27. Basher
BASHER
The entire ride to Cameron’s place, Basher’s mind spiraled through every worst-case scenario imaginable—from someone hiding in Cameron’s closet to a bomb hidden under the kitchen sink.
Every scenario ended the same way—with Cameron dead.
Basher couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.
There was no fucking way.
Cameron was the first person to truly glimpse the real Basher behind the fortified walls he’d spent his entire life building—walls that protected the lonely, lost, vulnerable beast inside him.
And instead of recoiling from what he saw, Cameron accepted him completely, flaws and all, offering him something Basher had never truly known before: hope, love, and understanding.
And for that, he would be eternally grateful.
So there was no fucking way that some obsessive little fucker was going to do anything to harm Cameron or force him into something he didn’t want.
Once Basher burst through the apartment door, he rushed over to Cameron and pulled him into a tight embrace.
He could feel the young man tremble against him.
Sliding his hand slowly down Cameron’s back, he did his best to comfort him, reminding him that he was here now and that nobody was ever going to hurt or harm him. Not while he still had a breath left in his body.
Cameron nodded against his chest.
“Thank you.” He sniffled.
Not wanting to break their connection or lose the feeling of Cameron’s warmth pressed up against his body, Basher forced himself to pull away.
He needed to check the rest of the apartment. For all he knew, there could be a man standing right behind him with a gun pointed directly at his head.
Who was he kidding? After all his years in prison, he had gotten good at being aware of his surroundings and being able to spot when someone was sneaking up on him. Except for that one time in the shower, but there had been water running and soap in his eyes.
Any man would have taken one to the gut in that situation.
“I need to check the rest of the apartment,” Basher said, placing his hands on the young man’s shoulders and staring into his eyes. “You’re going to be fine waiting here in the living room.”
Cameron nodded, his body still trembling.
Poor guy. He was going to make whoever was after Cameron suffer for what he was doing to the man he cared about.
Basher pulled the gun from his back pocket, then began tearing through Cameron’s apartment, searching for whoever was going to die that night.
Nobody threatened his guy and got away with it.
Once Basher had finished checking the place and determined there were no threats present, he came out of Cameron’s bedroom carrying a duffel bag and his toothbrush in both hands.
“Grab anything else you need. You’re staying at my place,” Basher growled.
Cameron quickly sifted through the duffel bag Basher had given him and spotted something unusual hidden beneath his shirts. He picked up the item and held it in front of Basher with two of his fingers.
Dangling between his fingers was one of his favorite jockstraps. Cameron looked up at Basher with a questioning smirk.
“What?” Basher asked, his cheeks quickly heating. “I like the way they look on you.”
Chuckling, Cameron tossed the underwear back into the bag and zipped it up.
He quickly grabbed his laptop and cell phone charger, then headed toward the door.
Before Cameron could open the door, Basher stuck his arm out in front of him and held him back protectively.
“Let me check first.”
Basher stuck his head out the door to make sure the coast was clear.
“Okay, let’s go,” Basher instructed, stepping out the door first before waiting for Cameron to finish locking up.
When they were down on the street, Basher glanced up and down the road around them.
Nothing looked out of the ordinary.
Helping Cameron onto the back of his bike, he flicked on his Bluetooth, then made a quick call to Marcus.
He informed Marcus of the situation, the threats made, and that he was taking Cameron to his house for his own protection.
They agreed to meet the next day at Ride ’em Hard to discuss their next move.
“Do you think we’re safe here?” Cameron asked as they walked through the front door.
They hadn’t been followed.
Basher had done a few extra loops on their way over, taking note of every car, every lingering stare, every suspicious person watching them as they rode by. None of them seemed to follow. None of them seemed interested beyond the thirty seconds it took to ride past.
They were safe.
“Yeah, we’re safe here.” Basher entered the alarm code by the front door. “Just don’t be sneaking off anywhere on your own tonight. I’ve got big brother watching,” he said, pointing toward the alarm.
Cameron nodded as he stepped farther into Basher’s home.
Basher couldn’t understand why Cameron seemed so nervous. Cameron had been there countless times before—he knew the house and where everything was.
After dinner, Basher showered, then settled on his bed while he reread the card Cameron had received over and over.
He was trying to understand what this crazy man was trying to get out of this whole situation. He had to know that Cameron would never be interested in dating a man so clearly unhinged and out of his mind.
And was that any different from dating someone who had been in prison, killed three men, and beaten the shit out of countless others? He wasn’t exactly boyfriend material himself.
If truth be told, Basher was probably the last person who should be deciding who Cameron should be dating.
“You still reading that stupid thing?” Cameron asked, walking into the bedroom and climbing onto the bed next to him, wearing nothing but a small towel wrapped snugly around his waist.
Basher gave a grunt, frown lines forming as he concentrated on the last part of the note.
I can’t be held responsible for what comes next.
What did the psychopath mean by “what comes next”?
It was the threat of uncertainty that didn’t sit well with Basher. Was he coming after Cameron? Him? Someone else close to Cameron?
“I can think of a better way to be spending our time,” Cameron said, cozying up next to him and sliding his hand over the bulge between Basher’s legs.
