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Chapter Forty

Cameron

I’m tired of New York. There, I said it.

I didn’t want to live here in the first place, but my agent told me it’s a good place to live and so I just listened to him.

Austen and I have gone out together every day since he’s been here, and I’m tired of this place. Tired of the people, the smells, the noise—all of it.

A lot of people who grow up in small towns crave the big city life and love it. Me? I hate it. It’s not me at all.

When I woke up this morning, Austen was still in bed with me. We cuddled for a little while before getting up to shower, where we made each other come. We washed each other, got dressed… and then he made breakfast.

There’s no way I’ll ever get tired of him cooking for me, everything is always so tasty, but I am glad he’s chilling out with waking up so early. That is something I definitely didn’t miss about him.

Though, that’s a lie. I missed everything about him.

“Can we please, please stay inside today?” I put my hands together in a pleading motion and pout my lip.

Austen laughs. “But there’s still so much to see.”

“Austen,” I whine. “Please, I can’t do any more New York. Not right now. I need a break.”

He rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss me.

“Fine, but only because you’re so cute when you beg.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I say, kissing all over his face until he’s in a laughing fit. I drop onto the couch, grab the blanket, and curl up. Austen cuddles up to me, leaning against me. I look for something to watch. We settle on Son in Law, and all we do is lie there together and laugh as we watch. It’s refreshing and reminds me of when we were teenagers.

There’s nothing getting in the way of us being together now.

Well, nothing but the little issue of him being married, which we should talk about. I’m terrified of what he’ll say if I ask, and I don’t want to ruin what we have right now. So, I don’t ask. I’ll have to at some point, but right now? I’m happy living in ignorance.

I hear my phone ringing faintly, which is when I realize it’s coming from the other room.

I groan, not wanting to get up.

“I’ll get it,” Austen says, jogging into my room, and returning a moment later with my phone that has stopped ringing.

“Garret?” he says, offering it to me.

I smirk, knowing I hear a tinge of jealousy there. “My agent.”

“Ah, yeah.”

I call him back, since it’s probably about a job. I put it on speakerphone so I can lay down more comfortably. Also, I want Austen to know he can trust me. That I have nothing to hide.

Well, almost nothing…

I’m not stupid or blind. I see the way he reacts to some of the things I say or do. It’s obvious Savannah fucked him up, making him think the way he is isn’t right. Or what he wants is wrong or too much. She always did that to him. But he’s perfect the way he is, and he doesn’t need to change.

“Glad you called back. I found a job for you that you do not want to miss.”

“Tell me more.”

Austen gets back on the couch, lying against me like he was before.

“It’s in Paris for Dior. ”

“ Dior ?” I shout, jerking up and accidently kneeing Austen, who groans. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack, my friend. I sent them your head shots, and they’re interested.”

“When is it?”

“Next week.”

I glance at Austen, who is grinning like a mad man and nodding his head.

“Sign me up.”

We go over a few more details before ending the call.

“Fucking Dior ?” Austen says. “That’s the Johnny Depp shit.”

“Ha! I know! This is nuts.”

I shake my head, in disbelief over getting this gig. It’s huge. The biggest one I’ll have done yet. But the thought of doing another shoot brings me back to California and seeing Savannah in that restaurant with that designer. I hate the way it makes my stomach turn and makes me feel like shit. So I do something that always makes me feel better.

I shift on the couch and tug on Austen until he moves up beside me, squishing between me and the back of the couch. I turn to face him, ignoring the TV. I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his neck and breathe in his scent. And I fall asleep.

I wake up some time later to Austen trying to get out.

“Sorry,” he says softly. “I really have to piss.”

I chuckle, shifting so he can get up. Then I roll onto my stomach and go right back to sleep. But that doesn’t last long, because I’m woken up again, this time by Austen climbing on top of me, rubbing his erection along my ass crack.

“You have such a nice ass, Cam,” he says in my ear before nipping at it.

“So I’ve been told,” I answer smartly.

He shifts his weight and he grips my ass cheek, squeezing tightly. I groan. His hand slides to my hip, putting pressure and holding me in place as he grinds against me. I have to shift to fix my dick, because I’m getting hard and not in a great position.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks.

“Not at all,” I say, loving how he’s using my body for his pleasure.

He nibbles on my ear lobe again, before whispering, “Can I fuck you again?”

“Austen, you can fuck me whenever you want. You don’t have to ask.”

With a growl, he gets up and I hear his feet on the floor. He returns a moment later, tugging my pants down just enough to get them over my ass. He spreads my cheeks, dousing me with lube directly from the bottle. I hiss at how cold it is, but it’s not that way long. Austen runs his fingers through it and wastes no time shoving a finger inside me, which warms everything up.

“Fuck,” I groan, burying my face in the throw pillow. He strokes against my prostate a few times, and I can’t be sure if he’s doing it on purpose or not. I don’t know how familiar he is with it.

“Have you ever had anything in your ass, Austen?” I ask.

“No,” he rasps out.

“Not even your fingers?”

“Not even my fingers.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.”

He chuckles, adding a second finger.

“Right there,” I say when he hits my spot just right. “Yes, like that. Keep doing that.”

I grind against the couch as he fucks me with his fingers.

“You better not come,” he tells me.

“I won’t,” I promise him, but this feels too good to have him stop.

“I can’t believe how hard you make me.”

I smirk, knowing I’ll recall those words for the rest of my life. I love knowing that I can make him so hard, that I turn him on at all. That was always my biggest issue with him. You can’t help who you’re attracted to and no matter how close we are or were, if he doesn’t like my anatomy, then he doesn’t like my anatomy. Not much I can do about it.

But it seems I got lucky, because even though Austen has always claimed to be straight, I turn him the fuck on. Me, Cameron Scott.

“Are you ready for my cock, Cameron?”

Holy shit.

“Fuck yeah, I am.”

He pulls his fingers from me and climbs on the couch. I look at him over my shoulder, watching as he gets his dick lubed up and then shifts forward. He looks up, catching my eyes and I grin at him.

“You’re so hot,” I tell him, making a show of looking at his body. He smiles back and it leaves me breathless.

“So are you.” He puts his hand on my head and shoves it down. “Now shut up so I can fuck you.”