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Chapter Sixteen

Cameron

The world around me ceases to exist as my most coveted wish in the entire world comes true.

Austen is kissing me.

He is kissing me.

There have been too many nights I’ve imagined this, thought what it would be like, how it would go. I’d wondered if he’d realize that it didn’t matter if he was “straight” because he loved me and knew we belonged together, because we just make sense. Of course, stuff like that only happens in fairy tales. It’s not real, and it certainly doesn’t happen to someone like me.

I’ve had a lot to drink, so it’s very possible the person kissing me right now isn’t Austen. It smells like Austen, but again, I’m drunk.

With my hands on his chest, I push him away, needing to look down at him to know this is who I think it is—who I so desperately want it to be. I see the hurt in his eyes immediately. His lips part, probably about to apologize, but I don't want to hear his words right now. I need more of this. So I lean in to kiss him again, needing to know this is real, that it actually happened, that I didn’t make it up.

His lips are soft, tasting of vodka and a tangy mix of cranberry. He relaxes a tiny bit and I thank whoever the hell is looking down on me to make this happen. For a second, it’s just a fleeting thought, but I wonder if I should put a stop to this. He’s drunk. Maybe he doesn’t know what he’s doing. But he looked at me. He saw me. He said my name. He definitely knows. And besides, this is Vegas. If there ever was a time to do this, it’s now.

Someone bumps into us and our lips tear apart. My hands are still on him, and the moment my eyes open, they find his. He looks terrified but curious.

“Can we get out of here?” I ask, though I’m not sure words actually leave my mouth. I hold my breath as I wait for him to answer. Maybe I’m taking this too far, pushing him too much.

Austen nods, and I take the opportunity to move before he changes his mind.

This is what I need from him, what I’ve wanted for years. He’s my best friend. I love him. And if he’d just let me, I’d give him everything he needs. I know him better than anyone, and if anyone in this world can make him happy, it’s me. This is my opportunity to show him.

As we make our way back to the hotel in a mix of blurry buildings and screaming people, I worry this is taking too much time. That he’s going to change his mind before we get back. Disappointment weighs heavily in my chest. If that’s what he chooses to do, then that’s what he chooses to do. I can’t force him. I can only hope that this wasn’t just a drunk mistake, that he finally realized we should be together.

My fingers fumble with the key card as I try to open the door, and when it snaps shut behind us, it’s silent in the room, nothing but our heavy breathing echoing around us.

Lights shine in from the open windows, brightening it enough that I can see him.

I’m not sure what to do now that we’re here. I was so worried about him changing his mind on the way that I hadn’t thought that far. Though I can think of a hundred things I’d love to do to him right now, I’m just not sure what he’s thinking. What he’s expecting.

Technically, he’s just cheated on Savannah. And whatever we do moving forward will be cheating.

If I were a better man, I’d feel bad. But I don’t because I’m not. I’m selfish, and Austen is my best friend, the one good thing I have in this world and all I want is for him to feel the same about me.

“Cameron…”

My name is a whisper, and I wait for the next words to come out of his mouth, to tell me it was a mistake and he’s going to leave and go get another room or something equally as hurtful.

But someone is watching out for me tonight, because that’s not what he does.

No other words come out of his mouth. He steps forward, his hand going to the back of my neck and pulls me in for another kiss. This one is much more heated, his tongue diving into my mouth with force and eagerness. It’s messy and I fucking love it.

He slams me against the wall, this aggressive side coming out of him that I’ve never seen anywhere other than him on the field. I’ve slept with enough sports players to know they’re a lot of talk, and most of them love to bottom. Big tough guys on the field, but wanting to get railed in the bedroom. It doesn’t seem it’ll be that way with Austen, but the only way I’ll know is to test the boundaries.

He groans into my mouth, his hands on my sides, running them up and over my stomach carefully as if he’s trying to figure me out, noticing the differences between me and a woman—which are a lot, by the way. A man’s body is much different from a woman’s, and in many ways.

I flip us, so he’s against the wall, his back slamming against it, causing a whoosh of air to puff from his mouth. I nip at his jaw and make my way to his neck where I bite and lick, causing him to moan the most beautiful sound. I press our bodies together, feeling his erection against my thigh, which makes me smile. I was worried that wouldn’t happen… that maybe this is something else entirely, but if his body is responding, he must like it.

