Текст книги "Reckless"

Автор книги: Nicole Edwards

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Nineteen

Cam rubbed his face, narrowing his eyes to look at his alarm clock.

Two twenty in the morning.

Who could possibly be calling him?

Grabbing his cell phone, he read the blurry information on the screen and swallowed hard.

Gannon.

For a moment, he considered not answering it, but his need to know that Gannon was all right won out, and he hit the talk button. “’Lo?”

“Cam?”

“Hmm?”

“Did I wake you?” There was a slight slurring to Gannon’s words.

“Yeah,” he told him, rolling onto his back.

“Sorry. I just needed to hear your voice.”

Cam squeezed his eyes shut. He had no clue what to say to that. Ever since he’d come back to his apartment after having beers with the guys down by the lake, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Gannon. Wondering what he was doing. Worrying that something had happened.

“Did I do something wrong?” Gannon asked, the concern in his tone making Cam’s chest ache.

“No,” he finally said, releasing the air from his lungs. “You haven’t.”

Silence greeted him, and they sat there like that for a few minutes until finally Gannon’s voice filled his ear.

“I miss you,” Gannon whispered.

Cam swallowed past that knot that was still blocking his airway. “I miss you, too.”

He knew he should’ve told Gannon about his reason for being so standoffish, but the truth was, he didn’t want to do it while Gannon was away on business. He didn’t want to think about how fucked up his world would be if Gannon didn’t come home.

He’d survived his mother dying in a hotel room, hundreds of miles away from home on a routine business trip. He didn’t know if he could survive it again.

And yes, he knew it was illogical. Lightning didn’t strike in the same place twice, or so the theory went, so surely Cam wouldn’t have to endure it more than once. But still. His rational brain didn’t hold a candle to the overpowering fear.

“Can I see you on Sunday?” Gannon asked. “Dinner at my place?”

Cam squeezed his eyes shut again, his chest feeling so full of emotion he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it. Somehow, he managed to force the words out, “I’d like that.”

“Okay,” Gannon said. “I’ll let you go.”

“’Kay,” Cam agreed.

“Cam…”

“Hmm?”

“I really do miss you.”

“Yeah. Me, too.” More than you know.

After hanging up, Cam rolled over onto his side and stared into the darkness.

Over and over, his mind continued to replay Gannon’s words, spoken in that smooth, sensual tone.

“He’s coming back,” he said aloud, trying to reassure himself, something he’d done numerous times throughout the day.

Well, that wasn’t completely true.

For a few hours that morning, Cam had tried to convince himself that this thing between him and Gannon was over. That he could walk away now that they were apart for a couple of days and he wouldn’t have to look back.

Only that was when he’d realized he was in deeper than he’d thought.

Much deeper.

Two weeks with Gannon had been like a lifetime. During that time, he’d felt so much for the man. Far more than he’d wanted to. But somehow, Gannon had broken right through Cam’s defenses, and here he was, anticipating the moment he would get to see him again.

Closing his eyes, Cam gave in to the mental exhaustion, but not before he whispered once more into the darkness, repeating the words that were now imprinted on his brain.

“He’s coming back.”

While Gannon lay in his hotel room, staring at the ceiling, he was glad he’d finally given in to Milly’s insistence that he try to call Cam again.

Hearing his voice… God, he’d never tire of hearing Cam’s voice.

It had soothed something inside him, made him feel whole once again.

Truth was, he’d been tempted to go to the airport, hop on the first flight back to Texas, and go straight to Cam’s to confront him. He still didn’t know what was bothering Cam, but he honestly believed it had something to do with him traveling.

Was he worried Gannon was going to cheat on him?

He could easily assure him that would never happen. Not only because he didn’t want anyone else but because that wasn’t the way he was programmed. Perhaps that was because Gannon had rarely allowed anyone to get close to him. After he’d been shunned by his own parents, it hadn’t been easy for him to get close to people. Other than Milly, Gannon hadn’t had any close friends through the years.

And maybe that was why he’d buried himself in work. He could keep his relationships impersonal.

But then Cam had walked right into his world.

Well, technically, it was the other way around, but from the moment Gannon had looked into those blue eyes … he’d been lost.

He would never cheat on Cam. Never.

