Page 20 of Hiding Nessie
Cam nodded. ‘Good night.’
As he listened to Lachlan’s soft footfalls down the stairs, Cam knew he wasn’t going to sleep. He pulled himself over to the small square window and sat looking out of it over the loch, wishing he could see Lachlan’s path into the water. It was too dark to even spot ripples over the surface, which might have frozen over anyhow. The loch sat dark and silent like a giant hole in the landscape, surrounded by a sea of blue-tinted snow.
It was a strange inverse of the norm: from here the uneven tops of snow-covered trees made for an impression of waves rippling over the land in a breeze, while the flat expanse of Loch Ness seemed a barren island in the middle. Cold radiated from the window, and Cam hugged the duvet tighter around his shoulders.
Chapter Five
At some point Cam drifted off with his head against the wall. He woke up stiff and with a crick in his neck, surprised to see sunlight streaming through the window.It must be late.
But none of the usual café sounds filtered up through the floorboards. No clinking of crockery or muffled chatter.
Unease flared right alongside the unwelcome return of flickering heat under his ribcage. Cam padded across the room, throwing on a loose pair of jeans and a jumper before turning for the doorway.
In the living room, he was surprised to find Lachlan curled up on the couch, browsing through Cam’s notebook.
Lachlan glanced up guiltily. ‘Morning. Um. I hope you don’t mind. I thought I’d start here. Looking for anything useful.’ He waved the notebook weakly. His eyes had dark rings underneath. He must have come back in the small hours, Cam realised, and had sat up all this time reading.
‘It’s fine. You can read my notes whenever you want. Assuming you can read my handwriting,’ Cam joked, taking a seat next to Lachlan. ‘What time is it? Should the café be open now?’
‘We’re closed,’ Lachlan said absently, turning back to his open page.
Cam looked over his shoulder. He was on the section about fairy rings. ‘I don’t think you’ll find anything helpful in there, I’m afraid. It’s just random scraps of stuff I’ve taken from the Walker notes back home. No discoveries of my own or anything. Well, except the Cirein-cròin.’
‘You’ve written a lot about salt.’
Cam chuckled. ‘Yeah. Turns out it’s extremely important.’
Lachlan gave him a sideways glance. ‘You’ve not written anything about me?’
‘Of course not.’
‘Aren’t I a good enough discovery for your witchy ledgers?’ His voice was tired, but teasing. Cam leaned over and shut the notebook in his lap, while curling his other arm around Lachlan’s shoulders.
‘You said you wanted to keep a low profile. I respect that. But maybe after I’ve figured out how to remove your curse, I’ll write about it.’
‘We deal with yours first, remember. Don’t get distracted.’ Lachlan planted a kiss on his lips, then patted Cam’s cheek with a smile. ‘You should eat. And then fix your bike.’
Cam’s stomach grumbled in response, alerted to its emptiness. He rose from the couch and stretched, pleasantly cracking the tension out of his spine. ‘All right. Can I get you anything?’
He saw Lachlan’s eyes travel down the length of his body and linger on his waistband. ‘Maybe later,’ he said, with a bashful quirk to his smile.
Cam plucked the book from his hands and dropped it on the floor. Delighting in the surprise on Lachlan’s face, he replaced the book with himself, straddling Lachlan’s hips. ‘How about now?’ he suggested, running both hands up the front of Lachlan’s T-shirt.
‘This seems an awful lot like getting distracted.’
‘Good.’ Cam dropped away from him, sliding in between Lachlan’s knees. He pushed his thighs apart forcefully, provoking a stunned gasp from above. ‘I think some distraction would be good for both of us.’
He dragged his mouth over the shape of Lachlan’s hardening cock while creeping one hand up the left leg of his shorts. He found Lachlan’s balls and gave them a needy squeeze. Lachlan responded with a sharp groan and an involuntary thrust against Cam’s face. That settled it then.
Cam yanked off Lachlan’s shorts and scooped his cock straight into his mouth. Lachlan’s hand fastened on the back of his head, briefly pushing him down so hard he choked. ‘Fuck, sorry,’ Lachlan blurted, letting go.
Cam grabbed his hand and deliberately placed it back onto his head. He loved that he’d shocked Lachlan into losing his restraint, even for a second. Lachlan always seemed to have such a deepneedfor him, like he needed everything Cam could possibly give in order to fill a gaping void. Cam was convinced it was because he held himself back so much, afraid of his own strength. Cam longed to truly satisfy him, if only he could be persuaded to let go.
He did his best now, revelling in the feel of Lachlan’s cock hitting the back of his throat over and over again. Lachlan’s thighs trembled either side of him; the hand knotted in his hair simply holding on. Cam grabbed Lachlan’s arm and urged him to push down with it again. He was met with a desperate cry and Lachlan’s hips rutting up into his mouth.
Cam choked and then swallowed, taking his length even deeper. Felt the bulge of Lachlan’s pulsing cockhead stretch the top of his throat. He pulled away to suck in a deep breath, simultaneously moaning at the sense of a sudden vacuum now aching to be filled again. He gripped Lachlan’s hips with both hands and urged him to do it again—and again—and again.
Lachlan’s breathless gasps drove Cam to the edge just as much as his increasingly frenzied movements. He inelegantly yanked out his own dick, mouth still riding gloriously on Lachlan’s furiously thrusting cock, and jerked it frantically.
