”

“You,” Gannon said bluntly.

Cam glanced over at him, unable to keep from smiling. “I’m glad you came.”

Extremely glad, actually. Cam had thought about Gannon for the last few days, wondering when he’d get to see him again.

“Eager to serve up burgers and fries, were you?”

“Somethin’ like that,” Cam retorted. “Busy week?”

“Yeah.” Gannon sighed as he leaned back in the chair, mirroring Cam’s posture, only he crossed one ankle over the opposite knee.

“It’s been hell here, too.”

“You gotta get back to it in the morning, huh?” Gannon asked.

It sounded as though Gannon was fishing for something, but for the life of him, he didn’t know what it could be. Rather than try to figure it out, he craned his neck and looked at Gannon. “Spit it out, Gannon. What’s up?”

“Shit,” Gannon huffed. “I’m just tired.” He paused momentarily. “And I just wanted to see you.”

“Well, here I am,” Cam tossed back. “And last I checked, I didn’t have a curfew, so let’s make the most of it, shall we?”

Right before his eyes, Gannon seemed to relax a little. Then the door to the restaurant opened, and Jeremy sauntered out, carrying two red baskets, a handful of napkins, and a bottle of ketchup.

“Y’all need anything else?”

Cam looked at Gannon.

Gannon shook his head.

“We’re good,” Cam told Jeremy.

“I’m gonna shut it all down then.”

Cam nodded. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Yup.”

With that, Jeremy left them alone.

Cam didn’t mean to be a crappy host, but he was starving, so he dove into his food, watching Gannon as he did the same.