Scott would have liked to come up with a smart reply, but he couldn’t focus.Ah—ah—ahwas all that came out of his mouth, his cock drooling against his stomach, trapped between their bodies.
When he came, he almost felt sorry.
He still wanted more. He wanted Cam again.
Again, and again, and again.
***
The new European branch’s headquarters were in Geneva.
The good news was a flight from Geneva to Monaco—well, to Nice—was just one hour.
Thebadnews was, a flight from Geneva to Monaco was one hour.
That meant Scott was always tempted to hop onto his jet and fly to Monaco whenever Cam didn’t have a race weekend, and he was very bad at resisting the temptation.
Scott didn’t want to make things weird between them by being too… clingy. God forbid Cam started thinking he wasinfatuated with him—and of course Scottwasn’t. They were just good friends. Good friends who fucked sometimes.
Thesometimespart was the issue. Because the more they fucked, the more Scott wanted it.
Wanted him.
Scott tried to act normal. He even told himself he could hang out with Cam without ending up on his dick, but so far he’d failed spectacularly. They’d been fucking for a month, and the only times Scott managed to keep his pants on in Cam’s presence were when they literally were in front of the cameras.
He worried he was being too much. Like, Cam had never turned him down and always got hard gratifyingly fast, but Scott couldn’t help but notice that Cam rarely initiated the sex. It was always Scott who pawed at Cam’s zipper, letting him know that he was in the mood.
“He doesn’t really want me,” Scott complained.
There was an annoyed, long-suffering sigh on the other end of the line.
“If he didn’t want you, he wouldn’t have sex with you,” Will said.
“Maybe I’m just easy,” Scott said.
“Easy? You?” Will said dryly. “You’re anything but easy. You’re a headache.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t,” Will said. “He’s the world champion and a millionaire athlete with a legion of fans throwing themselves at him. It’s not like he doesn’t have easy options.”
Scott pursed his lips. He didn’t... He didn’t like being reminded of it, of how easy it was for Cam to hook up with someone else. With women.
They’d never discussed exclusivity. Friends with benefits usually weren’t exclusive.Scott didn’t even knowwhyhe wanted exclusivity, why the thought of Cam touching anyone else made his vision go red and his stomach twist into ugly knots. Maybe he was justthatbad at sharing.
Scott frowned. “True,” he said. “But he prefers women.” And for all he knew, Cam might be hooking up with a woman at this very moment.
“Women don’t have a dick to fuck him,” Will said, very dryly.
Scott chewed on his lip. He hadn’t intentionally misled his cousin, but he hadn’t corrected him either when Will had assumed that Scott was the one who did the fucking.
“He fucks me, not the other way around,” he mumbled, his face warm. Heknewthere was nothing wrong with that, but…
The silence on the line didn’t help his embarrassment, either.
“What?” Scott said, not at all defensive.
“Nothing,” Will said after a moment. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. You’ve always been…”
