Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Talking about his daughter had him yanking his hand free of his underwear. He grimaced. “She sure is. Having her so close is another benefit to living up here. I visit her whenever I can but she’s busy with school and her friends.” She didn’t have much time for dear old dad, she was too busy forging her future.
“She good?”
“She’s great. It’s hard to believe but one more year and my baby will have her bachelor’s degree in Communication.”
“You have to be proud of her.”
Cam smiled. Both he and his ex-wife agreed, Laurel was the best thing to come out of their failed marriage. “Of course.”
“Okay, brother. Got to go. I’ll see you soon.”
“See you soon, Nolan.” He ended the call and set his phone aside.
The wait and anticipation was going to kill him. He had lusted after Nolan since the moment he met the other man, but, of course, he’d always been beyond Cam’s reach.
As were all straight men.
Even though Nolan might not be at his fingertips, Cam could pretend he was. All he had to do was wrap those same fingers around his cock again and close his eyes.
Nobody had to know. Especially Nolan.
He rolled enough to reach the lotion kept on the nightstand, did one pump into his palm, then settled in.
Once his fingers circled his length, he gave his cock a good squeeze and began to stroke himself slowly, distributing the lotion evenly. He pulled in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and flipped through his memory bank to find the perfect one.
Oh yeah, that’s the one.
Nolan standing in front of his locker at the end of their shift, wearing an Under Amour shirt that fit like a second skin and hugged his six pack abs, broad shoulders, and biceps. When he turned his back to Cam, he dropped his uniform trousers and stepped free. Bending over to pick them up, his tight boxer briefs showcased a perfect peach of an ass.
The one Cam would love to tongue, finger, and fuck.
That memory had him cupping his balls in the palm of his left hand and collaring the root of his hard-on with two fingers like a cock ring. He used his right hand to slowly stroke his whole length. At the top, he swirled his thumb around the tip, then tightened his grip and began to pump it at a fast and furious pace.
With the pressure quickly building, his fist became a blur and his hips danced on the mattress.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he released a grunt he swore came from deep within his soul. He thrusted into his fist one more time and came, the hot ropes of cum creating stripes on his stomach.
Lazily drawing his fingers through the aftermath, he gathered some up and used it to continue slowly stroking as he waited for his heartbeat to slow, as well as his breathing.
He really needed to shower and get ready for the day, but he also wanted to enjoy the bliss that followed a good jerk-off session, even one as short as this one.
He sighed.
Cam appreciated Nolan as a friend. He definitely appreciated him as a man.
And as spank bank material.
For fuck’s sake, he was such a damn perv. He should be ashamed for using his friend like that.
But he wasn’t. What Nolan didn’t know…
Cam chuckled softly. Yeah, he was a complete degenerate.
His next sexual encounter really needed to be with a man. He needed to push past his hangups about anyone knowing.
While he should be ashamed for using an unsuspecting Nolan to get off, he shouldn’t be for being bisexual. He was also at a perfect place in his life now where he could be who he was and not hide it.
While hooking up with women was great—and he didn’t plan on giving them up—they normally didn’t scratch every itch. He simply needed to find the right man since the one he lusted after wasn’t available.
Except for in his dreams.
Chapter Two
Cam gave his assigned ATV used for patrol a little more power and shot down the stone lane away from his cabin and toward what he called the “back forty.”
Like normal, before his morning rounds, he checked in via radio with the guards sitting at the gate, patrolling The Mane Lodge and lake cabins, as well as currently surveilling the cameras.
The Lyons brothers were smart to hire dedicated security staff, not only to protect the resort and guests, but to limit access from outsiders. No one got past the gate unless they had a reservation or were an invited guest. Restricting access to everyone else kept both the guests and staff safe.
And their identities private.
Especially from haters who had a problem with these types of adult playgrounds. Beyond physical threats and verbal abuse, guests could be blackmailed or even have their sexuality outed.
Some guests wanted to keep their sexuality private in their everyday life but go wild while at the resort. Whatever someone was into, the resort could usually make it happen. If you desired it—and as long as it was legal and consensual—the Lyons family did their best to make sure you got what you wanted.