“I think douchery runs in your family,” I murmur, running my tongue up and down Lincoln’s cock.

“No offence, baby, but why the fuck are you talkin’ while my dick is so close to your mouth?”

“Because,” I say, kissing the tip, loving his red and angry it is, “Finn is being a knob.”

Lincoln growls. “Tell me about it after you’ve swallowed my cum.”

My pussy aches at his words, and okay, I’ll give him what he wants.

I swirl my tongue around the head, a few times, and then I finally let him sink into my mouth. A feral groan leaves his throat, and he clutches my hair. Fucking lovely. He uses my head to guide the pace, sliding my mouth up and down his cock. I whimper against it, which only drives him wilder. When I cup his balls, and circle them around in my hand, he spits out a feral hiss.

And, a few moments later, he finds his release.

Whimpering, I take every drop, swallowing him until there is nothing left.

Then I slide my body up his, until I’m on top of him, looking down.

“Don’t even think about kissin’ me with that mouth,” he growls.

I grin down at him. “Why not?”

He snorts. “Fuckin’ nasty.”

“You’re no fun, Lincoln Knight.”

“Never claimed to be. Now, tell me about my douchebag brother.”

I roll off him, but he keeps an arm around me, snuggling me to his chest. That feels really fucking nice. I love how he makes my insides all soft and squishy. He makes me feel so good. Like I matter. Only this time, I know it’s real. This time, he’s the one calling the shots. Not me.

“I saw him having sex with Indiana...”

“No shit?”

“Shit. I went to see you last night, to tell you about Tommy. Found them together, sexing it up in the garage.”

“Dirty little fucker. That’s my zone.”

I thump him, and he chuckles.

“Seriously though...”

“What?” he questions. “Don’t see what the point is here?”

“He’s seeing Erin!”

“Wrong,” Lincoln points out. “He’s fucked Erin a few times. She’s also keeping him at arm’s length.”

I frown. “She said she really likes him.”

“If that’s true, she ain’t tellin’ him that. Finn ain’t a man to play games. He’s keeping his options open. Can’t say he’s doin’ the wrong thing, not really.”

Dammit.

He’s kind of right.

But also, kind of not.

“Yes, but he could tell Erin he is seeing other women, because she won’t make up her mind.”

“You’re right, he could tell her that. Not my business, though. And honey, it ain’t yours.”

“I like Erin!”

“Yeah, I like Erin, too. Still ain’t our business.”

Dammit.

Also right.

“Why are you such a buzz kill?”

He chuckles, turning so he can look at me, “I’m just keepin’ my nose clean.”

I pout, and then sigh. “Fine.”

“On a different note, when you seein’ Tommy again?”

I smile, huge. So big it hurts. “This afternoon. We’re going to the park.”

Lincoln smiles. “Fuckin’ glad, baby.”

“Lincoln?” I ask, biting my lip and hesitating for a moment.

“Spit it out.”

“Does it bother you, that I have a son?”

“Nope. Next question?”

Oh.

Well.

That was easy.

“Ah, that was it really,” I laugh softly.

“Like kids. Want my own someday. Hope to meet your boy eventually. Nicolai on the other hand...don’t like him.”

I snort. “Why not?”

“Because, I don’t.”

“Are you jealous?” I tease.

He moves quickly, rolling me so his big body falls over mine, and he’s pinning me down with it. Then he growls, “Fuck yes I am. You’re mine. Don’t like you spending time with him.”

His?

I’m his?

Oh. My. God.

“Since when did I become yours?”

“Since the day you opened that smart little mouth.”

I stare up at him. “Are you serious?”

He stares down at me. “I’m not Nicolai. I’m not goin’ to tell you shit that ain’t true. If I say it, you can guarantee I mean it. I want you. Fuckin’ wanted you from the start. Even if you drove me fuckin’ nuts.”

“No offence,” I say, grinning. “But you were the pain in the ass.”

He grins down at me. “We can fight, if you want. Makes the sex better.”

He moves his hips, shoving his hard cock into me.

“I just got rid of that!” I laugh.

He leans down, kissing me. “Guess you’re goin’ to have to make it go away again.”

Dammit.

Lincoln Knight.

Fine ass man.

And all mine.

“Am I really yours?” I ask as his mouth glides down my neck.

“For-fuckin’-ever, baby.”

Shit.

Yes please.