Basher’s eyes quickly fell to where Cameron was busy rubbing his dick.
“Mmm, fuck…” Basher moaned, tossing the note on the floor and pulling open the folds of his own towel.
His cock sprang free, flopping against Cameron’s chin as it quickly flooded with blood. Basher had never seen his cock get so hard, so fast.
Cameron smiled as he grabbed the base of Basher’s dick and held it up straight.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Cameron whispered, licking Basher’s meat from nutsack to tip before diving down on his cock like it was his newest favorite addiction.
“Jesus, Cam.” Basher groaned, feeling his cock hit the back of Cameron’s throat.
He stared down at the boy as Cameron slobbered all over his dick, taking it fast, then slow and shallow, then deep. He was a man possessed, devouring his cock like it was the only thing on earth that mattered.
Reaching across the bed, Basher pulled open the top drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube.
He flicked open the cap and squeezed a generous amount of lube on Cameron’s hole. He began working Cam open, never losing rhythm as Cameron continued to swallow his dick. First one finger, then two, then finally four.
The boy was a cock-sucking demon.
The moans that spilled from Cameron’s lips were positively sinful.
Desperate, but sinful.
“Fuck, I love playing with that hole of yours.” Basher still couldn’t believe that this incredibly gorgeous man was interested in him.
“Are you going to play with it all night? Or are you going to fuck me until I can’t remember my name?” Cameron challenged, giving him a smirk as he rubbed Basher’s mushroom head against his lips.
Fuck… the boy was such a cock-hungry monster.
“First, I want you to sit on my cock and ride me reverse cowboy style. I want to see that ass of yours swallow my dick. Get that hole nice and stretched before I flip you over and pound the shit out of you.”
Cameron’s eyes heated as he smiled up at the man who was about to tear open his tight little ass.
“Yes, sir!” Cameron rushed before sitting up and throwing his leg over Basher’s thick body.
Staring at Cameron’s perfect pink hole, he lined up his cock and watched as his dick slowly disappeared into Cameron’s perfect body.
Mesmerized, Basher watched as Cameron’s hole stretched wide around his cock, swallowing it whole as Cam continued his journey all the way down to his balls.
“Jesus Christ.” Basher moaned, enjoying the warm heat that wrapped itself around his incredibly hard dick.
Cameron let out a moan as he adjusted himself and gripped the top of Basher’s thighs for support. “God, do you have to have such a fucking big dick?”
Basher chuckled.
“Just think how good it’s going to feel pressing up against your prostate.”
Cameron looked over his shoulder and glared at him.
“Spoken like a true alpha male who’s never had to take one up the ass.”
“Nope, this butt is a no-cock zone.”
Cameron began to move his hips, rocking on Basher’s cock as he let himself get adjusted.
“You have no idea what you’re missing.” Cameron closed his eyes, letting the pleasure roll over his body.
He began to pick up the pace, riding Basher’s cock like he was born to do.
“Oh fuck.” Basher gasped, loving the tightness of Cameron’s ass as it slid up and down his shaft in smooth, rhythmic motions.
The boy let out a gasp the moment Basher’s cock pressed up against his prostate.
“More…” Cameron groaned, his ass jiggling as it bounced against his pelvis.
Visually, it was all too much for Basher. He needed to be in control.
With a low growl, Basher hooked an arm around Cameron’s waist and flipped them over in one powerful movement. He pressed down onto Cam, shoving his dick in further as he watched Cameron gasp in pleasure.
“Holy fuck!” Cameron breathed just as Basher yanked him up onto all fours, snapping his hips forward and beginning his assault on the bartender’s ass.
Listening to the sinful sounds spill from Cameron’s mouth had Basher’s cock rock hard.
He snapped his hips forward—faster, deeper.
Sweat dripped from his body and landed on Cameron’s back.
The bed squeaked, and the headboard banged against the wall. Thankfully, he lived in a house where he didn’t need to worry about his neighbors hearing him fuck the shit out of the sexy young bartender who worked at the local biker bar—oh, and made amateur porn in his spare time.
To hear Cameron get defiled, and loving every hard thrusting, pounding he received, was like listening to porn on audio. Nothing sounded hotter.
“Oh, right there.” Cameron groaned, pushing his ass up against Basher as he began quickly jerking his cock beneath him. “Yes. Fuck. Oh… my…”
Cameron’s body was shaking. He was on the verge of blowing his load, and Basher was loving every second of it.
“Come for me, babe. I want to feel that asshole tighten around my cock as you bust a nut and scream out my name.”
“Oh fuck! Yes! Basher! Fuck—” Cameron’s last words were cut off as his body began to spasm, and Basher could feel his hole clench with every shot from his balls.
It only took two more thrusts before Basher was flooding his condom as well.
They both crashed on the bed—Cameron in a pool of his own cum, Basher in a pool of his own sweat that had accumulated on Cameron’s back.
He wrapped his arms around Cameron’s body and slowly began kissing the back of his neck.
“God. Has anyone ever told you that you are a fucking beast in bed?” Cameron asked, turning his head slightly so their noses were just inches from each other.
Basher chuckled.
“I need to be to conquer a tight, little ass like yours,” Basher admitted.