Other than that, though, he couldn’t understand why Cam would try to push him away. They’d been doing well, or so he’d thought. Sure, he noticed that when things moved too fast, Cam started to back off a little, but Gannon understood that. Getting too close, too fast… That could easily blow up in their faces.

However, that didn’t explain why Gannon thought the two were related. Cam distancing himself for fear of getting too close, along with his obvious distaste for Gannon traveling.

Somehow they were connected. But for the life of him, he didn’t know how.

Worse than that ... Gannon was scared shitless to ask. Because he had his own fears.

It all boiled down to the fact that he was hooked on Cam already. Probably had been since the day he’d met him. Falling deeper and deeper with every passing second.

And it was killing him now, knowing that Cam was pushing him away.

Sure, Cam had every right to be cautious, but what Cam didn’t seem to realize was that Gannon had fears of his own.

His number one fear…

Gannon feared that Cam would abandon him.

And he’d have to live through hell all over again.

Twenty

Somehow, Cam had managed to make it through the weekend. Work had kept him busy all day Saturday, which had helped. When Gannon’s text had finally come in, letting him know that he’d made it home safe and sound, a boulder had been lifted from his chest.

If only things could go back to the way they’d been before Gannon had left for his trip. Unfortunately, Cam had fucked it up too much, and he knew he owed Gannon an explanation.

Which was why he was pacing his living room, counting down the minutes until he had to leave to go to Gannon’s.

A knock sounded at his door and he stopped suddenly. “Come in.”

Expecting to see Roan, Cam felt his heart miss a beat when the door opened and Gannon stuck his head in.

“Hey,” Gannon greeted.

“What are you doin’ here?” Cam asked, the words rushing out of him.

“I…” Gannon’s smile seemed fragile. “I wanted to see you.”

Cam nodded, processing those words. “But I was supposed to come to your house.”

“I know, but I was impatient.” Gannon held up a bag. “So I brought dinner to you.”

Snapping out of it, relieved to see Gannon, regardless of where they were, he erased the distance between them. Without hesitating, he cradled Gannon’s face in his hands and gently pressed his lips to Gannon’s. He didn’t try for more, content to feel the stubble along his jaw, his soft lips, his breath against his face.

Finally, after several seconds, he pulled back, keeping his eyes locked with Gannon’s. “What did you bring?”

Gannon held out the bag for Cam to take, then closed the door behind him. Opening it, he peered inside. Laughing, he looked up at Gannon.

“You said pizza is always good,” Gannon noted.

“I did. But this is frozen pizza.”

For the first time since he’d walked in, Gannon finally smiled, and Cam felt the tension in his chest break.

“Look under it,” Gannon instructed.

Moving the small box out of the way, he found a can of chicken noodle soup.

“You want me to make you dinner?” Cam inquired, grinning.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Gannon answered, stepping forward. “But if you don’t want to, that’s okay, because I stopped down at the restaurant. Jeremy’s making burgers and fries.”

Of course he was. Gannon was always thinking ahead. Something Cam found incredibly attractive.

“You wanna eat down there?” Cam asked.

Gannon shook his head. “Not really. But if you want to get drinks, I’ll run down there and grab the food.”

“I can do that.”

Gannon slipped out the door, and Cam headed for the refrigerator, his heart still racing. He still couldn’t believe Gannon was there, that he’d come to see him. Even though he had every right to be pissed at Cam for how Cam had acted, he was there.

Cam swallowed hard.

He shoved the frozen pizza into the freezer, then set the canned soup on the counter before retrieving two beers. He placed them on the coffee table, then went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous, but he was. Seeing Gannon … although it was a relief, there was still friction there.

Cam knew that the only way to move forward was to explain to Gannon why he’d reacted so irrationally. He’d never explained it to anyone before. Only his closest friends—Roan and Dare—knew what had happened. Reliving that day, it fucked up his head every time.

But Cam knew Gannon deserved the truth. He deserved to know that Cam couldn’t change who he was and he couldn’t promise he wouldn’t freak out in the future. The panic attacks made him do crazy things.

The only thing he could hope was that Gannon understood and that they could figure out a way to move forward.

One way or another.

A couple of hours later, after they’d had dinner and watched a sitcom on television, Cam had convinced Gannon to go back to the spot where they’d first gone skinny-dipping. Reluctantly, Gannon had agreed, but he’d been relieved when Cam promised they wouldn’t be swimming tonight.

