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  Gabe dug his heels into Cam’s back as his orgasm raced through him, hips pumping erratically as he fucked Cam’s hot mouth, blood roaring in his ears while his cries echoed around the terrace. He reached down and fisted his fingers in Cam’s hair just as his cock pulsed violently, his breath locking in his throat as the insane pleasure of the earth-shattering climax Cam had brought him to washed over him. Cam grunted and swallowed Gabe’s cum as if it was the finest elixir, his jaw and tongue working deeply as they milked his shaft to the very end.

  Gabe shuddered and groaned when Cam finally pulled his lips from his trembling cock. Cam rose above him and palmed his own dick, his hand establishing a fast rhythm as he stroked his engorged flesh toward an orgasm.

  Gabe sat up and moved Cam’s fingers aside. He gripped Cam’s hips, bowed his head, and took Cam in his mouth, eager to taste his man.

  Cam hissed, fire licking through his entire body from where Gabe’s lips and tongue sucked and played with his throbbing shaft. Cam twisted his hands in Gabe’s hair and held him in place while he thrust in and out of his delicious mouth, balls clenching at his impending orgasm, his senses still drowning in the intoxicating scent of Gabe’s recent climax.

  Cam grunted and exploded on Gabe’s tongue a moment later, pleasure tightening his spine and legs, his hips rolling wildly as he sprayed his cum down the back of Gabe’s hot throat.

  Cam withdrew his hard cock from Gabe’s greedy lips, ripped a condom open, and sheathed himself under his lover’s heated gaze. Gabe poured lube in one hand and reached down to finger himself, his face flushed with desire. Cam paused, the sight before his eyes so electrifying he could only stop and stare.

  Sweet Jesus.

  Gabe was lying on his back with his feet flat on the edge of the deck and his thighs spread wide. His cock swelled with fresh arousal as he dipped two fingers in and out of his hole, stretching his entrance for Cam, his eyes cobalt with passion and his mouth open on labored pants.

  Cam groaned, lubed his sheathed dick, and coated his hand liberally with the slippery liquid before pressing it to Gabe’s opening. Gabe lay back and sexily tugged his lower lip between his teeth as Cam took over readying him, two fingers gliding slickly in and out of his heated passage.

  “Cam!” Gabe moaned breathlessly. He flexed his hips as Cam thrust a third finger inside him. “Please, I want it—now!”

  Fuck.

  Cam scissored his fingers in Gabe’s hole a couple of times before slipping out of his body. He grabbed Gabe’s ass and tugged him closer, positioning Gabe’s opening flush against his sheathed dick where he stood at the edge of the bath.

  Gabe wrapped his legs around Cam’s waist and reached up to grab Cam’s shoulders, the hungry sounds he was making sending a trail of fire shooting to Cam’s groin.

  Cam impaled Gabe in one thrust, his aching cock gliding inside Gabe’s smooth passage to the hilt. Cam fixed Gabe’s ass into position and flexed and rolled his hips, repeatedly plunging his hard shaft into him, setting a punishing pace that had Gabe going wild beneath him and sent the bath water roiling noisily around Cam’s thighs.

  They climaxed a moment later, the ecstasy of their coupling too great for either of them to bear. Cam slipped out of Gabe’s body, discarded the first condom, and pulled a second one over his still-erect cock, sweat dripping down his face and his muscles trembling with tension. He entered Gabe while the latter’s passage still shivered and throbbed from his orgasm and leaned down over him, hands braced on either side of Gabe’s head.

  Gabe groaned and bit down on Cam’s shoulder as they started their fierce mating once more, his heels digging into Cam’s ass while his nails raked his back, his hungry hole pulsing and spasming around Cam’s dick.

  Cam lost himself in the man beneath him, taking him, fucking him like he’d been dying to do for over a week. He drove them both over the edge again and again, their guttural grunts of ecstasy filling the suite, Gabe’s chest and belly growing slick and sticky with sweat and cum from his multiple orgasms.

