Page 74 of Carry On (Love Doesn’t Cure All #4)

NASH

Fuck.” I blew out a 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.

“What’s wrong, Peter?”

“So, Mom and I are going to be in Seattle—well, I was going to come visit by myself, but she doesn’t like the idea of me driving all that way alone.”

“You can drive a tractor, but you can’t drive on the highway?” I frowned at that logic.

“Something like that,” he agreed. “Would you want to… I was thinking… if you weren’t…”

Oh, this kid.

“Yeah, we can do something when you’re in town.” The words were out of my mouth before I thought better of them. I didn’t like that.

And apparently, they were enough to convince Lincoln’s mouth off my throbbing cock. I didn’t like that part either. He stopped everything to stare at me, arching a brow.

“Great!” Peter exclaimed. Fuck, he sounded so happy at the notion.

Something tightened painfully in my chest—something I desperately didn’t want to deal with.

“I’ll text you when we leave. Mom has like five places she wants to stop along the way, but we’ll get there eventually.

Maybe we’ll stay the weekend, and we can catch up. ”

“Sure, kid.” What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I keep agreeing to shit? A whole weekend with them? I wasn’t sure I could handle it.

They don’t need your mess, the voice cut in, weaseling its way back to the surface.

I stumbled my way through a cordial goodbye while I tried to stave off the pending spiral. Lincoln’s lips brushed along my hip as I tossed my phone back onto the floor.

“Did you just make plans with your family?” he asked.

I hated that word. Family. Family were the people you could count on. They were the people who were there for you no matter what. They weren’t the people who walked out on you. If child services hadn’t forced me into their life, they never would’ve known I existed.

They didn’t want me. Not really. They were stuck with me. My mom was the only real family I’d ever had.

“Yeah,” I muttered. Slinging an arm over my face, I needed a moment to get it together. What the fuck was wrong with me? Nothing good could come from opening this door.

Nothing good ever comes from what you do, the voice chimed in.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“What do you need from me?” Lincoln whispered against my skin. Despite everything, the warmth of his skin against mine was pleasant.

“Do that again,” I ordered.

He did, followed by running the flat of his tongue over the curve of my hip.

Liquid heat melted down my spine.

“More,” I urged him on.

Teeth sank into my side, and fingers squeezed and smoothed over my thigh.

I groaned. Yeah, Lincoln was a perfect distraction as the voice retreated somewhere I wanted it to stay.

“More,” I repeated breathily, practically begging. Though I wasn’t above begging for the kind of calming euphoria only he could provide.

“Head back, eyes shut, Lucky,” Lincoln instructed quietly. Strong hands ran over my side as he kissed and licked his way up my chest. His teeth scraped against my pulse, sending it fluttering with anticipation. “Let me take care of you.”

I nodded because I wanted just that.