A Hunted Man (The Men of Halfway House) (43 page)

Hunter closed his eyes as the smooth tone of Cam's voice flowed through his body and filled his heart. He snuck into bed and inched himself as close to Cam as possible. He pressed his chest to Cam's back and snaked an arm around his waist.

Cameron's hands instantly caressed his arms and pulled him closer.

"I missed you," Cam mumbled before turning his face slightly toward Hunter.

Hunter's breath hitched at Cam's rare declaration. He wedged his leg between Cam's and gently placed a kiss on the soft lips he craved.

"Sorry my trip cut into our weekend."

"You're here now, that's what matters," Cam said as he straightened and pushed back to eliminate the inch of space between them. "Stay with me tonight," Cam said quietly before his voice trailed off.

Hunter raised his head slightly to look at Cam after he had been silent for a few minutes. He had fallen asleep again, the edges of his mouth were upturned slightly and a serene expression finally made its appearance.

He pressed his cheek to the back of Cam's head and deeply inhaled the scent he had craved for days as he effortlessly eased into sleep.

* * * *

"Wake up, lover boy."

Something wasn't right. The warm arm wrapped around him, the strong leg wedged between his and the hard chest against his back, all perfect…but the voice was wrong.

He heard a growl from behind and the arm tightened around him. He smiled. Yeah, that he knew.

"Guys, it's almost nine, and Matt's finishing up breakfast. If you get out of bed, you can make it in time before Julian and Luke eat all the food."

"Cole, we're going to sleep in. Go away," Cam said.

"You've got to get up. Please."

"Why?" Cam said in a raspy voice.

"Because I've got an interview thing at ten and I need to leave soon."

Cam narrowed his eyes. "And?" Cam said, inching back a little to get closer to Hunter's warm chest.

Cole leaned in closer to Cam and whispered, "Hunter's here."

"I
can
hear you, Cole," Hunter said with a growl.

"Good, you're awake so you can get out of bed," Cole said with a bounce on the mattress before standing to lean against the wall.

"Dude, you know how Julian's always telling you when something isn't the right time or place?" Cam said.

"Yeah?" Cole said, cocking his head.

"This is a perfect example," Hunter mumbled.

Cole looked down and shuffled his feet. "Please?"

Cam sat up and shifted his weight on his elbow. "What's up, Cole?"

Cole tugged on his beanie and fidgeted.

"If you get out now and save us some breakfast, I'll take you for a ride in the car before you leave," Hunter said in a still sleepy voice.

Cam laughed as Cole raced out of the room.

Cam turned to look at Hunter who still rested his head on the pillow beside him with his eyes closed. "Can you read
everyone's
mind?"

Hunter chuckled in that low rumbly way that always seemed to spike the need in Cam. He leaned into Hunter as he whispered, "You know, if we get out of bed, we can still have most of Sunday."

Cam laughed when Hunter bolted out of bed and started getting dressed.

After having breakfast and taking Cole out for a joyride, they finally left the halfway house to take advantage of what was left of their Sunday.

"This car is fast right?" Cam said.

"Yeah, why?"

"Then drive faster," Cam said, reaching over to grip Hunter's leg. He held back a laugh when he heard the engine rev. He inched his hand higher, casually stroking his fingers as he moved.

"You go any higher and we're going to have a problem."

"Why is that?" Cam said, his breath came faster as he shifted his fingers higher. He leaned closer toward Hunter, thankful he had finally figured out how to control the seat belt.

"I'm serious," Hunter said in a low rumble.

"You're really growly today," he mumbled in Hunter's ear as his fingers grazed Hunter's arousal.

"Fuck," Hunter groaned, pushing up into Cam's touch. He turned his head slightly and captured Cam's lips as he kept his eyes steady on the road.

"You should focus on driving," he said, rubbing Hunter's arousal with more pressure.

Hunter reached over and slid his hand inside the front of Cam's jeans. Cam moaned and lifted himself off the seat, pushing himself into Hunter's hold until his hand wrapped around Cam's rock hard shaft. He licked Hunter's earlobe as he applied more pressure to his grip on Hunter while pushing his own body upward into Hunter's touch.

"We better get to your place fast," Cam said with another moan, enjoying the firm slide of Hunter's grip.