  It wasn’t until they’d both climaxed repeatedly that Cam finally slowed, his legs weak where he stood in the bath, his aching dick still wedged deep inside Gabe’s shivering passage. He slipped out, peeled the condom off, and covered Gabe with his body where he lay on his back on the deck.

  Gabe shuddered and twitched beneath him, his arms coming up to wrap around Cam’s shoulders while his legs stayed firmly locked around his waist.

  “Love you,” Gabe whispered in Cam’s right ear, his heated pants still labored and his voice dazed with pleasure. “I love you, Cam.”

  Cam stilled, his breath freezing in his throat at the murmured confession. He ignored the sudden icy band gripping his heart, rose up onto his elbows, and kissed Gabe fiercely.

  Chapter 4

  Gabe closed the door and stared at the dark apartment. Two weeks had passed since their trip to the hot springs. Cam hadn’t come home once since that weekend, his job keeping him working all the hours that God made in Singapore as his team raced to close a major deal. Gabe suspected that Cam was probably thankful for the distraction. Although they’d spent the rest of that weekend at the inn making love, Gabe knew the words he had spoken that first night had created a distance between them. Gabe had seen it deep in the gunmetal eyes watching him whenever Cam thought he wasn’t looking, a pensive, preoccupied look that spoke of a man wrestling with his inner demons.

  Gabe sighed, dropped his bag on an armchair, and headed into the state-of-the-art kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the cap before taking a swig of the amber liquid, his mind brimming with the thousand and one thoughts that had filled his every waking moment for the past weeks.

  Gabe knew that Cam loved him. Cam expressed it every time they kissed, every time they touched, every time he thrust his powerful body into Gabe’s. Gabe was also conscious of the fact that Cam would probably never tell him the three words he most wanted to hear.

  Although Gabe was grateful for their current relationship, his growing hunger for Cam meant he wanted his everything. His body, his mind, his soul. And his heart.

  Gabe wanted those three little words.

  Craved them like a thirsty man longing for a single drop of water.

  But Cam was not a man who could easily give himself to anyone. Not while the scars of his past remained so fresh.

  It was in the third month of their relationship that Cam had finally opened up to Gabe about his childhood. As Gabe cradled Cam’s head to his chest where they lay together in bed and listened to his horrific confessions, his heart had broken for the ten-year-old boy who had walked in on his mother while she was in her final death throes from a drug overdose. Though Gabe’s own relationship with his parents had become strained after he came out of the closet while he was in college, at least they were still alive.

  Cam had spoken of his harrowing time in the various institutions where he’d spent his early teens until he met Joe Cavendish, his best friend and the owner of Saron, the club where Gabe and Cam had met. Despite the emotion choking his throat, Gabe had chuckled at the two teenagers’ various escapades as they had grown up, always there for one another and watching each other’s backs.

  Gabe’s fingers had clenched in Cam’s hair when he told him of the night he and Joe had finally run away from the children’s home at age fifteen. It had been a stupid, brave, inane, and life-changing act—one that had sent their futures spiraling in vastly different directions and landed them in careers they could never have anticipated in a million years.

  Though they’d tried to keep in touch, fate had torn the two friends apart and they’d spent the next few years treading different paths in the same city, neither realizing they were living just a few miles from the other. While Cam had worked all hours in several manual jobs and often went without food while he studied for his SATs in public libraries, Joe had been lured into the sex and strip club scene, his tall, alluring physique making him out to be older than he looked.


  That they had found each other again twenty years later, in a country on the other side of the world, was a miracle both men had welcomed. Yet, despite their rekindled friendship and the fact that they were both wealthy and successful beyond their wildest dreams, the pair had struggled to let go of the darkness that still clouded their hearts.

  It had taken nearly losing the man he loved at the hands of a vicious stalker for Joe Cavendish to finally overcome his demons and admit his feelings for Ethan Skye, one of the bartenders at Saron and Gabe’s closest friend in the city. That Ethan had harbored shocking secrets of his own had stunned all of them when they were accidentally revealed by a mutual friend nearly a year ago. Ethan’s deliberate, yet justifiable deception, would have jeopardized the two men’s burgeoning relationship had Joe not utterly and completely fallen for Ethan. The way they now openly loved and teased one another sometimes sent a pang of envy through Gabe.

