“You don’t have to stay,” I said abruptly to the man beside me. God, his skin was tanned and mostly smooth, but I couldn’t help noticing some odd ridges beneath his tight t-shirt. Scars? What could have caused them?
He looked at me for a minute, annoyance in his eyes.
“Oh, so now you can talk?” He said.
“I talk when I have something important to say,” I snapped back. What an asshole! “I can check into a hotel on my own.”
I watched as a flush worked its way up his neck and his eyes snapped fire at me.
“Riiiight,” he drawled, his voice dripping with derision. “Just like you could figure out how to call an Uber to take you to a business commitment,” he said sharply, making it clear he thought my intellect probably hovered around that of a nine-year-old. Goddammit. I hadn’t even thought about looking up an Uber.Fuck.
“So sorry!” I snapped. “I’m used to living in a real city that has a little thing called ‘public transportation’,” I snarked back.
His eyes narrowed at me. He wasn’t used to people talking back to him. Too fucking bad.
“Let’s just see if you can manage to be on time tomorrow,” he said dismissively. “Unlike you, my family works for everything it has. We can’t afford another failure tomorrow.”
He set my bags down on the ground and strode out the entrance, anger evident in his stride.Shit. I’d now managed to piss off the only person that I knew on the East Coast.
Great job Mason.
3
Lee
I knewmy face must have been flushed and angry when I’d hollered for Cameron in the airport, but when his tousled dark hair had peered out from behind the support column, I’d frozen. He was beautiful.
He was tall, not quite as tall as me, but at six two I didn’t run into a lot of people my height. My dick, which had been happy to sleep through the flight attendant’s flirting, had decided to sit up and take notice at the sight of him. As I approached, I realized how insanely beautiful this man was, and I felt a stirring in my cock that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. He had hair so black I could swear it had blue in it, with eyes a bright blue with what looked like a gold ring around the pupil. I thought at first that they had to be contacts, but as I looked closer, I realized they were genuine. I stood in shock for a moment. That face… I knew that face… but from where…?
“You Cameron?” I asked, struggling to place his face. Maybe I’d seen it on some promotional materials at the store?
He nodded at me, his face impassive.
“Devereaux,” I told him. “Lee Devereaux.” I stuck my hand out to him automatically, then realized that with his hands full, there was no way he could take it.
“C-Cameron,” he said, stuttering slightly, sounding almost breathless. His voice was soft and clear. We stood there for a moment, eyes locked on each other, then I thought he started to try to reach his hand out and stumbled, fumbling everything in his hands—phone, luggage and laptop—his hair falling down across his face. I managed to grab the phone and luggage, and I snagged his laptop just as it was about to hit the ground.
I wasn’t sure exactly, but when I went to hand him back his laptop, I could have sworn he whispered “Fuck me…”
I couldn’t help it, the whispered plea made me grin.
“Thanks!” he said, looking up at me from the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. “I’ve been working on a new series for months now, and it’s all on this laptop. If that had broken, I think I would have cried.”
“No problem,” I said quietly, handing the laptop back to him, trying to pretend I wasn’t wondering what those soft, perfect lips would look like wrapped around my cock. “Can’t have you crying, beautiful.”
My words coincided with our hands brushing, and that touch was like a lightning bolt racing down my arm, through my balls and electrifying my cock. I thought I had been interested before, but now all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around this man and cover his body with my own. I’d never felt anything like it, not even with Mack. The attraction was so powerful, so intense, that I’d taken half a step toward him before I’d even realized it.
He froze, and his eyes caught mine as he looked up at me through the tangled tousle of his dark hair. It was like looking at some kind of wild animal hiding in the forest. You knew if you even just breathed the wrong way, he would run and be gone. His eyes were open wide, pupils blown, and we simply stared at each other for several heartbeats.
I had no idea how long we stood frozen like that, but his phone beeped and drew his attention away from me, breaking the spell.
“What…” he muttered, keeping his eyes glued to his phone, “…what happened? I’ve been here for, like, hours, and no one showed.” He ventured.
“I’m… sorry about the delay,” I said as I led him to my car. “We were told you had transportation covered.”
“What?” He looked up, startled, his eyes meeting mine for a minute. “Fuck, no. I don’t even drive.”
I couldn’t cover my shock. He was obviously in his mid- to-late twenties. How could he not drive? A wisp of a thought tugged at me.
