Caught on Camera: Part Four Read Free

cock through his jeans.
    Reece groaned and fluttered his eyes shut.
    “And you know what else?” Cade said. “You’re going to do everything I ask of you, sub, and you’re going to love it all. Every…single…little thing.”
     

Chapter Eighteen
     
     
     
    “Cut.” Jack let the camera lens tip toward the floor. “That’ll do.”
    “All okay?” Reece asked.
    “Yeah, and thank fuck for that. Hot enough to fry an egg on the ground out here.” He touched the black surface of his camera. “Or my goddamn camera.” He tutted. “I’ll catch you boys at the club later. I ain’t standing out in this fucking heat. Cost a damn fortune, this bit of kit.”
    He turned and walked along the flyover, back toward The Luxor.
    “I don’t know about you,” Reece said quietly. “But I always feel relieved when he goes. He’s so damn grumpy.”
    “Yeah, but a great camera guy. Don’t know he’s there, do you?”
    “No, not really.”
    Cade gathered Reece close. “Did you say something about going for a beer?”
    “Yeah. Come on. Let’s try our luck there.” Reece pointed at a huge white hotel—Caesar’s Palace.
    “Good plan.” Cade pressed a quick kiss to Reece’s lips then they wandered off.
    Their steps were slow in the heat but as soon as they hit the air-conditioned lobby, they perked up. It was huge and impressive and decorated in relatively muted tones, considering everywhere else they’d been had been bright and brash. The décor here was pale gold, cream and marble with a magnificent ceiling that looked like the sky dotted with clouds.
    “Look, the casino,” Reece said, pointing at a vast room filled with slot machines.
    “Come on, let’s take a gander,” Cade said, heading past a large statue of nearly naked ladies set above a water feature.
    As they got closer, shrill, repetitive music and flashing lights soon took over Reece’s senses. It was as if they were in the middle of acres of chattering, excited robots. He glanced up. Even the ceiling was sparkly—golden lights ran across it like spider webs. Pillared sections were dotted around the room, holding tables that hosted blackjack card games, roulette wheels and poker.
    The place was busy too—lots of people gambling, drinking and hedging their bets. Reece imagined he’d entered some kind of time warp—there was no way of knowing what part of the day it was once in here. Perhaps that was how the casino wanted it so people would stay and stay and stay—and play and play and play.
    But he’d never been a gambler, had never had enough money to go for the first bet and when he’d seen friends do it, only the bookies had ever won.
    “Come on. Let’s throw some dimes in,” Cade said, stopping at a brightly flashing machine.
    “We won’t win.”
    “I’ve already won,” he said. “Ten grand for a week’s work. I can blow a couple of dollars.” He dug around in his pocket and pulled out his iPhone. “Come here. Stand behind me.”
    “Selfie?” Reece said with a laugh.
    “Yeah, the boys in Vegas.”
    Reece wrapped his arms around Cade and pressed his cheek to his.
    Cade held the phone out with one hand, the other holding a coin poised at the slot. “Smile,” he said.
    Reece grinned and a lovely warm feeling of belonging went through him. It was early days for him and Cade but would they look back on this moment, this picture, in years to come and reminisce? Would they talk about their trip to Las Vegas on a night where they really did celebrate ten years together for real and not just for a movie?
    He hoped so.
    Cade slipped his phone away and dropped the coin into the machine. The lights flashed and the pictures whirred around dizzyingly fast.
    Eventually they came to a halt.
    Cherry. Lemon. Bar.
    Nothing.
    “Come on. That beer…” Cade said with a shrug. “Mugs game, that.”
    “Yeah. I agree.” Reece looked around. “Over there, I think.”
    They headed toward a magnificent looking bar. Fizz . The ‘i’ in fizz