Before he could react, he was yanked sideways into the narrow service passage between the Ferrari and Mercedes hospitality units.
“What—”
The rest of the sentence never made it out. He was pushed against the wall and kissed forcefully.
Cam. It was Cam kissing him like he was trying to devour him, like Cam had been holding himself together by a thread and that thread had finally snapped.
“Cam…” Scott tried weakly, his mind quickly becoming foggy with want.
Cam kissed him again before he could finish speaking.
“Someone might see—”
“I don’t care.”The words came out rough and harsh.
Gathering all his willpower, Scott put a hand on Cam’s chest and pushed at it, breaking the kiss. His lips felt the loss immediately, but he knew it was the right thing to do.They were hidden between two hospitality buildings, but not well enough. People were nearby. Teams were packing up.Journalistswerestill wandering around the paddock. Any of them could walk past.
“You don’t mean it. Your career will be ruined if people see us.”
Cam stared at him with dark, feverish eyes. “Yes,” he said, cradling Scott’s face with his capable, strong hands. His thumb stroked Scott’s bottom lip. “It would be.”
Scott shivered, barely resisting the urge to suck it into his mouth. “Then snap out of it,” he said hoarsely. “People can’t see us together, not like this.”
“Snap out of it,” Cam repeated in a strange tone of voice. He gave a harsh chuckle. “You think I didn’t try?”
Before Scott could say anything, Cam leaned in for another hard, greedy kiss.
The intensity of it stole the breath from Scott’s lungs, but itwasn’t even just the kiss.It wasthe way Cam couldn’t seem to let go.
Every time Scott managed to create a few inches of distance, Cam closed it again immediately, his hands gripping Scott’s face, his waist, his hips, as if separation was unbearable, asif he needed physical proof that Scott was actually there with him. It did terrible things to Scott’s heart, making him so fucking weak.
“Stop that,” he tried again as Cam trailed his hot, parted lips down his neck and started sucking hickeys into it. God… Scott was gasping softly, his glazed eyes struggling to focus on the entrance to the passageway. People kept passing by—they were insanely lucky the passageway was dark enough that no one bothered to take a closer look at them.
“You blocked me,” Cam said, biting his neck.
Scott swallowed a whimper. “That’s my prerogative. No one is entitled to text me whenever they want.”
Cam’s hands on his hips tightened. “I’m notno one,” he gritted out, sucking another nasty hickey into Scott’s neck. “You can’t block me. Or leave. Not ever.”
There was so much to unpack there, but Scott just couldn’t gather his thoughts, all his senses zeroed in on the heat of Cam’s mouth on his sensitive neck, on the way Cam’s hard thigh was grinding between his legs. He felt like a bitch in heat that wanted to be mounted right there.
“I already did,” Scott managed. “I’m done. We’re done.”
“No,” Cam bit off, cupping Scott’s aching cock and kneading it over his pants, his dark eyes fixed on Scott’s face unwaveringly.
Scott barely swallowed a whimper, looking at the mouth of the passageway in mild panic. He could literally see people passing it; one look and they’d be exposed. But the insane risk only turned him on more—how much Cam must have wanted him to risk it like this was heady.
Cam’s hand yanked his pants open and closed around his bare cock.
Scott moaned.
Cam covered his mouth with his, swallowing his moans as he started jerking him off roughly. Scott’s cock was already leaking and the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh was loud and wet. Obscene. God, what were they doing… this was insane. Career-ruining.
But Cam didn’t stop.
He brought Scott to a sharp, almost painful orgasm embarrassingly fast—and then he left Scott there, still flushed, panting, and utterly confused.
Scott fixed his pants with shaking hands, his mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings.Cam hadn’t even gotten off himself.