  He flicked on the lights as he walked through the apartment, his gaze sweeping the empty space. Though more than half a year had passed since he moved into Cam’s place and made it his home, Gabe could still see and feel his lover everywhere he looked—from the sleek lines of expensive furniture and the masculine decor, to Cam’s belongings scattered here and there.

  Gabe showered, ate dinner, and went to bed. His cell had remained silent that day, Cam evidently too busy to respond to the text Gabe had sent at lunchtime. Gabe placed the phone on the nightstand and pulled the covers back. Heat flooded his cheeks when he saw the shirt lying on the sheets.

  It was one of Cam’s.

  Gabe climbed in the bed and settled on his back before reaching for the garment. He blushed and buried his face in it, inhaling the scent of the man he loved.

  Like all the nights since he’d last seen Cam, Gabe reached down and touched his aching cock, one hand wrapping around his hardening shaft and setting a slow, punishing rhythm while he imagined Cam touching him.

  A moan left Gabe’s throat as he dipped his hand lower and touched his hole, his index finger slick with his pre-cum. He bit his lip and squeezed tightly, like Cam had taught him, before opening himself to his touch. He ran the pad of his finger around his sensitive rim and plunged deep inside, a second finger quickly joining the first one.

  Tension wound through Gabe as he rubbed his cock and finger-fucked himself, his ass lifting off the pillow as he bowed his back. His orgasm came too fast, his hips flexing up toward the ceiling, his ass clenching around his fingers while he pumped cum out into his hand, his labored grunts echoing around the room. Though his climax had his toes curling in the sheets, it wasn’t enough.

  Gabe closed his eyes and shuddered, an ache building deep inside him. Only Cam could give him the pleasure his body craved and the gratification his heart and soul sought.

  Cam dropped into the hotel chair and closed his eyes. It was past midnight in Singapore and he’d just finished at the office. He fished his cell out of his pocket and hesitated as he stared at Gabe’s message.

  The words Gabe had spoken in the aftermath of their lovemaking a fortnight ago at the hot springs still haunted Cam. His confession had sent a chill through Cam’s bones that had only grown in the time they’d been apart, a thorn that twisted and stabbed at his cold heart.

  Even though he cared deeply for Gabe, Cam didn’t think he could give him what he wanted. A fully loving, committed relationship. And Gabe deserved that more than anyone Cam knew—deserved to be happy, deserved to be cherished like the precious gift that he was.

  Deep down inside, Cam knew there might be a time when he would be forced to let Gabe go. Cam didn’t know if he would be selfless enough to do that though, when that time came. Didn’t think he could easily give Gabe to another man. Didn’t think he could relinquish the possessive feelings he harbored for him despite the fact that he couldn’t return Gabe’s love.

  Cam groaned and dropped his face in his hands. He wanted nothing more right now than to forget the storm of conflicting emotions raging through his heart and mind. And he knew of only one way to do this.

  He wanted to see Gabe. To kiss him. To touch him. To take him. To watch him come beneath him, body impaled by Cam’s cock, hole clenching and sucking Cam deeper into his body, fingers and heels digging into Cam’s flesh while he arched and cried out in pleasure.

  Cam felt his dick stiffen behind his zipper. He stumbled to the shower, stripped, and jerked off twice under the steaming water, the image of Gabe’s climaxing face imprinted on his inner vision as he stroked himself to his own shuddering orgasms.

  Chapter 5

  Gabe startled when his cell rang. He finished knotting his tie and strode to the nightstand. Relief flashed through him when he saw the caller ID. He picked up the phone and touched the screen.

  “Hey,” Cam said across the connection. The sound of traffic and a busy street rose in the background.

  “Hey,” Gabe murmured. He glanced at his watch. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the office already?”

  “I’m walking to the building right now. We had a late night at work, so I told the team to come in an hour after normal starting time.”

  Jealousy stabbed through Gabe at Cam’s words. Although he knew Cam would not cheat on him, the fact that he was spending all his time with men and women who probably wanted to sleep with him made Gabe oddly resentful.

