Linc pushed Wyatt’s hair back off his face. “Who do you belong to?”
A strange calm washed over Wyatt, his lids slipping half-closed. “You, Daddy.”
“Who makes the rules?”
“You do, Daddy.”
“That’s right. I make the rules. I worry about the big things. Don’t I always take care of you?”
He did. Linc was always there. He took care of everything. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s right. Always. I’ll always take care of you. If you’re fucked up, I’m fucked up too. But I’m here. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”
“I love you,” Wyatt blurted before slapping his hand over his mouth.
Linc pulled Wyatt’s hand away, kissing him until he was breathless.
Did people get to be happy in real life? Could Wyatt be happy? Could he just walk away from his father and his money and live a life with Linc? A life free of his father’s demands and his insinuations?Stay off your knees.That’s what he’d said last night. As if the only conceivable outcome was Wyatt on his knees.
Fuck him.
He dropped down before Linc, looking up at him like he’d done so many times before, his hands deftly opening Linc’s pants.
“Wyatt—” Linc started, but then he groaned as Wyatt’s lips sealed around his cock. “Fuck, this is not a good idea.”
Wyatt closed his eyes, concentrating only on that salty tang of Linc’s skin and the heavy weight of his cock as he hardened for Wyatt.
Metal scraped as the heavy conference room door pushed open. “That reporter said you were in here. People are look—Jesus Christ, Wyatt. What the fuck?”
Linc jerked Wyatt to his feet, hastily zipping up his pants before turning to Wyatt’s father. Monty looked back and forth between the two. “Have you… have you been violating my son in my fucking house? While I paid you? Are you… but you’re a Marine? A decorated war vet? How… did my son seduce you?”
Wyatt couldn’t help the gasp that escaped. “Seriously, Dad? Do you really think that’s how all this works?”
Linc pushed Wyatt behind him. “Wyatt didn’t seduce me… I seduced him,” Linc told the senator, crossing his arms over his chest like he dared the senator to say otherwise.
“You. You’re fucking fired. Get the hell out of here. And don’t think you’ll get a penny from me now.”
“Dad, you can’t do that. He needs that money.”
“Then he should have thought of that before he turned my home into Sodom and Gomorrah.” He looked to Linc. “Get the fuck out of here. Go get your shit out of my home and don’t come back.”
Linc’s jaw tightened, his eyes steely. “I’m not leaving without Wyatt.”
Monty looked confused by Linc’s statement. “Oh, I get it. You think that you can use my son for his inheritance. That will never happen. My son will never see a penny of his trust fund if he doesn’t fall in line.”
Wyatt exploded. He just couldn’t fucking listen to one more word. “I don’t want your fucking money, Dad. I’ve never given a shit about that. I just wanted you to fucking accept me, to love me. How can you not get that? I didn’t choose the way I am, I just am. You can’t guilt it out of me. You can’t beat it out of me. Hell, your friend Victor couldn’t even torture it out of me. Can’t you just love me? I’m your son.” He hated the way his voice cracked, that tears slipped from his eyes. His father didn’t deserve his pain.
“Love you? You’re not worthy of my love. You refuse to turn away from this sinful lifestyle. I’ll never accept that. I will not waste my time loving a son I’ll never see in the hereafter. You are spitting in God’s face. What you’re doing is… immoral. Unnatural. It’s just wrong.”
Wyatt hadn’t thought he could feel any worse than he had, but his father knew just where to aim to inflict the most damage. Wyatt’s ears filled with the sound of his own heart breaking. His father really never would love him. Never.
“Let’s go, Linc.”
Linc took his hand and led him to the door. Wyatt turned around just as Linc opened the door, an idea forming. “You’ll pay Linc every penny of his salary or I’ll go public.”
“You’re leaving here holding hands with him. How else could you possibly humiliate me further?”
“The abuse?”
