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Much to my dismay.

“You have a gorgeous home, Hunter,” Andrew said once we were all inside. Finn’s alien show still played silently on the TV, and Lincoln walked me to the couch and all but shoved me down into my seat.

“Did you have an easy drive?” Lincoln asked, sitting on the coffee table so Andrew could take the other spot on the couch.

“Yeah, I came up a few hours ago. Paid for early check-in at the hotel.”

“That’s good.” Lincoln smiled, and as if on some magical cue, his stomach growled. “So, boys, what do we want to do for lunch?”

CHAPTER 37

LINCOLN

Hunter and Andrew were both content to let me steer everything for the afternoon, from picking the restaurant to deciding when we were going to call it a day. The two of them danced around each other like they were both waiting for the other to attack, but by the time we said our goodbyes, they were at least laughing together. Andrew was going to head back to the hotel for dinner and some relaxation before Hunter’s party, and we were heading home for Hunter to make good on his promise of plugging me full of cum before meeting his colleagues.

He’d been off since I’d gotten back to the apartment with Silas, and it took all my willpower to convince myself it had to do with his brothers and not with me relocating almost everything I owned into his space. Once we were back in his room, he did stop to say hello to Feeny before stripping out of his clothes, and that had to be a good sign.

Right?

“Are you sure you want me to move in?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside him.

“Very sure. Why?”

I shook my head because I didn’t want to tell him he was acting different. He had a lot going on with Andrew being in town and the promotion and me, and I absolutely did not want the me part of the equation to be an added stress for him since I knew the rest of it was.

“Just checking.”

Hunter was quiet for a moment before turning to me, his eyes dark. “Which of these boxes has your toys?”

I chuckled, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Straight to it then?”

He swallowed hard, expression neutral. “Take off your clothes, Lincoln.”

Hunter was already in his underwear, and it took me no time to find myself in even less. He hadn’t moved from his perch on the bed, and I stood in front of him, my quickly hardening cock almost at his mouth.

“On your knees,” he said next.

Sinking down to the floor was easier than it had been the first time I did it for him in the guest room, but still the same sense of nervous excitement coursed through my veins. I went all the way down so my ass rested on my heels, and much like he’d done before, Hunter left me there until I settled, until I quit fidgeting.

Tenderly, he slid his fingers into my hair and pulled me toward him with one hand, his other pulling his cock out from behind the waistband of his underwear. The intention was very clear and didn’t need instruction, but he guided me down between his legs just the same and I swallowed him whole. Hunter was half hard, but he quickly thickened against the roof of my mouth. Precum pulsed against the back of my tongue, and I gagged around him a little, which earned me a low and rumbling groan.

“You’re so good at this,” he murmured, hips lifting off the bed so he could get deeper. Hunter’s hand in my hair was steady,setting a much easier pace than I would have chosen if he didn’t have my head under his control. The slow slide of my lips up and down his length was torture, but the sight of all the spit strings connecting us every time he pulled me up and off was enough to have my own dick leaking against my stomach.

“Can I touch myself?”

“No.” The answer was firm and final, even as he reached to the drawer in the nightstand for a bottle of lube. “But you can prep yourself while I go find what plug I want to put inside of you.”

I groaned, holding out my hand for him to drizzle some into my fingers. “Where’s your toy box?”

“The one with the pink marker on it.”

Hunter stood, rubbing his cock in my face before stepping around me to find the box in question. I didn’t dare look after him. I already knew what he’d find. Instead, I paid attention to my own body, rocking back so I could get two slick fingers into my ass. Behind me, Hunter rifled through the box, thick silicone toys knocking against each other as he went. Every so often, he would make a surprised noise, which only had me spreading my fingers wider apart against my rim.

“You’ve given me ideas,” he said after returning to the bed. He sat back down with his cock still out, a very average-sized plug in hand. “Are you ready?”

“Dying for it, I think.”

Hunter smiled at me, swiping his thumb across my cheek.