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  Gabe relaxed his stiff shoulders and was urging himself to go to sleep when his cell dinged on the night stand. He reached for the phone, read the message on the screen, and smiled faintly as some of his tension eased.

  Cam: I’m sorry for being an asshole.

  Chapter 3

  Cam breathed a sigh of relief when Gabe replied to his text.

  Gabe: You were. One giant asshole.

  Cam glanced around the luxurious guest room in the soft glow of the nightstand lamp from where he sat on the bed, his back propped on a pillow against the headboard. He tapped out another message.

  Cam: This room is nice and all, but I’d rather be in your bed right now.

  Gabe replied immediately.

  Gabe: Well, you can’t. House rules.

  Cam pursed his lips.

  Cam: The house rules suck.

  Gabe: Not that I want to gloat or anything, but I told you so.

  Cam frowned at that. An evil smile curved his lips in the next instant. He keyed in a reply.

  Cam: Did I ever tell you how much I like breaking rules?

  He chuckled when his cell rang two seconds later.

  “You had better not come over here, Cameron Sorvino!” Gabe hissed in his ear. “I will never hear the end of it if my parents hear us having sex!”

  Heat flashed through Cam. Although he knew Gabe couldn’t see him, he arched an eyebrow. “Who said anything about having sex?”

  Awkward silence descended on the line. Gabe cursed under his breath.

  Cam’s cock stirred. I bet he’s blushing right now.

  A devilish idea came to him in that instant.

  “Is that what you thought we’d be doing, Gabe?” Cam said, deliberately dropping his voice to the husky octave that made Gabe go wild in bed.

  The sound of Gabe’s breath shuddering out of him was all it took for Cam’s dick to come to full attention. He dropped a hand to his groin and imagined Gabe doing the same where he lay in his own bed on the other side of the mansion.

  “Do you want that, Gabe?” Cam continued throatily as he started stroking himself through his pajamas. “Do you want me to come over there, climb on top of you, spread your thighs with my hands, and stick my thick cock inside your hole?”

  Gabe’s sultry hum echoed softly in Cam’s ears. “Hmm. You can’t.”

  “Then how about you show me instead?” Cam said, slipping a hand inside his pajamas to palm his naked dick.

  “What?!” Gabe squealed after a shocked pause.

  “You heard me right the first time, you little tease,” Cam said, a hiss of pleasure slipping out of him as he stroked a thumb across the sensitive head of his cock. “Now, turn your phone camera on and show me what I’m gonna be missing for the next two nights.”

  For a moment, Cam thought Gabe would refuse.

  “Can you see?” Gabe finally said in that breathless voice that told Cam he was turned on as fuck.

  Cam’s pulse spiked. He snatched the cell from his ear, his hand stilling on his swollen dick while he stared intently at the screen. He could barely make out Gabe’s shadowy shape against the gloomy background.

  “Switch your bedside lamp on,” Cam said. He sat up straighter against the headboard and kicked the bedcovers off his legs while Gabe twisted and flicked a switch.

  Gabe’s mussed up hair and flushed face came into view in the golden light. He was wearing a gray T-shirt and matching checkered pajama bottoms.

  “Strip,” Cam said, excitement sending his heart thundering against his ribs.

  Gabe blinked, shock flaring across his face. “I—” He stopped and glanced at something at the opposite end of the room.

  The door, probably.

  “Do the house rules say you can’t get naked under your own roof?” Cam said.

  Gabe hesitated before biting his lip and shaking his head.

  “Then strip, Gabe,” Cam ordered silkily.

  Color bloomed on Gabe’s cheeks at Cam’s command. Cam knew how much Gabe loved it when he took that tone in the bedroom and dominated him during sex.

  A view of Gabe’s bedroom ceiling appeared for precious seconds while he put the phone down and got off the bed, the rustle of clothes telling Cam he was undressing.

  Gabe’s naked ass flashed past the cell camera as he climbed back on the mattress. He picked up the phone and gazed at Cam heatedly.

  Cam groaned at the sight of Gabe’s bare chest and nipples. “More.” He yanked his own pajamas down his hips and freed his aching cock. “I want to see all of you.”