Now, as they sat on the sandy shore, drinking beer and watching the lights in the distance, Gannon managed to relax.

“I need to tell you something,” Cam said softly, causing Gannon to look at him. He was sitting, knees up, wrists resting on his knees, beer bottle dangling from his fingers.

Okay, so Gannon had been relaxed. Now, not so much.

Rather than say anything, Gannon allowed Cam to continue.

“When you went to California…”

Gannon waited, his breath lodged in his chest. He had no idea where this was going or what Cam was going to say or ask, but he managed to keep his mouth shut, his throat working overtime as he swallowed past the dryness.

“I shouldn’t’ve freaked out and I shouldn’t’ve ignored you,” Cam admitted, and Gannon released the air from his lungs. “I told you my mother died.”

When Cam looked over at him, Gannon nodded, hoping to encourage him to keep talking.

“My mother worked for a local tech company. She traveled to other locations, training people. From what I remember, she was gone several times a month, sometimes a few days, sometimes a week or more at a time.”

Cam lifted his beer to his lips and Gannon tried not to stare at him.

Bringing the bottle back down by his legs, Cam continued, “When I was sixteen, she went down to Florida. Regular trip, supposed to be gone a couple of days.”

Gannon swallowed hard, fearing where this was going.

“She never came home.” Cam paused, took a few breaths. “A couple of the cops showed up at the house to let us know they’d found her body in a hotel room.”

“Brain aneurysm,” Gannon said softly, remembering Cam’s explanation of how she’d died.

Cam nodded, staring out at the water. “She died alone. And though they said it was probably quick, I still can’t imagine what it would’ve been like to be alone like that.”

So Cam’s fear wasn’t about Gannon cheating. It was about Gannon leaving and never coming back. Gannon could’ve explained to Cam that the traveling had nothing to do with it, that his mother had died of a brain aneurysm, that it had ruptured. It would’ve happened whether she was on a trip or at home. Either way, Cam would’ve lost his mother.

But he didn’t say that because it wouldn’t have helped.

Placing a hand on Cam’s shoulder, Gannon squeezed lightly. He knew there weren’t any words that could make it any easier, no matter how he tried to rationalize it. Even all these years later.

So, instead of offering empty platitudes or random explanations, Gannon decided to share his own secret. “A few weeks before my seventeenth birthday,” Gannon began, taking a sip of his beer and swallowing hard, “I remember sitting in my bedroom, talking on the phone with this guy I’d met at school. His name was Chad. I’d met him in my math class that year.

“We’d hung out after school a couple of times and had just started talking on the phone. Endless hours of conversation about everything and nothing. Thought I was in love with him. First boy I’d felt that way about and I knew I had to tell my parents. I wanted them to support me.”

Gannon didn’t look at Cam when he felt Cam’s eyes sliding over his face.

“Chad had warned me not to say anything, but Chad was a senior, and we’d been talking about prom. I wanted to go to prom with him so badly that was all I could think about. Not that it would’ve been a good idea either way. It wasn’t like either of us were out, but I wasn’t thinking about that. Here was this guy who was giving me all his attention, and I was soaking it up like a sponge.

“Anyway, when I got off the phone with Chad, I went to the kitchen, where I knew my father would be reading the paper and my mother would be going through the monthly bills. I’d been so hyped from that phone call I didn’t think twice about telling my parents why I was smiling when they asked.”

Gannon drained what was left of his beer.

“God, I remember my mother’s face. She was horrified. But my father… He went off the rails. I’d spent so much time thinking about that conversation, about telling my parents that I was gay. I guess I’d come up with my own ending to that story. A happy one, where they embraced me and told me that they were proud of me and that they loved me for who I was, no matter what.” Gannon grunted. “I’d been a dreamer, because that night, my worst fears were realized. They told me that I was an abomination, that I needed some help. My mother mentioned treatment, and my father harped on religion.

“I told them there wasn’t anything to fix, I wasn’t broken. But when I refused to go to the church so they could try and exorcise the demons, they told me to get out and never come back. So, I calmly went to my bedroom, pulled out my suitcase, packed as much of my shit as I could take with me, and I left. Walked two blocks over to my friend’s house and asked to sleep on his couch. Haven’t seen my parents, or my brother, since.”

