~ ~ Cameron ~ ~

It was Friday—thank fuck.  And tonight, I was seeing Bea.

Bea... a visual of her swallowing my dick forced my feet to pause on the stairs, a slow smile spread across my mouth.

Christ.  If someone had told me my Bea.  The same woman I'd watch grow from the shy, awkward girl I'd fallen in love with and morph into the confident, take no prisoners woman that had knelt before me, taking what she wanted.  I would have called them a liar.

Damn, she'd changed alright, and from what I'd seen... felt.  It was for the better and so fucking sexy.  I wanted her even more now than four years ago.

My phone buzzed, reaching for my pocket. It was a message from Finn.

Shit, I'd been avoiding him and now he was telling me he would make sure he stayed out the way tonight.

Fuck, I was a shitty friend.  I would make it up to him. Starting tomorrow, I'd apologise again.

Shoving my phone away, I picked up my steps, heading to my final meeting of the day.  It was our Friday planning meeting.  All team heads would be there, but more importantly, Bea would be there.

Since Wednesday, and the near miss Thom episode, in the kitchen.  I was trying to keep my distance at work, which was difficult because every time I caught a glimpse of her around the office, The pull on my instincts to touch her, be in her atmosphere was magnetic, and I had to force myself to around and walk the other way, or plant them right where I stood.  It didn't help that she smelt delicious and just one whiff of her perfume hijacked every one of my thoughts.

Heading inside one our informal meeting rooms, almost everyone was there.  She was talking to Harriet as she looked up. Those baby blue widened, and her pupils expanded. The pulse in her neck fluttered up a storm.  She briefly smiled. Blinking, she returned her attention to Harriet.

I liked the effect I had on her. It was the same for me. The chemistry between us hadn't changed or diminished, not even a fraction.

Ivy flicked her chin, patting the chair next to her.  Pushing my glasses up, I sat next to her.  "How's life treating you, Clark?" whispering she didn't look my way.

Ivy had taken to calling me Clark. I wasn't sure if she was taking the piss, but Bea had mentioned in passing that she thought I had a Clark Kent / Superman vibe about me—something about my glasses.

But getting back to her question.  "Good, you?"  Hoping it's about to get better.

"Oh, me?  I'm just peachy."

If I was honest, I tried my damned hardest to keep my distance from Ivy.  She had a way of looking at you, as if she could see right through you, and knew what you're thinking.   I'm not afraid to admit—the woman freaked me out.  Especially when she asked if there was anything going on between me and Finn.

Ivy leaned into me, our arm brushed against mine. "Heard you have a hot date tonight?"

I shouldn't be surprised that she and Bea had talked about me.  "Yep, I do."

"Well, just a friendly reminder, Clark." She raised her wrist and tapped her watch. "The clock's ticking."

Bollocks. 

A stupid part of my brain had hoped Bea would have forgotten the deadline regarding telling her what happened four years ago. I only had a few days left.

"Don't it fuck it up, sunshine.  My girl is taking a chance and opening herself up to you. Make sure you return the favour."

Didn't I know how lucky I was, and there was no way I was fucking this up.  Even though that meant sharing... for now.

"And remember, my warning still stands.  Upset her and you deal with me."  She leaned closer; her breath tickled my ear.  "And you don't want to upset me, Clark." Moving away, she tapped her watch again.

Finn was right. You really didn't want to piss off Ivy.

I swallowed my grumble as my gaze landed on Thom, who was watching me and Ivy with amused interest.  Throwing him a what the fuck are you looking at stare, he replied with a full-on shit-eating grin.  Tosser.

"You and Ivy look tight there, Cam? Anything going on between you two that we should all know about?" he said.

Everyone in the room stopped their conversations and turned to look at us.

Ivy beat me to it. Cocking her head, she smiled. "Don't you love nature, despite what it did to you, Thom?"

His head shifted back; his thick eyebrows nudged together. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Figure it out." Asshole, she muttered under her breath.

I choked back a laugh.  Thom looked at Bea, whose face remained impartial.

"Let's keep on topic, shall we?  It's Friday and none of us want to be here later than needed."  Her eyes glanced over the room before landing on mine. "How's the contract negotiation going with Malcom Hardy, Cam?" she asked.

Damn, she looked sexy and made me so fucking hard.  I had to cross my legs and drop an arm casually across my lap to hide my hard on.  

"Cam?"  Shit, she'd asked me a question.  "I will sign it off by the end of next week.  We agreed on a three-book deal."

"I would tie him to five," interrupted Thom.

