Kingston
He’s not here.
It’s Thanksgiving. His sister, his mom, and even Phillip are all here at my mom’s dinner table, but not Camden.
And I knew he wouldn’t be. I knew he didn’t want to come back to Kensley. He’s living the big college life and loving it, but it still hurts like crazy, seeing the empty chair my mom made sure was there for him, just in case.
Then we all eat, and he’s not here. When they’re serving up pie that we’re all too full for, that’s when the doorbell rings.
I try not to get too excited but jump to my feet and haul ass toward the front door, pulling it open before I even look through the window to see who it is.
Camden’s outside the door, dressed in jeans and tennis shoes, bundled up in a coat with a stocking cap on his head. His smile is bright as I pull him into a big hug, not caring that it’s snowing outside and cold as fuck.
“You made it.”
He chuckles, his body still pressed against mine as I hold him tight. “Yeah. I’m sorry I’m late. It’s a really long fucking drive.”
I smile, my breath puffing out white in the cold air as I pull back enough to look at him. “Yeah, it is.”
He doesn’t pull away from me, standing on the stoop with the door open. “Shit. You don’t have a date in there, do you? I thought about that when I was like, two hours away. I mean, it’s cool if you do.”
Camden is rambling. That’s weird. “No.” I shake my head. “There’s no one I want to date. The only one I want to be with is . . .” I stop, his eyes showing confusion, but I decide to just go for it, “you.”
“Me?” He looks shocked. “What do you mean?”
“You said you were in love with me once,” I say, vulnerability swarming me, but I don’t care. God, I missed him. I hate the thought of him dating someone else. Of anyone else kissing him and touching him. Sharing a bed with him.
I’m a small-town guy, and I can’t give him much, but I can give him me. I’ll be good to him. I know that much.
“I . . .” He shivers, and I’m not sure if it’s from nerves or the cold. “I’m in love with you, but . . .”
“But what?” I cock my head to the side, still holding onto him. “I’m in love with you too. I think I may have always been in love with you.”
He gasps slightly, shock on his handsome face. “You’re . . .” He searches my eyes. “But that stuff with us . . . It wasn’t real. Right?”
“What about that didn’t feel real? It was all real, Camden.”
He shakes his head slowly, like he can’t believe it. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
I stare at him incredulously. How is he not getting this? I grasp his cold cheeks in my hands and look straight into his eyes. “There is no have to. There’s only want to with you. I want to be with you, but I want you to have everything you want and deserve.”
“I want to be with you too.” He grabs my shirt while I hold on to his face, and he smashes his lips against mine. They’re so damn cold, but they heat up from the fire of our kiss. “I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too,” I breathe into our kiss. “We’ll figure it out.”
He pulls back for a moment, looking far more hopeless than I like. I want to just pull him back into a kiss, but he speaks before I can. “How? Kingston. I like . . .”
“You’re not quitting school,” I say firmly.
“But you like it here. You love it here.” He waves his hand, and I’m about to tell him I couldn’t give a fuck about location when a deep voice clears behind me, and Camden freezes in my arms, his entire body tense.
“Boys, you’re letting out all the heat.” My dad. Shit.
Oh, well. I move to Camden’s side and wrap my arm behind his back, standing tall. “I’m in love with Camden. We’re going to be together, somehow. But I’m in love with him.”
Camden’s body goes completely rigid, and for a moment, I think I may have messed up. Maybe we should have talked about this first, but I’m pretty sure my dad saw my lips on his a moment ago, and I’m not ashamed of Camden.
Not now. Not ever. And I meant what I said last Thanksgiving. If my dad can’t accept it, he’ll lose a son.
He stands still for a moment, studying us, and then gives a nod. Though, I’m not sure what it means. “Okay. But you’re still letting the heat out of the house, and it’s fucking cold.”
“W-what?” Camden barely croaks.
“The heat,” my dad says, like we’re the crazy ones. We both move slowly inside, and then my dad wraps his arms around both of us. “You two make each other happy. That’s all I care about.”
Holy. Shit.
He’s fine with it. “Camden, you’re here.” My mom’s voice is warm and inviting as she walks over to us, and I grab Cam’s hand in mine. Her eyes track the motion and then find my dad’s gaze.
She turns back to Camden and me. “So what does this mean?”
“We’re together,” I say firmly. Camden squeezes my hand, and I turn to look at him. “Right?”
He smiles at me and then shocks the hell out of me when he kisses my cheek and nods. “Yes. God, yes.”
My mom smiles and then hugs us both with tears in her eyes. “Well, okay then. But what does this mean for college, Camden?”
Before he can say anything, I pipe up, “We’re going to figure that out. But he’s going back this weekend. He has class Monday.”
My mom looks slightly worried, but she doesn’t fight me, and we join the table after that. He eats from a plate my mom makes up for him, and I stuff myself with pie before his mom, Phillip, and Luce leave, and I pull him up to my bedroom.
I strip him bare and kiss him while he rips the clothes from my body. I spend so much time kissing him. “I’ve missed this, but mostly, I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too. Why didn’t you tell me you were in love with me?” he asks as he finds a condom and slides it onto my hard cock. I want to skip the condom, but we can talk about that next time. Right now, I just need to be inside him.
“I didn’t want you to stay for me.”
My slick fingers find his hole, and I stretch him. He turns around on all fours, thrusting his ass out for me, and my hands go to his hips, dragging my hand over his firm ass cheeks. “I would have.”
“I know.” I line up with his hole and gently slide into him, bottoming out and eliciting a full groan from both of us as I bite into the flesh of his shoulder and hold on to his hips. “I couldn’t let you. But I do love you.”
“Is this real?” I pull out, and he thrusts back, whimpering. “No. Fuck me.”
I chuckle and press on his shoulder to get him to move. “Roll over. I want to see you.”
He does what I say, and I hold his legs under his knees, exposing him to me and knowing that he’s mine. All mine. “I love you.” I thrust back inside him, and his back arches off the bed, his throat pulled tight as he drops his head back and moans.
“I love you too.”
I pull almost all the way out and then thrust back into him, feeling every tight muscle squeezing around me as I flatten one hand over his smooth belly. “This is real. You’re mine.”
He nods, leaning up to steal my lips with his as I wrap a hand around his cock. “And you’re mine.”
“Forever.” I meet his lips and stroke him as I slide in and out of his tight heat.
We belong to each other.