Page 120 of Burden of Proof

He walked backward down the hallway and crooked his finger for me to follow. I made it two steps before he tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head disapprovingly. The warning sent a shock of pleasure up my spine, and when he pointed to the floor, there was no hesitation before I went to my knees.

“Crawl, Daddy,” he whispered, and I did. One hand in front of the other through the apartment until we were in the primary bathroom. Lincoln stripped out of his clothes, kicking them to the side, and then he made a show of touching himself, sliding his hands all over his thighs and his stomach, tweaking his piercings and tugging on his cock. I rocked back onto my heels, feet together beneath my ass and my knees spread wide.

“Let me have you,” I rasped.

Lincoln turned on the shower and tested the water before stepping in. Seeing the droplets rain down and slick his hair, chase each other down the swell of his shoulders and his hips…it was cruel and unusual punishment.

“Not yet,” he whispered, shaking his head. “After lunch with your brother, when we’re getting ready for your very fancy party.”

The thought of Lincoln invery fancyclothes was almost enough to make me come all over the floor. Just one touch of my fingers against my hole and I could easily see this through to the end right there. “Tell me more.”

“You wanted me full of cum when I met your business partners,” he reminded me, as if I could ever forget. “So, you’ll have to make sure to make good on that.”

“Oh, I will.”

“I think if you come right now, you won’t have enough later to make sure I’mfull.”

The way he drew out the syllable had me trembling so hard against the tile floor my knees ached. My cock throbbed aggressively in time with my heart, and I was helpless but to watch Lincoln drag soapy hands all over his body, cupping his balls and sliding through the crack of his ass.

“I’m sure I would.”

He laughed at that, rinsed himself, and stepped out of the shower to get a towel. I watched as he dried himself halfway off, wrapping the towel low around his waist and knotting it below his navel.

“Your turn,” he murmured, brushing past me and out of the bathroom.

Fuck, Lincoln was so hot when he wanted to be in control. The dichotomy of his moods and his needs would never get boring, and I was the luckiest man in the world to get to explore them both. The odds of us ending up together were stacked from the start, and if I had been any other man…his history with Smith might have been a dealbreaker, his casual affection with his friends, his work…mywork. The stars had absolutely aligned for the two of us in the most unexpected ways.

“Shower, Sir!” he called out from the bedroom. “It’s almost time for lunch.”

The warning was a wakeup call, and I crawled the rest of the way to the shower, not quite sure my legs were going to carry me. I did manage to get washed and rinsed, dried and dressed without any further interruption. Lincoln had just settled himself on the counter in the kitchen with a reheated mug of coffee when there was a knock on the door indicating Andrew’s arrival. I hesitated, rubbing my hands together before drying them off on my jeans.

“Are you nervous?” Lincoln asked, not leaving his perch.

“A bit,” I admitted.

“Don’t be. Do you want me to answer?”

“I can do it,” I said, willing my legs to carry me to the door.

There was a flash of trepidation on Andrew’s face when I opened the front door, but it was gone in a breath. It was the most Finn type of expression change, and I didn’t think I’d ever stop being surprised at how much the five of us were alike.

“Hey,” I greeted, stepping out of the way to let him in.

“Hey,” he said nervously. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Lincoln blurted from behind me. He’d tucked himself under my arm and stretched his hand out for Andrew to shake. “I’m Lincoln.”

“You’re not another brother, are you?” Andrew asked, the question dry and biting.

“That would break several laws,” he said with a smile. “I’m Hunter’s boyfriend.”

At the announcement, Andrew relaxed, if only slightly.

“Did you want to come in?” I asked, letting Lincoln drag me a little way out of the entry. It was a relief Lincoln had come home in a dominant mood because he took control of the situation like the absolute boss of a man I always imagined myself to be.

Fuck, this was hard.

My other brothers all assumed it was easy for me to be the contact person, that I enjoyed it, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Andrew found me because of my work and my ties to some of the contracts our father had been working on recently. It was not my preference to be the unofficial Covington brother spokesperson, but I was the best suited for it.