"Who's the growly one now?"

"I'm so fucking hot, I'm about to blow you in the car if you don't hurry," he said with a firm squeeze to Hunter's hardened arousal.

Hunter hissed, then removed his hand from Cam's jeans.

"What the fuck, man?" Cam said, removing
his
hand from Hunter in protest.

"Grab my bag in the back."

"This better be good." Cam turned in his seat and reached for Hunter's overnight bag. "What am I looking for?"

"Side pocket."

Cam unzipped the compartment and a wicked grin spread across his face when he pulled out a small tube of lube. "Should I be worried about what you were doing with this while you were away?"

Hunter responded with a momentary glare in his direction before returning his focus to the road.

"So what do you want to do?" Cam said, biting his lower lip as he swung the tube like a pendulum between his fingers. Oh how he loved to tease Hunter.

Hunter grabbed the bottle of lube while maintaining a hold of the steering wheel. He spread some slick on his fingers, keeping his focus firmly on the road.

"You're a road hazard right now," Cam said with a chuckle.

"It's your fucking fault. Come here."

Cam reached over and bit along Hunter's jaw, working his way to Hunter's neck then back to the sensitive skin below his ear. He inhaled sharply when Hunter's fingers slid into the back of his jeans. He bit back a moan as Hunter entered him with a finger. He tugged on Hunter's earlobe as he arched into the touch.

"How long before we get to your place?" Cam asked breathlessly when a second finger joined the first.

"Just enough time," Hunter said, his intense concentration still on the road ahead.

Cam looked over Hunter's shoulder and was thankful for the light Sunday morning traffic. The car's windows were tinted, but not enough to hide everything. He lowered his head onto Hunter's shoulder when a third finger stretched him.

"Fuck, please tell me we're almost there."

"Just around the corner," Hunter said quietly.

He looked up when he heard Hunter's voice. The tone was steady, his focus unwavering. Cam hesitated, not sure if the look of concentration was partly anger.

"Are you mad?" Cam asked, trying to stay in control enough to stroke Hunter's chest.

Hunter shook his head slowly.

Cam arched his body as Hunter's fingers continued to move inside him.

"Say something."

Hunter shook his head again in a controlled, measured movement.

Cam rested his forehead onto Hunter's shoulder. He reached up and gripped the back of Hunter's neck. "Sorry," he mumbled between gasps, reveling in the burn and stretch of each shift of Hunter's fingers. "Shit, that feels so fucking good."

Hunter responded with a twist of his fingers. Cam closed his eyes and groaned. He shivered when a current traveled up his spine. His chest heaved with each breath when Hunter's fingers shifted and pressed. "I'm going to come."

"No, you're not. Not until we get to the house and I'm inside you."

Cam gripped the back of Hunter's neck with one hand and the front of his shirt with the other. "I'm not going to make it," he said, barely audible as he brushed his lips by Hunter's jaw.

"I've been holding off since the second you touched me. You. Better. Not. Come."

Cam brokenly moaned as he pressed his nose against the crook of Hunter's neck. He tried to focus on baseball, football, knitting, anything other than the glide of Hunter's fingers inside him and the pain of his angry hard-on begging to be released from the now tight jeans. He counted sheep in his head, but knew it was hopeless when the sheep started humping each other as they jumped the fence in his mind.

"We're here," Hunter said, withdrawing his fingers.

Cam was dazed. He exited the car and walked toward the house with a drunken sway, each step taking extreme effort to stay steady. He reached the door and barely made it past the threshold when Hunter grabbed him from behind and pushed him up against the wall.

Through the desire clouding his mind, he heard Hunter unzip his pants and the rip of a pack. His zipper was undone and his jeans pulled down. He kept his cheek pressed against the cold wall, hoping to last long enough to enjoy the hard-driving torture he knew was coming. He loved to tease Hunter, push him to the edge where he lost control and drove into him without inhibition.

He held a gasp when Hunter pushed himself inside in one swift move. He bit down on his lip, refusing to let the groan escape him with the sharp burn—the silence would drive Hunter to push harder, stronger.

