Page 16 of Strong Coffee (Coffee Beans & Love #1)

FIFTEEN

Brady

With his hands wrapped around my throat, Cam thrust his hips up and down.

In this position, he was deeper than ever.

It felt like he was trying to rip me in half and put me back together at the same time.

Precum leaked out of my dick, coating my hand and Camden’s stomach.

I had already come twice and rubbed the sticky evidence into his skin.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned, tightening his hold on my throat. “Come all over me.”

“Geezus.” I wasn’t new to dirty talk but with Camden, it was vile the things he said to me, and it only turned me on that much more.

He chuckled, his dark eyes burning into mine. “Sit down, hard , as I push up.”

I did as I was told. His dick slipped deeper into my body, forcing a soft whimper to escape my lips.

“Yeah, just like that,” he groaned. “Fuck, Brady. You take that dick so well.”

“Kiss me,” I begged, needing his mouth on mine.

He sat up, moved his hand to the back of my neck, and crushed his mouth to mine. Our tongues danced, battling it out for that control neither of us had.

Camden wrapped his other arm around me, holding me tight as he damn near fucked the very soul from my being.

An hour later, both of us were spent and completely and utterly satisfied.

“Did you want a drink?” Cam asked, giving my shoulder a gentle nip.

“Sure.” I rolled onto my back, my body protesting at the movement. My muscles strained over my bones, clearly not used to being fucked the way I had.

Cam pulled away from me and slid off the bed. In all his naked glory, he left the bedroom.

When I was finally alone, I let out a slow breath. This thing with Cam was something I never knew I needed before meeting him.

Cam had a large four-poster bed. The furniture was a dark mahogany. It looked rich and powerful, much like the guy who had come barreling into my life after wanting a one-night stand that was never just one night.

Cam took that moment to come back into the bedroom. He crawled onto the bed and handed me a bottle of water.

“Tell me something about yourself that you haven’t told me yet,” Cam said gently, taking a sip of his water. “Did you grow up here? ”

“I did.” I slid higher up the bed and leaned against the headboard. Pulling the covers up and over my lap, I let out another sigh.

His eyes caught mine then. “You good?”

“Yeah.” I gave him a small smile. “Relaxed.”

“Good.” He returned the smile. “Do you have any siblings?”

“No. It’s just me. My dad and mom had me young.

He also came out as bi-sexual shortly after they found out my mom was pregnant with me,” I explained, repeating the story my dad liked to share with me often.

“Like you and your ex-wife, my parents are close. But they never married. My mom also knew that my dad was attracted to men as well as women.”

“Are they still together?” Cam asked, turning toward me and giving me his full attention.

“No. They remained friends and my mom ended up marrying someone else. My dad isn’t seeing anyone as far as I know. He actually owns a local sports bar a few blocks from Coffee Beans & Love.”

“Really?” Something flashed in Cam’s gaze. “What’s the name of the bar?”

Before I could answer, Cam’s phone rang. He reached for it, frowning when he glanced at the screen. “I have to take this.” He slid from the bed, placing the phone up to his ear. “Why are you calling me so damn late?”

It wasn’t that late but clearly, Cam didn’t want to speak to whoever was on the phone.

He left the bedroom, grumbling to whoever was on the line. It didn’t take long for him to rejoin me, but something was off about him now.

“Everything okay?” I asked, patting the empty spot beside me.

“Just business shit. I think I’m starting to get in way over my head by owning more than one business.

My business partner can get a little antsy and I keep telling him to trust me, but I think he likes being in control.

He’s worse than I am.” Cam chuckled. “I love the guy, but he drives me nuts at times.”

“I have enough issues owning one business and I’m not even the sole owner of it.” When he moved to the spot beside me, I linked my fingers between his. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“I’m starting to wonder the same thing,” he mumbled.

“Tell me about your family.” I figured that would be a safe topic and get his mind off of whatever that phone call was about.

“My parents are retired and are backpacking across Europe at the moment. You would think they were in their twenties with the adventures they go on. I’ve always been in awe of them.”

“That sounds amazing. Do you have any siblings?”

“No. I was sort of a surprise.”

Our conversation went on like that for the rest of the night and well into the early morning of the following day. We fell asleep mid-conversation. I didn’t remember the last time I ever did that, if ever at all.