In a sense, Gannon knew how Cam felt. He’d been abandoned by his parents, and though Cam’s mother hadn’t had the choice, from Cam’s perspective, she’d left him. Different but the same.

“It’s not easy for me to trust people,” Gannon told Cam. He needed him to understand that it wasn’t easy for him when Cam tried to push him away. “I’m not ashamed of who I am. From that day on, when I walked out of my parents’ house, I made a promise that I’d be true to myself. No hiding. Not from them and certainly not from myself. But I had learned a huge lesson. I’d learned that even though some people claimed to love you for you, sometimes the version of you they loved wasn’t real. It was merely the version they could live with. And it only took one revelation for them to turn their backs.”

Clearing his throat, Gannon broke out of his thoughts and glanced down at the ground. “I try not to give too much of myself, for fear I’ll be left to pick up the pieces again. Alone.”

Cam didn’t say anything, so Gannon stopped talking. He’d cut himself open and bled for this man at this point. If Cam couldn’t deal with Gannon as he was, he wasn’t sure there was anything else he could do to convince him. They’d taken things slow, and Gannon didn’t have a problem with that. He didn’t want to rush this. It was that important to him.

Cam was that important to him.

But he wasn’t going to be with someone who cared about the version of him they could live with. He needed to know that when things got tough, he could depend on Cam.

Because at this point, Gannon was fairly certain he was in love with the man.

Twenty-One

One week later

With another week behind him, another Saturday under his belt, Cam was looking forward to an afternoon out on the lake. Sundays were usually busy enough to keep all of them working, but this one was slower than normal, and Cam had convinced Dare to manage the few appointments they had for the afternoon so Cam could get Gannon out on the water again.

It’d been a long week, and they needed to do something fun, to take some time to relax and enjoy. Without all the stress of work, without the constant friction caused by Cam’s fears. Even though they’d talked it out, things had still been tense between them all week.

Ever since the night Gannon had called him from California, letting Cam know that he missed him, Cam had been thinking about him often. About whether they should move forward, see where this took them. Whether or not it was time for them to take things to the next level, because if they did go forward, that was inevitable—seriously, the sexual tension between them was like a dry twig folded in half, ready to break at any second. But mostly, Cam had been thinking how relieved he’d been to share one of his deepest fears with someone and not be judged. Knowing Gannon had been in California, Cam had nearly come undone. And it hadn’t been until Gannon had landed back in Texas a week ago that he’d released the breath he’d been holding for the two days Gannon had been gone.

Still, it was more than that. The fact that he’d been scared enough to run from Gannon meant he had feelings for him. This wasn’t casual anymore.

“What’s up, bro?”

Cam looked up to see Teague darting through the office.

“Where’re you off to?” Cam hollered.

“Gotta go see a man about a thing.”

Cam had no idea what that meant, nor did he bother to ask; instead, he pulled out the appointment book and scanned through the next week, his thoughts drifting back to Gannon.

It all came down to the fact that Cam missed him. More than he even cared to admit to himself, but more than he could deny. Although work had been hectic for both of them, they’d managed to spend several hours together over the course of the week since Gannon had gone to California. It had helped. Some. And when they couldn’t see each other, they’d talked on the phone late at night when Gannon got home, even texted throughout the day, but still, Thursday night had been the last time Cam had seen Gannon, and he was ready for more.

Because they both knew their relationship was escalating rapidly, they’d opted to keep playing it safe during the week, going to dinner out rather than eating in. Gannon had taken Cam to an Indian restaurant on Monday—apparently one of Gannon’s favorites—and Cam had been schooled on curries and spices. All in all, Cam hadn’t hated it. It wasn’t his favorite, either. Then, on Tuesday night, Cam had taken Gannon to Chuy’s, his favorite Mexican food restaurant in Austin. And on Friday night, they’d agreed to compromise with pizza again.

Although that night had been awkward. Milly and some wannabe rock star she was dating had met them at a popular downtown Austin restaurant that boasted live music as well as good food. The guy had come off as a narcissistic asshole, and Cam was fairly certain Milly had decided she’d had enough of him.

Still, Cam had had a good time because he’d been with Gannon.

The bing of the door notification system had Cam looking up from the appointment book he was reviewing for the following week. A smile split his face as soon as he saw Gannon, looking pretty damn edible in shorts and a navy blue T-shirt.

“Are those…” Cam laughed as he looked at Gannon’s feet.

