“I like the sound of that,” Dawson agreed.
Dawson had really believed that when the moment came—themoment—he’d let the fear or the doubt hold him back.
But in the end, it had beensoeasy. He’d looked at one option, and seen Cam slipping away from him, and the other option meant, just like Alex said, making good choices for himself and forCam, and it hadn’t taken any real effort to admit what he’d known, deep down, was true for some time.
He had feelings.
They were dating.
Cam was the guy for him.
He’d meant it—he’d taken one look at Cam in the candlelight and realized he wanted to see him like this all the time, smile bright and eyes shining, happy becauseDawsonhad made him this happy—and there hadn’t even been a question in his mind.
“God, want you all the time,” Dawson said, crowding Cam into the back of the elevator, kissing him fiercely, their hips aligning. “Want to get you so good, rook.”
Cam groaned into his mouth, tilting his head so he could kiss Dawson even deeper.
The elevator doors dinged open, and they staggered onto Cam’s floor, Dawson’s hands tucked into the back pockets of Cam’s jeans, cupping him possessively.
“Yeah?” Cam asked breathlessly. “What do you want?”
Dawson just laughed, still a little shocked—in the best possible way—that he could have this. That he could take it with both hands and hold it andkeepit.
“You,” he murmured, leaning into Cam’s back, mouthing at his neck as he tried to get his keycard swiped.
He finally got the door open, something Dawson was absolutely going to make fun of him for, maybe between rounds one and two, and they stumbled into the dark entryway.
It was funny, because Dawson had been tired before, worn down between the season and this week’s hard practices and all the bullshit with untangling his legal responsibilities with Simon. Alex had been a big help, additionally proving just how loyal he was to Dawson, but it had still been a lot.
But now he didn’t feel tired at all, excitement and arousal buzzing under his skin. It had been too long since he’d gotten his mouth on Cam. Too long since he’d had the energy to do more than perfunctorily get each other off, in long lazy showers or in the mornings before they had to drive into the practice facility.
He wanted to spread Cam out and get him naked and take his time. Kiss him everywhere. Make him squirm. Make himbeg.
But to do that, he needed to get Cam to the bedroom first, and Cam kept laughing and twisting out of his grasp.
“Goddamn it,stay, and justlet me,” Dawson begged, sounding a shade of desperate himself.
“You gonna make me?” Cam teased, looking down at him with a look that sent Dawson to his knees. Metaphorically, right now, and possibly literally in a minute.
“God yes,” Dawson said emphatically.
He’d just pinned Cam to the first flat surface he could find—the little wall between the entry and the kitchen—tucking a thigh between Cam’s legs, swallowing his groan when he rubbed their dicks together, when a light went on.
For a single bewildered second he’d thought Cam had reached over and turned it on.
But then he was looking over, right into the eyes of a stranger.
No. Not a stranger. A guy who could be exactly how Cam would look in twenty-plus years.
“Shit!” Cam exclaimed and scrambled out from underneath Dawson’s grip. “Dad!”
That was the boner killer of the century right there.
Dawson would be disappointed by that fact, but the truth was, meeting Cam’s dad was definitely going to be better if hedidn’thave a boner.
“Oh my God,” Cam continued as the man stared at where Dawson still had an arm wrapped around his son’s waist, “I can’t believe you’re here. You didn’t tell me you were coming in early!”
“I thought it would be uh . . .” The guy made a wry face and rubbed the back of his neck. “A nice surprise. So, surprise?”
