Текст книги "Reckless"

Автор книги: Nicole Edwards

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Twenty-Two

Two days later, Tuesday

Cam pulled up to Gannon’s house at seven o’clock on the dot, just as he’d been instructed to do. This time, he didn’t linger in his truck and he also brought a bottle of scotch with him. He made the trek up to the house only to find Gannon standing on the walkway near the porch waiting for him.

“Hi.”

God, he loved the sound of Gannon’s voice, the way those dark eyes lit up when he looked at him. “Hi back,” Cam said, leaning in and offering Gannon a quick peck on the lips.

Gannon nodded toward the driveway. “I see the truck’s over the separation anxiety.”

Cam chuckled as they stepped into the house. “Yeah. Looks that way.”

“Dinner’s ready, if you’re hungry.”

“Starving.”

He’d come straight from work after showering and changing clothes. He hadn’t wanted to be late, eager to see Gannon again. Now that he was there, he hoped the night went on forever, because he already didn’t want to leave.

Cam followed Gannon through the house and into the kitchen, feeling more at ease this time around than the first time he’d been there three weeks ago. Hard to believe it had only been three weeks. It felt like an eternity had passed since that first kiss they’d shared that day in Gannon’s kitchen.

Cam set the bottle of scotch on the counter. “Brought you something.”

Gannon scanned the bottle, then looked up quickly.

Cam offered a smile. “You said you liked it.”

“It’s…” Gannon leaned in, clasped the back of Cam’s neck, and pulled him forward, their mouths touching. “Thank you.”

Whether it was the light brush of Gannon’s mouth, the eagerness of his tone, or simply being there with him, Cam wasn’t sure. But he knew tonight was going to be the turning point for them. He wasn’t able to predict what was going to happen, but if things did escalate, he damn sure wasn’t going to be the one to put the brakes on.

“Sit,” Gannon said, nodding toward the table.

Cam sat.

“What is this?” he asked when Gannon brought a glass dish over and set it on the table.

Taking off the oven mitt and dropping it on the table, Gannon smiled. “Enchilada casserole. And no, it didn’t come from the freezer section.”

“I’m impressed.”

“You should be. I usually stick to Italian food, but I know you like Mexican.”

Cam watched while Gannon dished food onto his plate, then grabbed Cam’s and filled it. He disappeared into the kitchen once again, returning with two margarita glasses and a pitcher.

“Are you plannin’ to get me drunk?” Cam teased.

“Yes,” Gannon said, his frank tone making Cam laugh.

“What if I told you that wouldn’t be necessary?”

The heat that flamed in Gannon’s dark gaze made Cam squirm briefly. They’d be lucky to make it through dinner at this rate.

“Eat,” Gannon instructed, sitting down across from him.

Cam grabbed his fork, smiled at Gannon, then took a bite.

“How is it?”

Cam nodded. It was good. Really good. Rather than answer, he took another bite, which made Gannon laugh.

They managed to make their way through dinner with small talk. Gannon explained how they’d figured out the glitch in their recent game and they were pushing it back out to the beta testers. He seemed relaxed, which helped Cam to, as well.

It wasn’t that he was nervous…

Okay, maybe he was a little nervous.

Sure, he felt entirely at ease with Gannon at this point, but the sexual tension hung in the air around them, thick enough to suffocate. And they both seemed to be waiting for the moment that it did.

“Want more of this?” Gannon asked, holding up the pitcher of margaritas after they’d finished dinner and cleaned up.

“No. I’m good.” Truth was, he wanted to be stone-cold sober tonight. He knew what was coming as well as Gannon did, and he intended to remember every single second, every touch.

“Let’s go outside.” Gannon nodded toward the back door after he poured himself two fingers of scotch.

Cam led the way, shocked when he saw that there were kerosene lamps burning on the deck, giving it a soft, romantic glow.

“Why didn’t we eat out here?” he asked, turning to look at Gannon.

“Didn’t want to waste time bringing it out.” The sexy smirk on Gannon’s face told Cam they were on the same wavelength.

Gannon took Cam’s hand, pulling him down to another level of the deck, where an outdoor cushion the size of a queen bed lay. Two pillows had been tossed down there as well.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna jump you,” Gannon told him when Cam hesitated.

