Mitch stared at him for a moment, then raised his arms over his head, giving him that flat belly and lean chest. The muscles pulling up in the arms fascinated him with their wiry strength. “Okay, play away, but you should know sooner or later I’m gonna get impatient.”
Oh, he loved that warning tone Mitch had in his voice. Cam grinned, wild and happy, and bent to kiss one of Mitch’s nipples, licking it before biting a little too.
“Oh, fuck. You are hotter than a two-dollar pistol. I want you. Bad.”
“I want you too.”
“Come on, Cam, just get over here and huddle up with me, kiss me, touch me, love on me. You don’t have to be so separate. I ain’t fixin’ to break.” Mitch put his hands back down and grabbed Cam to pull him against him.
Cam finally gave in and went because he didn’t think he would be able to stay separate much longer. His cock was hard as a rock and aching. His balls drew up and he wanted to do some rubbing and tugging and pulling and kissing and get off.
They had time for other stuff later, but right now, he was too damn on fire. It had been too long, and Mitch was the one he had wanted for years.
So he got them set up so they could tug each other, their cocks kind of rubbing together, their hands moving on both of them without putting all of his weight on top of Mitch. Mitch’s other hand slid under his butt and tugged them even closer, and they were cooking with gas.
Mitch moaned, biting at him, humping hard, and he tried to hold Mitch down a bit so he didn’t hurt that poor back, but it didn’t matter. They were going hard at it, and he was going to come in a heartbeat. He couldn’t believe it. He felt like a teenager again.
Even as he had the thought, he immediately discarded it. This was nothing like being a teenager.
This was Mitch and that body was all adult, and the man himself was all grown-up, and he still wanted him.
“Soon, Cam. Damn soon. I’m gonna blow.” Mitch dug into his hip with those short, blunt nails, and he panted because the sting was the perfect incentive. His balls seemed to burst, his body on fire as he shot all over Mitch’s hip and belly.
Mitch rose up, grunting, not able to arch probably as much as he wanted to with the way his body was fighting him, but Camcould tell it didn’t matter. He was coming hard, painting their skin with more liquid heat.
They came down in a haze, panting and wheezing, pressed tight against each other. He glanced up, stroking Mitch’s hair off his sweaty forehead. “Damn, babe.”
Mitch gulped for air, nodding hard. “Damn, indeed. That was totally worth the wait.”
And they looked at each other, grinning, and then they were both laughing hard. Just letting it out, the release of tension, something wild and free and wonderful.
“I hope we didn’t wake up the girls,” Mitch finally said, and the laughter had died down.
“Well, you know, if we did, we’ll clean ourselves up and then we’ll tuck them back into bed.”
“Sounds good, babe.” Mitch kissed his temple and then relaxed down against him. “You’ll stay in here with me tonight?”
“I will.” He couldn’t think of anything he’d like better. Cam figured they needed to get up and clean up a little bit and maybe put their underwear back on, but he was going to stay.
They were grown-ups. If they wanted to be together and spend the night, they didn’t have to ask anybody for permission.
Chapter Thirteen
“So, Daddy, can I ask you a question?”
Mitch looked at Rebekka, suddenly panicking because he knew the questions were coming.
Of course he did. How could they not?
He and Cam had been sleeping together now for six weeks, since the beginning of September for sure. The girls had seemed to accept it, but questions were coming.
They had to be.
Cam was pretty much moved into the bedroom. His toothbrushes sat in the cup on the double sink, his clothes were hanging in the closet. The hamper in the guest bath only had little girl T-shirts and school socks and panties. Nobody was having to wash the sheets in the guest bath by the guest bedroom anymore.
Right before Cam had left for his event on Wednesday, he’d kissed Mitch right on the mouth, told him to be careful, called him babe.
Questions were inevitable.