So I keep going.

I tug his shirt up, and he helps me get it off, tossing it away before tangling his hands in my hair and finding my mouth again. I grind against him, running my hands over his abs, wanting to feel every dip and crevice.

I can’t believe this is happening.

I can’t fucking believe this is happening.

I’m so hard, my balls ache. I’m dizzy from the need to release. The way I want him is insane.

“You’re body is so fucking hot,” I say against his lips before diving in for another kiss.

“So is yours,” he mutters back.

“Let me suck your dick, Austen,” I say, pulling away, both of us panting. I look up to meet his bright blue eyes. His tongue darts out to lick at his kiss-swollen lips, and with slightly widened eyes, he nods in approval.

Thank fuck for that.

“Get on the bed,” I tell him as I get undressed down to my briefs, only because I don’t want to overwhelm him with seeing a dick.

He looks up once he’s sitting on the bed, his eyes going wide when he sees me nearly naked. He leans down for his shoes, but I push him back and get on my knees to do it for him, smiling up at him.

Austen doesn’t smile back, but it isn’t a bad look he’s giving me. More curious, like why am I taking his shoes off for him when he’s perfectly capable of doing it himself?

Doesn’t he know I’d do everything and anything for him, if only he’d let me?

No, I don’t have money to offer, but I have everything else. I have my heart to give him, and that’s worth so much more than money.

When his shoes and pants are off, I say, “Scoot back. By the headboard.”

He gets comfortable in the center of my bed, the one we shared last night, and I climb over him, finding his mouth again. I keep waiting for him to shove me off, to tell me to fuck off, to say it’s a mistake, but it doesn’t happen.

It does not happen and I can hardly believe that.

I rut against him, pressing my dick against his, the friction fucking amazing, but really it feels so good because I know it’s Austen’s dick that I’m touching.

“Feels good,” he moans, nails digging into my back. His cock twitches against mine.

“Yeah, it does,” I agree, kissing his neck. “This will feel even better. Promise.”

I wink at him as I lift up and settle between his legs. He watches me carefully, almost unsure. I dip my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and raise a brow, needing one last confirmation that this is okay.

He nods again—I’ll take it.I peel the briefs down, freeing his leaking cock, and I salivate. His balls are full, the perfect size, and there is this beautiful thick vein running up the side of his cock. I dart my tongue out, needing to feel it and run my tongue from his balls to the tip.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, head pressing back into the pillow.

“Watch me, Austen,” I say, gripping his dick. He swallows hard, then brings his eyes to me. “I need you to remember how good I make you feel.”

He doesn’t respond, but I don’t need a response. I lick his dick again, then wrap my lips around the plump head of his cock, savoring the flavor as I take him to the back of my throat. My own dick throbs, and I grind into the bed as I suck off my best friend. This is so much better than I ever imagined it would be.

He moans, thrusting gently into my mouth, almost like he’s afraid to go harder. But I take him deeper, wanting him to know he can go as hard as he wants. Whatever he wants to do, he can do. I can take it. I want him to feel good.

My body keeps moving, fucking against the bed. I can’t help it. I’m so fucking turned on right now, I’m going to end up coming just like this and I don’t even care. He can take it as a compliment. Getting off isn’t my priority right now, all I care about is Austen’s dick in my mouth. If I come while I’m giving him head, great.

“Cam…” he whines, hand going to my hair. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

I hum around his dick, bobbing my head and massaging his balls, pulling out all my tricks, needing him to remember this forever. I need him to know that I will do this to him every night if he wants, if he’d just accept that we should be together.

“Ohmygod,” he mumbles, all one word. “I’m going to come.”

Fuck, so am I.

I hump the bed faster, needing just a little more friction to throw me over the edge, and as soon as his cum hits my tongue, I explode, too. I come so fucking hard as I swallow his release, working him through what I hope is the best orgasm he’s ever had. I lick every drop from him, making sure his dick is clean when I free it from my mouth.

He’s panting, staring up at the ceiling. I crawl up his body and kiss his neck before going to the bathroom to clean myself up. It takes just a minute and I don’t bother putting on any clothes when I return, but I do bring him a warm cloth to clean up with. He’s asleep when I get there, and I smile down at him as I wipe him up. I’m so fucking glad I came on this trip.