Smiling, Cam shook off the nerves and took a seat, lying back and resting his hands behind his head, staring up at the stars. “What if I’m worried that you’re not?”

Sitting down beside him, Gannon seemed to study his face briefly before looking away.

Cam knew exactly where this was headed, but he didn’t want to stop it, not even a little. It had been a little more than twenty-one painfully long days since they’d first met. And three weeks exactly since their first … date, since Cam had gone to bed with a hard-on to rival all, desperate and aching as he pushed back his desire for this man. And now, as they sat outside, beneath the stars, he was eager to take this to the next level, only he wasn’t sure Gannon was on the same page.

Sure, he knew Gannon wanted him. It was damn hard to ignore the steady hum of electricity that arced between them, the sparks that ignited whenever their eyes met. And though Cam had said he wanted to take things slow, he hadn’t exactly meant turtle speed.

“What’re you thinking about?” Gannon asked, his voice a throaty rumble.

“You,” Cam admitted.

“What about me?” The roughness of Gannon’s voice drew his attention up.

Cam tilted his head and met Gannon’s eyes.

Gannon was sitting up, reclining against the rough stone of the house, his arm resting on one upraised knee, his full attention focused on him. He’d seen that look before, seen the way Gannon studied him when he didn’t think Cam was watching. The intensity of it nearly stole his breath.

Going with the truth, Cam said, “About how fucking bad I want you.”

“Cam.”

Before he could say another word, Gannon set the tumbler of scotch on the ground beside them. Never breaking eye contact, Cam inhaled deeply when Gannon turned onto his side, lowering himself down to where Cam was. He could practically feel the heated caress of Gannon’s gaze as it roamed over his face, smelled the rich scent of the alcohol on Gannon’s breath. He knew what Gannon was looking for, some sort of encouragement, something to tell him that the time for waiting was now over.

He wanted to tell him, but he couldn’t find his voice.

Cam swallowed hard when Gannon cupped his face with one warm hand, turning his head slightly so their eyes met, held. The smooth pad of Gannon’s thumb brushed over his lower lip, and Cam instinctively opened his mouth, sliding his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. The rough rumble that resonated in Gannon’s chest spurred him on.

Reaching for him, Cam ran his hands over Gannon’s face, feeling the bristle of his jaw against his palms before moving higher to remove Gannon’s glasses, gently setting them on the deck behind him.

“God, Cam,” Gannon whispered harshly. “Do you know how much I want you?”

He could guess and the feeling was definitely mutual. But he didn’t say anything, didn’t urge Gannon to kiss him, because he was content simply to touch him.

His heart was pounding against his ribs, his body hardening from the lengthy stare and the smoothness of Gannon’s thumb against his tongue. When Gannon pulled his thumb from between Cam’s lips, Cam turned and ran his lips across Gannon’s hand, closing his eyes as he kissed the center of his palm.

A rush of heat whirled inside him combined with brilliant starbursts igniting behind his closed eyelids as Gannon’s mouth brushed his. The heat intensified when Gannon flattened himself down, resting atop Cam. Their bodies touched from knee to chest as Cam forced his eyes open to stare up at Gannon, willing him to see how eager he was, how much he wanted this.

When Gannon’s gaze dropped to Cam’s mouth, he couldn’t wait any longer. Sliding his hand behind Gannon’s neck, he slowly pulled him down, never looking away until Gannon’s mouth hovered just above his. Gannon was breathing hard, and the knowledge that Cam could get him this worked up with nothing more than a look had something in his chest erupting, a feeling so strong he was desperate to see what it would feel like once he got his hands on him.

“Tell me you want this,” Gannon whispered, his eyes closed.

“I want this,” Cam whispered back, his voice, rough from arousal, sounding strange to his own ears.

“Good,” Gannon said, closing the gap and nipping Cam’s lower lip. “’Cause I’ve waited a long damn time for this.”

“Gannon?” When Cam said his name, Gannon put a few scant inches between them, releasing his lip and staring down at him.

Gannon’s eyebrows quirked in question.

Squeezing the back of Gannon’s neck, Cam lifted his head. “Shut up and kiss me.”

“I can do that,” Gannon said, his dark gaze glittering with heat.

