“Shit. I’m supposed to be taking care of you not molesting you in a parking lot.”
The low rumble of laughter leaving Shayne’s chest sounded beyond wicked even to his ears. “You can’t molest the willing.” Lincoln didn’t look amused.
“Where’re your meds?”
Shayne relaxed deeper into his seat, staring at Lincoln from the corner of his eye as he answered. “Back at the house.”
With a sharp nod, Lincoln straightenedaway, seeming completely at ease with his obvious arousal. “Then I’ll get you there as fast as possible.” He didn’t give Shayne time to protest, before slamming the door, circling the truck, and climbing behind the wheel. Shayne’s low chuckle once again filled the cab the moment the truck fired to life.
“Don’t get a ticket. I might not be able to afford the next one.”
Lincoln kept his eyes locked on the road. “You’re not paying the first. I already took care of it online.”
Shayne’s mind went blank at Lincoln’s confession. “I can’t decide if I’m more pissed than turned on right now.”
Lincoln cast a quick glance Shayne’s way. “Do I get a vote?”
Shayne stared straight ahead, ignoring Lincoln’s question and the humor in his voice. He searched his mind, trying to decide exactlywhy he was angry. In the end, he decided Lincoln obviously didn’t see him as capable of handling himself. “I might be out of work at the moment, but if I say I’ll take care of something, it’s as good as done. So either you didn’t believe I could take care of you or you didn’t think I would.” Shayne’s house came into view. Lincoln opened his mouth, obviously intent on arguing. Shayne didn’t give him a chance. “You’ll park in the garage tonight.” Lincoln didn’t scoff at Shayne’s demanding tone as he should have done. Even Shayne hated the direction this conversation was headed—south.
Lincoln pulled into the driveway, pointing the nose of the truck in the direction of Shayne’s three-car garage. Shayne dug his keys from his pocket and pushed a button on the fob. The middle door slid open and Lincoln pulled in. As the door fell closed behind them,Shayne ground his teeth, biding his time. There was obviously a thing or two they needed to discuss. By the tick in Lincoln’s jaw, Shayne imagined he felt the same. Shayne wasn’t intimidated by a man who attempted to dominate him in bed, but Shayne needed Lincoln to know, unemployed or not, Shayne could still handle the rest of his life just fine. Without giving Lincoln time to guess at his intentions, Shayne leapt from the truck before Lincoln could get his seat belt undone. Circling around to Lincoln’s side, he threw the door open and leaned inside, crowding Lincoln’s space until he had the other man boxed in against his seat. Nose to nose, Shayne held his gaze.
“Let’s get something straight. I should’ve been the one to pay that ticket. Even though it was given to you, I considered it mine.” Shifting positions, Shayne cupped Lincoln’s jawand softened his tone. “When something’s mine, I make damn sure it’s taken care of by me and me alone. Is that understood?”
Lincoln didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The man was panting. Shayne’s pain and fury disappeared. Lincoln’s tight features, flushed cheeks, and hard dick said more than words. Instead of being furious, as Shayne half expected, Lincoln was turned on. The realization caused Shayne’s already aching cock to twitch. If Lincoln was willing to be bent to Shayne’s will, he would accommodate him. Tightening his hold on Lincoln’s jaw, ensuring he didn’t look away, Shayne let the other man see all of his desire. “You’re so fucking sexy. These lips…” Lincoln whimpered as Shayne brushed his thumb over his bottom lip. “I’d love to feel them pulling at my cock, accepting all of me. Since the moment we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He dipped his thumb into the valley of Lincoln’s bottom lip. “I can’t wait to show you exactly how capable I am.”
Lincoln sucked the tip of Shayne’s thumb into his mouth, curling his tongue around it before releasing it once more. His voice sounded ragged when he spoke for the first time since Shayne had lost his temper. “I couldn’t pay that ticket fast enough,” he admitted, refusing to break eye contact as he spoke. “Because I owe the universe a debt.” He forced Shayne to take a step back as he climbed from the truck and closed the door. Leaning his back against it, Lincoln reached for Shayne, towing him closer as he added, “Because you make me happy, and I haven’t been happy in a really long time,” Lincoln’s open honesty and calm in the face of Shayne’s overbearing nature shocked Shayne. With Shayne held against his chest and his arms wrapped around Shayne’swaist, Lincoln didn’t hide a thing.
“Your eyes are freaking gorgeous,” he said, taking Shayne by surprise with his swift change in topics. “I want to lick them.” A bark of laughter left Shayne before he could call it back. Lincoln’s expression shifted, becoming mischievous at the sound. “And that laugh, damn. I want to do such dirty, filthy things to it. You’ll never be able to make that laugh in public again after I’m finished with it.”
Shayne’s cheeks ached with the effort it took to keep from smiling and feeding Lincoln’s outrageousness. “I have a bad temper,” he said in way of apology, pointing out the obvious, and feeling like an ass. Shayne was more than aware he may’ve played right into Lincoln’s hands, but he didn’t care. Lincoln’s handling of Shayne’s aggressive side only served as further proof they were the perfect match.
