Cam grunted, pushing his hips back against the intruding fingers. Placing a hand on the center of Cam’s back, Gannon forced him forward, the new position giving him better access.

“You ready for me?” Gannon asked, sliding his dick through the crack of Cam’s ass.

“Always,” Cam groaned.

“Good. ’Cause you better hold on.”

Gannon teased a little more, forcing the head of his dick into Cam’s ass and retreating. He worked him open that way until neither of them could stand the sensual torture any longer.

Moving closer, Gannon gripped Cam’s shoulders, then slammed his hips forward, impaling Cam.

“Ah, fuck,” Cam groaned, one hand slipping on the tiled wall but then returning instantly. “Fuck me, Gannon. Ah, God, yes. Fuck me hard.”

Gannon rocked his hips forward, back, forward, back. His dick tunneling into Cam, slow and deep, then faster until he was fucking him harder and harder. Their combined groans echoed in the small space as Gannon found a rhythm that stole his breath and made Cam beg louder.

“More?” Gannon asked, the word coming out in a rush.

“Fuck yes.” Cam shifted, placing his right foot on the edge of the tub.

“Oh, yeah,” Gannon growled, sinking in as deep as he could go.

Blinded by pleasure and an intense need to claim Cam in the most primal way possible, Gannon continued to fuck him, possessing him until his thighs burned from exertion and his cock was throbbing with the need for release.

Keeping one hand on Cam’s shoulder, Gannon reached around and gripped Cam’s cock, jerking roughly as he drove his hips forward and back.

A rough growl escaped Cam. “Gonna make me come,” Cam said through clenched teeth.

“That’s the idea,” Gannon panted. “And when you do, I want to hear you say my name.”

“Ah, fuck,” Cam groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders. “Ah, damn. It’s too good.”

That it was. Being buried inside Cam, possessing him like this was the most incredible feeling in the world.

“Gannon!” Cam yelled as he gripped Gannon’s hand over his cock, forcing his grip tighter.

Gannon continued to fuck him and allowed Cam to guide his hand along Cam’s thick shaft. He was hanging on by a thread when, finally, Cam yelled his name again.

“That’s it, baby,” Gannon urged. “Come for me.”

And when Cam’s body tensed, Gannon let go.

Thirty-Seven

The following morning, after spending the night curled up against Gannon, Cam headed down to the marina office to open up, leaving Gannon asleep in his bed. After making a pot of coffee and checking the appointment book, Cam grabbed his cell phone.

He wanted to get the call out of the way before anything could disrupt the plans he had.

“Mornin’, Pop,” he greeted his father when Michael answered. “Did I wake you?”

“Nope. Just sittin’ here watchin’ TV. Everything okay?”

It was better than okay, but Cam didn’t tell his father that. Instead, he hummed an affirmation and followed with, “You doin’ anything today?”

“No, why? Need some help?”

“Not exactly,” Cam told him. “I was wonderin’ if I could stop by for lunch.”

“Yeah,” Michael answered. “I didn’t have nothin’ planned, ’cept maybe to work on the car today.”

Cam took a deep breath. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

His revelation was met with silence and Cam’s gut tightened.

“Well, then I’ll plan to have somethin’ made for lunch. Look forward to seein’ you both.” There was a smile in his father’s voice, and Cam released the breath he’d been holding.

“Perfect,” he said, hoping his father didn’t notice the relief in his tone. “Need me to bring anything?”

“Nope. Looks like you’ve already got that part covered.”

Cam smiled. “See you at eleven?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

With that, Cam disconnected the call, stared down at his phone, and smiled. He’d never brought a guy home to meet his father. Sure, he’d told his dad about a few of the guys he’d dated, but never had he felt the urge to introduce them. He’d always considered that to be a step for something that was long-term, with a future potential. He’d never had that.

Until Gannon.

And this … this was the final step.

Funny how he and Gannon had met six weeks ago, and now, after attempting to take things slow, Cam was ready to plow forward at full speed. Truth was, he wanted to spend his time with Gannon, to see him all the time, to spend every night with Gannon.

And the three hours that he had to wait until lunch… Those would probably be the longest three hours of his life.

“Dude, you got laid last night.”

Cam jerked his head up to see Dare standing in the office, and only then did the damn alarm on the door sound. Worthless piece of shit. It was supposed to alert them when people were coming in, not when they were already there.

“Whatever,” Cam muttered.

“That’s one helluva smile on your face,” Dare teased, tipping his Monster Energy drink to his lips. “Only sex can make a man smile like that.”

Sex and love, yes. Not that Cam was going to say as much, because he’d been teased enough by Dare already. No reason to give him more fuel for the fire.

“Speaking of,” Dare said, looking around. “Where is lover boy?”

“Sleeping.” Cam rested his elbows on the counter. “Would you mind watching things for a couple of hours today? I’m gonna have lunch with my dad.”

“Sure. You takin’ the boyfriend this time?” Dare leaned against the counter, studying Cam briefly.

“Yeah,” he admitted, unable to hide the smile. Boyfriend. He liked the sound of that.

Dare nodded his head as though considering something. “Yep, I was right. I knew there was a wedding in the future, and it damn sure ain’t gonna be mine.”

Cam glared at his friend, but again, the smile broke free. There would be a wedding, Cam had no doubt about that. When, Cam didn’t know yet. But he was okay with that.

“You seen Roan this mornin’?” Cam asked, standing straight once more.

“No,” Dare said, glancing out at the parking lot. “I was gonna ask you the same thing. The Tahoe is gone.”

Cam looked out the window. Sure enough, Roan’s Tahoe wasn’t parked in the lot.

“Maybe he went to check on Cassie,” Cam said, continuing to look at the empty parking space.

Last night, when he’d talked to Roan, he’d seemed fine. Surely his absence didn’t have anything to do with Cam or the discussion they’d had. Not that he wanted there to be a problem with Roan’s sister, but it would be an explanation, at least.

“Well, if you hear from him, let me know,” Dare said, tossing back the rest of his drink and crumpling the can in his hand.

“Will do. And I’ll be out of here before eleven.”

“I’ll make sure I’m around,” Dare said with a smile.

When Cam had woken him up to let him know that they had plans to have lunch with Cam’s dad, Gannon had been both excited and nervous. He liked the idea of meeting Cam’s father. It made this thing between him and Cam seem all the more real.

Strange.

Gannon had never met anyone’s parents before. He’d never been in a relationship for long enough that they’d made it to that step. And he didn’t have any parents to introduce anyone to, so he honestly wasn’t sure what to expect.

They arrived at Cam’s father’s house a little after eleven, and as they were walking to the door, Gannon felt his stomach plummet to his feet. He was pretty damn sure he’d never been this nervous in his life. Not even when a new game released and he waited to hear what the world thought.

As they made their way up the stairs, Gannon noticed Cam glancing sideways at him, grinning from ear to ear.

“Are you making fun of me?” Gannon whispered.

“Maybe a little.”

“Figures.”

Cam rapped his knuckles on the wood door twice before opening it and stepping inside. They were greeted by a darkened living room with a small lamp in the corner. The curtains were closed, and on the huge television, a baseball game was playing. At least Gannon knew where Cam had gotten his love for the game.