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Clutching Cameron’s wrist and fisting his silky locks, Asher dropped his head back against the sofa, his body going rigid as he pumped his release into the man’s warm mouth. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, but Cameron never faltered, sucking and licking until he’d wrung the last drop from him.
Fuck, he’d never come so hard, and he knew it had everything to do with the man kneeling before him. Even though it wasn’t exactly how he’d planned for the night to go, he couldn’t complain, not when he felt so relaxed, so utterly sated.
Slowly, Cameron ceased his ministrations and lifted his head, a contended smile on his swollen lips. “Good?”
Forcing his limbs to work, he pulled Cameron up from the floor and stripped him of his jeans and boxers before encouraging him to straddle his lap. “Perfect.”
Gripping the back of Cameron’s neck, he pulled him close for a deep, probing kiss, groaning when he tasted himself on Cameron’s tongue. At first, he seemed unsure what to do with his hand, but eventually, he rested them on Asher’s shoulders, the touch light with only the barest hint of pressure.
Asher understood what he was doing. He appreciated, but he also didn’t need it. Taking the kiss deeper, he fisted Cameron’s hard length and gave a long stroke.
“God, you feel good,” Cameron muttered against his lips.
A few more quick thrusts into Asher’s fist was all it took. Resting his forehead against Asher’s, he panted and moaned as he came all over Asher’s stomach and chest. With a final grunt, followed by a long, contented sigh, Cameron fell against him limply.
“Give me a minute,” he mumbled. “Then, we can shower.”
Even with all of Cameron’s weight on top of him, Asher didn’t feel trapped. He felt oddly peaceful. Winding his arms around the man in his lap, he held him close and kissed his temple as something inside of him shifted and settled, opening a space that was immediately filled with Cameron Stone.
“Take all the time you need, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Are you sure youstill want to have your Halloween party next weekend?” Cameron asked as they pulled into an empty parking space behind the Grasshopper Junction Café.
Waking up to Asher’s warm, powerful body spooned around him had been the best feeling in the world. Jerking each off in the shower had come in a close second. Given his way, he’d still be in bed, naked, and doing something a lot more fun than sleeping.
In fact, that was exactly where he’d be if his mother hadn’t called to make sure they were meeting her and his father for breakfast.
“Why would I cancel the party?” Opening the door, Asher unfolded himself from the driver’s seat and twisted to stretch his back.
Cameron bit his lip as he exited the vehicle. He didn’t want to sound paranoid, but he worried about Kyle arriving unnoticed, especially with everyone in costumes. “Never mind.”
Meeting him at the front of the vehicle, Asher grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him close, bending to rub their mouths together in a chaste kiss. “There will be plenty of security, and no one gets in without aninvitation. Everything will be okay.” He took his mouth again, this time in a heated, lingering way. “I promise.”
Cameron was inclined to accept anything Asher said when he kissed him like that. “Asher, back off.”
His eyes rounded, but he dropped his hand and nodded as he took a measured step back.
Breathing in deeply through his nose, Cameron held it for a heartbeat, then released it through his mouth. He was already half-hard, and all Asher had done was kiss him. Not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his parents, he closed his eyes and repeated the breathing exercise a couple of times.
Once he felt more in control, he opened his eyes, smoothed his hands down the front of his blue-and-white checkered polo. Lastly, he touched the two buttons at his throat, then checked to make sure his collar still lay flat.
Smirking, Asher held a hand out to him. “Nervous?”
Cameron frowned. “No.”Yes. Obviously, I’m nervous.“What’s to be nervous about? Why? Do I look nervous?”
The smirk stayed in place. “You look perfect.”
Between the compliment and Asher’s palm pressed against his, he managed to mostly relax by the time they had reached the entrance of the café. A few people glanced in their direction when they stepped through the door, but no one openly stared this time. Apparently, the fact that Cameron had someone in his life was yesterday’s news,and the good townspeople had already moved on to better and more salacious gossip.
His eyes instinctively went to his usual booth at the back of the diner, but he found it already occupied.
“Over there.” Placing a hand on his shoulder, Asher turned him to the right.
Cameron groaned and immediately took a step back toward the exit. “I changed my mind. I’m not even that hungry.”
Having breakfast with his parents while his mother interrogated him about every aspect of his life would be bad enough. Having Nico and Natalie there to back her up just felt like cruel and unusual punishment.
