“Fuck,” Cam groaned, absorbing the impact as Gannon fucked him into oblivion.

“Gonna … come… Oh, fuck, Cam.” Gannon’s labored breaths sounded closer when he leaned over Cam, their faces nearly touching. “Come for me, Cam. Oh, God, baby. I…”

Cam wrapped his arms around Gannon, holding him close as he gave in to the rush, the soul-shattering orgasm that detonated inside him. He growled as his release took control of his body, locking his muscles as his dick jerked between them.

“Oh, yeah,” Gannon roared, slamming into Cam one last time, his cock pulsing deep inside him. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Cam’s thoughts exactly.

Thirty-One

“What are you doing out here?” Gannon asked as he joined Cam out on the back deck.

It was two o’clock in the morning.

“Just thinking,” Cam told him, peering back at Gannon over his shoulder.

“About?” Gannon took a seat in the chair beside Cam.

“You. Me. Us.”

That surprised Gannon, but he tried not to show it.

“I think I need to get back into counseling,” Cam said, his voice softer than before.

Gannon swallowed hard.

“I know that you have to travel, and the last thing I want is for that to come between us. It’s not fair to you.”

“Or you,” Gannon told him.

“True. And I was wondering…” Cam paused, looked over at him. “Would you consider going with me?”

“To counseling?”

Cam nodded.

“Of course.” He’d be honored to go with Cam.

“Good.”

Good? That was it? Gannon wasn’t sure what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all.

“What if they can’t fix me? What if I’m permanently fucked up?”

The fear in Cam’s voice told Gannon he was serious.

“We’ll get through it, Cam.” He wasn’t sure how, but Gannon was willing to do whatever it took.

“I really am sorry. You didn’t deserve what I did to you.”

“It’s over now,” Gannon said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees while he looked over at Cam. “One thing I’ve learned, you can’t live in the past. One day at a time. One breath at a time.”

“I love you, you know?” Cam smiled.

“I love you, too.”

“This won’t be easy.”

“Probably not,” Gannon agreed. “But it’ll be worth it.”

Cam nodded, then turned back to peer out at the trees.

“You hungry?” Gannon asked. They hadn’t bothered to eat after they’d gotten back to the house, choosing instead to spend their time in bed, then moving to the shower shortly thereafter.

“I’d cook, but your freezer’s empty,” Cam replied.

“I’m sure I can come up with something.” Getting to his feet, he stared down at Cam. “Give me a few minutes. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

Another nod from Cam and Gannon headed inside to cook.

Half an hour later, just as he was finishing the stir-fry he’d tossed together from the frozen chicken strips and the bag of frozen vegetables he’d had—which, according to Cam, had equated to nothing in the freezer—Cam came back inside to join him. They ate in comfortable silence, then cleaned up the kitchen together. Without a word, Cam took Gannon’s hand and led him back to the bedroom.

As though they’d done it a million times before, Cam crawled into bed, and Gannon climbed in after him, spooning against him.

Holding Cam, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest, hearing him breathe… It was truly the best feeling in the world.

Well, aside from making love to him.

But this was good, too. Different good.

And for the first time in a week, Gannon slept.

Cam opened his eyes to see the first rays of the sun slipping between the wood blinds in Gannon’s bedroom. Sleep hadn’t come quite as quickly as Cam had thought it would, although he’d been pleasantly exhausted, but only because he hadn’t wanted to close his eyes.

He didn’t know how long he’d stayed like that, but at some point, he must’ve fallen asleep, because now he was awake, the sun was coming up, and Gannon’s arms were still around him.

And just as it had been last night before he’d drifted off, his mind was spinning from everything that had happened since yesterday when he’d gone to the airport to pick Gannon up.

What it all meant.

Cam was overwhelmed by so many things. There was so much Cam wanted to tell Gannon, but he didn’t even know how. Only because he didn’t think there were words that could describe the magnitude of what he felt for the man. Hell, it was crazy.

For the first time in his life, Cam was ready to introduce someone to his father.

It felt strange, complex even. As though he couldn’t contain everything he was feeling.

And today, moving forward felt different, too.

While he’d been sitting outside last night, Cam had actually thought about getting married.

Freaking married.

Never in his life had he considered that, but he’d gone so far as to imagine picking out a ring, getting down on one knee, and proposing to Gannon. Hell, he’d even thought about the wedding.

Yep, definitely crazy. That’s exactly what it was.

They’d been going slow this entire time, and suddenly Cam felt as though he was trying to fast-track things.

Did Gannon even want to get married? That was something Cam didn’t know about him.

“Mmm.”

Cam smiled when he felt Gannon’s breath on his shoulder, his erection pressing against his ass.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” Cam muttered, tightening his hold on Gannon’s arm, which was still tossed over Cam’s stomach.

“I blame you,” Gannon whispered, his voice rough from sleep. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Cam rolled to his back, turning his head so he could see Gannon.

Gannon’s hand slid lower, wrapping around Cam’s dick.

“Looks like you’re insatiable, too.”

Before Cam could answer, Gannon’s head disappeared beneath the blanket.

“Ah, fuck,” Cam hissed when Gannon’s smooth lips wrapped around the head of his dick. Not wanting to miss the show, Cam forced the blankets off, revealing Gannon, who was lying on his side facing Cam, knees up by Cam’s chest, propped up on one elbow as he sucked him.

Placing an arm over Gannon’s hip, Cam caressed the smooth skin there as Gannon slowly sucked him, their eyes locked together. It was so hot to watch him, to see how much he enjoyed doing that. Cam knew the feeling because he loved it just as much.

Which gave him an idea.

“Roll onto your back,” Cam instructed, turning onto his side.

When Gannon was on his back, Cam crawled over him, straddling Gannon’s head, while Cam’s mouth hovered above the heavy length of Gannon’s erection.

“Perfect position,” he said softly, fisting Gannon’s cock and guiding it into his mouth.

The sixty-nine position wasn’t an easy position. Sure, doing it was easy, but maintaining focus was far more difficult. With so much pleasure assaulting him, the heat of Gannon’s mouth working over his cock, Gannon’s fingers teasing his balls, Cam found it difficult to focus on returning the pleasure.

He tried.

He really, really did.

But it seemed that Gannon was hell-bent on driving Cam completely out of his mind. Minutes later, Cam was on his back once more, and this time Gannon was between his legs, bent over and sucking Cam for all he was worth.

Cam didn’t look away, sliding his fingers gently through Gannon’s hair, doing his best not to pull him closer, not to shove his dick as deep into Gannon’s mouth as it would go.

“Damn,” Cam mumbled. “You want me to come in your mouth?”

Gannon didn’t say a word, just met Cam’s gaze and sucked harder, faster, using his fist to stroke Cam right over the edge.

“I’m gonna come,” Cam warned. “Take all of me. Everything.”

Gannon didn’t stop, bobbing up and down, taking Cam as far as he could until Cam passed the breaking point, sputtering nonsense as he came, erupting into Gannon’s mouth, eyes still locked on him.