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He seemed to be the protector of Cameron and Jay. But now with Ethan in his life, he would finally have someone to take care of him.
“This better be important,” Ethan grunted when he answered, sounding tired and half-asleep.
I chuckled. “It is. The boys have a Christmas tradition, and for some reason, they think it won’t happen just because we’re here.”
“Well, that’s fuckin’ ridiculous,” he grumbled, his southern accent making its appearance since he was still sleepy. It was always thicker when he was tired.
“We’re meeting at Cameron’s in two hours.”
Ethan yawned. “I’ll get the grumpy one up.”
I snorted. “See you in a bit.”
I ended the call and then rolled Cameron over to his back to press a kiss to his lips. He twined his arms around my neck, a smile playing at his lips when I leaned up so I could look down at him. “Let’s get a shower,” I told him. I waggled my brows at him. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll even make it fun.”
He laughed and lightly shoved at my shoulders. “I don’t have clothes.”
I winked at him. “You can wear mine.” Licking my lips, I ran my eyes over him, picturing him in a pair of my sweats and one of my t-shirts. Groaning, I murmured, “Fuck yes, you can wear my clothes.”
“You’re insatiable,” Cameron murmured, but he tugged me down to him, our cocks slotting together perfectly.
A wicked smirk tilted my lips as I wrapped my fist around our cocks. He moaned, his eyes fluttering for a moment before he locked those pretty blues back on my dark eyes. “I sure as hell don’t see you complaining.”
He shook his head. “Nope.” He tugged me down further. “Now kiss me.”
He sure didn’t have to tell me twice.
Cameron lived in a small, single-family home. The exterior was white with blue shutters. He had a flower bed along the front of the house, though nothing was blooming due to it being wintertime. I’d have to plant some flowers for him that thrived in winter so he always had color. My boy needed to be surrounded by all the beautiful things in life.
Pictures lined the walls inside his house. After I toed off my shoes by the front door, I began looking through all of them while Cameron dipped into what appeared to be the kitchen. There were pictures of him, Jay, and Draven. A much younger Cameron was in some of the pictures with a beaming couple, who were clearly his parents. But there weren’t any past a certain age.
“Your parents?” I asked when Cameron came to stand beside me. He handed me a mug of coffee as he nodded his head. “Thank you, boy,” I murmured, taking a sip of it. Holy shit, my boy knew how to make good coffee.
“They passed away when I was thirteen,” he told me. A sad frown tugged at my lips as I looked down at him. “They left me this home. My grandmother took care of the property taxes every year until I was old enough to gain my inheritance.”
“I’m sorry you lost them,” I murmured. Even in my thirties, I couldn’t imagine a life without my parents in it. It made my gut cramp. When I was in the States, we visited each other frequently. I couldn’t imagine not having that right now.
Cameron sighed. “They had happy, fulfilling lives, even if they were taken too young. I just wish their deaths hadn’t been so violent.” He looked up at me, pain lingering in the depths of his eyes, giving me a glimpse of the young, thirteen-year-old boy who still needed to heal from the loss of his parents. “A drunk driver took them out. He’s walking as a free man now.”
I clenched my jaw, wishing I could do something to make that bastard disappear for what he’d ripped from my boy.
I cupped his cheek and stroked my thumb beneath his eye. “I know it’s not the same, but my parents will love you.”
He chuckled, his cheeks reddening. “I doubt they’ll love me that much.”
I snorted and followed him into the kitchen. He pointed to a barstool, so I obediently took my seat as he began tying an apron around his waist. Fuck, he looked so cute and domesticated. What would it be like to bend him over the counter and fuck him with him wearing nothing but that apron?
“Are you kidding me?” I asked him, focusing back on his face. A blush was staining his cheeks as if heknewwhat I had been thinking of. “They’ve been begging me to find someone to settle down with.”
“Do they know of your sexuality?” Cameron asked me.
“That I’m pansexual?” I asked him. He nodded. “Yeah, they know. They’ve been accepting since I figured it out and told them.”
He smiled at me. “I love that for you.”
I chuckled. “They’re very big supporters of the LGBT community.Màehas an entire wardrobe dedicated to PRIDE month, and she thoroughly enjoys pissing off every asshole in the town they live in with her unconditional acceptance of the community.”
Cameron laughed as he began to measure flour. Reaching up, he scratched at his cheek, smearing flour there. My heart softened. He really couldn’t be more fucking perfect.
