Gannon smiled. “Plans for more?”

“Tats, yes. Piercings, probably not. What about you?”

“Never walked on the wild side,” Gannon admitted.

Cam’s bicep flexed beneath his head, the movement forcing Gannon to turn toward him. He opened his eyes to find Cam looking at him. “I happen to think you’d look sexy as fuck with a tattoo.”

“Yeah?” Gannon wasn’t so sure about that, but he liked that Cam thought so. “Like what?”

Cam shrugged. “Something that reflects how strong you are.”

Gannon knew he wasn’t talking physically. “Who knows? Maybe some day.”

Cam’s lips brushed Gannon’s forehead and he fought the urge to sigh against him. He liked this, the easiness between them. It was a nice change of pace for Gannon.

But as much as he wanted to simply enjoy it, he knew himself. If he wasn’t careful, he’d start trying to map out the future, figure out where this was going and how they were going to get there. After all, he was a type A. He didn’t know how to live in the moment, was always wanting to try to control the outcome.

It was his nature, the way he was programmed.

And he only hoped he could keep it under wraps or he feared he’d lose the best damn thing that had ever happened to him.

“What’re you doin’ out here?”

Roan looked up to see Teague strolling toward him down the pier.

“Just chillin’,” Roan said. Although he was doing a hell of a lot more than that.

For the past hour, ever since Cam had darted out of the office like his ass was on fire, Roan had been thinking about where Cam was going, what he was doing. When he would be back.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Cam had gone to see Gannon. But despite knowing better, Roan couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the two of them. And not in a way that made him feel good, either.

“Mind if I sit?”

It wasn’t like Teague to ask permission for anything, but Roan grunted an affirmation anyway.

Roan passed over a beer.

“Thanks.”

“Somethin’ wrong?” Roan wasn’t sure Teague would open up to him, that was something Teague rarely did, but it seemed as though something was on his mind.

“You see that guy Hudson went out with?”

Ah. Well, that explained it.

Roan nodded, but neither of them said anything more. Yeah, he’d seen Hudson leave with the hot guy who’d stopped in to see him again today. Third time that week Roan had seen Hudson with that guy, in fact. No one seemed to know who he was.

“Cam go to Gannon’s?” Teague asked a few minutes later.

“Yep.” And this time, he doubted Cam would be back tonight. He knew Cam and Gannon had been seeing each other for about three weeks, which was a record for Cam. At least for the past few years. And though they appeared to be having a rocky go of things, Roan still hadn’t seen Cam quite as caught up with anyone the way he seemed to be with Gannon.

Roan fucking hated every second of it. Hated that he cared, hated that it bothered him. He was still battling these strange emotions, wondering why they’d crept up on him now. Sure, he’d had some crazy thoughts about Cam over the years, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he’d never said anything because he thought it would never matter. Cam hadn’t found a serious relationship, nor had Roan. That had been his hope.

Stupid as it was.

“How many beers you got over there?” Teague asked, pulling Roan back from his derailed thoughts.

“A few, why?”

“Think we’re gonna need more than a few.”

Roan nodded, understanding just what Teague was thinking. The best thing to do right now was to drown his thoughts with alcohol.

At least then it wouldn’t hurt as much. Maybe.

Twenty-Four

Releasing a contented sigh, Cam woke when a warm body flattened up against his back, strong fingers sliding up his chest, gliding over the steel bars in his nipples. He could see the light coming in the window from behind his eyelids, and he fought to keep his eyes closed, not wanting to get up just yet.

“Mornin’.” Gannon’s sleep-roughened voice caressed his ear while his fingers tweaked the barbells, sending bolts of electricity shooting from his nipples to his dick.

God, he loved when Gannon played with his nipples. It made the pain of getting them all those years ago so worth it.

“Mornin’,” Cam responded, pressing back against the insistent hard-on grinding against his ass. “You gonna put that thing to work? Or is it just plannin’ to wave hello?”

Gannon grumbled, a deep, raw sound that had the hairs on the back of Cam’s neck lifting from the sensuality of it all. The next thing he knew, he was on his stomach, a warm, heavy weight crushing him into the mattress.

Gannon nipped Cam’s earlobe. “You ready for me? Or you need me to play with you?”

Well, this was one hell of a way to wake up.

“Ready,” Cam grunted, smiling into the pillow. “So fucking ready.”

He’d been ready all damn night. After Gannon had driven him out of his fucking mind on the back deck, he’d been counting down the seconds for the next time. They’d both been too tired to have another go at it, having fallen asleep outside for a couple of hours. Gannon had finally convinced him to come inside, and after they had cleaned up, they’d crashed as soon as they’d hit Gannon’s pillows.

But now … Cam was wide awake. Every single part of him.

Gannon’s weight disappeared briefly, but before the disappointment could set in, he was straddling Cam’s thighs, squirting lube along his crack, then urging his dick against Cam’s asshole. After sliding his cock through the slickness several times, Gannon pressed forward, slipping in deep, drawing a breathless moan from Cam. And then his weight was back.

“You feel so good,” Gannon mumbled, his lips sliding along Cam’s neck. “So hot, so fucking tight.”

In the position he was in, trapped beneath Gannon, Cam couldn’t get the momentum he needed to increase the friction he craved, but he soon learned that was Gannon’s plan when he attempted to thrust back against him.

“Still,” Gannon barked softly. “Need this right now.”

Cam didn’t argue; he merely gripped Gannon’s thighs with his hands, holding on while Gannon rocked into him, tormenting him with just enough pressure to make him desperate for more. Gannon’s weight shifted, his hand firmly planted in the center of Cam’s back as he rolled his hips forward.

The forcefulness of it all was so fucking erotic. Though last night had given him an idea of how giving Gannon was, Cam found it arousing that the man would take what he wanted, as well.

“I could get used to this,” Gannon whispered, leaning forward again, his tongue trailing over Cam’s shoulder. “Waking up, burying my dick in your ass.”

Cam could get used to it, too, but he didn’t say as much, enjoying the gentle glide of Gannon’s dick in his ass, the tingles Gannon’s mouth left on his skin.

Long minutes passed as Gannon ratcheted up Cam’s need by trailing his teeth over his shoulders and neck, his thick dick thrusting inside him, slow and deep, filling him completely. Cam’s cock was rock hard and trapped between him and the mattress, but even that friction wasn’t enough.

“I’ve been watching you sleep.” Gannon’s warm breath fanned Cam’s cheek. “Stroking my cock and waiting for you to wake up.”

“I’m awake now,” Cam grunted, needing to move, needing more friction in his ass.

“I can see that,” Gannon said with a chuckle. “On your knees.”

Cam didn’t waste a second, shifting to his knees when Gannon gripped his hips and jerked his ass back. The position allowed Gannon to go deeper, hitting that spot that made flashes of light dance behind Cam’s closed eyelids.

“Love your ass,” Gannon growled, pressing down against Cam’s back, forcing his chest flat, his face once again crushed against the pillow, ass up. “So fucking tight.”