Cam lifted his pant leg, showing off the bandage around his calf.“All good.And so are Lette and Garrett,” he said, anticipating Nic’s next question.“They’re keeping Lette in observation overnight.”Worry sharpened Nic’s features, and Cam squeezed his fingers.“She’s a bit dehydrated, and the ER doc was concerned about a possible concussion.Probably nothing.She’s pretty tough, like Mel and Lauren-level scary, so I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
“Should we go up?”
He shook his head, untangled his hand, and slumped back in his chair, taking a long swallow of his favorite brew.“Garrett and Victoria are there.We’ll go up in the morning.”
“Which is going to be here sooner than any of us want,” Eddie said.“And I’m wheels up at oh-nine-hundred.”He drained the rest of his beer as he stood.
Nic held his fist out for a bump.“Thank you.For everything.”
“Always.”Eddie next held out his fist to Cam.“You take care of him.”
Cam bumped back, chest warming at being included in Nic’s SEAL and Gravity family too.“I mean to.”His gaze strayed to Nic, constantly checking that he was here, that he’d survived, that this case was behind them and this was their new reality.Fiery blue eyes burned back at him.
“Aww, fuck.”Eddie waved a hand at both of them.“You’re not even married yet, and you’ve already got honeymoon googly eyes going on.”
Cam pretended to be offended at Nic.“You told him?”
“And Lauren.”Nic shrugged, then said to Eddie, “After the week we’ve had, Cam and I deserve a honeymoon.”He shot a sexy leer at Cam.“A good long one.”
Eddie bolted for the door.“Never been so glad to have a morning call time.”
“One day, Vasquez, you’ll meet your match.”
Wrenching open the door, Eddie grinned over his shoulder.“Nev-ah.No one can handle this.”He shook his admittedly fine ass, then disappeared out the door, laughing.
Nic was laughing too as he nudged Bird off his lap and tipped Cam’s direction, nuzzling his cheek.“Welcome home, to what’s left of it.”
“You’re here.That’s all that matters.”Cam teased the corner of Nic’s mouth, just short of a kiss, before he sat back and took another swig of his beer.He talked over Nic’s throaty rumble of frustration.“It feels like we’ve been gone forever.”
“Joe thinks so.Left us a surprise in your shoes.”
“In mine?”
“’Cause he likes me better.”
Traitor indeed, the both of them.“You stole my cat.”
“I showed your cat a better way.”
“No, you bribed him with extra food and treats.But I don’t want to argue about that right now.Got something else in mind.”He finished his beer, set the empty on the table next to Eddie’s, and stood.Nic moved to stand too, but Cam kept him seated, a hand on his shoulder and a leg thrown over his lap.“This okay?”
Nic rolled his hips, bringing their groins in grinding contact.“More than,” he said, voice rumbly for a different reason now.“This part of my body doesn’t hurt, at least not in the bad way.But I do wonder about the chair.This is how we broke the other one, if you recall.”
Cam waggled his brows.“How about we try to break all the chairs?”
“How about I get a kiss first?”Nic lifted his legs and bumped Cam forward.
Hands splayed on Nic’s chest, Cam kept himself from careening into him, but Nic, despite his injuries, seemed to want it rough, seemed to crave it as much as Cam did.Driving one hand down his back and the other into his hair, Nic dragged him close, smashing their lips together.Drinking with each long, slow swipe of his tongue, he drew a moan from deep within Cam, from that spot where his love for him grew more and more each day.
“Still my favorite taste,” Nic mumbled as they broke apart for air.
“You know...”Cam trailed a path of kisses along his jaw, softly pecking over the bruises.“Bird wasn’t the only one you taught a better way.”
“Even if I argue you to an early grave?”
Cam righted his head and gently took Nic’s face in his hands.“No talking of graves.And no arguing tonight.”He closed the distance again, wanting more closeness, more tastes of their future.“Just kissing.And celebrating this victory.”
“And fucking,” Nic growled.“Definitely part of this celebration.”
