“That’s it,” he urged. “Beautiful.”

Cam’s eyes were glazed over, likely blinded by the lust that was coursing through him.

“Come for me, Cam. Let me see you let go.”

Cam’s groans intensified as he urgently pressed his hips forward and back, rocking himself.

A feral growl escaped and Gannon knew he was close. Reaching up, he twisted the barbells in Cam’s nipples, watching as the pleasure ignited on Cam’s face.

“Fuck… Ah… Fuck,” Cam roared, his body stilling, his cock pulsing against Gannon’s leg.

Cam dropped down, plastered against Gannon’s body. Unable to move, he held Cam close, brushing his lips over Cam’s jaw. “That was so fucking hot,” he whispered. “I could watch you do that a million times over.”

He felt Cam smile against his neck before he shifted. “I need a shower.”

Gannon wasn’t sure if that was an invitation, so at first he didn’t say anything. When Cam got to his feet, he waited to see what Cam would do, and to his disappointment, Cam didn’t reach for him, he simply moved across the room toward that opaque glass wall.

“Gannon?”

“Yeah?” he answered, staring up at the ceiling.

“Shower. Now.”

Smiling to himself, Gannon got to his feet.

He definitely didn’t need to be told twice.

Thirteen

Cam wasn’t sure how he’d managed to survive the night.

Sleeping with Gannon—

Wait, scratch that.

Technically, they hadn’t actually slept together. Not in the carnal sense, at least. They’d been in the same bed, beneath the same sheets, skin to skin. And yes, they’d both been naked.

But they hadn’t … slept together.

However, sleeping with Gannon—while not sleeping with him—was a hell of a lot harder than he’d thought it would be. Sure, it had been better than good simply to close his eyes and drift off with Gannon’s warm, reassuring presence beside him, curled up around him, those strong arms holding him. In fact, last night Cam had slept better than he had in years.

The sleeping had been the easy part.

After Cam had rubbed himself to orgasm on Gannon’s leg like a horny fucking teenager, then showered with the guy without taking things to the next level, he’d fallen asleep with the mother of all hard-ons. But it had been the right thing to do. As much as he wanted Gannon, he had no intention of pushing this too fast. And he was pretty sure Gannon understood that.

There were a lot of things they had to work out between them. Sure, the chemistry was there. However, that couldn’t be the only thing they based this on if they wanted it to work. They still had to contend with the hour drive between them, the fact that they both were married to their jobs, and then there was the actual differences between them—Cam liked water, Gannon did not. Gannon was a brainiac, Cam was not.

Although at this point, too fast … well, they had obviously defined it differently.

So, when his alarm had gone off and Gannon hadn’t so much as budged, Cam had left him asleep in his bed, loving the way he looked there.

And now that the sun was up and Cam was on his second cup of coffee, he was beginning to become somewhat coherent. He’d already had a brief conversation with Teague, who had come in early to take a group of feisty ladies out on one of the pontoons. They’d asked for Teague specifically. Not that it had been the first time a rowdy group of women had asked one or more of them to take them out. At least several times a year, they’d go through the motions of entertaining women, even harmlessly flirting. Cam merely found it highly amusing considering they could flirt with the best of them but had never so much as touched a woman.

Cam hadn’t, at least. Not once. Never even experimented. He’d known from an early age that he wasn’t the same as most of his friends. He’d always been attracted to the same sex. Always. He was fairly confident that Roan hadn’t. As for Dare, Cam wasn’t so sure. The guy was wild, crazy … experimental. He didn’t confirm or deny either way. And Teague … well, the kid claimed he hadn’t, nor did he have the inclination.

But that was all part of the job.

Cam was getting ready to sneak back to his office, hoping for at least an hour to decompress before the day kicked into high gear, when his cell phone chirped.

Glancing down at the text message, he smiled to himself.

For some reason, this bed’s not as comfortable as it was last night.

After grabbing his phone, he typed out a quick response: Really? It was fine when I woke up.

Less than a minute later, another text came in. Where are you?

Cam replied, In my office.

Hmm. Do you have a desk in there?

Confused, Cam typed, Yeah. Why?

Think I’ll fit under it?

Cam barked out a laugh at the same time he heard the ding of the alarm on the front door. He looked up to see Roan watching him, a strange look on his face.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothin’,” he lied, dropping his phone into his pocket.

Roan’s eyes scanned Cam’s face slowly, intently before he said, “If I’m not mistaken, you had company last night.”

Cam shrugged, not meeting Roan’s eyes. “So?”

“That company’s still here.”

Cam wasn’t sure where Roan was going with this, but he waited because he knew his friend would get around to it eventually.

Roan came to stand in front of him, and when Cam lifted his eyes, he realized Roan wasn’t happy. Not a hint of amusement reflected on his face, and Cam knew instantly that he was going to get lectured. He could already predict where this conversation would lead, so he held up a hand, halting Roan before he could get started.

“Please don’t.”

Roan’s dark eyebrow cocked. “Don’t what?”

“I don’t need a warning. It’s cool,” Cam said. “I’m not rushing.”

“No?” Roan nodded his head toward the parking lot, frowning.

“No,” Cam confirmed. “I know what I’m doing.”

It might not be the complete truth, but it wasn’t a lie. Cam was taking things slow. Mostly. But he understood where Roan was coming from. They’d been best friends since they were kids, and Roan had seen the harsh roller coaster ride Cam had been on for most of his life when it came to love. Not that this was love. He certainly wasn’t jumping the gun where that was concerned.

Like most people, he’d been hurt a few times, but in his defense, he had survived.

“Just be careful,” Roan finally said, his tone gentle, his eyes searching. “I don’t wanna see you get hurt.”

Cam nodded, not sure what to say. There was no guarantee that he would come out on the other side of this unscathed, even if he and Gannon continued to take things slow. Relatively speaking. But he couldn’t deny that he wanted to see where it went.

It looked as though Roan was gearing up to say something else, but thankfully, Gannon chose that moment to show up, strolling in the front door looking like sex on a stick, his eyes darting between Cam and Roan as they stood nearly face-to-face.

“I’m cool,” Cam reassured Roan. “No need to worry.”

Roan’s gaze slid to Gannon, then back before he nodded once and then went to check the wall for the waivers. The sound of rustling paper came from behind him. “What the fuck is this shit? Save the trees?”

Cam laughed, his eyes perusing Gannon as he continued to watch them.

“Did Dare do this?” Roan asked, waving the paper around.

Today obviously wasn’t going to be Roan’s day.

“What do you think?” Cam tilted his head toward his office. “Come on,” he told Gannon, “I’ll give you a tour.”

Taking his lukewarm coffee with him, he led the way to his office. The instant he stepped inside, Gannon closed the door behind them, relieved Cam of his coffee cup, and then pushed him up against the wall.