Hunter pistoned into Cam with unforgiving force. His body slapped desperately against Cam's, pressing him against the wall, holding him up. Cam arched his backside, needing a little space between the hard wall and his equally hard arousal. His entire body screamed to life with the primal pounding. He tightened his mouth to quiet the moan when Hunter's fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. He screwed his eyes shut and bit the inside of his cheek. No way was he giving Hunter a single sound of pleasure that would end this delicious torture. His legs weakened and he began to slip slightly, held only by Hunter's constant push inside him.

"I know you're trying to torture me," he heard Hunter's strangled whisper in his ear. "I know you're close. Admit it."

No way in hell was Cam admitting to anything that would stop this. His chest tightened with emotion, knowing he caused Hunter to shed his façade of control and desperately take what he needed. He leaned his head back onto Hunter's shoulder as the shudders traveled his body with each push of Hunter inside him and the glide of his hand taking him closer to the peak he desperately wanted to delay.

"You know it's you, and only you, who can do this to me. I'm yours," Hunter said as he licked the edge of Cam's ear.

Cam couldn't hold the groan that escaped. Hunter knew exactly how to break him. If he was coming, Hunter was going with him. He reached behind and gripped Hunter's thigh. His fingers brutally dug into the hard muscles just as the bolt of electricity shocked his entire body and blinded him with a white light.

After a few quick thrusts, Hunter immediately followed him. He wrapped both arms around Cam and held him tightly against his chest.

Hunter embraced Cam until their breathing settled, one arm around his waist, the other wrapped around his shoulders.

"I love it when you touch me like that," Hunter said, his breath warming Cam's ear.

A chill traveled Cam's body with the scrape of stubble against his nape. "I know," Cam responded, craning his neck in search of Hunter's mouth.

After a slow brush of lips, Hunter broke the kiss and looked at him intently, his voice low and thick. "You also know it drives me nuts when you tease me like that."

Cam nodded before looking away. He knew how Hunter felt without hearing the words, and he loved when Hunter took his time to slowly torture and worship every inch of him. But there was something primal that shifted when Hunter lost control, when he didn't hold back for the sake of being the nice guy.

That was when Cam would know how much Hunter truly wanted him.

Hunter pulled Cam's chin to turn his head. "You don't have to tease me. Just tell me what you need," he said, firmly holding Cam's face, not allowing him to turn away.

Cam's heart hammered against his chest. He closed his eyes.

I can do this.

Cam opened his eyes but avoided eye contact. "I want nice and slow later. I…I missed you so much…" he said and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. "I…I need to know you missed me too."

I can be completely honest. I can tell him what I need and he won't run away.

He opened his eyes and looked at Hunter firmly. "Right now, I want you to fuck me stupid until I can't remember my damn name."

Hunter released Cam and stepped back slowly.

Cam's pulse raced as he carefully watched Hunter, his expression closed, serious, and his movements slow and measured.

In a flash, Hunter grabbed Cam, turned him, and roughly threw him on the living room couch. Cam looked up and his breath hitched at the desire staring back at him.

Hunter reached over into the drawer of the entryway chest for another condom. He withdrew his hand and threw a few packets on the side table then reached for the lube. Cam's chest heaved with each breath, watching every slow, deliberate movement Hunter made.

Hunter lowered himself on his knees between Cam's legs and slid on a new condom before methodically spreading more lube against his covered, already erect hard-on.

Cam's heart slammed against his chest in anticipation. He gripped the cushions and tried to maintain control of his body as he watched Hunter.

Hunter looked up from his task and focused his intense, darkened glare on Cam.

Cam closed his eyes as a moan escaped. That look alone screamed how much Hunter wanted him.

Hunter neared and rubbed himself against Cam.

"Fuck," Cam said, throwing his head back into the couch and tightening his grip on the cushions. They hadn't started yet and he already felt as if he was ready to explode.

Hunter roughly pulled Cam's legs open and entered him again in one quick move.

Cam arched his body and gripped Hunter's powerful thighs. Hunter jackhammered into Cam with brutal force, taking him, owning him. Cam dug his fingers into the hard muscles and moaned loudly with each fierce glide, reveling in the carnal possession he knew could only happen because Hunter needed him just as much. Hunter pulled Cam's legs up, straight against his shoulder and pushed harder, faster, with relentless force, taking Cam higher than any peak he thought was ever possible to reach.