“Flip-flops.” Gannon lifted his foot, showing them off. “Like ’em?”

Cam moved around the counter so he could get closer to Gannon. He kissed him on the mouth, still smiling. “I’m impressed.”

That adorable dimple in Gannon’s cheek winked back at him.

“I thought you might be. So, what’s the plan?”

“Jet skis.”

The horrified look that took the place of the smile that had been there previously made Cam laugh.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Cam told Gannon. “Come on.”

Taking Gannon’s hand, Cam led him through the marina office and out the back door, then down to the slip where they kept their personal watercraft. He’d convinced Dare to let Gannon borrow his since Cam’s was supercharged and likely too powerful for Gannon’s first time out.

After a quick lesson on what levers did what, and helping Gannon into a life jacket, Cam mounted his own jet ski while Gannon got into position on Dare’s. It was cute watching Gannon try to look calm when it was obvious his head was about to explode.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Cam assured him.

“Can I get that in writing?” Gannon retorted, his words terse.

Yep, he was definitely nervous.

For the first half hour, Cam took it slow with Gannon, helping him to learn how to navigate the wake, to speed up, slow down, make wide turns. He’d basically done the same for Gannon that he did for any of the clients who were new to the water sport. And because he liked the way Gannon watched him, Cam showed off a little.

But then, fueled by adrenaline, sunshine, and simply being close to Gannon, Cam could no longer contain the energy that throbbed in his veins. Telling Gannon that he’d be back, Cam opened the throttle and took off, soaring across the water, controlling the powerful machine between his thighs. Twice he encountered a couple of guys who wanted to race, but Cam shrugged them off. And when he returned to Gannon, finding him rocketing across the water on his own, he felt his spirits lift even more.

“Wanna race?” Cam challenged when Gannon made his way back around.

“Not a chance,” Gannon said with a strained laugh. “I’m doing my best not to fall in the damn water as it is.”

“Chicken,” Cam teased.

He saw the spark in Gannon’s eyes, a banked flame that flickered at the dare. Yeah, Gannon wasn’t as level-headed as he wanted everyone to believe.

Cam pointed to a buoy far off in the distance. “Down there and back.”

Gannon studied the distance, probably mentally calculating how long it would take to get there and back while Cam continued to tease him.

“Fine,” Gannon huffed.

Feeling that renewed spark deep in his gut, Cam pulled up next to Gannon. “Loser cooks dinner for the winner.”

“Deal.” Gannon flashed a smile. “I’m a damn good cook.”

Cam laughed, then counted down from three. He gave Gannon a slight head start, but once again, when Gannon was several yards in front of him, Cam opened the machine up and roared past the buoy and then back, leaving Gannon behind in his wake.

Slowing the machine, he coasted back to their starting point, smiling. This was what he’d been missing. A few hours out on the water, letting loose… It was just what he needed.

As he turned back around to watch Gannon, thinking about what Gannon would be making him for dinner and when, Cam’s heart stopped beating in his chest. There, probably twenty yards in front of him, was the jet ski Gannon had been sitting on only seconds before, bouncing around on the waves.

Without a rider.

With his heart in his throat, Cam took off, scanning the lake for Gannon. The roaring of his blood in his ears finally stopped when he saw Gannon clinging to the life jacket near the jet ski, hair plastered to his head, a frown on his handsome face.

“You okay?” Cam called out to him as he moved closer, looking Gannon over to ensure he wasn’t hurt.

“Do I look okay?” Gannon retorted, and the grumpy expression made Cam laugh.

As he sat there, preparing to help Gannon up onto his jet ski, Cam realized something: In the short span of nearly three weeks, he was pretty damn sure he’d fallen partially in love with Gannon.

And he didn’t think it would take a whole hell of a lot more to get him in all the way.

Gannon wasn’t sure how he’d let Cam talk him into this.

He hated the fucking water.

Granted, it hadn’t been too bad when he’d been on the jet ski. In fact, there for a few minutes, he’d even enjoyed himself, getting the hang of it when Cam had taken off.

Perhaps he’d been a little overly confident when he’d agreed to race Cam, but he hadn’t been able to tell the man no when he’d been smiling like that.

