“Baby, I’mdyingfor you,” Dawson ground out. He sank three fingers in and twisted them, making Cam groan hard.
“You can baby me all you want tomorrow. But tonight? Tonight, Ineedyou.”
Dawson dug his teeth into his bottom lip and then dragged Cam down, kissing him hard and insistent, his tongue fucking into his mouth as his fingers fucked into his body.
When he finally let him up, Cam let out a happy, relieved sigh as Dawson slipped his fingers out and slicked up his cock.
“Come on, rook,” Dawson whispered.
Cam didn’t need any more encouragement. He circled his fingers around the base of Dawson’s dick and then took it in one long, breathless slide.
It felt so fucking good. But it wasn’t just the ecstasy lighting him up, but the awe and relief and utter joy in Dawson’s expression as he gazed at him.
Bracing a hand on Dawson’s chest, Cam wiggled even deeper and they both groaned in tandem. Dawson’s hands clamped around his hips again, and he didn’t begin to thrust but instead just grind deeper still.
Cam gasped.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Feels amazing.” Cam squeezed his eyes shut, because for a second, it was almost too much to take—Dawson looking at him like that, like he wasn’t just a person but he was a miracle, like he was Dawson’s everything—but then he opened them again, because how could he miss it, either?
Maybe it would feel like this again. Maybe it would feel even better.
Maybe in a year or five years or ten, they’d still be in love. They’d still be wild for each other. But Cam thought they both understood now that this feeling couldn’t be taken for granted.
He was going to grab and hold on to every moment with every bit of strength and determination he had. Even if that scared Dawson away. Even that was too much for him.
But the way Dawson groaned his name—and what he’d told Cam in Vault tonight—told him that he’d worried about that too much.
Hecouldhave this. Could havehim.
“I’m so lucky,” Cam panted as he rose and sank down. Swiveled his hips.
Dawson was full of breathless, incredulous laughter. “Are you kidding? I’m the lucky one. The luckiest. I never thought—but now here you are, and God, you are perfect.”
Cam wasn’t perfect. Not by a long shot, but on one point he could agree as he fucked down onto Dawson’s cock harder,feeling his orgasm growing closer and closer. From the red flush on Dawson’s cheeks and the way his hips kept stuttering it seemed that Dawson was, too.
But even if Cam wasn’t perfect, there wasoneway Dawson was right.
“No, but I’m perfect for you,” Cam murmured, leaning in and kissing him. Dawson’s hips thrust harder and faster, and a second later, Cam was coming hard, burying his face into his neck.
He felt rather than saw Dawson’s orgasm, loving the way he shuddered beneath him.
It made total sense to just stay collapsed onto Dawson’s body. Especially with the way Dawson kept stroking his back and murmuring words about how wonderful and gorgeous and flawless he was. How good he felt. How Dawson never wanted to let him go.
Cam pressed a kiss to his neck. Nuzzling in closer. “Well,” he said right back, “I’m not letting you go first.”
“Okay, rook,” Dawson said, his chuckle a rumble that Cam felt throughout his whole chest.
Chapter 22
November
Nobody had ever asked Dawson, but he thought it made absolutely no fucking sense to have the only Canadian team in the NFL play on Thanksgiving.
AmericanThanksgiving.
Yet, that was exactly what the Thunder were doing. Flying to Dallas, to play the Cowboys in their annual Thanksgiving game.
