CHAPTER 2: HELLO CAMERON
My heart was pounding right out of my chest. I couldn't believe my eyes. The guy from the bar was my boyfriend's brother. As he hugged his family, he looked at me with those same hungry eyes he had given me at the bar. My stomach was in knots as I stood there, suddenly unsure of how to act or move. I watched in almost horror as Ryan embraced his older brother.
"Who is this," Cameron asked. He had this pretentious smile about him.
Ryan smiled, "This is my boyfriend, Marcus."
Cameron eyed me, "Marcus." He let the letters just roll right off his tongue. The way he said it was almost nasty in an innocent way. You'd have to have known about our earlier encounter in order to detect his perversions. Cameron extended his hand with a cocky grin, "Nice to meet you, Marcus. I'm Cameron, the much older, good-looking brother."
"Dude, shut up," Ryan laughed. He thought his brother was being charming. I knew better.
I had no choice but to shake his hand. I couldn't be rude and draw attention to myself. As much as I wanted to walk away, I had to stay and play the game.
"It's nice to meet you, Cameron," I said. It was the fakest greeting I had ever given someone.
"I know." He was arrogant and hot. I cursed myself for thinking he was hot.
That night, I tried my best to avoid him and act normal. The family sat around and told jokes and played a few board games. Every so often, I'd feel eyes on me. I'd look up, and Cameron would be staring at me. It was as if he was trying to get a read on me. Maybe he was worried I'd spill the beans to Ryan. There was no need for that. He didn't know me at the time, and nothing terrible happened. In hindsight, I should have said something.
Cameron kept staring at me. Only his eyes changed from those that were trying to figure me out to something else. The way he looked at me made my heart race. It was intense and dirty in a sexual way. Without trying, he was making me blush like a schoolgirl. I knew I had to get a grip; otherwise, I'd become a mess.
I excused myself from the group and went into the kitchen to fix a glass of water. I stood at the sink and stared out the window. The darkness was comforting to my mental health. An arm wrapped around my waist completely startled me.
Ryan giggled, "Babe, are you okay?"
"Yeah. Just tired. It's been a long day." I tried to sound comforting and reassuring.
He spun me around and kissed my forehead. I guess I needed that because I started to feel relaxed.
"Is Cameron gay," I asked.
He laughed, "Fuck no. He gets more pussy than any guy I know. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Just curious if you were the only queer one," I said.
"Just me," he said as he spun me back around and hugged me from behind.
He kissed the back of my neck lovingly. He left to go back to his family. I stayed in the kitchen. I needed a few more minutes to gather my thoughts. As I stood there, I felt his thick hands begin to massage my glutes. He squeezed them and spread them. His fingers got deep down in my muscle tissue. It felt amazing, and it slowly started to turn me on. I could feel my dick getting hard.
"That feels so good, babe," I moaned softly. I had to make sure no one could hear me.
He leaned in closer to me. His chin rested on my shoulder, "I knew that ass would feel good in my hands."
I jumped, but he grabbed me and held me in place. It was Cameron! I had stupidly thought that it was Ryan touching me.
I angrily asked, "What the hell are you doing, Cameron?"
"Picking up where we left off at," he said.
I pushed him away. When I turned around, he had a big smile on his face. Damn, he was gorgeous and such a hunk--also an ass at the same time.
"Your brother is my boyfriend. Why are you being like this," I asked.
"I'm just teasing you. Really, I had no idea who you were. I hope you can keep what happened at the bar between us." He was being sincere about his feelings.
"I'm not going to say anything," I said. "Just keep your hands to yourself."
"I really do want that kiss you owe me," he said. "But I'll try my best to keep my hands to myself." He was mocking me.
