Page 62 of Beautifully Devoted

Nah, fuck that. I want to come then pass out. Priorities.

No sooner does that thought cross my mind—accompanied by an involuntary little hip swivel—than a low, subtle whistle sounds next to us.

“Damn, when you two put on an act you go all in.” Bennet’s voice is just familiar enough to pierce the fog of lust between us. Cam tries to pull back, but I follow, nipping playfully at his bottom lip.

“She’s not watching anymore.” Cam’s whisper is more like a growl that makes my dick jump behind my zipper. “You can stop.”

“I’m not doing this for her,” I say against his mouth.

“What for then?”

“For me.” I lick the seam of his lips, coaxing them open so I can taste him again, my whole body going a little noodly as his flavor overwhelms my senses. But before I can get totally lost in him, we’re interrupted. Again.

“Aww, fuck,” Bennet groans. “I did hear you two fucking the other morning. I swear to God if I find you boning anywhere but your bedrooms, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“You didn’t hear shit.” I turn my head to face Bennet without moving from Cam’s hold. “We were totally quiet.”

“You weren’t as loud as Liam and Cruz can get; I’ll give you that. But you sure as shit weren’t quiet.”

“I screamed into a pillow. No way you heard that.” I let my hand drop from Cam’s waist so I can twist just enough that my dick isn’t rubbing on his, but not enough to fully face Bennet and end up giving him an eyeful.

“People aren’t the only things that make noise during sex.” He rolls his eyes. “You need to invest in some WD40 before your next romp.”

“Your bed is a little squeaky.” I look into Cam’s eyes for the first time since our lips met and am pleased to find they still seem a little lust drunk. It’s a sexy look on him.

“That was over a week ago.” Cam’s eyes blink into focus as he seems to come back to the present. “You didn’t say anything.”

“What would I say? Sounds like someone had a good morning? Is it a walk of shame when you only have to go across the hall?”

I snort-laugh at that since it’s a good one.

“No, I mean you don’t seem surprised we…you know,” Cam clarifies.

“Sort of figured you two have been banging all along.” Bennet lifts a flippant shoulder.

“I told you sitting on my lap all the time would make people think we’re boyfriends.” Cam shoots me a pointed look, which I ignore, same as always.

“First time, actually,” I tell Bennet as I wink at Cam, and my belly makes this interesting little flutter when his cheeks start to flush.

“So, I’m living with two couples now?” Bennet glances between the two of us with resignation.

“We’re uh—”

“Dicks will stay inside our pants outside the bedroom,” I interrupt Cam and hold my hand up like I’m taking an oath. “Scouts honor.”

“Were you just going to say you aren’t dating?” Bennet asks Cam.

“We, uh… Fuck, if I know. There hasn’t been a discussion about labels or anything...” His face just keeps getting redder, and its fucking adorable. “I mean, I don’t think Jagger has one for himself much less for us, and then there’s the whole coming out thing and…yeah. We maybe aren’t to that point yet.”

“Newsflash, bro. You kind of did just come out. In a big way. The entire bar saw it. There’s probably video and everything,” Bennet says.

“What?” Cam’s eyes dart between me and Bennet. “Video of what? Us kissing?”

“That wasn’t kissing, it was fucking with your mouths,” Bennet snorts.

“Was it hot?” I ask.

“If you like that sort of thing.” He shrugs.

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