  The way Gabe’s eyes darkened and he tugged his lower lip sexily between his strong, white teeth told Cam how much that idea was blowing his mind.

  The camera view changed jerkily while Gabe grabbed a pillow and propped the cell against it at the end of the bed. Cam’s mouth went dry as he watched Gabe place another pillow against the headboard and settle there.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Cam whispered, his hand getting busy on his dick once more while his greedy eyes roamed Gabe’s delicious, naked body.

  Gabe’s chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths where he sat on his bed. His blue eyes were dark with passion and his swollen cock was already leaking pre-cum.

  “Touch yourself, Gabe,” Cam said, tingles of pleasure dancing through his rock-hard shaft as he rubbed himself. “Show me what you want me to do to you.”

  Gabe hesitated before dropping his right hand to his cock. He closed his fingers around the base of his shaft and stroked them up in a slow, wicked move that made Cam curse.

  “Jesus, Gabe!” Cam growled, his hand clenching painfully on his own cock to stop himself from coming there and then. “I want to walk out of this room, come over there, and suck your dick until you’re bone dry!”

  “Cam!” Gabe moaned, hips rolling and jerking off the mattress as he set himself a sweetly punishing pace, his fingers slick with pre-cum where he worked his glistening flesh.

  “Show me, Gabe,” Cam ordered between clenched teeth. “Show me everything you want me to do to you.”

  Gabe’s hand stilled on himself for a moment. His gaze grew hooded as he stared straight at the camera. Then, he brought his left hand to his lips.

  Blood roared in Cam’s ears as he watched Gabe suck two fingers into the hot depths of his mouth and make them nice and wet all the way to the second knuckles.

  Holy shit.

  Cam’s breathing froze when Gabe took his fingers out with a wet popping sound and brought them down to his groin. He widened his legs and slipped his slick digits in the crease beneath his twitching balls.

  “More,” Cam whispered hoarsely. “Your legs. Spread them more.”

  Gabe panted and obeyed, bending his knees and spreading his thighs wide open. He tilted his hips forward until his pink pucker was finally exposed to the camera.

  “Fuck!” Cam hissed at the wicked sight of Gabe touching and rubbing his own ass.

  As if he knew exactly what Cam wanted to see next, Gabe slipped one, then two fingers past the tight rings of muscles guarding his entrance. A hum of pleasure vibrated out of him and he arched his back beautifully against the headboard while he seated his digits fully inside himself.

  Cam gritted his teeth. “Does it feel good, Gabe?”

  Gabe blinked dazedly at the camera.

  Cam cursed again as Gabe tightened himself around his fingers, his hole clenching and contracting lewdly, sucking his two digits in even more.

  “Yessss!” Gabe whimpered. “It’s good.” He tugged his lower lip between his teeth as he withdrew his fingers and thrust them back inside his hole, a guttural sound leaving him. “But not as good as your dick, Cam.” He repeated the move and continued working his rock-hard shaft, fucking his ass with one hand while he rubbed himself sensuously with the other.

  Sweat beaded Cam’s upper lip as he watched the decadent show Gabe was putting on for him. He accelerated the pace of his hand on his own throbbing cock.

  Gabe writhed and danced in front of the
camera, his right hand occasionally leaving his leaking cock to tug and twist at his hard nipples while he carried on thrusting his fingers in and out of his spasming ass.

  Tension wound through Cam as the first pulse of his orgasm danced down his spine. “Oh fuck, Gabe! I’m getting close!”

  “Yes!” Gabe sang, his hands moving faster and faster on and inside himself as he rolled his hips, his sweat-slick chest glistening in the soft light bathing his room.

  “Shit!” Cam groaned. “Find something to bite down on!”

  Gabe stared fuzzily at the camera.

  “You know how loud you get when you come!” Cam panted, pushing down on the explosive climax coiling in the pit of his belly and his balls.

  Gabe leaned sideways and grabbed his T-shirt from the floor. He shoved a mouthful of it between his teeth, grabbed his dick, and slid down the bed slightly. He widened his thighs even more, worked his hole with powerful thrusts of his fingers, and stroked and rubbed his shaft and the head of his cock, his keens and moans muffled by the material.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cam chanted between clenched teeth as his climax finally hit him. He thrust his hips jerkily off the bed while his cock exploded and spurted thick streams of cum all over his belly, pleasure sending blood thundering in his ears and causing his vision to flicker with white light.