Prick.  "Closed Suzanne Ryder, Thom?"  Suzanne Ryder was a sore point for Thom. She blew out his advances and asked to be passed to someone else for negotiations.  His eyes narrowed; jaw tensed, but he kept his trap shut. Figures.

"I'm happy with the deal." I said confidently.

Bea smiled. "Nice Job, Cam, let me know if anything changes," she picked up her iPad and typed a quick note, placing it back on the table.

"Sure," I pulled back on my smirk, although irritating Thom was more fun than I'd imagined.

The rest of the meeting flew by, but only because I tuned out of the banal conversations and focused on what I wanted to do with Bea later.  Stripping her out of that dark blue skirt for starters, unbuttoning her crisp white blouse to reveal her lacy bra, which was just about visible. Unclipping her hair, the feel of her skin under my fingers.

Fuck, my dick throbbed.

"Right, I think that's us done for today. Have a great weekend everyone." Bea announced, standing up.

I pretended to flick through my notepad as everyone exited out the room.

Ivy gave me a look, raising a brow.  "Keep it PG sunshine." She winked, "Catch you downstairs Trix."

Bea cast a glance at her, then me.  "Sure, see you in ten."

Ivy trotted out of the room, closing the door behind her, leaving the two of us alone.  "Can I help you with something, Cam?"  Professional.

I watched her slender fingers pick up her iPad from the small table, hoping she would wrap them around my dick in a few hours... if I played my cards right.  "It's not work related. Just wanted to double check you're on for tonight."

"Yes, nothing's changed." She didn't blink or look away.

The urge to kiss her stupid was unbearable, but I understood her clear boundaries here at the office.

"We are going to be alone; I take it?"

Was she talking about Finn—did she want him there?

Guilt went to town on my stomach.  Whenever Bea mentioned him and vice versa, it sent me into a tailspin.  I didn't want to picture them together and although I wasn't sure if they had fucked yet; he hadn't come home two nights ago night and since then I'd avoided him so I couldn't ask—although would I want to know?

It was easier just to live with the idea that my girl wasn't fucking my boy.

What the?   My boy?    When did Finn become my boy?

"Cam?"

"What?"  I'd zoned out. "No, he's out with friends. You okay with it just being us two?"

She pressed her iPad to her chest. Stepping closer, she tilted her head up, the tip of her nose slightly curved up.  I loved that cute nose.  It was perfect, like the rest of her.   "Yes, this is about me and you, Cam.  Just me and you, tonight."

She emphasised the tonight.  It would need a conversation where she saw this going.  But for now, I had little choice but to play along.

"Was that all?" she asked.

I nodded.  "That's all. If you want to get to mine for around eight-ish?"  I forced my hand into my pocket to stop me reaching out and touching her.  "You know the address?"

"Yes. And I haven't forgotten you're cooking.  I'll be starving." Her eyebrow arched.  "I hope you're serving me meat with my pasta." Her pink tongue poked out, brushing across her bottom lip, before she side-stepped and headed toward the door.

Oh, meat was on the menu, gorgeous.  My eyes glued to her arse.  "Dress code remains?"

She'd asked me to cook naked, however, I wasn't sure if she'd been teasing.  She kept her hand on the door handle but didn't turn it, looking over her shoulder.  "Birthday suit for you!"

Yep, Naked it was.  "Whatever the lady wants."

"Talk like that will get you in trouble, Cameron Harte," she teased, before pulling open the door, leaving me standing there with her sweet-floral perfume and a hard dick.

Fuck... four hours and counting.

~ ~

Arriving back at the flat, I stripped out my suit and slipped into my joggers.  Finn wasn't home.  But I knew tonight avoiding him would be difficult before he headed out.  His last client was at five and a regular one, so he would be home by six-thirty and then out by eight.

Heading to the kitchen, I got a head start prepping the food.  We were eating lasagne, and it was something I could have ready to go in the oven half hour before we sat to eat.  My mother had made sure me, and my sister knew how to cook and look after ourselves and truthfully I enjoyed cooking and Finn loved my lasagne.

I stopped what I was doing.  Another stab to my guts.  Sighing, I would save him some for later an apology for being an arsehole.

But back to my prepping.  I didn't want to be spending any more time that needed in the kitchen, because more time in here meant less time with Bea.

There was also the issue of cooking naked.  Hot oil and my dick didn't mix.  So frying up the beef now was the safest option.

Food prepped, I headed to the shower. It didn't take long for Bea to be up front and centre in there with me. My dick perked right up the second I pictured her face. Fucking gorgeous. Maybe it's because I met her so young, and every single woman since I've compared them to her and no one—not a one could match her.

