Page 23 of Strong Coffee

Brady stiffened.

I grinned, covering his mouth with my hand.

“Brady’s a little busy,” I told whoever it was.

“Oh...” A throat cleared. “Well...”

“Is that Shane?” I whispered in Brady’s ear.

He nodded.

A shiver rippled down my spine. “Good.”

THIRTEEN

Brady

This could not behappening.

As soon as Cam found out that it was Shane who walked into the bathroom while I was being fucked within an inch of my life, Cam lost it. He uncovered my mouth, leaned back, and continued fucking me. He was savage with his brutal thrusts. But Shane never left. He only stood there. I could see the shadow of him under the door of the stall.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but I knew it wasn’t what Cam wanted. He wanted me to make sounds. He wanted Shane to know that it was officially done between us. Cam was staking his claim, and I was his ever-willingvictim.

My breathing picked up, my chest rising and falling. My balls drew up into my body and I knew, it was only a matter of seconds before I came.

The sound of the bathroom door closing forced a chuckle from Cam.

“Guess he didn’t like hearing you getting fucked?” he murmured in my ear. Grabbing hold of my hips, he pulled me back and picked up speed with his brutal thrusts.

A loud groan left me, my release slamming into me and spilling onto the floor at my feet.

“Such a good boy, coming hard for a man you hardly know.” Cam ran his hand up the length of my back. When his fingers circled around my throat, he ripped me back against him and shoved me hard up against the wall of the bathroom stall.

He grunted, thrusting once, twice, before he pushed his cock into my ass as far as my body would allow. I whimpered at the slight tinge of pain, feeling his dick swell and pump his release into me.

“Geezus, fucking hell, Brady.” He moaned, sinking his teeth into the base of my neck.

Once we both calmed down, he slowly slipped from my body. He righted his pants before turning me around and helping me with my own. That small act of kindness made my heart stutter. As many guys I had been with, no one ever took the time to help me dress. Of course, it was something that was never needed but it was the thought that counted.

After Cam helped me with my jeans, he ran his hands under my t-shirt.

“I think we should get out of here,” I suggested.

His eyes flicked to mine. “Is that because you don’t want to face Shane?”

I opened my mouth to deny it but thought better of it. “Yes.”

“Tell me why.” Cam moved his palms higher up my torso, taking a step closer.

“I don’t want a lecture. I don’t want him to tell me that this is my place of work, and I shouldn’t be having sex in the bathroom even though...” I took a breath. “Even though when I was sleeping with him, we had many moments in here.” I waited for Cam to say something or for him to leave and say that this was too much. Or that I was still hung up on Shane and needed to get over it before doing anything more with him. But when Cam only gave me a small smile instead, a breath of relief left me.

“Listen, I get it.” Cam pulled away from me and opened the bathroom stall door. “After Bev and I divorced, both of us had hard times dating because people were jealous of our relationship. Even though we’re just friends, people couldn’t understand that and assumed that we would get back together or at the very least, fuck and cheat on the people we were dating at the time. It’s one of the reasons I left the city I grew up in. I wanted Bev happy and the only way that could happen, was for me to expand my career elsewhere. We’re still close as ever but because we don’t see each other as often as we used to, it’s made it easier for her to date.”

“That’s very considerate of you but what about you?” I followed him but I looked over my shoulder and saw my release on the floor. It sent a shiver down my spine, knowing that anyone could see it. They probably wouldn’t even know what it was but the fact that it was there in the first place, was thrilling. “You deserve to be happy too, Cam.”

“I know.” Cam cleared his throat, pulling my head around. “Don’t even think of cleaning it up, Brady.”

He had said he wanted Shane to see it. To see my cream on the floor. But instead, Shane walked in on us. I wasn’t sure what he would say to me. Maybe he wouldcompletely ignore it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t moved on from us anyway. I had a feeling that he was either seeing someone or at least interested in doing so even though he just never came out and actually said it.

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