Shayne:I know the feeling. As soon as I woke up, I found myself fisting my cock.
Lincoln:Didn’t that hurt your ribs?
Shayne:You were worth it.
As much as he wanted Lincoln’s reaction, Shayne found he couldn’t wait, and the man’s texts weren’t enough.
Shayne:Are you blushing yet?
Lincoln:No.
Shayne:For some reason, I don’t believe you.
Shayne smiled into the darkness as he waited for Lincoln’s response to his challenge.He was having more fun than he’d had in years. Even he didn’t know why. Lincoln drew him in, making him happy. Damn. He hadn’t been happy in a long time. His phone lit up a half second before an image of a shirtless Lincoln appeared on the screen. He might not have been sleeping, but his hair was mussed and his eyes looked softer. Shayne’s palms itched to touch him. In spite of his earlier ministrations, Shayne’s cock lengthened. Good lord, Lincoln was sexy.
Lincoln:See. No blush.
Shayne:Hmmm. I’m still not sure I believe you. Maybe you should lower the camera.
Lincoln:We’ll have to agree to disagree since I’m the only one sending pics.
The smartass inside Shayne rose to the surface. He snapped a picture of the spot between his pecs, sending it off. Technically, it waslower than Lincoln’s had gone. Lincoln’s reaction didn’t disappoint.
Lincoln:Tease.
Shayne:You have no idea.
Lincoln:I’d like to find out.
Shayne:Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
Lincoln:Same.
Shayne:Go to sleep then.
Lincoln:Yes, sir.
Shayne:I do like the sound of that.
Lincoln:Go to sleep, Shayne.
2
After calling into work, rotating schedules with another on-call physician, Lincoln turned up on Shayne’s front stoop at exactly ten the next morning. The first sight of Shayne punched Lincoln in the chest. He was twice as much of everything as he’d been the day before. Wearing a light-blue dress shirt, matching his eyes to perfection, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and faded jeans, Shayne was easily the sexiest man Lincoln had ever seen in his life. He’d also showered recently. Drops of water still clung to the ends of his dark hair. A hint of chiseled chest peeked out above the top buttons that were left undone. Lincoln’s mouth watered. Shayne stepped back allowing Lincoln to pass and Lincoln inhaled the man scent into his lungs as he went. He was so totally fucked. This man was too much temptation forany human. He also didn’t appear as if anything had happened to him. He barely even limped.
“It almost looks like you don’t need me,” Lincoln admitted while trying to keep the disappointment from his voice.
Shayne took a sip of the drink in his hand. Lincoln thought it might be Gatorade, but couldn’t be sure. The way Shayne silently held his stare kept him enthralled. He couldn’t tear his gaze away as Shayne’s throat worked, swallowing each drop. When he finally responded, Shayne didn’t sound as if he’d had anything to drink in days. His voice was gruff. “I need you.” Damn. It was amazing how those three tiny words lengthened Lincoln’s cock. All he could do was hope Shayne didn’t drop his gaze, or he’d know exactly how he affected Lincoln. He set the drink on the coffee tableand moved closer to Lincoln. “There’s something I need to do before we head out. If not, this will be a painful day.”
Lincoln glanced around. “Where are your meds? You’ll feel every bump if you don’t—” Shayne kissed him. It happened before Lincoln had time to register Shayne’s intent. One second, he was worrying over Shayne’s comfort and the next—deliciousness. With his arms dangling helplessly at his sides and under Shayne’s spell, Lincoln opened for Shayne the moment the tip his tongue swiped Lincoln’s bottom lip. As if he’d been waiting for Lincoln’s permission, Shayne consumed him. The kiss was overwhelming and, at the same time, nowhere near enough. The other man ate at Lincoln’s mouth, swiping Lincoln’s tongue with his before curling to the roof of his mouth. Shayne’s every action drew him in, forcing him to chase after him or relent. When he gave in,allowing Shayne to have his way, Shayne closed the final gap between them. His arms encircled Lincoln’s waist, pulling him in. Hip to hip, erection to erection, Shayne deepened their kiss. Lincoln lost himself. If he breathed, he couldn’t remember doing so. All he could do was feel. The way Shayne smelled like spicy male and tasted of cherries, combined with his hard frame and skill, leaving Lincoln a mess. By the time Shayne pulled away, Lincoln could only blink at him, too mesmerized to move from his hold. No one had ever left him speechless before now.
Shayne swiped his thumb across Lincoln’s bottom lip. His eyes followed the motion. “Now it won’t be hanging over us all day, making us uncomfortable.”
“Speak for yourself,” Lincoln said, sounding stunned even to his ears. “That’s going hang over me for the rest of my life, making mewant more than I should.” Shayne’s gaze snapped to his. A smile transformed his features. It held promises of torture, and Lincoln was right. For the rest of the day, Shayne was in his space, tempting him. He insisted on opening every door, pressing his body against Lincoln’s each and every time, causing Lincoln’s heart to slam against the wall of his chest. Even Lincoln’s skin screamed for Shayne’s touch. By the end of the day, Lincoln could barely string two words together. His body was on fire and he’d memorized Shayne’s every hardened line. Most of all, he was completely hooked.
The way Lincoln’sfingers gripped the steering wheel, as he turned onto Shayne’s street, fascinated Shayne. Between dealing with Shayne’s insurance company, cleaning his belongs out of what was left of his car,dropping by the arena to clear out his locker, and a thousand other tiny errands, the entire day slipped away before Shayne was ready for it to end. His gaze slid back to Lincoln’s hands. They looked capable—steady. Shayne had done everything in his power to shake Lincoln, fully expecting him to snap. He hoped, when it happened, whatever Lincoln did would be sexy as hell. The man’s massive self-control made Shayne nearly insane with curiosity. Even though Lincoln was somewhat shy, Shayne didn’t doubt for a second he would turn dominant the moment they hit the sheets. The quiet ones were always earthshattering. Sex with Lincoln would be fan-fucking-tastic.
“Friends of yours?”
