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)
Cam hummed. “I get it,” he said, and yeah, he probably did, considering what he did for a living.
They sat in companionable silence for a while, and Scott felt no inclination to fill it. That, in itself, was unusual for him. Glancing down, he realized he was absently stroking Cam’s fingers. They were basically holding hands. And Cam was letting him.
Clearing his throat, Scott untangled their fingers and got to his feet. “All right, I’ll go take a nap before Free Practice. I’m beat.”
Cam’s eyebrows drew together as he stood up too. “Are you staying at this hotel too?”
Scott shook his head, yawning. “Booked the one a block away.”
“You can take a nap here,” Cam said, laying a hand on Scott’s nape and steering him toward the bedroom.
Scott considered protesting, but Cam’s hand felt so good on his neck, and he was beat, and Cam’s bed looked very inviting. It probably smelled of him too.
“All right,” Scott said, flopping down on it on his belly.
“Shoes off,” Cam said dryly.
“Mmm.”
Chuckling, Cam tugged Scott’s shoes off himself when Scott didn’t move. Scott’s pants followed suit.
“You’re the best,” Scott mumbled, burying his face in Cam’s pillow and sighing happily, his eyelids already heavy. “Love you.”
Cam didn’t say anything.
Then, the mattress dipped beside him. “I could use a nap too,” Cam said, slinging a heavy arm around Scott’s back and burying his face in his nape.
Scott went still, his heart starting to beat faster. Although they hugged plenty, they had never really done it like this. Cam was practically on top of him. And he was, like, nuzzling his neck? The position itself wasn’t one Scott was used to. He wasn’t used to having a heavy man on top of him and behind him like this. He was normally the one on top. This was… weird. Weirder than anything they’d done together. It felt unexpectedly nice, though. The warmth, the scent, the sensation of being crushed beneath Cam’s body... It was like being wrapped in a warm, protective cocoon. He could stay like this forever.
Wrong, something whispered at the back of his mind, his stomach squirming. This was wrong.
So Scott shifted a little onto his side. Being the little spoon was unusual for him too but it was less… emasculating.
He froze when he felt Cam’s hand slip under his shirt and absently cup his pec. At least Scott assumed it was absentminded, but started to have doubts when Cam began kneading his tit.
“My pecs aren’t stress balls, buddy,” Scott muttered lightly, biting his lip to stop himself from making any noise. His tits were sensitive, and every time Cam squeezed them, his nipples ached, craving more friction. More stimulation. The image of Cam sucking on them pushed to the forefront of his mind, and Scott barely swallowed a moan.
“They aren’t?” Cam said into his nape, still groping his chest shamelessly. “Your tits are better than many women’s. So nice to the touch.”
The praise sent a jolt of heat to his crotch, just like last time. God, this was horrible. What was happening to him?
“Stop being weird,” Scott said with a breathless laugh, his face warm. His nipples were aching. He wanted Cam to pinch them. Or maybe suck on them.
“I’m serious,” Cam said roughly, squeezing his boob. “Your tits would look fantastic in a bra.”
Scott couldn’t breathe. “Fuck off,” he said weakly, but his cock was throbbing.
“I’m right,” Cam said, suddenly releasing his chest and pulling away, to Scott’s both disappointment and relief. He felt Cam get out of bed.
Rolling onto his back, he watched him rummage through his suitcase. “What are you doing?”
“Take off your shirt,” Cam said over his shoulder, still looking for something in his suitcase.
“What, why?” Scott spluttered, but his hands were already moving. Already obeying.
Cam turned toward him with—
“You’re kidding,” Scott said with a breathless laugh, staring wide-eyed at the black lace bra in Cam’s hands. “Why the hell do you even have a bra in your suitcase?”
Was it a blush on Cam’s face?
“I bought it,” he said curtly, walking back to the bed and dropping the bra in Scott’s lap. “Put it on.”
Scott stared at him. Cam couldn’t possibly be serious.
But Cam stared back at him steadily before his dark eyes dropped to Scott’s chest. “Come on. You’ll see I’m right.”
Scott should have told him to fuck off. This had gone well past weird and was veering into freak territory.
But his mouth was dry and his nipples were fucking aching under Cam’s intense gaze. And Scott’s hands moved. Picked up the bra.
What are you doing? a voice screamed at the back of his mind, but it was like his body was no longer his own. His body wanted to do as Cam said. It was like a compulsion.
He put on the bra. It was one of those styles that fastened in the front.