  Gabe stilled on the screen. He bowed his spine and came violently, his corded neck and face flushed a dull crimson as he stifled his cries of pleasure, ass dancing off the mattress and dick trembling and jerking while it shot sticky white jets all up his chest.

  So beautiful. God, he’s so fucking beautiful!

  Cam’s heart pounded savagely in his chest as he stared at Gabe, his own body slowly relaxing in a warm, post-orgasmic glow as the final pulses of his climax started to fade.

  Gabe joined him there a moment later, his blue eyes opening languorously where he’d sagged against the headboard, red flags of color still painted across his cheekbones. He removed the damp T-shirt from his mouth and dropped it onto the floor, his pants loud across the connection as he slowly straightened his legs.

  “Hmm,” Cam purred. “I want to come over there and lick that sweet stuff off your body.”

  Gabe groaned, a muffled chuckle escaping his swollen lips where he’d bitten and gnawed them during his explosive orgasm. “Don’t you dare, you beast.”

  “Can we do this again tomorrow night?” Cam said.

  Gabe blinked on the screen. “You’re joking, right?”

  “Does this look like my joking face?” Cam said testily. He grabbed his cock and angled his phone so the camera was pointed at his groin.

  “No, that looks like your well-used dick,” Gabe said breathlessly. “Fuck, I want that inside me.”

  Cam grinned and tilted the camera so he was looking at Gabe again. “So, that’s a yes to more phone sex?”

  Gabe rolled his eyes. “Yes, you ass.”

  Chapter 4

  They never got to stay another night.

  They were having breakfast in the greenhouse the next morning when Gabe’s father dropped a bombshell.

  “After further discussion, we’ve decided that it would not be convenient for us to attend your wedding,” George said calmly where he sat drinking coffee at the head of the table. “You are welcome to continue visiting with us until you leave tomorrow.”

  Gabe’s stomach dropped. His mother’s fingers stilled on her knife and fork where she was cutting into her poached egg opposite him. A faint frown danced across his sister’s face where she sat beside her.

  Gabe carefully put his own cutlery down and turned to look at his father, the little appetite he’d had since they’d sat down at the breakfast table gone. Anger surged through him as he studied the man watching him with a cold expression. He’d thought that when the invitation was extended for him and Cam to come here, it meant his family had finally come to terms, however grudgingly, with his sexuality and that they had unofficially agreed to attend his and Cam’s wedding. He was about to ask his father exactly what the inconvenience was when Cam spoke beside him, stealing the words from his mouth.

  “And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?” Cam said in a silky voice that told Gabe he was seconds away from blowing his fuse.

  Gabe reached under the table and grasped Cam’s hand where he’d fisted it on his knee.

  George’s gaze switched from Cam to Gabe. He arched an eyebrow. “You can’t honestly expect us to forgive and forget what you did, Gabe. What you are, in fact, still doing.”

  Gabe felt the blood drain from his face at the blatant condemnation in his father’s eyes.

  “George,” Cathy whispered pleadingly, her expression ashen as she stared at her husband.

  A vein throbbed in Melissa’s temple. She put her cup of coffee down with a thunk that drew everyone’s gaze.

  George frowned. “Do you have something to say, Melissa?”

  “It doesn’t matter whether I have something to say or nor, does it, Dad?” Melissa said between clenched teeth.

  Gabe blinked, surprised at the animosity he could read in Melissa’s eyes as she glared at their father. Then Cam was rising to his feet beside him.

  “Why exactly did you ask us to come and meet with you if you’d already made up your mind?” Cam said icily. “Was it to humiliate us?” He glanced at Gabe. “To humiliate him?”

  “Cam,” Gabe murmured. He got up and touched Cam’s shoulder, shocked at the rage vibrating through his lover. “Please, don’t make a—”

  “What, make a scene?” Cam interrupted. He looked from Gabe’s stricken expression to the man at the head of the table. “The one making the scene here is your father, Gabe.” He cast his napkin on the table, clasped Gabe’s hand tightly, and glared at Gabe’s father. “I pity you.” He glanced at Cathy and Melissa. “I pity all of you. Because you don’t see it. You don’t see how beautiful Gabe is inside and out.”

