Unrestrained (Double D Ranch #3)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

The annoying blare of his ringtone had Cam groaning and blindly swiping for his phone on the nightstand.

He squinted at the name that popped up on his screen. It wasn’t anyone from his job—not his current one, at least—so that was good. Because of that, he could safely assume the ranch resort wasn’t burning to the ground. Or being overrun by horny zombies.

He put it to his ear and had to clear his throat to force out, “Hey. It’s been a while.”

A familiar masculine voice filled his ear. “I’m getting out.”

Cam yawned, stretched, then drove his hand down his boxer briefs to tug on his balls. “You make it sound like you’re getting out of prison.”

“Might as well be,” Nolan said.

He hadn’t heard from his former co-worker in a few months. Actually, not since the night of Cam’s retirement party.

That had been fun, but he normally wasn’t a big drinker, so the next morning had been rough after celebrating most of the night.

He missed talking to Nolan Young, a fellow trooper. They had worked together at the Pennsylvania State Police’s barracks in Media. In the last few years before Cam retired, they’d been on the same platoon, had become fast friends and pretty damn close.

He’d been meaning to reach out and felt guilty about not doing so. Especially now that he had finally settled in at Double D Ranch as their head of security.

“It might suck, but at least it’s not prison. You know how much they love law enforcement in there.”

Silence hit his ears.

“Wait. Have you even done your twenty-five?” Enlisted members of PSP needed to do twenty-five years on the job if they wanted to retire with their full pension and benefits.

Only having to do twenty-five years to get the maximum payout was great when you went into the state police academy at only twenty-one. It was nice to be able to “retire” at forty-six years old.

The biggest challenge was surviving those years on the job.

“No, not yet. But I can’t deal with this shit anymore. I thought long and hard about what I’d lose and I’m fine with getting out at twenty.”

Damn. That would reduce his monthly pension. But for some, five more years was five too many. “And when is this happening?”

“In two weeks.” Nolan paused. “Cam…”

He fought another yawn. “Yeah?”

“I’m only forty-one. I’m too young to retire and do nothing. I’ll need to supplement my pension, too.”

“I hear you. I’m too old to deal with the bullshit that goes along with police work, but too young to relax in a rocking chair on the porch watching the world go by.” Add in the fact that Cam was financially supporting a daughter through college. He couldn’t not work.

“I need a slower pace. No freaking fifty-car pile ups due to snow squalls. No domestics. No tweakers. No bullshit.”

“I hear you, brother. What do you plan to do, if not board the easy train?”

“Find the kind of gig like you did. Where I can use my experience and skills, but at a much slower pace.”

“Security for an old folks’ home?” Cam suggested as a joke.

“I said slow, not dead.”

“Ouch.”

“You know what I mean.”

Cam stroked his half chub lazily as he talked. “Some of those residents can get pretty fucking cantankerous. Might have to pepper spray one for assault with a pudding cup.”

“Or zip tie their wheelchair wheel to the frame so they can’t make a run for it.”

Cam chuckled. “They do, you just chase after them using a scooter and do a pit maneuver.” A low chuckle filled his ear and caused Cam’s nipples to stand at attention.

“Damn, I miss working with you.”

“Same, brother.” Cam also missed seeing Nolan in the locker room before and after shifts. The man always drew his eye, making him wish Nolan wasn’t straight.

Who was he kidding? It didn’t matter if he wasn’t, Cam had stuffed himself into a closet and locked the door behind him. No way did he want anyone at his barracks, or even in the state-wide law enforcement organization, to know he wasn’t strictly batting for the straight team.

He didn’t need the hassle. The jokes, the looks, the insulting whispers.

You’d think in this day and age, more folks would be tolerant of how others lived their lives, especially since it wasn’t their business. Unfortunately, they weren’t.

The only good thing about being bi was that he could bring a woman along to events and get-togethers with his fellow cops and it didn’t come off as awkward. Or suspicious.

He could easily pretend to be as straight as the line they made drunks walk during sobriety tests. Only, that was far from the truth. “When’s your last day?”

“The fifteenth.”

Damn. Now that guilt for not reaching out became even heavier. He should’ve known Nolan was about to retire. “Then what?”

“Maybe take a breather for a few weeks. Got an offer to work security at the county courthouse. However, the pay is shit, no bennies, and I don’t know if I want to deal with some of the crazies that come to court.”

“I hear ya. Why don’t you come up here for a visit? See what a sweet deal I stumbled into.” It would be the perfect time to catch up.

“You’re liking it?”

“The benefits outweigh the pay, but hell yeah. I get to live in a rent-free cabin in a beautiful area, the food’s awesome and also included, we’ve got a spa here if I ever have tight muscles and need a massage, I don’t have to pay a dime for booze, and I get to spend as much time outdoors as I want.

The property butts up against state game land and Moshannon State Forest. I can hunt, run, ATV, whatever. ”

“Isn’t it some kind of sex resort?”

Cam smiled. “Another benefit.”

“You’re allowed to hook up with the guests?” Nolan sounded skeptical.

“Sure, if they consent. Consent is non-negotiable here. If they want me and I want them? No problem.”

“All the sex you want without strings sounds like a damn good benefit.”

“As long as I’m off-duty. And yes, no strings. Most guests are only here a few days or a week at the most.”

“Sounds like Utopia.”

“Pretty close. In fact, they have a whole bunch of kinky playrooms where anything goes named Heaven, if that tells you anything.”

Nolan’s snort filled Cam’s ear. “Heaven. I bet.”

“Some wild shit goes down in those rooms.”

“You get to watch?”

“If I want, sure. We also have security cameras everywhere else and I assure you, those rooms aren’t the only place where some interesting shit goes down.

” They didn’t record inside the playrooms unless an emergency button was pushed, but that information wasn’t shared outside of management and the security team.

