No fresh bruises. No tears. That was a good sign.

Cam came over to the table, placing his hands on the back of one of the two chairs. “We’re good.”

“Glad to hear it. Hungry?”

“Depends,” Cam said, glancing around the small kitchen. “What’s bein’ offered?”

“Sit,” Gannon told him, then returned to the microwave, where he’d stashed the pizza to keep it warm for a few minutes. He returned, placing it in front of Cam. Back to the kitchen once more, he returned with the bowl of soup he’d prepared for himself.

Cam laughed, making Gannon chuckle.

“I think it’s safe to say I’ll be in charge of the grocery shopping,” Gannon told him, retrieving his spoon.

“Mmm. You’re gonna cook for me?”

“If I want to eat, I’m thinkin’ that might be my only choice.”

“We could always have burgers,” Cam said, his eyes dancing with amusement.

“True. Now eat.”

Twenty minutes later, they’d downed what little food they’d had and hand-washed the few dishes they’d used, leaving the kitchen just as Gannon had found it. Spotless, with even less food than before. Gannon was sure he’d be hungry in a little while, but for now, it would tide him over.

Considering what he was hungry for wasn’t food, anyway.

“Am I a screamer?” Cam blurted, his eyebrows downturned as he walked over to the couch that separated the kitchen area from the small living area.

Gannon choked on a laugh, watching to see if Cam was serious.

Cam didn’t appear at all amused by Gannon’s reaction, which only made Gannon laugh harder.

“Maybe we should find out,” Gannon suggested.

“So I’m not?” Cam confirmed.

Gannon grinned, crossing his ankles as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “Not yet, no.”

“Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” Cam asked, his dark blue eyes turning molten.

Gannon admired him as he leaned against the back of the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared back at Gannon. “How am I looking at you?”

“Like I’m dessert.”

“Mmm. Dessert. I like that idea.” Gannon moved toward him, loving the way Cam opened his arms when he approached.

Stepping closer, Gannon pressed his lips to Cam’s, lowering his voice. “I like that I can make you scream when you come.”

Cam watched him and Gannon waited to see what he’d do. The hard lines on Cam’s face softened, as did his smile. That only lasted a second before a delightfully mischievous sparkle ignited in the cobalt-blue orbs peering back at him. “How much do you like it?”

“A lot.”

Another twinkle in Cam’s eyes. “Care to show me?”

“How much I like it? Or how loud I can make you scream?” Gannon had an idea of his own, but he wanted to hear Cam’s version.

Cam didn’t disappoint, taking a step closer and erasing the space between them. “Both. Right here. Right now.”

“Is that a dare?” Gannon retorted.

“Depends,” Cam said.

“On?”

“On whether or not you’re feelin’ reckless.”

Reaching out and grabbing Cam’s hips, jerking him forward, Gannon stared deep into those beautiful eyes. “Now I’m feelin’ reckless.”

“Hopefully you intend to feel a whole helluva lot more than that.”

“Oh, I do. I definitely do.”

Gannon heard Cam’s sharp intake of breath, his eyes widening.

Now that things had been settled between him and Cam, as well as between Cam and Roan, Gannon couldn’t resist the temptation, the deep, driving need to touch Cam, to hold him, to feel the warmth of his body wrapped around him in every way possible.

And he didn’t care how they made that happen, as long as they did.

Luckily, Gannon didn’t have to wait long. Cam’s firm, soft lips came to rest over his, his warm breath fanning over Gannon’s mouth. It was sweet and reassuring, but after all the events of the day, Gannon suddenly didn’t want sweet and reassuring.

He needed to possess Cam, to claim him in the only way he knew how.

“Turn around,” Gannon ordered softly.

Yeah, he knew his tone was gruff, commanding, but Cam didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it looked as though Cam was just as excited about the turn of events as he was. With one last long look between them, Cam turned slowly so that he was facing the back of the couch.

Gannon moved behind him, the warmth of Cam’s body reassuring as Gannon leaned into him. Anticipation fizzed in his veins.

“You like when I take control?” Gannon asked, pressing his mouth to the back of Cam’s neck.

“You have no idea,” Cam sighed, leaning into him. “No fucking idea.”

Gannon nipped the sensitive skin there, inhaling Cam. He smelled like sunshine. Warm and intoxicating.

Cam didn’t put up a fight when Gannon arranged his body the way he wanted it, placing Cam’s hands on the back of the couch before pushing his shirt up and over his head. Cam tossed it aside, then returned his hands to their original position while Gannon pressed kisses along Cam’s muscled back, loving the way the smooth skin moved against his lips when Cam shifted.

The man was beautiful. All sleek lines. Powerful and so fucking sexy, and now Gannon couldn’t keep his hands off of him. Reaching around, Gannon untied the string that held Cam’s shorts up. As he continued to run his mouth over every delectable inch of Cam’s back, licking down his spine, he worked the shorts down Cam’s hips, allowing them to pool on the floor.

Cam stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side before resuming his position, this time spreading his legs wide.

Gannon took the opportunity presented to him, sliding his hand between Cam’s legs and cupping his balls, kneading them with his fingers as he leaned against Cam.

“Ah, fuck,” Cam hissed softly.

Teasing Cam was a pleasure Gannon would enjoy for years to come. Watching the muscles in his shoulders and back tense as Cam sucked in air, shifting his hips in an attempt to encourage Gannon to do as he wanted… So fucking beautiful.

Gannon managed to work the button on his jeans free while he stroked Cam’s smooth, rigid cock, enjoying the rumbling groans. In an effort to throw him off, Gannon released him, then turned and headed for the shower. “Join me, Cam.”

It wasn’t a request, and he caught Cam’s smirk as he released the couch and followed.

Several minutes later, once the water had heated and Gannon had stripped, they stood beneath the hot spray, their chests sliding together as their mouths fused. Gannon didn’t rush, instead allowing his tongue to linger, gliding over Cam’s lips, then inside his mouth while he used his hands to smooth over the hard muscles of Cam’s back and ass.

Taking a step back, he grabbed the soap, then proceeded to wash Cam from head to toe, leaving not an inch untouched. While he did, he watched Cam watch him. The way his eyes glowed as they tracked him, it sent a shiver racing down Gannon’s spine.

“My turn,” Cam said when Gannon finished, taking the sprayer from the wall and rinsing all the suds away.

Gannon traded places with Cam, humming his approval as Cam did the same thing to Gannon, gliding the soap over his chest, his stomach, then lower. Cam used his hands, stroking Gannon until he was so hard he hurt. Somehow Gannon managed to remain still until Cam was finished.

“Turn around,” Gannon ordered after Cam had rinsed the soap from his skin. “Hands on the wall.”

Cam didn’t hesitate, assuming the position. When he did, Gannon licked and kissed Cam’s back, down, down. When he reached the indent above Cam’s ass, Gannon dropped to his haunches, spread Cam’s butt cheeks, and used his tongue to tease and torment until Cam was begging for more.

Truth was, Gannon had intended to play with him for a while, but his cock was like a steel rod, aching and desperate to feel the warmth of Cam’s body. Getting to his feet, he snatched the lubricant from the porcelain shelf, squeezing a generous amount into his hand and coating his dick while inserting two fingers into Cam’s ass.