Just as he was about to step in, he saw a blur out of the corner of his eye. Expecting to be blindsided by someone else, Cam prepared for impact, but it never came.

The next thing he knew, Hudson’s big arms wrapped around Teague, yanking him off the redneck asshole, wrestling the smaller man back with ease. Teague tried to pull away, but Hudson held him in place.

“The fuck?” Teague hissed at Hudson.

Yeah. What he said.

In the thirteen months he’d known Hudson, never had he known him to get involved in anything like this. He kept his head down and his nose clean. Clearly, he’d had enough tonight.

Cam watched as Hudson stared off with Teague, his disapproval clear on his face.

Teague jerked away, spinning back to face the big guy, who was stumbling to his feet, but the guy wasn’t a threat anymore. His nose was busted, blood pouring down his chin.

“It’s time to go,” Cam told the three of them. “Don’t make me call the cops. Seriously.”

Hoping his buddies could be more reasonable, Cam kept his eye on them as they helped their friend to the truck.

To his surprise, the guys climbed in, revved the engine a couple of times, then tore out of the parking lot, immersing them in darkness as the headlights moved in the opposite direction. Cam watched the truck leave, praying like hell they didn’t come back.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” Teague snapped at Hudson.

Cam turned to watch as Hudson walked away, giving Teague his back. Lulu ran over to his side, trotting beside him faithfully.

Something was going on between Teague and Hudson, he just didn’t know what.

Not that he had plans to stick around tonight to find out, either. He was suddenly exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go up to his apartment and spend a little more quality time with Gannon.

“Does that happen often?” Gannon asked when he followed Cam up to his apartment a few minutes later. His head was still spinning from how quickly things had gotten out of control. And the way Cam had attempted to keep things calm… Gannon had found that hotter than hell.

That commanding tone, the take-no-shit attitude.

Yep, hot as fuck.

“Fortunately, no,” Cam said, punching in the code to unlock the door. “But it has happened before.”

“With Teague?”

“With all of us, but yeah, mainly Teague.”

Gannon had to admit, he’d been pretty damned impressed with how Cam had handled the situation. When the asshole had started dishing out hate comments, Gannon had been ready to punch the bastard himself. But it hadn’t been necessary.

Granted, if it hadn’t been for Teague launching himself at the guy, Gannon was pretty sure Cam would’ve taken a blow to the face. The thought of anyone putting their hands on Cam made him see red. It wasn’t that he didn’t think Cam could take care of himself, because it was clear he could, but that primal, possessive side of him made it impossible to accept.

As the adrenaline rush waned, Gannon followed Cam into the apartment, but he didn’t sit down. He needed to go home. As much as he wanted to spend another night in Cam’s bed, he knew they were taking a risk. If they weren’t careful, they would push this too fast, and the last thing Gannon wanted was to put Cam on the defensive any more than he already was.

He’d managed to deflect one potential disagreement earlier on the boat. He didn’t want to take a chance on another. It was obvious something had happened in Cam’s past to make him wary of relationships, but Gannon wasn’t ready to press him on the issue yet. They had all the time in the world.

“Beer?” Cam asked, turning to face him.

Gannon didn’t need to answer, because Cam clearly realized he was about to leave.

“I could’ve just walked you to your car,” Cam said, his tone lacking the casual confidence it usually had.

He was leaving because he wanted to give Cam some space, not because he wanted to. However, he didn’t figure telling Cam that would do much good.

“I’ve overstayed already,” Gannon said, moving toward Cam.

“Yeah. I’ve gotta work in the mornin’.” Cam was shutting him out already.

Gannon closed the gap between them, forcing Cam back until he was up against the wall. Cupping the back of Cam’s neck, he leveled him with his gaze. “It’s not that I want to go,” he said smoothly. “But I’m not gonna push this any faster than you want it to go. So I’ll spend the night alone in my bed thinking about you.”

There was a subtle vibration in Cam’s body. It was as though he had too much pent up energy. Checking to make sure he wasn’t imagining it, Gannon reached for Cam’s hand, linking their fingers together. Sure enough, Cam was shaking, a very subtle tremor.

“You okay?” he asked Cam.

“Fine.” Cam’s curt tone said otherwise.

Unable to resist, Gannon captured Cam’s mouth, allowing his tongue to slide past his lips. Just when he thought Cam would resist and force him away, Gannon felt Cam’s big hands on his back, pulling him closer as his tongue met his stroke for stroke.

Cam groaned into Gannon’s mouth, and the fire ignited, allowing them to pick up where they’d left off on the boat.

Releasing Cam’s mouth, Gannon slid his lips over Cam’s jaw, his neck, then lower. Letting go of his neck and his hand, Gannon slid his palms beneath Cam’s shirt, sliding against warm skin. God, he felt so fucking good.

Dropping to his knees, Gannon peered up at Cam, then pressed his mouth to Cam’s flat stomach, nipping the skin as he reached for the drawstring on Cam’s shorts.

“Gannon.” Cam’s fingers dug into Gannon’s hair, pulling roughly. “Can’t.”

“Can,” Gannon said, loosening Cam’s shorts before tugging them down.

“Fuck,” Cam groaned, his head falling back against the wall with a thud as Gannon slowly eased Cam’s shorts down his legs, freeing his cock.

Holy. Fuck.

Running his hands over the coarse hair on Cam’s legs, Gannon found himself eye level with Cam’s enormous erection. But it wasn’t simply the length and the girth that stunned him, it was the ring that pierced through the head — a Prince Albert piercing, he thought it was called — as well as the row of barbells that pierced the skin. Three, to be exact.

Pierced.

Just as he’d suspected, Cam’s dick was pierced—he’d thought he had seen the glint of metal in the shower, but at the time, he’d been trying to keep from pushing things too far.

His dick.

Was fucking pierced.

Not that he was hung up on that or anything.

Not that he should’ve been surprised, either. This was Cam. It was just that Gannon had never seen that before—only in pictures—but holy shit … it was hot.

Yanking his eyes away, he looked up in time to see Cam watching him intently, his hand palming Gannon’s head, gently urging him forward. Taking that as permission, Gannon leaned in and swiped his tongue over the engorged head, the metal ring, then down the shaft, over the ladder of piercings.

“Goddamn,” Cam groaned, his hand fisting in Gannon’s hair. “Suck me. I need to feel your mouth on me.”

Gannon laved Cam’s beautiful dick with his tongue, making sure to cover every inch before sucking the broad head into his mouth. His lips stretched wide. Cam’s dick was bigger than he’d expected, far more than Gannon could take in his mouth, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

The feel of the metal piercings against his lips and tongue was awkward at first, but Gannon quickly got used to it, bobbing his head up and down Cam’s smooth shaft, taking him as deep as he could, even teasing the metal bars, loving the way Cam groaned when he did.

Cam’s hands cupped Gannon’s face, one hand on his forehead, the other sliding down beneath his jaw to hold his face right where he wanted him as Cam’s hips began a slow thrust forward and back. Gannon allowed Cam to fuck his mouth, wanting to pleasure him any way that Cam would allow. And later, when Cam was ready, they’d kick things up a notch.