One Night Part 25
“What the hell do you mean things aren’t like I think?”
Kameron snarled. He grabbed Bear and pushed him back, reaching for his gun. Paolo
stood up, holding up his hands.
“I’m sorry, Kameron,” Paolo said. His shoulders slumped when
Kameron shook his head.
“Sorry? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Jimmy put his hand on Kameron’s shoulder. He whipped his
head around and glared. “He was never really dirty; he was doing his job. We
couldn’t tell you; don’t be mad at Paolo. It was my call and the captain
approved it.”
Kameron couldn’t believe it. “Couldn’t my ass! You trusted
me enough to protect your brother, but not enough for this? How fucking stupid
could you be! What if I’d confronted Paolo instead of running? How could you
not trust me?”
“You weren’t going fail to protect Bear again. This wasn’t
about trust, Kameron—”
“Bullshit!” Kameron glared at Jimmy and then at Paolo. “Units
shouldn’t be keeping secrets; my fucking partner certainly shouldn’t be playing
dirty cop and hiding it. Don’t you think you should have told me after I saw
him with Choika’s nephew at the very least?”
“I was scared out of my fucking mind,” Bear said. “I can’t
believe you did this again, Jimmy. You guys depend on each other with your
lives.”
“Let’s go.” Kameron turned.
“Please wait,” Paolo said. “I want—”
“I don’t care what you want.” Kameron refused to stop
walking. He didn’t speak the entire way out of the building until Bear hailed
them a cab.
“Back to my place?” Bear asked.
“Let’s go to mine.” It was more secure, and while they’d
taken down most of the gang’s heavy hitters, Kameron wanted to stay away from
Bear’s place a bit longer. Kameron didn’t want to talk in the cab either. Bear
laced their fingers together and stroked the back of Kameron’s hand with his
thumb.
Kameron’s hand shook when he tried to unlock the front door.
Bear reached past him and put his hand over Kameron’s. He blew out a long
breath and relaxed. Bear snagged the key from him and opened the door.
“I’m so sorry.”
Bear shut and locked the door behind them. He put his arms
around Kameron, holding him tight. “Don’t apologize. You’re allowed to be
upset.”
“Not that. I mean, yeah, I’m upset. I can’t believe they
played with our lives like that. That’s not what partners should do. How can I
depend on them when they’ve lied to me? I don’t know if I can trust them ever
again.”
Bear rubbed his back.
“And that’s why I’m sorry,” Kameron explained. “I’m just now
realizing how deeply hurt you must have been when Jimmy had me date you without
explaining who I really was. I will never do anything like that again.”
“I know. I’d never have wished feeling like this on you. It
sucks.” Kameron stood there, absorbing the comfort Bear offered.
“How about we watch a movie and forget all about everything
for now?”
They started on the couch, but it wasn’t big enough to
snuggle. Bear and Kameron ended up on the floor with Bear cradled between
Kameron’s legs. They’d shed their shoes and button up shirts, but Bear had a
white t-shirt on. It wasn’t long before Kameron was sliding his hand under the
thin fabric and caressing his stomach.
Bear arched in his arms. “Take it off,” he said huskily. The
movie played, forgotten in the background, as Kameron stripped Bear down to his
underwear. The smaller man turned around, clad only in briefs, and sat in his
lap. He looked at Kameron, cradling his head.
“I love you,” he whispered.
Kameron smiled up at him, caressing his sides. Bear rolled
their hips together. “Oh gods, I love you,” Kameron said on a groan.
“I want to sit on your cock right here.” Kameron hands
clenched tight and he knew he’d leave marks on Bear’s sides.
“We need condoms and lube.” Kameron’s stomach muscles
rippled as Bear stroked his hand down his chest, tweaking his nipples, and then
moving down to pop the top button on his pants. “Nightstand.”
“I’ll get those.” Kameron jerked, his cock surging, as Bear’s
slim fingers stroked across the head of his cock, spreading the oozing fluid
across the tip.
“Bear!”
Kameron loved Bear’s smirking grin. His heart was pounding
and he could have hammered nails, his cock was so hard. “You get naked.”
It was less than a minute but Kameron was naked and ready
when Bear came back. He had Bear lay down on the couch, then hauled his hips
over the arm. Bear’s slim cock bobbed in the air; Kameron couldn’t resist. As
he fingered Bear, he leaned forward and engulfed the sleek shaft, bobbing his
head up and down.
The salty taste of Bear’s smooth skin made Kameron suck hard
to get more.
“Now.” Bear’s muscles clenched on his fingers. “I want your
cock.”
Fumbling with the condom, Kameron slicked himself up.
Sliding inside Bear was like coming home. Nothing had ever felt as right as connecting
their bodies as he claimed his lover. He forced himself to move slowly until
Bear begged for more, harder.
Kameron pulled out and then slammed back in. Bear wrapped
his legs around his hips and then Kameron let go, making sure to nail Bear’s
prostate.
“Stroke yourself,” he gasped. He was so close. Bear’s hand
moved fast as he jerked his cock. He tightened around Kameron’s cock, groaning.
He drove forward as his climax rose and crested. His hips faltered as he shot,
filling the condom.
Bear gasped when he pulled out then shouted his name when
Kameron leaned down and deep throated him.
“Coming … coming!” Bear’s hands clenched in his hair. Bitter
fluid filled his mouth as Kameron swallowed repeatedly. Bear’s cock was shiny with
spit when he let it go, slowly going limp. Kameron rested his head on his lover’s
thigh, gasping for air, his mind completely blank.
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