Reynaud's Redemption, стр. 7
“Why didn’t you say something when you left the room?”
The smell of alcohol wafted around Cameron’s head to his face and dread welled inside him.
I needed to get away from you for a while, that’s why.
The words rang in is head but Cameron knew better than to say the comment aloud. It surely would have gotten him pushed against the pane with Joe’s hand around his throat or, at the very least, shaken so hard he would be dizzy afterward. He would rather not experience either again, but they were both Joe’s go-to moves when he was angry. Cameron had been at the window for just over an hour before Joe had come into the room. When he’d left the table, Joe had just poured his first after-dinner drink. Cameron hoped he hadn’t been drinking the whole time, but history dictated otherwise.
“I…I just wanted to look out the window for a while. I like watching the rain,” he answered finally.
“Mmm, well, you’ve been doing that long enough. It’s time for bed. Let’s go,” Joe said, leaving Cameron’s ass with a sharp slap.
The creaking springs of the mattress made Cameron recoil. The thought of getting into bed with Joe made his stomach hurt. Discreetly, Cameron wiped his eyes and turned.
“Joe, I’m not really ready for bed. I was going to do a little work on the computer, maybe look up a few recipes to try.”
“Uh-huh, but I said it’s time for bed,” he countered, tossing the covers back in invitation.
Cameron heard the finality in Joe’s tone and walked toward the bed. He didn’t want a fight. Removing his pajama bottoms with a sigh, he took his place beside Joe and turned to his side.
“Uh-uh, what are you doing? Turn back this way. I want some ass tonight,” Joe jerked Cameron over onto his back.
“I’m tired, Joe.”
“Tired? Five seconds ago you were trying to sit up on the computer checking out some damn recipes.”
“Yes, well—”
Joe climbed over him and pushed his legs apart. “I don’t want to hear that shit, Cam. Open your damn legs and let me in.”
Joe pushed Cameron’s knees to his chest without waiting for his help. He leaned forward and took Cameron’s sleeping cock into his mouth. The sudden rush of the wet sensation made Cameron cry out. Joe sucked roughly on his shaft until it was stiff.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. I want to see a hard dick when I’m fucking you,” Joe grunted.
Joe brought himself up onto his knees, spat loudly in his hand and rubbed his saliva on his own swollen head. Cameron turned his face away in an effort to hide the disgusted look he knew showed there. Joe groaned lustfully as he tried to plunge into Cameron’s sphincter. He gasped loudly and his head jerked back toward Joe. His prowess lacked as much as his sensitivity, but luckily for Cameron the unpleasantness didn’t last long. Joe continued to shove his member roughly against Cameron’s body, but was unable to maintain his erection. With a frustrated grunt, Joe rolled off.
“Fuck it. I’ll get some in the morning.”
Relieved, Cameron lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. A short time later, Joe’s snores filled the room. Flipping the sheet away, he attempted to give in to the overwhelming urge to get away from Joe. Silently, Cameron threw his legs over the side of the bed, but before he could stand, Joe reached out and gripped his wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom,” Cameron answered readily.
“It don’t take more than five minutes to piss, Cam,” Joe warned.
Cameron nodded and walked from the room. He closed the door to the bathroom and stood against the solid surface. Looking around frantically, he spotted the small grandfather clock on the shelf and snatched it down. He took a few calming breaths then walked back to the bedroom. Cameron stood over the bed looking down at Joe. The man who had once charmed him with his handsome face, intellect and wit now gave new meaning to the word horrific. The good looks that used to make Cameron smile now twisted his lips in disgust.
After a few moments, Joe turned with a quizzical look on his face. “What the—?”
Cameron lifted the clock over his head and slammed it down onto Joe’s face, abruptly ending his sentence.
Cameron’s eyes popped open. Soaked with sweat and breathing erratically, he looked around the room. He realized he’d had another bad dream and let out a breath of relief. Beside him, Mel lay quietly gazing upward.
With a soft smile, Cameron petted the animal. “You should be glad dogs don’t dream, boy. The nightmares I have about Joe would drive anyone insane. The only good thing about them is sometimes the endings turn out better than it did in real life.”
The dog continued to look at him blankly. Cameron chuckled and sat up.
“Never mind, boy. You don’t have to worry about ever meeting Joe. He’s long gone out of my life.” He looked at his watch and smiled. “Come on, Mel. It’s time to go meet the last delivery guys.”
Chapter Two
Cameron ended the staff meeting right before they opened for lunch. To his surprise, a line waited to get in again. It had been the same each day since the grand opening two weeks ago. Opening day jitters had worn off quickly. He and his staff had fallen into an easy routine. Even Mel had learned not to go into the kitchen or