“Good morning,” I said, “and no.”
“It means you can take without asking.”
I still had my sweatpants on, but it was easy to imagine the way my dick would slide between his ass cheeks and notch against his hole. “Is that something you like?” I asked, eyes still closed.
“In theory. I’ve never had a partner who was into it, considering they’ve all been submissive.”
“We can try it.”
My dick was sticky with an entire night of leaking precum, but I wasn’t going to fuck Lincoln the way he wanted…the way we both wanted…until we’d set some ground rules. I’d seen that in porn too, normally at the end when they’d replay the little videos they took at the beginning, talking through all the things I’d already watched them do.
“Now?” Lincoln asked.
“After we talk about it. After we have an agreement.”
He grunted and rolled to face me, staring at my throat instead of my face. He busied himself tracing swirls and lines from one side of my chest to the other, his mouth pulled down into a frown.
“Just like your brother,” he muttered.
My blood ran cold.
“I can live with the fact you’ve slept with my brother, but I would sincerely appreciate if you didn’t bring it up in my bed.” Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, but I pulled away from Lincoln, sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor and my back to him. Even though he could certainly hear the jealousy in my voice, I didn’t need him to see it in my face.
“I meant Marshall.”
I stood, bracketing my hands on my hips and staring up at the ceiling. “You told me you and he never?—”
“We didn’t,” Lincoln interrupted.
I turned back toward the bed, fingers digging into my waist and my eyes narrowed down at him looking like a mussed-up angel in my sheets. Lincoln’s legs were tangled in the comforter, but he tried to sit up, slide toward me, his hand outstretched.
“I have no designs on your older brother,” he said, “or the younger one, or any ones you don’t know about yet.”
“Don’t even joke about that.”
He flashed me a smile that quickly fell away. “I did mean Marshall but only based off the things Silas has told me.”
Sighing, I scrubbed a hand down my face, not wanting to regret what I was about to ask, but also needing to get the question out there. “What do you mean?”
Lincoln managed to get himself out of bed, blankets discarded behind him. He stood toe to toe with me, and we both ignored the morning wood jutting out from between our legs. A night spent in each other’s arms had clearly the same effect on us both.
“Do you…God, I don’t want to be the one to tell you this.”
“Talk,” I demanded.
Heat flooded Lincoln’s cheeks, and he said, “Marshall is a Dom.”
I would have sworn the floor dropped out from under me with those four simple words. The room fell away and the only thing that remained was me and Lincoln there, still half asleep and all the way horny. That, and the knowledge my brother was apparently into BDSM.
“Did you not know?” Lincoln let out a quiet laugh. “It’s kind of obvious.”
Well, now that he said it, of course it was obvious. Marshall had always been the natural caretaker of the four of us. He was commanding without being controlling, confident without being cocky. And none of us had ever talked about our sex lives together, beyond some good old-fashioned teasing and ribbing, but the pieces of that puzzle still slotted into place.
“I didn’t know,” I said.
“Don’t tell him I told you.”
“He doesn’t even know you and I know each other.” I groaned, scratching at the side of my face. “Does Smith know that you and I…?”