I learned that Cam enjoyed traveling and that he wanted to slow down when it came to work. He was turning thirty-five but with the stress of running several businesses, he felt like he was turning fifty. He knew he had to take a break but didn’t know how.

I also learned that he loved food. He wasn’t a great cook, but he tried to cook himself a meal at least once a week, instead of ordering takeout all of the time.

Listening to him speak, was something I could do for hours. Even though he had me take part in the conversation, I would be happy just listening to him instead .

When I left his place the following morning after he cooked us breakfast, we promised to meet up again in a few days.

He had some business to take care of and I had to work anyway.

But we promised each other to text as much as we could.

He also told me that he wanted me to meet Beverly.

I was shocked over that, and my face must have said it all because Cam laughed.

“How was your date?” Noah came up beside me as I was wiping down the counter. “Shane said you really like this guy.”

“Shane needs to mind his own business.” Dropping the cloth on the counter, I turned to Noah. “But yes, I do like him.”

“Good. It’s about time you and Shane parted ways. I love him but he’s not good for you and you aren’t good for him.”

“He’s my best friend,” I reminded Noah.

“Yeah, and Presley and I are your best friends too, but you never fucked us.” He shook his head, a deep frown settling between his brows. “Listen, I’m just saying that it’s about time you and Shane moved on. That’s all.”

“Okay, that’s fair. I appreciate you looking out for us.” It was the truth. Of course, I wished things could have worked out between Shane and I, but it obviously wasn’t meant to be. He deserved someone who could love him unconditionally and so did I. Maybe Cam could be that person for me.

A rush of customers came into the café and prevented Noah and me from discussing any more of my nonexistent relationship with Shane. Thank God for that.

Jasmine took over making drinks, so I could head to the back to check on things. The door to the office was open. Shane was hunched over a pile of books.

“You good?” I asked him, standing in the doorway.

“Yeah. It seems someone left you a gift.” Shane didn’t look my way and kept his head down .

“A gift?” I raised an eyebrow. “Who would do that?”

“Your little boyfriend.” Shane looked up from his stack of books then. “Presley set it up.”

“What is it?”

“A new espresso machine.”

“I didn’t even notice it,” I muttered.

“How could you not? The thing puts our old one to shame. It’s high-tech.” Shane shook his head. “Must have cost thousands.”

The only person I knew who would buy such an extravagant gift like that, would be Cam. It was thoughtful of him because the one we had that broke, was shit.

“Business has been doing really well the last month,” Shane added, changing the subject. “I’m hoping we can keep this up.”

“I think Presley handling the social media accounts for us has really given the place a boost.” Word of mouth was a godsend.

“I agree.” Shane turned toward me. “Come in and close the door.”

My heart stuttered, my chest tightening at the demand, unsure as to how this conversation was about to go. But I did as I was told and leaned against the closed door.

“Are you happy?” he asked, placing an ankle on the opposite knee.

“I am but it’s new. I don’t know how it’s going to go but I do like Cam. A lot.”

He nodded, giving me a small smile. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us.”

“I don’t think we went into it expecting that it would.”

“That’s true.” Shane stood. “Can I have a hug?”

Instead of answering, I closed the distance between us and wrapped myself around him .

It was comfortable and familiar. Even his cologne was the same. A little spice mixed with pine. It smelled like home, but it had never been what I wanted.

“I love you, Brady,” he murmured in my hair.

“I love you too.” My stomach clenched. This felt like goodbye and maybe it was. Our fling was officially over and now both of us could move on and find that happiness we deserved.

Once I left Shane’s office, I went back out to see if more customers needed to be served.

They didn’t, so I ended up checking in on them anyway to make sure they were well taken care of.

I learned that while most wanted to be left alone, the regulars liked being asked if they were happy and if there was anything else we could do for them.

When I was making my rounds, I saw my dad sitting at one of the tables by the large window that looked out onto the street.

A man was sitting across from him, his back to me.

My dad’s head lifted, a wide smile forming on his face when I approached. “Hey, Son.”

The man he was sitting with turned his head, looking over his shoulder and right at me.

I stopped in my tracks, my mouth falling open at who was staring back at me.

Cam .