Page 15 of Caged Hunger

They were all in the large park, sitting in the middle of the town square. The town was having a summertime barbecue, trying to raise money for the retirement home that housed a large portion of their population—or so it seemed.

He, Ace, and Alexis were on bar duty, selling booze and sodas to those in attendance. Marcus supplied the sound equipment, while Blade used his laptop to shuffle music. As it turned out, Blade had a wide variety of musical choices, ranging from Metallica and Godsmack to Adele and the Backstreet Boys. He even managed to find a few J.Lo and Rihanna songs. So it was decided that Blade would play DJ, shuffling music that was kid-friendly but biker-appropriate—whatever that was.

Taking a deep breath, Cameron mentally prepared for the battle of the heavy beer cases. Placing his hands on both sides, he stopped when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.

“Here. Let me.”

Cameron looked up just in time to watch the behemoth ex-con bouncer reach past him, grab all three cases, and lift them like they weighed less than air.

“Holy mother.” Cameron gasped, clutching his invisible pearls. “Are you seriously carrying all three?”

Basher turned and glanced down at him with concern.

“Did you not need all of these?”

Cameron shook his head. “No—I mean, yes, we need them. I’m just shocked that your arms haven’t fallen off and that you’re still standing upright.”

Basher smirked.

“Please. I bench more than four times this weight on chest day. Now, where do you want these?”

Still not believing his eyes, Cameron bounced in front of him, grabbed the small bag of supplies, then quickly turned and led the way. “Right this way, Hercules.”

They made their way across the parking lot and headed toward the table that Ace and Alexis were setting up.

From the corner of his eye, he watched as his silent hero walked steadily next to him. He still couldn’t believe that one man could carry so much weight and not even break a sweat. The guy must eat his spinach and protein shakes every day.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” Basher apologized, startling Cameron out of his inner-thought bubble.

He looked up at Basher with a questioning gaze.

“Sometimes I don’t realize how scary my size and temper can be to some people,” Basher continued, lowering his eyes as if ashamed of what he had done. “Seeing me beat that guy yesterday must have been pretty scary.”

Cameron shook his head.

“Oh no. You have nothing to apologize for. Actually, it was kind of hot. I’ve never had someone step in and defend my honor like that.” He suddenly blushed, realizing what he had just admitted to.

The corner of Basher’s mouth turned upward slightly, as if pleased to hear his confession.

Fuck. How could one man be so goddamn sexy?

Basher was a complete mystery when it came to his sexuality. He looked and acted straight as fuck, yet every so often, Cameron would catch Basher watching him as if he were something to be devoured and ravaged.

The thought of Basher throwing him down on the ground, then having his way with him, was just… too fucking hot to fathom.

Just the thought made Cameron’s dick perk up. It had been way too long since he’d had a good pounding. He didn’t get many dates. He wasn’t sure whether it was because he worked for Marcus and his crew—who had a bit of a reputation—or because people just weren’t that attracted to him.

Judging by the number of subscribers and the tips he got on his adults-only site, he didn’t think his looks were the issue.

Come to think of it, when was the last time he had a collaboration on his site with another performer?

It had been a while. Perhaps it was time to call up one of his “friends” and see if they were interested in showing his ass a bit of attention.

“Jesus, look at those guns!” Ace said, watching Basher as he approached their table.

“You can drop those cases behind the table,” Cameron noted, pointing to the ground just behind Ace, who was… apparently ogling the new bouncer.

“Put your eyes back in your head, or you're not getting any dick tonight before bed,” Blade shouted from where he was unpacking a few things at the next table over. “And you!” Blade said, turning his attention to Basher. “Stop throwing that built bod of yours around, especially around the gay boys. I don’t need to be getting a complex because you just so happen to hit the gym religiously and have a smoking-hot body to show for it.”