The button was their latest upgrade after Cam suggested it. However, the cameras in the hallway outside of those rooms were always monitored and signage made the guests aware of it.

Nolan’s deep chuckle caused Cam’s balls to tighten. “And as head of security, you get the privilege of monitoring those.”

Cam needed to stop fantasizing about a man he’d never have and concentrate on the guests here who were plentiful.

But so far, since arriving, he’d stuck to women. Despite this resort being judgement-free, it was a hard habit to break. He wasn’t quite comfortable yet exposing his true desires, despite the fact that both Dylan and Dayne, the twin brothers who owned the resort, were both bisexual themselves.

“Let me just say, the guests here aren’t shy, so shit happens right out in the open.

By the pool. By the lake. In a pasture. Nothing’s off limits except they don’t want people banging on the tables in the dining hall or in the lodge’s lobby.

And, of course, the bosses’ residences are off-limits. ” Unless invited, of course.

Both Dayne and Dylan Lyons were both in polyamorous relationships and sometimes invited guests to join them.

“Bosses? How many?”

“Three. All siblings. They’re great, though. They allow me to do the hiring for the security team and basically let me do what I do best. They don’t micromanage.”

“Unlike that last lieutenant we had.”

“Yeah, Mastriano was a dick. Luckily, I don’t have to deal with that shit here. Even better, if I suggest specific equipment for me or my team, I get it. No questions asked. They trust my judgement one hundred percent.”

“Like I said, Utopia.”

“It’s definitely different from PSP. A good type of different.” So far, he hadn’t had to restrain or get into a scuffle with any guest. Most likely because the guests had to sign agreements before arriving and even more when checking in, so they knew the rules in advance.

The most important rule being consent.

“It sounds like I might have to come up and check it out.”

“Anytime, brother.”

“I’ll let you know. Once I get all my retirement paperwork filed and approved, I might head up for a few days.”

“It’s been too long and I’d love to see you, Nolan.” See you, touch you, taste you.

“Same here. I know it’s only been a few months, but it seems like years.”

Cam agreed. “Just let me know when you want to come up. In the meantime, I’ll put you on the pre-approved guest list at the gate. The resort might be a slower pace but you won’t be bored. There are plenty of things to do here. Pool, spa, horseback riding, ATVs,”—sex—“the list is endless.”

“Sounds good, brother. It’ll be a nice change of pace and a good opportunity to clear my head.”

“It’ll be nice to see a familiar face.” He had to admit, he’d been a bit lonely, despite being constantly surrounded by guests and fellow employees.

“Is Laurel still attending Penn State Main Campus in State College?”

Talking about his daughter had him yanking his hand free of his underwear.

He grimaced. “She sure is. Having her so close is another benefit to living up here. I visit her whenever I can but she’s busy with school and her friends.

” She didn’t have much time for dear old dad, she was too busy forging her future.

“She good?”

“She’s great. It’s hard to believe but one more year and my baby will have her bachelor’s degree in Communication.”

“You have to be proud of her.”

Cam smiled. Both he and his ex-wife agreed, Laurel was the best thing to come out of their failed marriage. “Of course.”

“Okay, brother. Got to go. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon, Nolan.” He ended the call and set his phone aside.

The wait and anticipation was going to kill him. He had lusted after Nolan since the moment he met the other man, but, of course, he’d always been beyond Cam’s reach.

As were all straight men.

Even though Nolan might not be at his fingertips, Cam could pretend he was. All he had to do was wrap those same fingers around his cock again and close his eyes.

Nobody had to know. Especially Nolan.

He rolled enough to reach the lotion kept on the nightstand, did one pump into his palm, then settled in.

Once his fingers circled his length, he gave his cock a good squeeze and began to stroke himself slowly, distributing the lotion evenly. He pulled in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and flipped through his memory bank to find the perfect one.

Oh yeah, that’s the one.

Nolan standing in front of his locker at the end of their shift, wearing an Under Amour shirt that fit like a second skin and hugged his six pack abs, broad shoulders, and biceps.

When he turned his back to Cam, he dropped his uniform trousers and stepped free.

Bending over to pick them up, his tight boxer briefs showcased a perfect peach of an ass.

The one Cam would love to tongue, finger, and fuck.

That memory had him cupping his balls in the palm of his left hand and collaring the root of his hard-on with two fingers like a cock ring.

He used his right hand to slowly stroke his whole length.

At the top, he swirled his thumb around the tip, then tightened his grip and began to pump it at a fast and furious pace.

With the pressure quickly building, his fist became a blur and his hips danced on the mattress.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he released a grunt he swore came from deep within his soul. He thrusted into his fist one more time and came, the hot ropes of cum creating stripes on his stomach.

Lazily drawing his fingers through the aftermath, he gathered some up and used it to continue slowly stroking as he waited for his heartbeat to slow, as well as his breathing.

He really needed to shower and get ready for the day, but he also wanted to enjoy the bliss that followed a good jerk-off session, even one as short as this one.

He sighed.

Cam appreciated Nolan as a friend. He definitely appreciated him as a man.

And as spank bank material.

For fuck’s sake, he was such a damn perv. He should be ashamed for using his friend like that.

But he wasn’t. What Nolan didn’t know…

Cam chuckled softly. Yeah, he was a complete degenerate.

His next sexual encounter really needed to be with a man. He needed to push past his hangups about anyone knowing.

While he should be ashamed for using an unsuspecting Nolan to get off, he shouldn’t be for being bisexual. He was also at a perfect place in his life now where he could be who he was and not hide it.

While hooking up with women was great—and he didn’t plan on giving them up—they normally didn’t scratch every itch. He simply needed to find the right man since the one he lusted after wasn’t available.

Except for in his dreams.