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teeth.
“What are you doing to me?”
Before Cam answered, he guided Thorn back to Brenna’s waiting pussy. She was just as tight, and now even more aroused so that he felt every bit of her all around him. The memory of that solid hand touching him in all the right places pushed him so close to orgasm.
“She was going to cross the finish line before you,” Cam explained. “So I helped you along.”
And how…
Thorn was as straight as a guy could be, but…wow. Cam’s touch had felt damn good—way too good for his peace of mind.
And then he wasn’t thinking of anything as the detective’s mouth covered Brenna’s clit again. He sucked, she screamed, Thorn pushed in frantically against her pulsing walls—then the explosion came.
Huge. The thing was of mythical proportions. The feats of the Greek gods weren’t nearly as amazing as this. The orgasm shot down his spine, burned and churned between his legs…then burst all the sensation through his body like a supernova spewing matter through the universe.
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
Long moments later, spent, he sagged over the damp skin of Brenna’s back.
“Are you okay?” She looked over her shoulder at him.
He kissed her shoulder. Damn amazing woman. She’d just been tag teamed by two horny guys—twice in the last eight hours—and she worried about him. She’d cooked for him too. That slight Texas drawl was sweet, the equivalent of sugar for his dick.
“Fine, baby. You?”
She just hummed and let her body go even more limp.
And then there was Cam. Their…contact had not been strictly heterosexual. Hell, Thorn would make pulp of the asshole’s face who suggested otherwise. But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been affected by Cam’s hands on his balls last night or stroking his dick just minutes ago. Even the thought, and interest stirred down south.
“As much fun as this party has been, I’m going to need a little relief,” the detective said through gritted teeth.
Yeah, if he hadn’t already come, he’d be a raving lunatic by now.
Thorn withdrew from Brenna’s sweet body and sat on the couch, removing the condom. He tugged Brenna down on his lap, and she curled up against him, her head on his shoulder.
“Can you suck him, baby?” Thorn whispered in her ear. “He’s in a bad way.”
She didn’t answer. At all. Her deep, even breathing told him what had happened.
A moment later, Cam confirmed it. “She’s asleep. Leave her be.”
“What about you?” Thorn frowned.
“You offering to help me?” With a grimace, Cam began to stroke his long length in slow motions. The pad of his thumb led the slow stroke up the inches of his cock, pressing into the sensitive spot where the shaft and the head joined before gliding back down.
Thorn could barely tear his gaze away. It was another guy, stroking his own meat. Normally, that would be just fucking nasty to him. But something about watching Cam leisurely ramp up his pleasure was getting to him. Already his own dick was starting to stir.
“Like you helped me?” He injected a sneer in his voice.
“Like that.”
“Dude, you’re making a move on me?”
Cam lifted his huge, muscled shoulders in a shrug. “She’s asleep, and doing this shit to yourself isn’t that fun… You’re the only other person here.”
He sounded so casual, like it was no big deal to him whether another guy touched his dick or not. Then again, to him, maybe it wasn’t.
“Are you gay?”
Cameron laughed and rolled his eyes. “No. I’m open-minded.”
Now what the hell did that mean? He swung both ways? “You ever fucked a guy?”
“Once.” No hesitation, no looking away, no embarrassment. “In college.”
Thorn was weirded out by the answer. He was, right? Of course. For the most part. But another part of him… “If it was only once, it must have been awful.”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. It was just different.” Again, he shrugged, still stroking his cock. “I was into women and still am. I was just curious to see how the other team played.”
Thorn tried not to be distracted, tried to focus just on what Cam was saying, but the sight of that hand slowly, slowly stroking his cock was hard to look away from.
“But you never did it again?”
“Haven’t had the right opportunity, right person. I might never have that again. I love women, so it’s cool.”
He loved women too. If he had his way, women would always be like a glass of water to him—six to eight a day for good health. Yet watching Cam rub a thumb over the purple head of his dick and soothe the long shaft in his broad palm over and over had him hard once more.
What the hell was wrong with him? Until this moment, he’d never thought about how the other team played, and he didn’t want to play for them now. But Cam made him just a little bit curious…
Suddenly, the detective tensed, shuddered, moaned. He picked up speed, his hand rubbing his length faster, his palm gripping tighter.
Thorn was glued to the show. Brenna shifted in his lap, and he absently petted her back and hip as she slept. But he wasn’t hard because he had his arms full of sated woman. It was all the visual spectacle of Cam masturbating.
“The idea doesn’t repulse you,” Cam asserted with a pointed glance at Thorn’s hard cock.
He followed that by savage strokes of his hand over his flesh. The head turned more purple. Cam’s breathing hitched. The muscles of his thighs stood out. He was getting closer, Thorn knew. And still he couldn’t look away.
“It should. Normally, it would.”
“But you want to see me come.” It wasn’t a question.
Thorn’s arms tightened around Brenna. He hesitated, not wanting to answer. In his head, he heard the Final Jeopardy music. Cam was waiting for an answer.
With the last mental boing, Thorn blurted, “Yeah.”
“I’m private,” Cam whispered. “Normally I wouldn’t do this. But sharing Brenna made everything different for me. I don’t think we’re done with her.”
Or necessarily with each other.
The unspoken words hung in the air.
A hot chill raced up Thorn’s spine. He was terrified, horny and weirded out all at once. But the overload of emotions wasn’t enough to stop the freight train from barreling down the track.
“Finish it. I want to watch.”
Cam gave him a shaky nod, then his fist began pounding his cock. His biceps flexed, the veins in his hand stood out as his cock swelled and his balls drew up to his body. Those Native American cheekbones flushed with arousal. The little buttons of his nipples drew up into tight pinpoints.
Without thinking, Thorn reached out and scraped the bud of his finger over Cam’s nipple.
As if it was the trigger for a cataclysm, Cam’s head jerked back and he let out a massive roar. Hot seed jetted out, spilling all over his thighs.
And for some reason, that was one of the most mesmerizing things Thorn had ever witnessed. What the hell was that about?
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