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I chuckled, my brain still hazy from the effects of my orgasm. “Yeah. Shit.”
He reached for my hand as we stared at the ceiling. “Was that good for you, baby?”
I squeezed his hand to reassure him. “Hell yeah, Cameron. Damn. Did anyone ever tell you how fucking sexy you are when you come?”
I felt his head turn to look at me, so I twisted my neck to face him, too, our fingers still entwined between us. “You’re not serious.” He stared at me, and, probably seeing no hint of teasing on my face, he blinked, his mouth falling open. “Wait—you are?”
I nodded slowly, solemnly. I wasn’t quite able to move yet, but I would’ve cupped his face if I could’ve. “Absolutely, baby. Just watching you come triggered my own orgasm. You are so goddamn hot.” I rolled over enough to press my lips to his in a chaste kiss. “How the hell did I ever find you? I never knew it could be this good.”
Cameron’s eyes glistened, and I fought back tears. “I didn’t either, Sam.” He smiled. “I say we don’t question it and just revel in it. You good with that?”
I gave a watery chuckle. “Definitely, baby. Let’s revel away.”
Chapter twenty-seven
Sam
Early January
Cameron was waiting for me on the curb when I arrived at Mix It Up. I’d had a long day at work, so I’d come straight here. He’d gotten a ride with Tristan, but my boy was currently waiting outside in the frigid January night like a crazy person.
“What are you doing out here, baby?” I asked as I approached. When I got close enough, I wrapped him into a warming hug, holding his chilled body against mine. After a long minute, I pulled away only far enough to look into his eyes. “You could’ve waited inside, sweet boy. I don’t want you getting sick or something.”
He smiled sheepishly up at me. “I missed you.”
I grinned, leaning in to steal a kiss that lingered. But I didn’t let it last too long—my boy was cold.
“Okay, inside. We can revisit this later.”
Cameron grabbed my hand and led the way into Mix It Up for our next Daddies and Subs Club meeting. We hadn’t missed onesince we’d gotten together, but they’d lifted the meeting around the holiday, so it’d been a month since we’d seen the guys. I missed them.
I waved at Zander as our usual large booth came into view. “Hey, man!” I extended a hand when he stood to greet me, and he used it to pull me into a quick hug. I’d gotten to know him pretty well over the past few months, and he’d given me invaluable advice on being a Daddy. He’d been Joey’s for almost a decade, so I figured the guy knew what he was doing.
Speaking of Joey, I spied him wiggling in his seat, wincing a little as Cameron asked him how their bookstore was doing. I hid a smile and eyed Zander meaningfully. When he followed my gaze, he just smirked, nodding once. He’d blistered Joey’s ass recently, probably just before they came here. He’d divulged in the past that he had a slew of torture—ahem, fun—implements, but their favorite was the crop. I idly wondered which one he’d used tonight.
Cameron shifted beside me, too, and I had intimate knowledge of the implement I’d used: a flogger we’d been experimenting with lately that he seemed to love. Had to say, I didn’t hate it, either.
“So, Zander, how have you been? How were your holidays?”
He smiled as he sipped the beer on the table in front of him. “It was pretty low-key, just Joey and I. But we celebrated in our own way.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and I laughed just as Henry brought over Cameron’s and my usual drink orders.
“Thanks, man,” I offered with a smile. “How’s tonight going?”
Henry grinned tiredly. “Good so far, but I’ll be glad when I can go home and rest.”
Zander’s forehead creased. “Still no good bartenders in sight?”
Henry shook his head and sighed. “Not yet.” Some glass shattered from the direction of the bar, and his head whipped around at the sound. “Sorry, gotta go.”
I shook my head as he hurried away. “Poor guy. Must be super hard to find people who are good at their jobs and will stay.”
Zander nodded. “That’s been our experience. We can’t find good help at the store to save our lives. The really good ones tend not to stick around forever. They’re usually students who graduate and move on to ‘real’ jobs.” He rolled his eyes. “But I still love it. It’s heaven working alongside the love of my life.”
If I didn’t feel the same way about Cameron, I might’ve been tempted to scoff at that. But now, I got it. “That’s awesome, man. So the store’s doing well?”
He nodded. “Yes. We’re toying with opening a second location, actually.”
My eyes shot wide. “Really?”