No, he hadn’t thought he would beat him, but he had expected to be able to keep up, at least. He’d realized right away that Cam had given him a head start, but still, when Cam had shot past him, Gannon had laughed, a giddy feeling racing through him. But the moment he was launched into the water after bouncing over a wave, he’d remembered once again that he still hated the water.

Now, as he kept himself afloat—thankful for the life jacket—while Cam eased his jet ski closer, he was preparing to retaliate.

“Give me your hand,” Cam hollered, reaching out to him.

Gannon clasped Cam’s wrist with one hand, then the other, but instead of allowing Cam to pull him closer to the jet ski, he yanked as hard as he could, pulling Cam into the water with him. They both went under once, but when Gannon’s head popped up again, he saw Cam glaring at him.

“Paybacks are a bitch,” Cam growled, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips.

He was trying to think of a snappy comeback when Cam surprised him, going under the water and grabbing Gannon’s foot.

“Shit!” Gannon held his breath when Cam pulled him under.

He tried not to panic as he kicked his feet, but he had nothing to worry about because the life jacket propelled him to the surface once again. When he came up, he sucked air into his lungs, looking around for Cam. He found him directly behind him, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hold on to me.” Cam instructed, chuckling as his arm banded around Gannon’s chest.

Gannon threw his arm around Cam’s neck, not because he feared drowning, more because he wanted to touch him. Holding on tightly, he slowed his breathing, trying to relax.

He wasn’t sure how or when it happened, but Cam had positioned them so that he was keeping them both above water, one hand on the jet ski, his other hand on Gannon’s hip while Gannon held fast to his neck.

“See how it feels?” Gannon taunted, staring into Cam’s eyes, only a few inches separating their mouths.

“See how what feels?” Cam taunted with a sexy smirk.

“Ahh,” Gannon groaned when Cam’s hand snaked between them, sliding into Gannon’s shorts and finding his dick. “Cam.”

Afraid to let go and sink, Gannon tightened his grip on Cam’s neck while Cam insistently jacked his dick, stroking firmly while they remained face-to-face out in the middle of the lake, the jet skis, still tethered to them, floating nearby.

“You like what I do to you, don’t you?” Cam asked, voice rough.

“Yes,” Gannon hissed, eyes locked with Cam’s. “God, yes.”

“You wanna come while I jack you off?” Cam asked, his voice a low, seductive rumble against Gannon’s ear.

“Yes.”

“Good. No. Uh-uh. Don’t close your eyes,” Cam commanded. “Look at me. I want you to watch me while I make you come.”

Gannon managed to relax his hold on Cam just enough to give Cam more room to work between them. He could hear the rumble of boats in the distance, knew there were people in the vicinity, possibly even some who could figure out what they were doing, but Gannon didn’t give a shit.

The only thing that mattered was Cam’s firm, strong hand on Gannon’s dick.

“Look at me,” Cam insisted, and Gannon realized he’d closed his eyes again, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure. While he continued to jack Gannon off, Cam kept up an endless rumble of dirty talk that had Gannon nearing the boiling point.

“I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you again,” Cam said. “I’ve dreamed about this. About making you come in my hand. Ever since that first night…”

Gannon kept his eyes locked on Cam’s face.

“Know what else I’ve dreamed about?” Cam asked.

Gannon shook his head, unable to speak because his body was coiling tighter and tighter.

Cam’s voice lowered. “I’ve dreamed about you fucking my ass. Just the way you said you would on the phone.”

Yeah, well…

“You wanna bury your dick in my ass, don’t you?”

Gannon nodded.

Cam’s grip tightened, his hand smoothly working Gannon’s cock beneath the water.

“Come for me, Gannon.”

The stroking continued, and Gannon fought the overwhelming urge, wanting to savor every sensation that flooded him until he couldn’t take much more.

“Fuck!” Gannon cried out, his dick pulsing as he came in a rush so violent he thought for a minute he would sink to the bottom of the lake, life jacket be damned.

“So fucking beautiful.” Cam leaned forward and kissed him, his lips skimming Gannon’s lightly.

Gannon continued to stare back at Cam in wonder. In such a short time, he found he was completely addicted to this man, desperate to spend every waking moment with him and then some. It was getting more and more difficult to hold back, to keep from claiming him the way he wanted to, the way Cam clearly wanted him to.

Then again, based on the heated glimmer in Cam’s eyes, Gannon wasn’t so sure that day was that far off anymore.