Page 19 of Flirt
“Who’s your friend?” he murmured in Cameron’s ear, not really caring, but wanting to hear him speak again.
Cameron tensed but didn’t pull away. “Scott.”
“Blind date?” He maintained eye contact with Tarzan—Scott—while he spoke, slowly drawing his hand down Cameron’s spine before resting it against his lower back.
Cameron nodded, sighing as he pulled away, but he didn’t go far, standing close enough to press his arm against Asher’s. “Uh, Scott, this is Asher Dare.”
Tarzan grunted something that might have been a greeting, then reached forward to curl his fingers around Cameron’s bicep. “Sorry to interrupt, but—”
“Then don’t.” Asher bared his teeth and stared pointedly at the asshole’s meaty hand.
“It’s cool that you two know each other, but he’s with me.”
Sliding his arm around Cameron’s waist, Asher tucked him against his side and held him possessively. “Not anymore.”
“Look, man, I don’t know who the hell you are, but you need to back off my date.” Tarzan pulled more insistently at Cameron’s arm, making him stumble forward a step. “Cam, let’s go.”
“Cameron, do you want to go with him?” Calm. Reasonable. No one would guess how badly he wanted to rip the bastard’s arm off and beat him with it.
Cameron shook his head as he pried Tarzan’s hand off his arm. “I’m sorry, Scott, but I think we both know this isn’t going anywhere. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
The casual dismissal spoken in his silky-smooth voice ignited a fire in Asher that went straight to his cock. “Damn, that was sexy.”
A smug smile quirked Cameron’s lips, and he looked up at him with both eyebrows raised. “You like that, huh?”
“Is this payback for the pumpkin guy?”
Asher blinked at Tarzan, trying to make sense of the statement. “Pumpkin guy?”
Leaning more heavily against Asher’s side, Cameron sighed. “I’ll tell you later.” To Scott, he said, “This isn’t payback for anything. This is simply where we part ways.” He took a step back, pulling Asher with him. “Goodbye, Scott.”
“That’s not what you said earlier, when you practically begged me to fuck you.”
Asher rolled the statement around in his head, let it sink in, then tossed his head back with a bark of laughter. Oh, he could picture Cameron begging, pleading, writhing and bucking as sweet whimpers spilled from his lips. With a muted groan, he reached down to adjust his swelling length, not caring who saw him. Yeah, he could really picture that.
Just not with that pouting man-child. The idea was just too laughable to take seriously.
“Do tell me how you begged,” he teased, angling his body so that his hard, jean-clad cock pressed against Cameron’s hip.
Cameron’s breath caught on a cute little hiccup, and pink crept into his cheeks, but he pressed closer, adding more pressure to Asher’s straining erection. “I said I had to work in the morning, and I didn’t want to stay out too late.”
Asher couldn’t help himself. He laughed again. “So, Tarzan took that as an invitation back to your bed?”
Cameron’s lips quivered, and he tilted his head to the side, studying Scott as if he’d never seen him before, but he didn’t object to the nickname. “Yes.”
The teasing had been fun and well-deserved, but Asher really wanted to be finished with the conversation. “I bet you could use a drink.” At Cameron’s nod, he laced their fingers together and gave him a little tug. “Say good night, sweetheart.”
Cameron didn’t hold back his smile this time. He looked Tarzan right in the eye, nodded, and said in a clear, carrying voice, “Good night.”
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Cameron didn’t need asavior, but he settled a little knowing someone had his back. Not just any someone,either. Asher Dare had come to his rescue, and whether he needed saving or not had no longer been the point.
Cool and commanding, Asher’s tone had washed over him and made his head spin as the blood in his body made a swift retreat south. Cameron had been hard from the moment he’d heard Asher’s voice, but when his embrace had turned from friendly to possessive, it had been all Cameron could do to remain upright.
Every word after that, spoken in Asher’s smooth, honeyed voice had made his cock jerk and leak a surprising amount of pre-cum that dampened the front of his boxer briefs. God, the things that voice did to him. He might have been embarrassed, if not for the sizeable bulge straining Asher’s zipper. It was a strange thing to find comforting, but it made him feel better to know he wasn’t the only one affected by their close proximity.
“Do you really have to work in the morning?” Asher tugged his hand more insistently, directing him away from the entrance.
