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“You realize that us cuddling always leads to other things, right?”

“Oh, no,” Lincoln feigned his distress, all while rolling his eyes like the smartass he was. “My hot-as-fuck husband wants to rail me into oblivion while we watch reality TV shows—”

“If you can focus on the TV while I’m fucking you, I’m doing something wrong.”

“I guess we’ll have to go home and test that out.”

CHAPTER 73

NASH

Fuck.”Iblewouta quick breath as my head hung off the bed and my chest heaved. Round two had my heart racing in my chest. “No such thing as fucking cuddling.”

Lincoln’s laughter disappeared from the room as he went to clean up. I probably should’ve followed, considering I was covered in sweat and cum, but I didn’t move. My body melted into the mattress, my head floating. This man was so goddamn good at pulling me out of my head and setting the world back on the appropriate axis.

If only it could stay that way…

My phone made some obnoxious trilling sound from the nightstand, and I swore under my breath. I hated the stupid thing so much and refused to figure out all the little things about it, such as changing the ringtone. I picked it up, catching a glimpse of Peter’s name on the screen.

I blew out a sharp breath as I stared at the ceiling and debated if I should answer. In the weeks following contacting him, he’d sent dozens of messages. I struggled to maintain the bridge he was trying so desperately to build between us. I respected it, but I didn’t know how to connect with him.

“Peter, how—” The attempted greeting dissolved into a yelp as Lincoln’s mouth dropped onto my cum-soaked cock.

“Are you okay?” Peter demanded.

Propping up on one elbow, I glared at Lincoln as he ever so casually licked the length of my dick in what should’ve been a thorough clean-up job and accomplished nothing more than making me hard again.

“Yeah… yeah, I just… fell on something,” I answered.

“Yeah, my mouth,” Lincoln interjected under his breath. That sexy smirk on his face was deadly. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoving him back down on my dick until I filled his throat, and he gagged around my length. My teeth sank hard into my lower lip to avoid making any noises as my eyes rolled back, and my head dropped back off the side of the bed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You good?” Peter asked.

“Yeah… yeah. I’m good, kid,” I said. I did my best to sound normal and not like Lincoln was working my cock as if he were earning an Olympic gold medal for doing so. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m good,” he replied. “I helped my first heifer give birth last weekend.”

Well, that would’ve been a mood killer if Lincoln wasn’t so goddamn good with his mouth.

“That’s…” I faltered, not sure how I was supposed to respond to that. “You know, that’s actually really fucking gross.”

“It sure as heck wasn’t pretty.” He laughed.

I opened my mouth to reply, but the words stuttered in my chest as Lincoln pushed the crown of my dick into his throat and swallowed. My fingers were brutal, damn near tearing hair out as I dragged him off me. The look I gave him was deadly, but he didn’t give a fuck. The sexy curl of his lips told me that.

I mouthed for him to slow down.

He shook his head no.

I was fucked—happily but still.

“Did you need something, Peter?” I asked, determined to get my brother off the phone. There were just some things I didn’t need him to hear. Not wanting to make him feel bad, I added, “Not that I don’t want to talk, but I’m just in the… middle of something.”

“If you want to be in the middle, I know someone we can hire,” Lincoln offered suggestively, and I gave a quick shake of my head. No fucking way was I sharing him. Or being shared.

“Well,” Peter began slowly. The drawn-out nature of the word caught my attention.