  “That’s great,” Gabe said, trying not to grit his teeth. “When do you think you’ll be home?”

  Gabe winced at the way his words had come out.

  Jesus, I sound like his wife.

  There was a pause at the other end of the line.

  “Probably not this weekend either. We’re snowed under trying to seal this deal.”

  Pain lanced through Gabe’s chest at Cam’s carefully neutral voice. He took a shaky breath, wondering if his lover missed him as much as he did.

  “Okay,” Gabe managed. “I’ll be out late tonight, so don’t worry if I don’t answer my phone.”

  “Oh.” Surprise tinged Cam’s voice. “You going out with your colleagues?”

  Gabe ran a hand through his hair and stared blindly through the glass wall of their bedroom at the sunlit city beyond the terrace that ran the length of their apartment.

  “No, I’ll be at Saron.”

  Silence descended on the line.

  “You’ve been going there a lot lately,” Cam finally said.

  Gabe stilled and blinked. “Yeah, so?” he murmured, puzzled by Cam’s strangely bitter undertone.

  A sigh sounded on the line.

  “So, I don’t like it when you go there without me,” Cam said with frustrated possessiveness.

  Gabe’s eyes widened. He stared at his cell for a moment, not quite believing his ears. A bolt of irritation stabbed through him.

  This self-centered prick.

  Gabe kept his voice cool as he responded to Cam. “And why is that? Joe and Ethan are our friends, so I don’t quite see what you’re objecting to—”

  “I don’t like the way the men there look at you, okay?” Cam snapped. “Those guys always strip you with their eyes, even when I’m standing right next to you!”

  Gabe nearly dropped the cell in shock. He gaped at the screen, his heart thundering in his chest.

  “Gabe, you still there?” Cam barked.

  “Yeah,” Gabe mumbled, uncertain of how to react to Cam’s blatant jealousy.

  “Don’t go to Saron,” Cam ordered.

  Gabe opened and closed his mouth soundlessly at Cam’s haughty command. Fury surged through him in the next instant.

  What an asshole!

  “That is the most asinine thing you’ve ever said to me, Cam Sorvino!” Gabe hissed. “Now, reflect on your goddamn words and apologize to me when you’ve come to your fucking senses!”

  Gabe ended the call and dropped the phone on the bed, his hands shaking.

  The cell rang five seconds later. Gabe hesitated before picking it up.

  “Yes?”

  “I forbid you
to go there!” Cam growled.

  Gabe scowled. “Oh, yeah? Well, try and stop me, you narcissistic moron!”

  Gabe disconnected and turned the phone off when it started blaring again.

  “Wow,” Ethan Skye murmured. “What a giant dick.”

  Gabe grimaced as he gazed at the blond bartender.

  “I know, right?”

  Ethan finished mixing a drink and served it to the man who’d ordered it. He hesitated as he turned to Gabe where the latter sat on a barstool at Saron’s counter, chin resting in his hand while he gloomily nursed his Scotch.

  “I kinda know what he means though,” Ethan said. “Not that I’m saying he’s right,” he added at Gabe’s frown. “It’s just—well, there’s no other way to say this.” He took a deep breath. “You’re—”

  “An incredible hottie that any man would die to have under him and any woman would kill to have above her,” muttered the handsome guy with black-rimmed specs beside Ethan.

  Gabe gaped at Akihito, one of the other bartenders.

  Ethan shrugged. “Yup, that pretty much sums it up.”

  Akihito waved a finger under Gabe’s stunned face. “And I’m saying this as a happily married man with a kid.” He moved to the other end of the bar and started serving customers.

  Gabe groaned and placed his hands over his hot face.

  “Maybe you need to teach Cam a lesson,” Ethan said pensively. He narrowed his green eyes at Gabe. “Hey, you tried topping him?”

  Gabe’s elbows slipped from the counter as he nearly fell off the barstool.

  “No!”

  Gabe’s ears flamed as he imagined himself taking Cam. He shook his head vehemently, the mental picture anathema to him.