And then—finally—Gannon’s mouth was on his in a kiss so sweet Cam worried he’d disintegrate from the flash fire that erupted in his veins. Sliding his other hand down Gannon’s back, Cam kneaded his ass, pulling him in so that their lower bodies ground against one another.

Warm and soft, Gannon’s mouth melded with his. But beneath the gentle reverence, there was something powerful, something possessive in the way Gannon kissed him. It called to that place deep inside of him, the place he’d kept locked up for so long.

Gannon’s hand trailed down Cam’s arm, finding his fingers and linking them together before he did the same with his other hand, lifting Cam’s arms above his head, holding him in place while he devastated him with a kiss fueled with weeks’ worth of pent up passion.

“Cam,” Gannon groaned as his mouth trailed down Cam’s jaw, then his neck, his teeth nipping him gently as he went. “God, you smell good.”

Gannon’s lips trailed over the sensitive skin on the underside of Cam’s arms, sending a tremor racing through him. He wasn’t sure he’d survive the sensual assault, but he was damn sure going to try.

Helpless to do anything except succumb to the pleasure, Cam didn’t try to move when Gannon took both of Cam’s hands in one of his, then lifted the hem of his shirt, pushing it high up on his chest.

His back arched when Gannon’s lips trailed over his right pec, then to his nipple.

“Fuck,” he cried out, desperate for Gannon to ease the ache that was building inside him.

Gannon said nothing as he sucked one hardened point into his mouth, his tongue working the barbell that pierced him, teasing the sensitive tip with his tongue before raking it with his teeth. Cam was still groaning when Gannon attended to his other nipple, toying with the metal bar, pulling it gently as a blaze of heat shot straight to his dick.

He let out a disappointed grunt when Gannon lifted his head, meeting his gaze.

“Don’t move your hands,” Gannon instructed, releasing his wrists and grabbing his shirt, forcing it higher, then off completely.

When Gannon shifted positions, straddling one of Cam’s thighs, he bent his knee, grinding his leg against Gannon’s rigid erection, but Gannon wasn’t deterred, leaving Cam helpless against the onslaught of Gannon’s mouth sliding over his skin, teasing, tormenting, driving him fucking crazy with the need for more.

Blistering heat seared him, his body overwhelmed by sensation as Gannon did nothing more than run his lips, tongue, and teeth across Cam’s torso, his warm hands spanning Cam’s ribs as he held him there. A harsh grumble escaped Gannon, and he was back at Cam’s mouth, devouring him while he rode Cam’s knee, grinding against him. He was hot and hard and Cam wanted to feel him, skin to skin.

Unable to keep from touching him a second longer, Cam cupped Gannon’s face, keeping him close, as a brutal mating of lips and tongues ensued. Gannon’s hand trailed over Cam’s chest, but he never ventured lower, leaving Cam aching and hard.

“More,” Cam whispered against his mouth. “All of you.”

Gannon lifted his head, staring down at him. “Not sure you can handle all of me.”

The way he said the words … Cam knew they weren’t simply the nonchalant dare Gannon obviously wanted him to believe they were. Still clutching Gannon’s face, Cam met his eyes while they were both breathing hard, their mouths inches apart.

“All of you,” Cam repeated.

“You know what you’re asking for?” Gannon countered, an intensity in his gaze Cam had never seen before.

“Yeah,” he answered roughly. He definitely knew.

“Fuck,” Gannon muttered, slamming his mouth back to Cam’s as his hands slid beneath him, arms banding tightly around him, their bodies crushed together. The kiss went from inferno to apocalyptic in a matter of seconds, sending Cam spiraling out of control.

Without offering Gannon a warning, Cam quickly switched their positions, Gannon’s warm, willing body beneath him, mouths still fused together, tongues dueling for control.

This time, when he lifted his head and stared down into Gannon’s flushed face, Cam knew exactly what Gannon had meant. Cam wanted him, there was no denying that. And right here in this moment, he wanted every fucking thing the man could give him.

Everything.

Gannon felt as though he’d waited an eternity for this moment.

A lifetime.

No, ten lifetimes.

It would’ve been so easy to rip Cam’s clothes from his body and bury himself deep inside the man until neither of them knew what day of the week it was, but he didn’t want that.

