“You really love me?” he asked, breathing hard when I broke the kiss to make my way up the curve of his jaw with my hungry lips.
“I love you,” I told him again, drowning in the rightness of my confession. “I love your little fish and your indecision.”
He made a very unimpressed sound, and I brought my mouth back to his until the only sounds he made were gibberish. I reached behind me, not willing to separate our mouths again, slapping my hand around the nightstand until I found a discarded bottle of lube. I made a mess of my hand and the sheets trying to get my hand wet with it, but when I reached down between our bodies and speared two of my fingers into Lincoln’s body, his gasping moan was worth a thousand laundry bills.
“I love your sharp edges,” I said next, hooking his leg over my thigh so I could get closer and deeper. “I love your softness.”
Lincoln shook his head, and I shoved down my pajama pants, replacing my fingers with my cock. Sinking into him felt a whole lot like coming home, and he shivered and trembled in my arms, gasping harder after every inch. Once I was fully inside of him, I pumped my hips, thrusting deeper. He made the most perfect sound I’d ever heard in my life, and I rolled him onto his back,adjusting his knee into the crook of my arm and pumping into him once more.
He threw his head back and moaned, and I buried my face against his neck and kissed him hard. I wanted to fuck him hard, rut into him with abandon and let out three days’ worth of pent-up frustration, but I was nowhere near ready to walk away from how his body trembled beneath mine, so I went slow and easy with him. Long and measured thrusts that punched the air out of his lungs until Lincoln was a sweaty mess, his cock hard and leaking between our stomachs.
“I love who you are right this second,” I promised, arousal burning hot at the base of my spine. “And I’ll love who you are tomorrow, and when you learn to love yourself, Lincoln…I’ll love you then too.”
He cried out, definitely loud enough to wake my brothers—and the neighbors—a searing splash of cum shooting against my chest as he came untouched. I curled my hand over the top of his head and thrust into him, stare locked on the wash of pleasure on his face as he came, and that was all it took for me. My hips slapped against the backs of his thighs, and the first shot of cum burst out of my cock like a firehose on full blast.
Burying my face into the sheets beside his, my entire body ached with the force of my orgasm, spilling into Lincoln’s body until my cum dripped down his sac. My orgasm was long finished before my cock softened, and I rolled us onto our sides so I didn’t have to pull out of him again.
Lincoln’s cheeks were flushed and streaked with tears, and I kissed both of them, not wanting him to say another word. I understood how hard it was to not know yourself, to not trust yourself. It had been a very long time since I’d had those feelings for myself, but I remembered how unmoored I’d felt…all the days I’d spent questioning myself and my life.
I was grateful I’d come through it.
Grateful now that my brother had a friend like Lincoln, and they could see each other through it together.
“This is probably horrible timing, but my firm is hosting a party to celebrate me becoming partner. Would you come with me?”
“Yeah. Okay. Of course.”
“Not right now.”
Lincoln snorted, nodding his agreement. “That’s a relief because I don’t think I can meet your colleagues with your cum dripping out of my ass.”
I laughed harder, easing my softening dick out of him with a wince. “You are definitely going to meet them with my cum dripping out of your ass. Just not this second.”
Lincoln rolled onto his back and covered his eyes with his forearm, breathing hard.
“I feel so silly for coming over here like this,” he muttered, hiding his face from me. “It felt so dramatic and horrible when I wasn’t with you, but as soon as I you were here…”
He didn’t need to finish the thought because I agreed with it fully.
Everything was easier when Lincoln was around, and I was relatively confident that had to do with the being in love with him thing, but I wasn’t going to bring it up if he wasn’t ready to talk about his feelings on his own. He’d already given me so much, I didn’t need three words out of his mouth that his body told me every day anyway.
“I’m glad you came home and found what you needed.”
He hummed, making a loose fist around his cock and giving a slow, overhanded stroke downward toward his thigh. His shoulders shook, and he turned onto his side, pressing a chapped kiss against my sternum.
“So am I, Daddy.” An amused exhale, a smile against my heart. “So am I.”
CHAPTER 27
LINCOLN
Saturday morning arrived with a loud bang and a slew of curse words meant to be quiet but still said far too loudly for anyone to sleep through. Rolling onto my stomach, I buried my face into the pillow, reaching out to feel for Hunter on his side of the bed and finding it empty. Another crash of sound from somewhere in the house, and my eyes flew open.
Smith and Finn were here.
They’d both been asleep on the couch when I arrived the night before, and I hadn’t paid them much mind. Hunter had walked me right into the bedroom and done his best to make sure I forgot everything I’d been worried about on the drive over. It worked for the most part, but it worked better still when I was with him.
My own feelings of inadequacy were something I would have to get over if I wanted things with Hunter to work out in the long term, and considering we’d already admitted our very serious feelings to each other, I very much wanted things to work out in the long term.
