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Lincoln

I t’s strange not driving Katy to school. I didn’t realize how used to our morning chats I had become. There isn’t a lot of one-on-one time in that tiny house, but those fifteen minutes alone with her are always nice.

Katy sees me in the cafeteria as I walk in and comes right to me. Her bright smile warms my heart. I miss her bratty humor around the house.

“Hey, Lin—Officer Reed.” Her eyes quickly dart around to see if anyone nearby heard her slip up. I informed the school of her new home situation, but I can understand Katy not wanting her peers to know too much.

I greet her with a warm smile in return. “Hey, Katy girl. We miss you at home. How is Casa Webb?”

“Hannah is a handful, and Miles is adorable. It’s great.” I place a hand on her shoulder, something that looks inconspicuous, and give her a squeeze. She understands my gesture and grins.

“And Justin and Nicole?”

“Wonderful, of course. How long am I staying?” I can’t tell from the tone of her question if she’s asking because she wants to stay or she’s ready to leave and come back to us.

“You’re old enough to make that decision, Katy. There’s no pressure to stay or leave. You can come home with me today, or I can take you back to Justin’s. If you need more clothes, we can get those for you, too.”

“Oh, clothes aren’t an issue. I’m actually coming back with far more than I left with. Nicole is giving me half her wardrobe because it either doesn’t fit anymore, or she says it isn’t very motherly of her to wear, now that she has two kids.”

That sounds like a Nicole statement.

“Well, that’s awesome. The decision is yours when you want to come home. Justin extended an open-ended invitation, but I’ll tell you this, Axel misses having someone around on his level.”

She looks at me and tilts her head. “I don’t know if that’s an insult to him or me.”

“Definitely him. Now, go eat breakfast and get to homeroom. Oh, how are you feeling?” For a moment, her face falls, and I regret asking. She readjusts her book bag on her shoulders and plays with the end of her hair.

“I feel fine.” She lowers her voice and looks around again to make sure no one has come any closer to our conversation. “Should I be feeling fine? Is something wrong? I expected to feel nauseous or something.”

Poor thing. We haven’t talked much about her positive test, and it sounds like she hasn’t talked to Nicole yet, either.

“It’s still early, and not everyone gets mo—feels sick.” I realize saying morning sickness out loud might not be the best thing, just in case anyone does happen to eavesdrop.

“Okay.” She nods and seems a bit more relieved.

“Whenever you make a decision, just let us know. There’s plenty of time.”

“I know. I will.” She smiles and heads to the cafeteria line to get her breakfast.

I wish I could pull her into my arms and hug her until she feels whole, but it’s not the time and place.

Most days are uneventful for me. While it’s not as fulfilling as being a street cop, I’ll take what I can get. I couldn’t retire. I love the job too much, but being shot in the leg close enough to my knee to cause problems solidified my future. It was either desk work or this, and I’m not a desk jockey.

As I’m walking the halls, my phone buzzes. I pull it out to check, and there’s a message from Axel. No, it’s a video. I click on it and quickly fumble to turn the volume off. I shove myself into a corner so no one can walk up behind me and watch Tucker and Miller making out.

That’s pretty fucking hot. The camera lowers down Tucker’s body, his very naked body, where he’s connected with Spencer, and a hand is between her legs. I quickly lock the phone and look around. The halls are empty, but this is absolutely an inappropriate video to watch out in the open, or even in a school building, for that matter. But I’m a fucking cat, and curiosity is getting the better of me.

I radio the office and give them the code for using the bathroom in case they need me. It’s not necessary, but I don’t like them to worry if something happens and it takes me a little longer to get across the school in an emergency.

As soon as I lock the bathroom door, I turn the vent fan on, open my phone, and click on the video again. I turn the volume up the tiniest bit just so I can hear over the fan, but not enough that anyone outside the door could. The screen follows the line of Spencer’s body, and all I can think is my brother is one lucky bastard. Spencer is moaning and biting her lip when the camera moves again. I inwardly protest until I see a very familiar set of abs pumping into an ass.

“Fuck me, Fireball. Who knew you had that in you?”

Miller pumps hard into Axel, and the phone falls, ending the video. The wave of heat coursing through me changes to disappointment until I see another video waiting to be played. It had to have come in while I was watching the first one.

I eagerly press play and notice the angle is different. Axel must have had the phone for the first one because this angle shows a naked Axel with Miller’s cock thrusting into him. That’s fucking hot and infuriating. Why am I missing this? Why didn’t I know Miller had interest in being a top?

“Who do you think will come first, Tucker? Everyone has a twenty-five percent chance.”

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

“Let’s focus on our Queen. She’s the most important.” Spencer must like the sound of that because her moan is intoxicating. “Miller, take over for Axel so he can focus on her breasts. I think she’s relaxed enough to give us her pleasure. What do you think, Little Miss?”

Oh, I fucking hope so. Am I going to get to watch Spencer come again?

I rub my rapidly growing cock over my pants. I absolutely will not jerk off in the school bathroom, but I need the relief of some pressure.

I can hear talking, but I’m more focused on what’s going on. Axel has her breasts, Miller has her clit, and Tucker is holding her legs. Everyone’s attention is on Spencer, and she’s enjoying herself completely.

