Page 79 of Flirt
Grunting and groaning, Asher gripped the back of Cameron’s thigh, digging his fingers into the muscles as he thrust hard and fast, driving into him in wild abandon. The cords in his neck strained, a flush worked over his slick skin, and sweat trickled from the damp hair at his temples. He was gorgeous, absolutely stunning.
His rhythm faltered, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated. His eyes screwed closed, the muscles in neck tightened, and a long, loud cry burst from his lips as he thrust through his release.
With a shaky breath, he collapsed forward, covering Cameron and burying his face against the side of his neck. “Holy fuck.”
That didn’t even begin to cover it, but it was as good a sentiment as any. “Holy fuck.”
Rolling off Cameron, Asher flopped onto his back with a satisfied sigh. Neither of them spoke for a long time, but no words were needed. Eventually, Asher pushed up from the bed with a grunt, wrinkling his nose as he removed the condom and tossed it into the wastebasket beside the bed.
“Come on, Cam.” He held out a hand, his eyes bright with humor.
Cameron didn’t move. He wasn’t entirely sure that he could. “Where are we going?”
“Shower, before I have to peel you off the mattress.”
“Too late.”
Asher laughed, the sound rich and warm, and grabbed his wrist, hauling him up from the bed. “Shower, then I promise you can sleep all you want.”
“You’re staying tonight, right?” He’d assumed Asher wouldn’t go back to his place until the following afternoon, but they hadn’t really talked about it. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself.
“If that’s what you want.” Asher watched him, studying his face intently.
Cameron nodded, and he didn’t even try to hide his relief. “That’s what I want.”
“Then, yeah, I’m staying.”
The way he said it, though, didn’t sound like a simple answer. It sounded like a promise.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Asher’s brain might startbleeding if Natalie didn’t stop talking about accent pieces and throw pillows. Even then, Asher doubted it would dissuade her.
“Oh, this would be perfect in the den.” She held up the ugliest bronze lamp Asher had ever seen. “It’ll go really well with the end tables we saw at Mint Julep.”
Asher had been excited when she’d suggested they visit the place, mostly because he’d assumed there would be alcohol involved. The Mint Julep turned out to be a boring furniture store where everything looked a hundred years old and like it came out of a plantation house in Louisiana.
If that hadn’t been bad enough, she’d convinced him to accompany her to a flea market. Asher had never been to one before, and while he didn’t want to come off as pretentious or condescending, he sort of felt like the entire place was bad-touching him.
Needing some sanity in his life, he pulled his phone from his pocket and brought up Cameron’s number. Going back to his house after spending the weekend with Cameron and getting to know the people he cared about had been beyond depressing. With the place being practically empty after his purge, his footsteps echoedthroughout the rooms, which only intensified his feelings of loneliness.
By noon, he’d sequestered himself in the library, the only room left that didn’t feel as if it had been gutted. By dinner, he knew he needed to replace everything he’d sold or donated. Upon waking that morning, he’d realized he didn’t want to go shopping alone. His first choice had been Cameron, but since his boyfriend had an important meeting with some fancy suits, he’d settled for the next best thing.
It really had been a brilliant plan. Right up to the point where he wanted to punch himself in the face rather than look at another “interesting” bowl or “unique” sculpture.
“Oh, oh, oh.” Natalie clapped her hands together and bounced up on her toes. “We have to look at these handspun vases.”
Asher bared his teeth in what he hoped would pass as a smile. Now, he remembered why he’d hired an interior designer and a personal shopper when he’d first moved into his house. This shit made his head hurt.
Following her down the aisle to a table a few rows over, he sent off a quick text to Cameron before pretending to be interested in all the swirling colors and artistic patterns.
Asher: Kill me now.
He managed to look at and comment on six different vases before his phone vibrated with an incoming message.
Cameron: LOL! I did try to warn you. My sister is a force of nature.
Asher: Your sister is a goddamn menace.