Covering my cock with my soapy hand. It would be better to stroke one out now, so if Bea's up for more than just eating,  I wont explode the second she touches me. Tightening the grip around my shaft, its so hard I'm practically humming. Closing my eyes, hot water streamed over my chest as I worked up and down. All's I was seeing was her naked body as I remembered it and then it shifted to her on her knees, her mouth going up and down, slowly, teasing ...just as good as any blow job I've had from Finn.

Finn.  The image flipped again and its his lips wrapped around my dick, sucking me deep into the back of his throat.

Fuck, my eyes sprang open as I let go of my dick as if it was on fire.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The sound of the front turn had my head turning. Finn would more often than not jump in the shower with me.  It was our routine, he'd come in, talking no stop before wrapping his hand around my dick and getting me off.  We'd then get ready and head uptown to meet up with friends.   

But I'd said it should stop,  Bea was back in my life.

My dick remained hard and twitched as Ivy's words popped in my hand.  Bea was Bi. Had Finn told her about anything about me and him?

And if he had, would it bother her? It wasn't as if  feelings  were involved.

Feelings?  What did I feel?

Quickly finishing up, willing my dick to go down, I stepped from the shower, wrapping a towel round my waist.  Toweling my hair, there was a knock.

Now that was a first for Finn, knocking.   It was time I quit avoiding him. "It's open."

The door cracked and his head popped in.  "You nearly done here?  I need to dive into the shower." He pushed the door fully open, to come through.

"Not like you to knock." My eyes washed across his bare chest, the flex of his abs. He was wearing just his shorts and a fine sheen of sweat from running home. Finn had a great body, not too bulky but sculpted. I'd often seen girls and guys checking him out at the gym and rightly so, he worked hard to keep in shape and it paid off.

"Yeah, I'm trying to give you some space, y'know?"  he planted his hand at the back of his neck, rubbing slowly.

"Ah, avoiding me eh? " Looks like we both had the same idea, but as usual Finn was doing it for me—not himself.

"You don't have to give me space, Finn. I'm okay."   I wasn't, but I was trying.

He looked like he had more to say.

"Cam, I'll be honest.  I know you're having a difficult time since Bea showed up. I get it."  His eyes dropped.  "But you're my best friend and this is the first time that I don't know what is going on inside your head."  He blew out a breath.  "Talk to me, man. Say something, anything!"

He was right. Finn often knew what I was thinking before I did.  Being his friend was easy, just being in his company both excited me and relaxed me. For almost four years, we'd been close.

Close. 

The word didn't seem enough to describe the relationship I had with Finn, it didn't do it justice at all.  He'd been there for me and helped me through that dark time.  I'd never had a friend like him.  Finn's friendship was my safety rope as if I was a trapeze artist and he was all that kept me from tumbling.

And now, I stood here and once again, it's him reaching out to me.  "You're right, I am struggling with..." my hand gripped my towel. "All of it."

Relief and anxiety ran through his eyes as I carried on.  "I'm jealous, and it's fucking eating me up."  There I'd said it.  It scared the shit out of me that Bea wanted Finn and Finn wanted Bea, and what the fuck would I do if they fell in love, and cut me out of their lives?

"What your jealous of me seeing Tr—Bea?"

I didn't answer.  He took a step closer. "Don't stop now, tell me." This close, the heat from his body had me breathing him in...I could smell almost taste the sweat from his workout. And it was crazy to say, but he had the sweetest smelling sweat I'd ever smelled on anyone.

Something hot stirred in my gut and I realised I was standing here, staring.

"Cam?" he nudged.  "Is it upsetting to you the idea of me and Bea together?"

No, it wasn't just that.  It was staring me in the face. I was just as much jealous of Finn wanting Bea, having feelings for her.

And not me.

Fuck! 

"I don't know," I finally answered.

"Do you want me to stop seeing her?"

I knew he would if I asked.  "I'm shit-scared," blurted out.

"Of what... What scares you, Cam?"

Shaking my head. "I can't lose Bea, again," I admitted, looking anywhere but at him.  "But I don't want to lose you either."

The honesty of my words propelled me to put some distance between us as I took a step back.  My heart was beating faster than a caged bird.

Finn ignored my need for space as he stepped toward me. "Lose me? I don't understand what you mean." I could feel his eyes on me.  "You mean us being friends."

"No."

He cocked his head to the side, giving me an assessing look. "Then what... what is it you don't want to lose?"

You.  This.  Us.

Fuck, why was this so hard?

I shook my head over and over.  "I thought it was right that we stop... me and you." I mumbled. "What we—"   I left it there hanging in mid-air.

"Go on," he pushed.

"But just now in the shower.  Me and you."

Fuck, I really need to step away from this.  Stop talking.

