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Authors: Cara Dee
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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this hell in a body bag. He had taken out the sharp razor blades from the plastic handle and dragged them along the insides of his forearms and then swallowed the blades.
Hours later, when Psycho—unaffected by the events—had bothered to come down here to deal with James's body, Cam and Austin dropped to their cots, both equally shell-shocked.
They couldn’t imagine what Lance was going through, having spent hours in that small space with a dead guy.
"Holy hell." Austin leaned forward on his knees and palmed his face. Flashing before his eyes, he saw his daughter and wife, and…he just couldn’t fathom the idea of taking any kind of "easy" way out. He had to be reunited with them. His daughter especially—it was killing Austin to be away from Riley.
*
James had only been the first guy.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Austin asked carefully.
Cam shook his head and swallowed hard. He needed to get rid of Austin before he embarrassed himself some more. Last night had been more than enough. "Look, I'm gonna get ready—"
"Yeah, no, of course." Austin stood up. "We'll talk later?"
"Sure thing."
When they were standing by the door, they said goodbye and Austin walked toward his Mercedes. "Wait—just one thing," Austin said, opening the door to his car. He tapped the top as if he was hesitant to speak. "Did you say something earlier about, uh, about a rule you'd break?"
Cam blinked slowly as he tried to catch up with Austin's thoughts. It hit him, and he bit back a laugh. Leaning against the doorframe, he folded his arms across his chest, feeling a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth.
"You really wanna bring that up, buddy?" He reached up and scratched his neck. This was fun. No, fuck that. This was fucking hilarious. Austin was uncomfortable, and he wasn’t even really looking Cam in the eye. Eye contact was usually Cam's problem. "Maybe it's best you run on home to the wifey. All right?"
"Or maybe you should answer my fucking question, Cam," Austin snapped irritably.
"Oh-ho!" Cam laughed. Christ, he wished he could read Austin's mind right now. Closing the door behind himself, he walked down the two steps and approached. "What do you really wanna know?" Standing on the other side of the open car door, Cam flashed a wicked grin.
"I want to know what you meant," Austin replied quietly, imploringly. "Same goes for what you said about the position you're usually in."
This was getting good. Almost too good. "It means I'm usually on top, Austin." Cam rested his forearms on the door. "And the rule?" He chuckled. "I was just fucking with you. Give it a rest."
Austin arched a brow behind his glasses. His confidence was back. "And who are you usually on top of?"
"What the fuck, man?" Cam cracked up again, took a step backward, and widened his arms. "Are you seriously asking me that? What do you want from me, huh?"
"An answer."
Cam was starting to wonder if he'd missed something. What had been on Austin's mind lately? 'Cause this was new. "I'm usually on top of whoever I'm banging—that what you wanted to hear?" He decided to lay it all out there. "Men, women, whatever. There. You got your answer." With a shake of his head, he turned around and walked inside.
He didn’t give a shit what people thought about his sexuality— usually . He couldn’t imagine Austin having any issues, but if he did? Fuck, Cam would care.
Son of a bitch, this wasn’t gonna be a good day. He could feel it.
Chapter 7
"Come on, Huntley!" Maybe Angelo looked like a Brazilian underwear model, but he was the devil . "Give me ten more!" He grabbed on to Austin's knees. "Come on!"
"Fuck you," Austin grunted and did another sit-up. His T-shirt and shorts were soaked in sweat, and it had only been half an hour. It was fucking embarrassing. When he got home, maybe he'd even go into Jade's secret ice cream stash at the back of the freezer.
"Not while you're my client." Angelo winked.
Austin collapsed down on the floor and stared
Hours later, when Psycho—unaffected by the events—had bothered to come down here to deal with James's body, Cam and Austin dropped to their cots, both equally shell-shocked.
They couldn’t imagine what Lance was going through, having spent hours in that small space with a dead guy.
"Holy hell." Austin leaned forward on his knees and palmed his face. Flashing before his eyes, he saw his daughter and wife, and…he just couldn’t fathom the idea of taking any kind of "easy" way out. He had to be reunited with them. His daughter especially—it was killing Austin to be away from Riley.
*
James had only been the first guy.
"Do you want me to go with you?" Austin asked carefully.
Cam shook his head and swallowed hard. He needed to get rid of Austin before he embarrassed himself some more. Last night had been more than enough. "Look, I'm gonna get ready—"
"Yeah, no, of course." Austin stood up. "We'll talk later?"
"Sure thing."
When they were standing by the door, they said goodbye and Austin walked toward his Mercedes. "Wait—just one thing," Austin said, opening the door to his car. He tapped the top as if he was hesitant to speak. "Did you say something earlier about, uh, about a rule you'd break?"
Cam blinked slowly as he tried to catch up with Austin's thoughts. It hit him, and he bit back a laugh. Leaning against the doorframe, he folded his arms across his chest, feeling a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth.
"You really wanna bring that up, buddy?" He reached up and scratched his neck. This was fun. No, fuck that. This was fucking hilarious. Austin was uncomfortable, and he wasn’t even really looking Cam in the eye. Eye contact was usually Cam's problem. "Maybe it's best you run on home to the wifey. All right?"
"Or maybe you should answer my fucking question, Cam," Austin snapped irritably.
"Oh-ho!" Cam laughed. Christ, he wished he could read Austin's mind right now. Closing the door behind himself, he walked down the two steps and approached. "What do you really wanna know?" Standing on the other side of the open car door, Cam flashed a wicked grin.
"I want to know what you meant," Austin replied quietly, imploringly. "Same goes for what you said about the position you're usually in."
This was getting good. Almost too good. "It means I'm usually on top, Austin." Cam rested his forearms on the door. "And the rule?" He chuckled. "I was just fucking with you. Give it a rest."
Austin arched a brow behind his glasses. His confidence was back. "And who are you usually on top of?"
"What the fuck, man?" Cam cracked up again, took a step backward, and widened his arms. "Are you seriously asking me that? What do you want from me, huh?"
"An answer."
Cam was starting to wonder if he'd missed something. What had been on Austin's mind lately? 'Cause this was new. "I'm usually on top of whoever I'm banging—that what you wanted to hear?" He decided to lay it all out there. "Men, women, whatever. There. You got your answer." With a shake of his head, he turned around and walked inside.
He didn’t give a shit what people thought about his sexuality— usually . He couldn’t imagine Austin having any issues, but if he did? Fuck, Cam would care.
Son of a bitch, this wasn’t gonna be a good day. He could feel it.
Chapter 7
"Come on, Huntley!" Maybe Angelo looked like a Brazilian underwear model, but he was the devil . "Give me ten more!" He grabbed on to Austin's knees. "Come on!"
"Fuck you," Austin grunted and did another sit-up. His T-shirt and shorts were soaked in sweat, and it had only been half an hour. It was fucking embarrassing. When he got home, maybe he'd even go into Jade's secret ice cream stash at the back of the freezer.
"Not while you're my client." Angelo winked.
Austin collapsed down on the floor and stared
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