Page 20 of Strong Coffee

“I don’t know. Maybe? I care about him, and I always will but nothing will ever happen between us again, so I don’t want you worrying about that.”

“I’m not worried, Brady.” Cam leaned forward and reached across the table. He grabbed my hand, stopping me from ripping apart the napkin. “I know whose cock is going to have you coming hard later.”

I coughed, my cheeks heating at his dirty suggestion.

He only winked.

“I am sorry.” I linked my fingers in his, enjoying the warmth of his touch.

“Don’t be.” Cam moved from his spot across the table from me and sat in the chair right beside me. “Since we’re confessing...” He sighed. “I will always care about Beverly. She’s been a big part of my life and I need you to know that she’ll always be in it. I’m not saying that we are going to be together forever or get serious or anything. I know it’s too soon to know that but I do want to see where this goes with you. However, I need you to know that she will always be in my life.”

“I won’t be jealous, if that’s what you’re trying to say.” I pulled his hand to my lap, holding it between both of mine.

“And I won’t be jealous of Shane. I understand that he’s a big part of your life too.”

“He is. I’d like you to meet him, Noah, and Presley. They can be a lot to handle but I think they’d like you.”

“I’d be honored to meet them.” Cam pulled his hand from mine and cupped my inner thigh. His eyes darkened, hinting for more and for what he was going to give me later. While we had only been together that one night, I knew that if I let him, he could completely overpower me. As nervous as that made me, I couldn’t fucking wait.

TWELVE

Camden

Brady was going backand forth with whatever it was going on between us and it pissed me off. If it was anyone else, I would have been done with them already but there was something about him that pulled me in. He tugged at a spot inside of me that had never been reached before. Even with my ex-wife, that part of me was completely closed off. But much to my surprise, she actually knew me way better than I ever knew myself. And I would always be thankful for that.

While Brady and I sipped our drinks we listened to the live music, but we didn’t talk again. I would show him that what was going on between us was fun and exciting. We didn’t need to put a label on it. If hewanted to end things between us after this weekend, I wouldn’t be okay with it, but I wouldn’t pressure him into doing anything he didn’t want to do. I was getting too old for games. But at the same time, I didn’t want this to end either. I was confused as much as he was, but I was also more honest than him.

The server suddenly came over with another round of drinks, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked at Brady. He only shrugged.

“We didn’t order these,” he told her.

“It’s a present from Shane.” She nodded in the direction of the bar.

A guy looked over at us as he was mixing a drink in a martini shaker. He nodded once. Brady did the same. I could only assume this guy was Shane.

“Thank you, Jasmine.” Brady placed the new beer in front of me and took a sip of his fresh one.

When we were alone, I leaned over, placing my hand back on Brady’s inner thigh. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Letting my lips brush along his ear, I inched my fingers higher up his thigh. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. It was like my body had completely taken over all rational thought.

“Is that Shane?” I asked Brady, keeping my mouth pressed against his ear. I knew it was him, but I wanted Brady to say it.

“Yes.”

“Think he’s jealous?” I didn’t care either way because I knew that Brady was coming home with me.

“I don’t know.” Brady swallowed hard.

I appreciated his honesty.

“What do you think he would do if...” I didn’t finish my sentence on purpose and moved my mouth down the length of his throat.

I could feel his pulse against my lips, the beating of his heart in tune with my own. “What do you think he’d do if I threw you down on this table and began fucking you? Think he’d watch?”

Brady swallowed hard. “I don’t think the other people in this place would appreciate that.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

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