"Me and you?" he prompted.

Surely I didn't need to say anymore.  I raised my head, our eyes catching.

And there it was.

Understanding dawned on his face, followed by a smile and a slow nod.  "Things don't have to change between us, Cam."  He said it as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

But it wasn't.

"Is this what you want?"  He stepped closer,  snaking his hand through my wet hair and pulled my head back so that it forced me to look at him.  "Nothing has to change. In fact, you could have more."

There was a strange buzz in the air, electricity, firing me up.  He shifted closer, his groin pressed up against mine and despite me not having a fucking clue what he meant by more, my body had no issue with making it clear what it wanted.  My dick became so hard it hurt.

"I'll always know what you need, Cam."

His voice deepened in a way I'd never heard before.  I was always the dominant one between us both, Finn was always easy-going, happy to play along, give himself over.

He shifted his hips just so and his dick—his now very hard dick, pushed through his shorts and my towel.

"Nothing has to change," he repeated. His face was so close to mine, his breath warming my lips before they grazed against mine.  "I want Trix, but I'll always want this with you, Cam."

His hand stilled in my hair. I felt so fucking warm. Barely sucking in a breath before his lips were on mine, kissing me hard, pushing me backwards but stepping with me until it pressed me up against the wall. I felt him everywhere as my whole body exploded with need. Finn's tongue twirled around mine as I angled my head to get closer.

It set something off in me and the cold tiles against my back did nothing to cool the ramping heat rushing through me.   His grip on my hair tightened as his other hand skimmed down my side, lower, skating between us.

Lower.

He reached my groin, a hand slipped inside my towel, stroking over my erection.

A throaty whisper, "you want this?" rubbing my aching cock, pressing his erection into my leg.  "You feel me too?" His tongue slipped inside my mouth, owning the kiss. I didn't try pull away. I didn't want him too.

Our lips unglued, his breath ragged.  "Open your eyes Cam, look at me," he commanded.

Fuck, I hadn't even realised my eyes were closed.  "This doesn't have to end.  I know you don't want to label it, and I'm good with that."

He big hand carried on stroking me, firm even strokes.  Perfect. A moan left my mouth,  I could hardly fucking concentrate as my hips moved in time with his hand, pressure ticking in my balls.

"You won't lose me or my friendship, ever."

The heat inside me became a full on inferno.  His hand disappeared from my hair. My towel was yanked from me to leave me standing naked.

He added a little more pressure to his strokes.  "Fuck, Finn."

His mouth was on mine again and I kissed him back just as hard.  He groaned against my mouth, pushing me harder against the wall.

I'll admit I'd hardly ever touched Finn sexually.  Yeah, we kissed, he touched me, wanked me off. Blew me and twice I'd fucked him when I'd had too much to drink, but never had I touched him like he was touching me now.

How fucking selfish was that?

I don't know what possessed me, but I reached down, hands fumbling, and pushed his shorts and boxes down a little and pulled out his heavy cock.  Finn groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his stiffness and began stroking.

It was a little awkward, using my left hand, but Finn didn't seem to mind my clumsy first attempt to get him off.

His hand slowed slightly on my dick as he inhaled a sharp breath.  "Fuck Cam,"

Fluid leaked from the head of his dick and coating my fingers, making it so much easier for my hand to slide up and down his hard length.

"So good." He panted, gripping my bottom lip between his teeth.

My brain shut down as I enjoyed the feel of my hands on him and his on me.

Matching our pace, we stroked, kissed and fucked into each other's hand.  And I won't deny it felt amazing having his hands on me.  In truth, he always handled me better than I handled myself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I wasn't sure who shot off first, but hot liquid splattered on my stomach as Finn let out a long slow groan.

Pulling back, it took a few moments for our breathing to settle as we looked at each other.

Finn broke eye contact first, looking down. He still held in his hand my softening dick.

"Better fix this."  He looked up and the relief on his face made my heart skip a beat.

His lips curved into a smile.  My face was a look of someone a little dumbstruck.

What the fuck had just happened? I was lost for words.

He let go of my dick and reached for some tissue. Grabbing his own dick, he cleaned himself up.  My cum was splattered on his abs and the top of his thigh.

Pulling up his shorts. He flicked his chin up. "You grab another shower. I can wait," he said.

Finn's cum dribbled down my stomach.  Yeah, I needed a shower.

He threw the tissue in the bin and watched me flip on the shower through the reflection in the mirror. "Cam?"

My gaze cut to his reflection.  "Yeah?"

"Think about what I said. There's more to gain than to lose."

He walked out of the bathroom. 

Was he right?

Fuck, I was even more confused.