Page 110 of Love By Design

“I hate you,” I said.

He made wet kissing noises against my stomach, and I kneed him in the ribs until he rolled off of me, wheezing and clutching his side.

“It’s not that serious,” I told him.

“I’m wounded.”

I stood up from the couch and stretched, fingers threaded together above my head. Leaning back, I arched until my spine popped. The release of pressure felt so good, and then I bent forward, letting my arms hang low. My fingers grazed the floor,and Lincoln made a very playful sound in the back of his throat.

“You’re hornier than normal,” I said, straightening up and arching a brow at him. He gave me an annoyed look, rearranging himself on the couch while I collected the takeout boxes and carried them into the kitchen.

“Thank you for noticing.” Lincoln collapsed onto the couch, stretching across the seat I’d just occupied. “Do you think we can go get me laid?”

It was almost ten.

“Are you serious? Isn’t there an app for that?”

“The guys on apps are the worst,” he said, clutching his hands together in prayer. “They’re either vanilla or they want to piss on my face. There is no middle ground.”

“I’m sure there’s a middle ground.”

“Please let’s go out.”

“It’s getting late,” I said.

“You’re getting old in your domesticness or whatever the word is. Rapture is barely open.”

“You want to go to Rapture?”

“Please.” Lincoln batted his lashes at me. “Are you allowed?”

“Of course, I’m…” I stopped myself from finishing the thought because….was I allowed?Marshall and I had talked about my relationship with Lincoln, but we’d never talked about going to clubs or anything like that without each other. It wasn’t like I was going to play or anything. There was no way he’d have an issue with it.

“Check with Daddy,” Lincoln said, jumping over the back of the couch and scampering down the hallway. “I’m going to get ready.”

With a groan, I found my phone on the coffee table and sent Marshall a text.

Are you with your brothers still?

Marshall

Yeah. Everything okay with you?

Yes. Just Lincoln wants to go to Rapture.

Is anyone stopping him?

He wants me to go with him.

There was a pause, and the water turned on in the bathroom, shortly followed by the hum of Lincoln’s electric toothbrush.

Be safe.

It’s okay?

Why wouldn’t it be?

Just keep your clothes on. Send me a picture of your outfit before you leave.