Page 22 of The Stranger's Code

“Fuck, Cam…” It was my turn to groan as I watched him work. His movements were needy, his tongue lapping at the head of my cock, his lips rapidly taking more of me in, inch by inch. His eyes never left mine, either, watching me as I watched him, the connection between us feeling tangible, inevitable.

“Cam… if you keep… fuck…” I groaned again, into the night, my cock getting stiffer and stiffer. Just then, my hips started to move against him, my shaft steadily pumping in and out of Cameron’s mouth, as if I were fucking him deep. Cameron whimpered at the motion but didn’t ask me to stop or move away, taking all of me in stride.

“Mine… you’re mine, Cam…” I said, between moans, my hips still bucking against his mouth. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to have you. Ever. Understood?”

Cameron nodded in understanding, his response so fast and so certain.

And that was all it took. I was coming inside his mouth, my come exploding right down his throat. Cameron kept his lips wrapped tightly around my cock, swallowing every drop of my come until there was no evidence left that I’d even finished. When he was done draining me, he got back up to his feet, his arms sweetly wrapping around me.

“After the fundraiser is over, do we need to stop somewhere in town and pick up some condoms? And are you territorial about which side of the bed you’re usually on? I guess I don’t have to stay the night if you have a busy morning tomorrow but?—”

“No.”

“No what? You don’t have a busy morning?”

“I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

“Levi… what are you saying right now?” Cameron pulled away from me, looking so hurt. “You just said that I was all yours. You just called mebaby?—”

“I have to go. You should get back.” I was already putting on my clothes. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?”

“You’re not even coming back to the fundraiser with me?” Cameron was on the verge of tears. “What was this? Were you just bored and feeling horny?”

“Cam—”

“It’s Cameron,” he corrected me as he pulled on his clothes. “And I guess I got you all wrong, huh? I thought you were better than this, but I should’ve known. You already told me no one gets to have you. Not really.”

“Cam, please?—”

“Whatever. I’ll see you around.” It was the last thing Cameron said to me before he stomped off in the opposite direction, his voice cracking on every word.

* * *

I’d fucked up.

Big time.

I’d fucked up so badly that I’d barely been able to sleep. The way Cameron had looked at me like I’d betrayed him, like I’d hurt him to his core. I couldn’t find the right words last night to tell him that I was just scared, that I’d never felt likekeepingsomeone before, that wanting him to be mine and only mine was terrifying. I wanted Cameron in a way that felt permanent, like I never wanted him to go.

But what would that mean for me? What would that mean for Big Sky Rescue?

He was right about me not being able to hold anything else as long as I was holding onto Big Sky. I just felt like if I didn’t put my all into it, there was no chance of it succeeding. It’d been my dream for so long, even if it exhausted me, I just wanted to make it come true. And when Cameron went back home, how was that going to work? Was I supposed to take time away from my company to visit him? Would he be willing to come back to Montana to visit me?

I wanted him, desperately, but I didn’t want to fuck things up for either of us.

And yet, I felt like not even trying was the worst possible option. I didn’t even know if he could ever forgive me after what I’d done, pushing him away like that. He was all I wanted, and there was a good chance he’d never even talk to me again.

Fuck.

I needed to tell him how I felt. I needed him to understand.

And I needed him to bemine.

I took a quick trip into town, just long enough to buy the biggest bouquet the local flower shop had for sale. The shop girl had referred to the chosen bouquet as a “marriage saver” and I’d learned that it was possible to spend thousands of dollars on flowers. Still, any price would’ve been worth it, if it meant putting a smile on Cameron’s face after being the asshole who’d made him cry.

I was walking up to Cameron’s cabin, bouquet in hand, speech mentally prepared. But just when I was about to knock on his door, my phone vibrated with a text. I hastily checked the message, just wanting to make sure it wasn’t any sort of emergency?—

“What the hell?”

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