  Gabe’s breath caught at the love and adoration blazing out of Cam’s stormy gray eyes.

  “I was a broken man when I met your son,” Cam said to George and Cathy. “I was someone who wasn’t capable of love. Someone who’d spent his entire adult life determined never to get hurt again, like his own mother had hurt him when he was a child. All that changed the day I met Gabe.” He turned, cradled Gabe’s face lightly with his free hand, and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “He taught me so much. How to love. How to laugh. How to fight and make up. And every day that I spend with Gabe is another day I thank God for the gift He granted me when He gave me your son.”

  Tears blurred Gabe’s vision. He heard a sniff from across the way and wasn’t sure if it’d come from his mother or his sister. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, unable to tear his gaze from the face of the man he loved.

  “So, yes, I pity you,” Cam said. A scowl darkened his features. “That you’re still unable to accept Gabe for who he is, even after everything he went through ten years ago at the hands of Andrew is something I can’t—”

  Gabe closed his eyes at the same time his mother gasped out, “What do you mean? What did—what did Andrew do?!”

  Cam’s fingers clenched around Gabe’s.

  Gabe took a deep breath and opened his eyes to meet Cam’s shocked stare, his legs so weak he thought he might fall but for Cam’s steady grip.

  “They don’t know?” Cam asked him harshly.

  “Don’t know what?” Melissa said on the other side of the table, her knuckles white on her napkin.

  Gabe swallowed convulsively as he gazed at Cam. “I—I never told them. I—,” his voice broke slightly, “—I couldn’t. It happened ten days after I came out to them.”

  Cam swore, let go of Gabe’s hand, and closed his arms around Gabe in a fierce embrace. “God, Gabe! You mean you went through that hell by yourself?!” His voice trembled as he buried his face in Gabe’s hair.

  “If something happened between Gabe and his—boyfriend,” George spat out, “he has no one to
blame but himself for his lifestyle choices.”

  Gabe froze in Cam’s arms. He shut his eyes tightly once more, shame and anger swirling through him in equal measure at his father’s cruel words, the memories from that horrific night washing over him in giant waves that threatened to drown him.

  It was only the warmth and solid strength of the man who was holding him in that moment that saved him from falling completely into the abyss.

  “George!” Cathy snapped.

  “Dad! That’s a horrible—” Melissa started.

  “So, you think your son deserved to be drugged by someone he trusted and gang raped on camera?” Cam said in a low voice, the rage burning through him so strong he feared he’d bite his tongue off.

  A shocked cry escaped Cathy. Melissa rose to her feet and clutched her mother’s shoulder.

  “You truly believe that Gabe warranted that terrible fate because he’s gay?” Cam roared, his gaze on the man at the head of the table.

  George Anderson had turned to stone where he sat.

  “That he deserved to be so emotionally scarred by that experience he couldn’t let another person touch him for eight years and had to move to another country to start afresh, even after hundreds of hours of therapy?!” Cam growled while Gabe shivered and trembled in his arms. “Well, if that’s what you truly think, then we have nothing else to say to one another!”

  Cam stepped back and cradled Gabe’s face gently in his hands. His heart throbbed at the hurt and guilt in the beautiful blue eyes opposite his. “I’m leaving. Are you coming with me?”

  Gabe shuddered. He inhaled shakily and nodded once, fingers rising to clutch Cam’s wrists, clinging to him as if he were his lifeline. Cam kissed the tear drops on Gabe’s eyelashes, took his hand, and led him out of greenhouse.

  Cathy and Melissa were standing in the foyer when they came down minutes later with their suitcases.

  “Gabe,” Cathy said tremulously, her eyes red and her face ghostly pale. “Please, don’t go. We can talk this—”

  Cam took the wedding invitation out of his jacket and pressed the envelope in her hand. “I doubt we’ll see you there.” He glanced at Melissa’s stricken expression. “But that’s where it’s happening, just in case.”