Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I love you,” he said, and I grinned. Christ, I was a sappy motherfucker now, but I didn’t give a shit. Nothing compared to hearing Linc say those words to me.
“I love you too.” I leaned in and took his mouth, and he opened up for me. He let me suck his tongue, nibble his lip, grab his ass. Only a few more days until this stupid fucking sling came off and I could touch him with both hands whenever I wanted to.
“Come on!” he said, pushing the door open. “I want to talk to Mama K about the fundraiser. You’re sure she won’t mind helping?”
Comfort settled into my bones. “Mama K, huh?”
“She said I could call her that. I think she likes me.” Linc winked. I knew she did. She loved him.
“She does, and I know she’ll want to help.”
He slid off my lap, and I followed him out of the car.
When we went inside, Mom and Jude were sitting at the kitchen table, eating chocolate-chip cookies.
“Ooh! We have the best news!” Linc told them. “Well, Rush does. It’s his news and his idea, but oh my God, I’m so excited and I’m totally going to ramble if I don’t shut up.”
Chuckling, I held my hand out for him to continue. “Go for it. This is your show too.”
Linc kissed my cheek and sat down, launching into a whole story about Trey, their friendship, Trey’s family and their situation. Like I knew she would, Mom jumped right in, and before I knew it, she and Linc were tossing around ideas and making plans, Linc looking at me every few minutes as if to let me catch up or to ask if something was okay. Mom got paper and pen, and I just sort of let them do their thing.
I glanced over at Jude, and found him watching me. His eyes would flicker to Linc every once in a while, in a studying sort of way. His jaw loosened, his eyes softened, and he gave me a slow nod. It was in that moment that I knew he got it—Linc and me. That he truly understood what Lincoln was to me, and that it wouldn’t change.
And maybe I saw something in him I hadn’t been willing to admit before either. That no matter how much I wanted to believe Jude was confused, he had felt something for me I’d never seen or acknowledged before.
It wasn’t long until Jude excused himself. Without thinking, I pushed to my feet so I could go with him. “Hey, I—”
“Nah, I’m good,” Jude replied with a smile. “Just going to get some rest. I’m tired.”
He slapped his hand down on my good shoulder, then went to his room. Mom, Lincoln, and I sat there for another hour or so talking. Linc called Ash, who was of course willing to be involved.
Afterward, Linc and I made dinner, which Mom ate with us, and then I grabbed clothes and the two of us went to his place to get ready for Jockstrap Monday at Fever.
When we got to his condo, I fucked him over the kitchen counter because Linc had a thing for fucking in different rooms, and since it was my dick meeting his ass, not like I was going to say no. We showered together, and then I lay on his bed, naked, while he began tossing different jocks out of his drawer, trying to decide which one he wanted to wear.
“Don’t I get to pick which one you wear?” I teased. He shook his ass, making me chuckle. I could watch him do anything and not tire. It was a bonus when he was naked.
“I’ll choose my favorite three, and then you get to pick out of those. I decided against my lucky jock for tonight. That’s ours.”
“Deal.”
He chose a red pair, as well as black and silver ones, trying each on for me. “Let’s go with red,” I told him, and he put them back on.
“Fuck, you are so goddamned sexy. Everyone’s going to go crazy when they see your ass.” I stood, walked over, and rubbed my good hand over his plump, firm ass cheeks. A growl slipped past my lips.
“I only care what you think,” he replied, then looked up at me. “Are you sure it’s okay that we go? I don’t want you to do this because you think I need to show off. I mean, I enjoy going, but I don’t want to do anything to fuck this up.”
“Hey.” I let my fingertips dance along his ass, up his spine, before I cupped his face. “You’re not going to do anything to screw this up. You’re mine, Lincoln Gray, and I know that. If you want to wear your jock at the bar, go for it. I have no doubt who you want and who you’re going home with. Others seeing how lucky I am, and how fucking perfect you are, isn’t going to change that.”