The musclesin Shayne’s jaw flexed as he visibly fought a smile. He could struggle all he wanted, Lincoln could see the laughter shining in his eyes. No doubt, Shayne was accustomed to intimidating people in his line of work, but Lincoln wasn’t one of those people. Lincoln wondered what it said about him that Shayne’s aggressive side turned him on. Seriously. His body was on fire. Sex with Shayne would be intense and real. Lincoln couldn’t wait.
“My meds wore off a long time ago. I know it’s no excuse….”
Lincoln immediately felt like shit. Shayne was so capable and strong, it was too easy to forget he was injured. Springing into action and helping to support Shayne’s weight, Lincoln followed Shayne’s directions through the house until the man’s bedroom came into sight. Even if Shayne hadn’t already let him know it was his, Lincoln would’ve known. Itsmelled like Shayne. As they reached the edge of the king-sized bed, Lincoln barely resisted the urge to bury his face in Shayne’s comforter and drag the scent into his lungs. Sometimes desire was insane like that. Lust had a way demanding everything. He didn’t have to fight for long.
In a show of strength that impressed Lincoln in Shayne’s weakened state, Shayne unbalanced him, knocking him onto the bed. Giving into temptation, Lincoln sucked in a deep breath, memorizing Shayne’s smell.
“I need to grab your meds,” Lincoln said, dredging up a half-assed argument.
Shayne’s gaze swept down Lincoln’s body. “No more painkillers. No more playing around. I want you out of these clothes. Now,” Shayne added, leaving little room for doubt of his intentions.
Lincoln wondered which of them was incharge. Perhaps it would always be this way, each of them struggling for dominance. It didn’t matter. Lincoln obeyed. In his defense, Shayne was already stripping off his clothes. The instant Lincoln tossed his scrubs to the floor, he found himself trapped beneath Shayne’s weight. Erection to erection, soft skin over hard muscle slid torturously against his, making a burst of electricity pop behind Lincoln’s closed eyes and a moan rise in his throat.
“Goddamn, Lincoln. Make that noise again.” It wasn’t hard to comply with Shayne’s demand since the sound was already burbling in his throat. It had been forever since anyone held him like this. Every nerve ending in Lincoln’s body fired to life and fought for its chance to feel some piece of Shayne against it. “As much as I’d like to take you right now, fucking you hard until you beg me to stop, my ribs can’t take it and neither can my heart.”Shayne’s confession caused Lincoln’s eyes to fly open. “My respect for you makes me want to be whole for you because I know how you worry about my health. But I’m not completely altruistic. You’re sleeping here with me tonight.” Shayne ran his hands up Lincoln’s sides. “I need this gorgeous body draped across mine or pinned underneath me, whichever works for you. I just need you here.”
With every word Shayne spoke, his voice grew weaker, proving he wasn’t feeling as awesome as he’d like Lincoln to believe. Lincoln was in heaven and hell. Shayne made Lincoln feel desired in a way that went far beyond description. His body wanted Shayne hard, hot, and now. His heart needed Shayne well.
Shayne rolled to his side, taking Lincoln with him as he went. His eyes remained closed, giving Lincoln the freedom to drink in the vision of him. As Shayne’s sexy mouth lifted inone corner, Lincoln’s cock jerked in response. At the sensation of his erection bumping Shayne’s, Shayne reached between them, palming both their dicks. Throwing his head back, Lincoln sucked in a deep breath as Shayne pumped. Their erections slid against one another driving Lincoln insane with need. Massaging every combined inch. The pressure building in his cock and tightening his balls scattered Lincoln’s thoughts. He didn’t know where to put his hands.
Somehow he held onto enough sense to know he couldn’t run his hands down Shayne’s body, digging his fingers in, and hanging on for the ride. Shayne’s ribs couldn’t withstand it, but Lincoln needed an anchor. As crazy as he knew it to be, he couldn’t control the feeling growing inside, the one threatening to make him fly away if he didn’t find something to hang onto. His body and emotionswarred against his common sense until Lincoln reached above his head, snagging the headboard for support. His hips bucked against Shayne’s hand. Shayne’s heavy breaths transformed into a moan. The sound had Lincoln’s gaze flying to his. Every muscle in Shayne’s body was drawn tight, hardening in such a way, it took Lincoln’s breath away.
The man controlling his pleasure was beautiful in the throes of passion. Shayne snapped first. Lincoln gasped as the warm jet of semen coated his crown, feeling twice as hot to his over sensitized nerve endings, and sending him over the edge. The roar in his ears drowned out the sound of his own cries as the pleasure washed over him in waves. Proof of their combined passion caused their bodies to stick together as their lips met. The flavor of Shayne’s tongue and the last wave of Lincoln’s orgasm collided to form a memory searing sodeeply into Lincoln’s brain he knew immediately he’d never forget this moment or shake this man.
In the aftermath of Shayne, Lincoln wondered if he’d ever be the same. Even once the mess was cleaned away and Shayne’s hard lines had softened as he hovered on the edge of drifting off, Lincoln was no closer to recovering. He couldn’t stop staring into the face of the man who’d shattered him. Before Shayne, Lincoln hadn’t known. He’d been completely ignorant of this—unprepared. Yet, here he was. Addicted already.
“I have a question,” Shayne said, sounding more asleep than awake.