Okay, yes, he wanted that. But not this time. The first time he took Cam, he wanted to savor every moment, to pleasure him in ways Cam had never experienced before. It had been a long damn time since Gannon had been with anyone, so it wasn’t nearly as easy as he wanted, but he knew it would be well worth the wait.

Pulling Cam’s mouth down to his, Gannon ground his dick against Cam’s, ratcheting his pulse up another notch from the friction alone. The weight of Cam above him was something he’d dreamed about, but the real thing was so much better.

Sliding his hands down Cam’s back, he felt the thick muscle ripple and flex beneath his touch. He wanted to kiss him there, to see if Cam had any erogenous zones in that particular spot. But right now, it appeared Cam thought he was the one in control, and Gannon wasn’t about to tell him otherwise. He loved the feel of him, strong, powerful, and melting for him.

When they broke for air, Gannon watched as Cam knelt over him, straddling his hips and then pushing Gannon’s T-shirt up. Eager to feel Cam’s mouth on him, Gannon worked his shirt off, tossing it to the ground beside them before reclining on the wide cushion once again.

They were both sweating, but he knew it had more to do with their attraction to one another than the oppressive Texas heat.

“Come here,” Gannon instructed, reaching for Cam, needing to feel him closer.

Cam came down atop him once more, their bare chests sliding together. A rough whimper escaped him as the blazing heat tore through his body, rocking him to his very core. Winding his arms behind Cam, he once again dug his fingers into the rock-hard muscle, kneading and exploring as he held him close, their mouths uniting once more.

Cam’s palm slid down his chest, squeezing his pec in his big, rough hand.

“Put your mouth on me, Cam.”

Cam met his gaze briefly, then his head lowered and his lips seared Gannon’s chest, licking, sucking, driving him higher and higher. That hot mouth trailed lower, straight down the center of Gannon’s stomach, his tongue darting into his navel, then sliding lower, dipping into the waistband of Gannon’s jeans.

A broken cry escaped him as his cock pulsed behind his zipper. He needed to feel Cam’s lips on his cock, needed to fuck that sweet mouth. The need was so great Gannon forced himself up to a sitting position, Cam moving with him. Though Cam was bigger, Gannon still managed to twist them until Cam was once again beneath him. Only this time, Gannon didn’t go down with him.

Getting to his feet, he jerked the button on his jeans open, then lowered the zipper while Cam stared up at him. With Cam’s help, Gannon got his jeans off, forcing his boxers down with them.

Their eyes met again as Cam sat eye level with Gannon’s dick, his tongue sliding out to stroke the sensitive tip. Gannon lovingly stroked the top of Cam’s head, the short strands soft against his palm while he took it all in. It seemed almost too good to be true. But they were really doing this.

When Cam parted his lips and sucked Gannon into the furnace of his mouth, the air escaped him in a rush.

“Cam,” he said on a ragged breath. “Suck me, Cam.”

Cupping Cam’s jaw, Gannon rolled his hips forward, controlling the pace as he fucked Cam’s lips, his breaths rushing in and out of his lungs. He was mesmerized by the sight, the yellow glow from the candles dancing over Cam’s golden skin, wonderstruck by the way Cam’s eyes stayed locked with his as Gannon maintained a slow, steady pace, heavenly warmth enveloping him.

Cam’s eyes dropped as his mouth opened wider, taking Gannon all the way to the root. Not-so-gentle fingers kneaded Gannon’s balls, and a streak of pleasure-pain shot through him. His head fell back as he fucked Cam’s mouth, faster now. Holy fuck. He could so easily come right then, could fill Cam’s mouth and watch him swallow everything he gave him, but he didn’t want to. Not yet.

Despite the overwhelming desire to continue basking in the raspy warmth of Cam’s tongue against his throbbing dick, Gannon found the willpower to pull back. Dropping to his knees, he forced Cam onto his back, then worked open the button on Cam’s shorts, watching Cam’s eyes as they glazed over when Gannon lowered the zipper and brushed the backs of his fingers over his thick shaft.

“Need to taste you,” he said as he helped Cam out of his shorts.

Cam helped, shoving his shorts and underwear down his hips, clearly as eager as Gannon was.

“Have I mentioned how much I love this?” Gannon whispered harshly as he licked the ring piercing the head of Cam’s dick. “And these?” He used his tongue to trace the silver bars that pierced Cam’s thick cock, lifting his eyes to meet Cam’s. “So fucking much.”

