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“Wait, what?”
He tried to slot the two main pieces together, then gave up and dropped them into the trash can.
“I might have this thing for super heroes,” he admitted with a grin. “And now, when I think of Thor, all I’ll see is you oily and shiny, half naked and wearing leather.”
That deserved another kiss, and I had words I wanted to say on the tip of my tongue.
That I liked superheroes.
And that when he’d sucked me off, it was clear he had a super-tongue.
But how awkward would that make me?
Way too awkward.
The housewe pulled up at was an expanse of white, with a landscaped turning circle and probably a million gorgeous cars lined up. Cameron’s low-slung Porsche wasn’t out of place as he parked it next to a stunning scarlet Ferrari, which I stopped to admire after we climbed out.
“Nice.” I let out a low whistle and bent as much as I could in these unforgiving pants to check out the dash and the acres of butter-soft cream leather. “SF90 Spider,” I added and ran a hand gently over the paintwork.
“That’s Prez’s new baby.”
“Prez?”
“Brett Kennedy aka Prez; he’s a buddy, and all we heard two months back was the sad sorry story of how a bird pooped on the seat. If he corners you, ask him about it. Also, I’m warning you now, Charlie loves his movies, and I know he’s watched theRapidmovies, so I’m sorry in advance if he asks too many questions—”
“I can handle questions,” I interrupted.
He reached for me on instinct, then dropped his hand. “Buddies,” he muttered to remind himself. “No touching.” He leaned toward me, but not so close it would seem odd to anyone who cared to notice. “But I can still taste you on my tongue.”
“You can’t say things like that,” I whined. “My cock likes it too much, and these pants don’t stretch.”
He chuckled, then squared his shoulders as if he was going into battle. “So, yeah, this is Charlie’s place. He’s like the captain of the cheer team, always optimistic and talking the guys up. Good guy who loves hosting the big meet-ups, families, kids, the whole team. His brother is Zeetoo, adopted brothers before you ask, so they don’t look alike—he’s a big Harlequins fan.”
I stared at him blankly. “Harlequins?”
“Y’know, the LA Harlequins. Football. Funny-shaped balls.”
“Oh, yeah,” I felt foolish because even I had heard of the city’s much lauded football team.
“Oh, and Phillipe is our goalie, and he’s just this insane mess of nonsense at times, and comes off as grumpy, but he’s a teddy bear really and loves talking books.”
I parsed all the data. “Okay so Prez is cars. Zeetoo is a football fan, specifically Harlots.”
“Harlequins.”
“Sorry, Harlequins. Charlie movies. Phillipe is a grumpy teddy bear and likes books. Anyone would think you’re offering me conversation tips.” I was joking, but he regarded me with soft affection.
“I want you to enjoy this, and I thought some of that might help. I want you to meet my friends.” He smiled. “But not in a super creepy this-is-the-guy-I’m-messing-around-with kind of way, just in a…” He shrugged. “You know what I mean.Buddy.”
I wasn’t sure I did. Part of me wanted more than the messing about part and to walk in as something more important to Cameron.
Like a partner, boyfriend, kind of thing.
Go figure.
Chapter12
Cameron
