Page 37 of Caged Hunger

ACE: The boys are safe.

Cameron clicked on the attached photo.

Blade was taking a selfie with his arm wrapped around Caden’s shoulders, his grin stretching from ear to ear. Just behind them, Marcus smirked at the camera, a glass of whiskey in hand, while Basher lingered nearby, lifting his beer like he’d been coerced into taking the stupid picture.

Cameron burst out laughing, and with it came a wave of relief. The tension in his stomach loosened, and his shoulders sagged as though a weight had been lifted from them. Only then did he realize how anxious he’d actually been.

ACE: They’re staying the night in Phoenix, then they’ll head home tomorrow morning. They’re just waiting for some guy to pick up the truck and bring it to where it’s got to go. Just thought u would want to know.

CAMERON: Thanks for letting me know. Love the pic. Basher looks like he’s being held against his will. LOL.

ACE: Thought you’d like that one.

CAMERON: Have no idea what yur talking about.

ACE: *winky face emoji*

Chuckling, Cameron dropped his phone onto the sofa cushion beside him and resumed eating his stew, which was starting to get cold. He flicked on the TV, then began channel surfing once again.

No, he didn’t have extra money to spend on streaming services. Those were for people who had money to burn. All his money went to taking care of his mother. Speaking of which, he would have to pick up some groceries before he went to see her tomorrow.

They were making chicken cacciatore.

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CAMERON

The van rolled in around five p.m. One by one, the guys filed out of the vehicle, being met by each of their loving partners.

Cameron stood back, watching as Ace, Gavin, and Lucas each greeted their men with varying degrees of affection.

Lucas jumped into Caden’s arms, grinding up against his man as if he were trying to get impregnated right there in front of them all.

Ace pulled Blade into his mouth, turning his back to his brother as if that made him and his husband somehow invisible to his brother’s murderous gaze.

Gavin sidled up to Marcus, chuckling at the way his man was trying to ignore the sight of his stepbrother being mauled by a very horny Blade. Taking pity on him, Gavin cupped Marcus's cheek and drew him into a long, leisurely kiss, giving him something far more pleasant to focus on.

Cameron was impressed. Marcus remained calm and collected, showing his man that he missed him without turning his bar’s parking lot into the set of the next raunchy porn flick.

Lastly, Basher emerged from the van, his left eyebrow raised at the sight of the yard full of people making out with each other.

He walked over to where Cameron was standing awkwardly, then turned to face the crew around them.

“Did someone feed them oysters or something?” Basher asked, scrunching his nose up at his traveling companions and their horny partners.

“Nah, I think it’s sweet,” Cameron defended, smiling at his friends as they all appeared happy to see one another.

“It’s all sweet until the first one gets pregnant. Then it’s all screaming babies and diapers, and no more sex for anyone,” Basher grumbled.

“Hey, I have a daughter, and I still destroy this boy’s hole at least five times a week,” Caden argued, pulling his lips away from Lucas long enough to set Basher straight.

“And how many times a week did you fuck before you had your daughter?” Basher asked, giving the man a crooked smirk.

Caden stared at him with a guilty look on his face. “Yeah, but back then I was also in my early twenties. My cock was set to permanently hard.”

Lucas chuckled in his man’s arms. “Don’t worry, babe, you fuck me plenty.”

“Speaking of fucking.” Blade grabbed Ace and threw him over his shoulder, giving the man a smack on his butt.