I’d never dared dream he would, but his dynamic with Alexei twisted reality. Something simmered between them that blew apart the status quo I’d imagined, and nothing felt impossible.
Cam kissed me as if it was the first time all over again. He was gentle with me, testing me, then he claimed my mouth, and I knew if he’d had two working hands, he’d have pinned me to the chair.
I’d have let him. That night I’d learned how good it felt to have his body pressing down on me. In the few hours of sleep I’d snatched since, I’d dreamed about it.
Of him.
Of me.
Of Alexei.
I kissed Cam back and let my hand skate up his uninjured arm, his skin warmer now, as if Alexei had heated his blood as much as they both had mine. My lips parted, letting his tongue slip through, and if he’d been anyone else, I’d have pulled him into my lap.
But he wasn’t anyone else.
He was my president.
My brother.
He wasCam.
I faltered. Cam grinned against my lips and drew back, his gaze as trippy as I felt. He said nothing, but only because he knew I’d say nothing back.
Alexei was no longer at the table.
My head whipped around, but he was already on his way back with the coffee that would put a real smile on his face.
Cam rolled his eyes. “You’ll be awake for another week if you drink that.”
Alexei made a noise that sounded more like it had come from me. “Eat your breakfast, biker boy.”
Cam ate, and watching the colour come back into his pale face made my dick hard, distracting me from my own food.
Alexei didn’t even look at his, and I reckoned I knew why. As he sipped his coffee and tapped his fingers on the table, it was obvious that he ran on his nerves. That he was used to being tired and hungry, and he clung to it when he was stressed.
Cam couldn’t handle shit like that. He liked to take care of people. It was only a matter of time before—
“The fuck is wrong with you two?”
You two. It was the second time he’d called us that, and I liked it as much as Cam’s irritation amused me. If we were all he was worrying about right now, I’d take it.
Alexei’s gaze sharpened. He’d drifted while Cam had been eating, not as fascinated by it as I was. “What are you talking about?”
“You don’t eat. Either of you. It’s like you’re fucking scared of it.”
Cam shoved his empty plate away, grimacing as the aggressive movement jostled him.
A frown flickered across Alexei’s face and he tilted his head a little, darting a glance at me. “I cannot speak for Saint, but for me, it is complicated. When you have been without something, it’s hard to accept that you won’t be again.”
Cam absorbed that, perhaps matching it to all the horrible things he knew about me. “Are you worried that once it’s gone you won’t get any more?”
“More that I do not know myself if I am too rested and well fed.”
Bingo.
Cam flinched. “What about you?”
He turned his consuming stare on me. Honestly, he had eyes like melted chocolate, and I could never look at him without thinking about the biscuit factory I’d once worked for three days before I’d punched my boss and realised I wasn’t built for that life.