TD McKinney & Terry Wylis Southern Beaus 3 Copperhead Road

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arrested again. The thought of Bolt locked away chilled
Cameron clear through.
I ll take care of it. It ll take me a little while, but I ll work
through it. I can t just drop it and walk away. It s too
dangerous. Bolt s hand slipped from Cameron s chest down
to his abdomen, tingles lingering in the wake. But it will be
over. Just give me some time.
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How much time? Bolt, you shouldn t wait. Maybe the
sheriff can help. If you turn in whoever s supplying you, he
might& The suggestion cut off as Bolt s lips feathered over
Cameron s, his brain losing track of anything but the satin feel
of those lips. The diamond tickled.
Do you remember the first time you kissed me? We were
twelve and a half and you got all pissed off because you
thought I was staring at Maryalice D Olive s ass. Warm
breath teased the corner of Cameron s mouth.
You were. Cameron leaned toward the fingers slipping
under his T-shirt to stroke just above his waistband.
No, I was trying not to stare at yours. But I couldn t very
well say that in the middle of recess with half the seventh
grade around us. So I told you I d look at whatever I wanted
to. Bolt s arm slipped around Cameron s waist, pulling them
close together. You came storming down to Copperhead
Landing after school looking for me. You pushed me up
against a post and kissed me like you were going to brand me
yours with nothing but your lips. Bolt s touch climbed
Cameron s spine. I realized right then boys were better than
girls and you were better than all of them. Bolt pulled back
enough to stare into Cameron s eyes. You still are.
Firm lips claimed Cameron s, pressing their bodies tight,
Bolt s desire pulsing against Cameron s hip. The fire of Bolt s
touch and the glory of his kiss pushed concern to the side to be
dealt with later. Take me to bed, Cameron. Remind me what
it s like to have you believe in me.
The moan welling up from Cameron s core provided the
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answer he didn t dare put into words. He d believe in Bolt
again regardless of what his head declared rational. He d
believe for as long as he could. The alternative hurt too much
to even imagine.
* * *
Where the hell did you learn that? Cameron struggled,
but his hands stayed tight in Bolt s grip against the banister.
That lean form held him immobile, his hands behind him
locked in one of Bolt s. Throbbing need pressed tight to his
thigh, proof Bolt felt the power of their bodies in contact as
much as Cameron did.
Dated an FBI-academy washout for a week or so. Bolt s
tongue wound a mesmerizing path over Cameron s ear. Boy
was a flake, but he did teach me some awfully fun moves. So
what do you think, Cam? We having fun? Cameron shivered,
chest heaving while Bolt rained such sweet torture on him.
Have I got your engine revving now? Bolt s free hand
wriggled between them to grab Cameron s crotch. I do like
your engine. Always have, Cam.
Cameron knew that grin. One joke about cam shafts and I
will prove I can still hurt you. Badly.
Bolt s fingers tightened, delicious pressure where Cameron
wanted it so much. You sure about that? That talented hand
worked up and down over denim worn so soft Cameron could
almost feel Bolt s fingerprints.
Impish delight sparkled in his eyes as Bolt stroked him.
You dead sure I can t make comments about this shaft,
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Cam?
Cameron s eyes rolled back and he tried to remember what
he d been so upset about.
Right. Cam shaft jokes. Now what was so wrong with those
again?
I can have all sorts of fun, you know. Diamonds glittered
in the hallway light, catching the glint from Bolt s eyes. Cam
shafts. Crank shafts. Want me to crank your shaft, Cam?
That may be the worst pun ever. Cameron s mind
blanked when Bolt took firm hold and squeezed. I ll save
your beating for later.
Thought you might get to feeling that way. Bolt s hand
eased under Cameron s waistband and underwear, finding
bare skin. I keep this up, you may forget about hurting me
altogether. Slim hips rotated against Cameron.
Now when did you ever manage to get the best of me, old
son? Cameron took a deep breath to clear his senses just long
enough to settle his tongue into the hollow of Bolt s throat.
Especially when I can still reach this lovely little spot.
A sharp profanity rocked Bolt s body, jerking him tighter
against Cameron. You cheat. You ve always cheated.
And what s pinning my hands so I can t reach you
called? Cameron cradled that hollow with his tongue,
massaging until Bolt groaned. Now, if I m going to be
accused of cheating, I d best do it proper. He drew Bolt s
warm skin into his mouth and bit lightly.
What started as a yelp turned to a whimper and that
gloriously hard body moved against Cameron s. Sweet
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undulations of Bolt s hard desire pressed to the hollow of
Cameron s hip.
Cameron waited until Bolt s grip on his hands loosened,
sliding down into his back pockets and squeezing his ass. A
little hip-thrust of his own sent a shiver through his lover,
enough that Bolt had to take a half-step back to catch his
balance. Cameron kept the grin inside. Gotcha! You are so
mine now, love.
God, how d you just get finer? Bolt struggled to breathe.
You make me feel like my head s gonna explode.
Mmm. Cameron nuzzled at warm cotton jersey until he
found a hard nipple, sucking as he trailed his fingers down
Bolt s arm until he got the angle he wanted. Then he flipped [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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