“Oh, yeah, that’s completely normal, even this early in the pregnancy.” Luke inched closer to Natalie on the loveseat and plucked her phone out of her hand. “Here, I’m going to give you my number. If you ever have any questions, you can call me, okay?”
Leaning into Asher’s side, Cameron took a sip of his wine, his lips curving against the rim. Luke was usually so outlandish and temperamental, it was kind of odd to see him in serious nurse mode. At the same time, it was easy to see how passionate he was about the job. His patients probably adored him. Natalie certainly seemed smitten.
The thunderous sound of pins being toppled over drew Cameron’s attention back to the bowling lane, and he cheered loudly when he saw that Derek had thrown his first strike…ever.
“Holy shit!” Derek called. “Did you see that?” Bouncing over to the seating area, he smacked Riley’s raised hand and beamed. “That was awesome.”
Riley’s eyebrows drew together, and his gaze flickered to Nico, who was still standing near the ball return. “Fuck it,” he muttered, sitting his beer aside on a nearby table. “Hey, asshole, show me how to do that.”
Cameron snorted so hard it made his nose burn.
Leaning into him, Asher dipped his head, pressing his mouth close to Cameron’s ear. “I think it’s going pretty well.”
“Yeah, it is. Thank you for this.”
Asher waited for him to look up, then dipped his head for a slow, lingering kiss. “Thank you for sharing your friends with me.”
The goofy smile on his lips relaxed into a look of confusion. “Asher, they’re your friends, too.”
“Huh.” Sitting back, Asher tilted his head a little as he looked around the room at everyone gathered there. “I guess you’re right.”
Laughing, Cameron reached over and patted his leg. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”
“Okay!” Luke shouted, jumping up from the loveseat and rubbing his hands together. “Who wants to do shots with me?”
Asher smirked when everyone around them cheered except for Cameron. “Don’t worry,” he said, caressing the top of Cameron’s hand where it still rested on his thigh. “You’ll get used to it.”
~
As far as Asherwas concerned, the night had been a roaring success filled with conversation, laughter, and a general air of camaraderie. They’d managed to consume enough alcohol to sink a small ship, and everyone had been pleasantly sleepy by the time he’d coaxed them into the guest suites just after three o’clock in the morning.
Well, Natalie hadn’t been drinking, but she’d eaten enough sugar to put her into a mild food coma, so…close enough.
“They’re great,” Cameron giggled. “Aren’t they the best? They’re…great.”
Asher snorted as he led his very tipsy boyfriend up the stairs to the master bedroom. “Come on, lush. Let’s get you into bed.”
“Okay,” he answered easily, then reached back to pinch Asher’s butt. “I’ll race you.”
Before Asher could protest, Cameron bounded up the stairs and around the corner, laughing the entire way. Asher shook his head. Maybe that last tequila shot had been a mistake.
At the door of the master suite, he hesitated, unsure what he’d find on the other side. With Cameron, it could go a lot of ways. The last time the guy had overindulged in tequila, he’d ended up eating half the breakfast menu at a local diner, then passing out for a solid ten hours.
“Hey,” Cameron purred, appearing on the threshold wearing nothing but a wicked smile. Slinking closer, he rose up on his toes and wrapped his arms around Asher’s neck. “I really, really want you.”
Okay, he could work with this.
Asher chuckled as he pressed his hand to the small of Cameron’s back and pulled him closer. “That’s a lot of wanting.”
“Oh, yeah,” Cameron agreed, leaning in to flick his tongue across the seam of Asher’s lips. “What are you going to do about it?”
In answer, he dropped his head, sealing his mouth over Cameron’s and plunging his tongue deep inside as heushered them into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him. Cameron moaned and arched into him, pawing at Asher’s shirt.
“Off.” His hands slid beneath the hem, pushing the fabric up Asher’s chest, but with their bodies pressed so tightly together, he didn’t make it far. He grunted in frustration. “Take it off.”
“You’re demanding when you’re drunk,” Asher teased.
It wasn’t a side of Cameron he saw often, but he liked it. That needy voice, his frantically searching hands, that glimmer of desperation in his eyes. It was sexy as fuck, and Asher’s cock swelled in response, leaving him throbbing and aching behind the zipper of his jeans.
