Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
And it made him so angry—at himself, and at Cam. How dare he look at him like he was starved for him when it was Cam who had chosen to distance himself for the sake of his career, which was—fair enough, but Cam had still made the choice. So he had no business looking at Scott that way. And Scott’s stupid body had no business reacting like a needy slut, either.
“Is this what you needed me here for?” Scott said harshly. He took a step back. “Not happening, dude.”
A muscle jumped in Cam’s cheek. “Don’t call me that,” he bit off, taking a step forward.
Scott chuckled, taking another step until his back pressed against the door. “Why? Do you prefer mate?”
Cam put his hands on either side of Scott’s face, looking at him intently.
“Scotty,” he whispered, his voice tight and strange, before suddenly burying his face in Scott’s neck.
Scott went still, shuddering as Cam’s scruffy face rubbed against his skin.
Oh god.
God, give him strength.
“Tell me the Laurent thing is fake,” Cam ground out, mouthing at his neck.
Shivering, Scott swallowed a whimper. Christ, Cam’s scent, the feel of him. He’d missed him so much. His hands were trembling with the urge to sink into Cam’s back like claws and never let go. “It’s none of your business,” he managed, his mouth dry.
Cam bit him, his hands gripping Scott’s hips. “I know it’s fake,” he gritted out, shoving a hip between Scott’s thighs and grinding hard.
Scott gasped, his eyes practically crossing. “What are you—”
“Tell me no one touched you since me,” Cam demanded.
Christ, he sounded absolutely unhinged. It shouldn’t have turned him on so much.
Scott buried his fingers in Cam’s hair and yanked his head up, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Are you fucking with me?” he hissed. “You have no right to play the possessive boyfriend—we were just friends, remember? And you’re the one who ended it.”
Cam was practically vibrating with frustration, his eyes so very dark as they shifted between Scott’s mouth and his eyes. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you,” he said in a clipped voice.
Scott blinked slowly. He’d thought Cam would realize how ridiculous and unfair he was being instead of doubling down. “Tough luck,” he said, his smile all teeth. “I’ve already been fucked by five men since you. Or wait, was it six? Don’t remember—”
Cam slammed their mouths together.
It felt like being crushed by a tornado. Cam was kissing him like he was trying to drink his soul through his mouth. Scott knew he should push him away. This was pointless. They had no future together. But he was weak for him, so he kissed back, all the frustration and longing and craving that had accumulated during their separation finally finding an outlet. The kiss felt more like a fight, all teeth and tongues, their mouths too rough and greedy and desperate for each other.
When Cam tore his lips away, Scott whined and dragged him back into another kiss, clinging to him with all his strength, irrationally afraid of letting go. God, the feel of him, the scent of him—Scott couldn’t get enough. He’d never wanted any other man this badly.
At last, Cam rested his forehead against Scott’s, breathing unevenly. “No one touched you since me,” he rasped out, his arms tightening around Scott almost to the point of pain. “Say it.”
“Fuck you,” Scott slurred out.
“No one can touch you,” Cam said, pressing hot kisses across his face and down his neck. “No one else.” Cam sucked hard on his neck, probably leaving an ugly hickey where everyone could see it. Like a brand.
The thought made Scott painfully, achingly hard.
“This is pointless,” Scott whispered, tugging at Cam’s shirt. He wanted skin. Wanted them to be skin to skin, with nothing separating them. Hell, he would climb under Cam’s skin if he could.
“Bed,” Cam said hoarsely, unbuttoning Scott’s shirt and greedily squeezing his pecs.
“No,” Scott tried, but he didn’t sound convincing at all. When Cam leaned down and latched onto his tit, Scott lost the battle with himself, whimpering and pulling him closer.
What happened after that… was a little hazy. It was a blur of kisses and wandering, impatient hands as they undressed each other.
Scott moaned in relief when Cam’s naked, hard body finally covered his. He felt feverish with want, only vaguely aware that he’d spread his legs like a whore. He didn’t care. He’d missed this. Missed him.
One finger, two… Cam’s mouth sucking and kissing his tits… Scott couldn’t think anymore. He just wanted him.
When Cam finally pushed into him after far too little prep, both of them too impatient to wait, tears sprang to Scott’s eyes. He’d have liked to say that it was from pain, but it wasn’t. While the stretch was definitely uncomfortable, it wasn’t painful. It just felt too much and too intense and somehow too little after so long.