Cam’s smile was wicked, and Gannon could only imagine what was going through his mind.

Once Cam was naked, Gannon knelt between his spread thighs, admiring the beautiful cock before him. Thick and long, with a wide crest, Cam’s dick was as powerful as the rest of him. The engorged head rested against Cam’s stomach as Gannon stroked one finger down the length, trailing over the ladder of barbells.

Although he had a million questions for Cam regarding what compelled him to get pierced, Gannon was too preoccupied to ask them. He’d prefer to explore. With his tongue. Slowly. The first time he’d taken Cam in his mouth, Gannon had been eager to drive Cam out of his mind. This time, he wanted to enjoy him.

Lying between Cam’s muscular thighs, Gannon gripped Cam’s cock with his fist, sliding his tongue down the steely length, feeling the metal bars beneath the stretched skin. It was a strange sensation, but one that intrigued him. He briefly wondered what it would feel like with Cam buried deep in his ass.

A shudder tore through him.

Not that he would find out tonight, because Gannon had every intention of being lodged balls deep in Cam’s beautiful ass.

Cam’s hiss had Gannon meeting those dark blue eyes, enjoying the way they watched as Gannon took the bulbous head in his mouth, circling his tongue over the smooth skin, through the ring.

“Aww, hell,” Cam growled, his hand sliding into Gannon’s hair, tightening just enough to send a bolt of electricity firing down his spine. “Ahh, yeah. Just like that.”

With every murmur of encouragement, Gannon continued to blow Cam’s dick, caressing him with his tongue, sucking him into his mouth, forcing him to the back of his throat. He pleasured him for long minutes, kissing the backs of Cam’s thighs as he forced him to fold his legs back against his body. He trailed kisses down the pulsing shaft before licking Cam’s heavy sac, sucking his balls into his mouth with care, his intention to drive Cam to the point that he was begging for more.

He continued lower, palming Cam’s ass, forcing his hips upward, dragging his tongue across sensitive flesh, then spearing Cam’s ass with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck… Gannon…” Cam’s words were breathless, reflecting the pleasure Gannon was intent on giving him. Continuing to watch Cam’s face, Gannon tongue fucked him, rimming his asshole, while Cam gripped his cock, jerking roughly. He speared Cam with his tongue, ruthlessly fucking him until Cam was groaning, his hips rocking as he begged Gannon to continue.

Sucking Cam’s balls into his mouth once more, Gannon swiped his thumb across Cam’s ass, pressing against Cam’s puckered hole gently, applying just enough pressure to let Cam know what was coming but not giving him more than that.

“Gannon,” Cam groaned, his heavy-lidded eyes focused on him.

“Like that?” Gannon teased, running his tongue along the barbells once more.

“Need … more…”

“I know you do.” Gannon studied Cam’s face momentarily before slamming his mouth down over Cam’s cock, taking him all the way to the back of his throat and swallowing, allowing the muscles of his throat to work over the wide head, the ring scraping him as he did. He bobbed up and down, licking, sucking, enjoying the taste of Cam against his tongue.

Releasing him quickly, Gannon crawled up Cam’s body, his mouth trailing the intricate artwork that decorated his stomach and chest, stopping briefly to flick his tongue over one pierced nipple. When Cam’s muscular thighs clamped around his hips, Gannon continued up over his chest, then once again found Cam’s mouth as their sweat-slicked bodies writhed against one another.

Cam’s hands gripped the back of Gannon’s head, holding him to him as their tongues dueled. His shaft slid against Cam’s slick asshole, eager to find its way inside.

Blindly reaching out, Gannon managed to find his jeans. Searching, he found his wallet, yanking it from the pocket and sifting through until he fingered the condom and the small packet of lube he had there.

He’d been prepared for this moment, he wouldn’t lie.

“Fuck me,” Cam whispered against his mouth. “Gannon, I need to feel you inside me.”

“Getting there,” Gannon assured him, brushing his lips over Cam’s chin as he got to his knees once again.

As much as he wanted to prolong this until they were both delirious, Gannon knew he couldn’t take much more. He needed to be inside Cam now.

And he couldn’t wait any longer.