The camera is shaky but shows me glimpses of everyone’s hands and connections. Axel takes his cock and starts stroking in rhythm with Miller’s thrusts, and Spencer’s delicate hand reaches over and takes it for him.

I pause the video to calm myself down. My heart is racing, and without realizing it, I’m rubbing my pants in time with the video. I need to calm the fuck down. Now.

No. What I need to do is put the phone down and somehow finish the rest of my day. I know how the end of the video is going to go. They’re all going to come, and I’ll probably come with them. I’m not a teenager and don’t want to be walking around with jizz in my pants all day. I need to put it away, then go home and rail Miller, and make sweet love to my dream girl…After I take Katy back to Justin’s.

Shit. What if she wants to come home? I love Katy, but my blue balls require her to spend at least another day at Justin’s house.

With every ounce of willpower I have, I put my phone in my pocket. I think about sending a warning text to Miller, but he doesn’t deserve the heads up. He’ll get what’s coming to him. I think of the aftermath of getting shot to will my cock down before I leave the bathroom, and it works. I still have to get through the rest of the day, but I can come up with a plan that’s suitable for the offense.

“Is everything okay, Linc? You seem…antsy.” From the moment Katy got in my truck and confirmed she was spending the night with Justin, all I’ve been able to think about is dropping her off and getting home.

“Sorry. Just have a lot on my mind. Everything is fine.” She puts her hand over mine on the steering wheel, where I’m tapping my fingers.

“Seriously, what’s up?”

What’s up? My boyfriend sent me a racy sex video with everyone involved but me, and if I don’t stick my dick in someone soon, I might explode.

Yeah, let’s not say that out loud.

“Like I said. A lot on my mind. Just anxious to get home and…talk to Miller.”

“Ohhh, I get it.” She gets it? What does she get? “You’re horny, and since I’m not there, you guys can have all the grownup fun time you want.”

Air. I need air. I feel the tips of my ears flaming as I roll down the window, hoping the wind will help cool me down. It doesn’t. Hearing Katy laugh at me doesn’t help either.

“Did I embarrass you, Linc?” She holds her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh out loud.

“No. Yes. Shut up, child. I can’t talk about this stuff with you.” Her laughter spills over, and tears stream down her cheeks by the time I pull into Justin’s driveway.

The front door opens, and Katy practically spills out of the car in hysterics. Justin runs over, not realizing her crisis is laughter and not another ailment, and she crashes into his arms.

“What the hell is going on?” Justin looks between the two of us, wearing completely different expressions.

Katy’s arm flails out, and she points at me. “He…he…” She takes a deep breath and spews out the words. “He’s embarrassed to talk to me about sex.”

“Um. O-kay.” He draws out the word, still not understanding what’s going on.

“He wants to get home to Miller and get some. He’s practically vibrating with excitement. Let’s not hold him up. I don’t want to see him explode in your driveway.”

Groaning, I drop my head to the steering wheel, convinced I’m as red as a tomato.

“You good, Linc?” Justin sounds amused at my sheer mortification from this conversation. “Do you want to come in and have a dri—”

“Nope, gotta get home. Bye, Justin. Bye, brat. Close the door. Don’t let it hit you on the way out.” Katy grabs her book bag from the truck and wiggles her fingers at me before closing the door with a shit eating grin.

She manages a sarcastic, “Have fun. Use protection,” before I leave Justin’s driveway. I’m at the edge of my limit. Using the Bluetooth in my truck, I call Miller.

“Hey, Babe. You on your way home?” All I can do is growl as his voice instantly brings me back to the videos I watched earlier. “Lincoln, you okay?”

“No. I’m not fucking okay. I got not one but two fucking sex tapes today that I had no involvement in. I had to use every ounce of willpower not to jerk off or blow my load in a public school FULL OF CHILDREN, MILLER. Did you forget that I work with kids? Then, as I’m driving our kid to Justin’s house, I’m so fucking on edge that she calls me out on being horny and wanting adult time. She laughed in my face when I got embarrassed and gave me a bratty sendoff, telling me to use protection . I’m not okay, and you’re about to not be okay.”

“Our?” What the fuck?

“What?”

“You called her our kid.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now. I just vented all that to you and warned you what was coming, and you hyperfocused on the fact that I called Katy ours ?”

“Yeah. I’ll take whatever punishment you’re about to dole out, but you called her ours. That’s a big deal, Babe.”

Fuck. He’s right.

All the fight leaves me. I’m not sure when I started thinking of Katy as ours, but she is—just as much as Spencer is ours, but in a different way. We’ve created our own little, well, I guess big, family.

“Dammit. How am I supposed to continue to be upset when you say shit like that?”

“Hey, Babe, did you watch both videos? Did you see how well I fucked Axel? He loved every second of it, and we want to repeat it with you fucking me while I fuck him.”

“Fuck, Fireball.” I’m not even sure the words are decipherable through my growl. “I’ll be home in five, and you better be waiting for me.”

“Of course. Love you.”

“You’re not my favorite right now, but I love you too.” I hit the end button on my steering wheel and punch the gas a little harder.