Page 26 of Caged Hunger

“No problem.” Basher grabbed two cases, then balanced them both on his shoulder. “Where do you want them?”

He watched as Cameron’s mouth parted slightly, his gaze drifting lower. Only then did Basher realize his shirt had ridden up, exposing the lower part of his obliques.

“Umm… just…” Cameron’s voice trailed off.

Basher was enjoying the attention. It wasn’t often he felt this seen—especially when no blood or fists were involved.

“Behind the bar?” Basher asked with a cocky smirk on his face.

Cameron’s eyes snapped to his, and a deep crimson flush raced across his cheeks as his brain abruptly rebooted and caught up with what had just happened.

“Ah… yeah. Behind the bar is great.”

They carried their items back upstairs, with Basher shouldering most of the heavy load. He didn’t mind. He liked being there to help Cameron.

“This should just take a minute,” Cameron said, bending down and opening the fridge under the bar. They began restocking, with Basher passing Cam bottles two at a time.

Cameron was right. They were done in ten minutes.

As he passed Cam the last of the beers, Basher’s gaze dropped and locked onto the sexy young man, just inches from his crotch. The crack of Cam’s ass was showing, giving Basher a tease of what lay beneath.

Basher let out a growl.

The sight of Cameron, all vulnerable and on his knees, sent something dark and primal surging through his veins.

His jaw tightened, and a possessive edge crept into his thoughts.

He wanted Cam… more than he’d ever wanted any other man.

“That’s the last,” Basher said, staring down at the boy who suddenly looked up.

His lips were wet, glistening under the soft glow of the bar lighting.

When Basher met Cameron’s smoldering blue eyes, the world around them seemed to disappear.

The air was thick with anticipation.

Just the two of them—Cameron on his knees, Basher glaring down at him.

Basher swallowed hard.

All the blood seemed to rush to Basher’s cock.

He knew he should move, help Cameron up, and walk him home, but the vulnerable look in the boy’s eyes had Basher thinking all sorts of filthy things.

Eyes locked together, Cameron reached up and cupped the massive bulge that was now protruding from behind Basher’s zipper.

There was no way of hiding it. He was hard as a rock, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Wow.” Cameron groaned, running his palm along the length of his cock. “I figured it was big, but I didn’t think it would be this big.”

Basher didn’t respond, just stared down at the boy—his hungry eyes saying what he couldn’t verbalize.

He’d fantasized about this moment ever since he found Cameron’s profile online and watched him give his first blow job. The way the boy’s lips wrapped around that cock, taking it all the way into the back of his throat… Basher had been obsessed ever since.

“Is this okay?” Cameron asked, rubbing his hand along the length of Basher’s cock.

Basher nodded, his hands gripping the bar behind him for support. He didn’t trust the strength in his legs, not when it came to the power Cameron held over him.