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Lincoln

It’s after midnight when I hear the faintest knock on my bedroom door. I know it’s not Reiss because he wouldn’t be so gentle. The door opens a sliver, just enough for me to see Colson’s six foot two frame peeking inside.

He slips through, closing the door quietly behind him. I haven’t seen him in three days, so a midnight visit wasn’t really on my bingo card for today.

I scoot over, lifting the comforter and inviting him to lay down next to me. When he slides in, his body is freezing.

“Geez why are you so cold?”

He snuggles against me, “Ice bath. I rode today and I’m so fucking sore.”

“What are you doing here?”

He turns around facing me, “What do you mean, I’m always here?”

“I mean in my bedroom,” I say. “What if Reiss finds you in here?”

“Then he just does.” Colson says nervously. “My dad is home.”

I stare at him, waiting for him to elaborate but he doesn’t so I do.

“Why is he here? That’s twice in a couple of weeks.”

“He said he’s home for good.”

I wrinkle my nose, “What?”

“My parents are getting divorced. Dad is moving back here, alone.”

I stare at him and part of me wants to pretend like I didn’t know but the other part knows that Nana could tell him that she already told me.

I wince, “Your Nana told me, but I don’t think she really meant to.”

“You already knew?” He gapes at me and I can tell he feels a little betrayed.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” I beg. “I honestly wasn’t a hundred percent sure if Nana had all the information straight and we haven’t exactly talked in a couple days.”

He sighs, “You and my Nana are thick as thieves, you know that? Hanging out behind my back and talking shit about me.”

“She loves me,” I brag. “Maybe even more than you.”

Colson chuckles, “Fat chance in hell. That woman is Colson’s biggest fan.”

He slaps his chest with both hands like an idiot.

“Ugh, stop talking about yourself in third person, dipshit.”

He grins, staring up at my ceiling, and I’m not really sure if he wants to talk about it but I open up the opportunity if he does.

“Are you upset?” I ask, “About the divorce?”

He cocks his neck backward and simply says, “No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head, nuzzling his forehead against my collarbone. “Also no.”

“Okay, well did you know Reiss is pretending to be Mira’s baby daddy?”

Colson groans, “Ugh, yeah. He’s an idiot.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I question. “That explains why Landon is out for blood.”

“I think Jackson is behind what happened at East Bend,” Colson says, and I can’t help but argue. Sure he provided the money, that’s obvious, but I think Landon is the real mastermind.

“Maybe,” I huff. “But there’s no way Jackson would’ve known about that rule without Landon or someone on his team suggesting it.”

“Yeah,” Colson agrees. “Somehow it all turned into a fucking mess.”

“Landon knew the only way to beat you was on a technicality.”

Colson smiles at me sleepily, “Don’t you mean you? Beat you? You kicked his ass.”

My cheeks turn pink with the compliment, “I kinda did, huh?”

“Yeah, baby Bane. One day everyone’s gonna know how great you are and it’ll be more than just me telling you.”

I snuggle closer to him, warming his tanned skin, “I like that it’s only you. I don’t need all the attention that some of these moto guys crave. I’ve never wanted that. Plus, it makes it more special when you are the one hyping me up.”

He takes the pad of his index finger and drags it down my nose before bopping it lightly on the tip, “I’ll always hype you up. I’ve been doing it since we were kids. Maybe not as out loud as I should have but I was doing it in my mind.”

I know exactly what he means, I’ve been loving Colson since we were little but I knew I couldn’t love him out loud. Colson belonged to my brother but I think I always knew someday he’d be mine too.

He wraps his arms around me, “I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier on the 4 th of July. I was in my head about everything, Linc. I should’ve been here. I’m gonna fuck up sometimes, and I’m not always going to do everything right. I’m not always gonna love you the right way.”

I look up to him, his expression tortured, “I don’t want perfect, Colson. I don’t care if our love makes sense to anyone else. I don’t want comfortable, I don’t want good-enough. I want this wild love that we can’t explain and everyone thinks is insane.”

He nods, “I think that’s the only way to love someone.”

Snaking his hand around my neck and threading his long fingers through my dark silky hair, he pulls me in for a kiss.

His grip is tight against my hip bone, and he kisses me until I’m nearly breathless.

He pulls me flesh against him, his erection pressed firmly against my belly button.

Showing me he’s just as needy for me as I am for him.

I want him.

He has this rare innate ability to make me feel safe and reckless at the same time and it’s a feeling I literally crave from him. My pulse quickens to a dangerous pace, and his hand slips from my hip to the hem of my silk panties, until his hand is firmly cupped against me.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his long, beautifully unfair eyelashes heavy against his green eyes.

I nod, letting him know that it’s okay, that I’m okay.

I moan, breathless against his chest when I feel him touch me. His fingers slip inside me, swirling against my tight walls. I feel my legs tense but he pushes harder, “Open your legs,” he breathes. “Wider.”

I do as he says, giving him a better angle and he pushes his hand in further, until I feel the base of his thumb against my clit. He swirls his thumb in circles and pushes the blanket back so he can watch and the way his eyes darken with need, lights my body on fire.

He watches his fingers glide in and out and the way he bites his lip sends me over the edge. “Fuck, yes,” I murmur.

He knows exactly how to move to make me come.

I clench around his fingers, and keep my eyes trained on him until they fall shut, my body shaking against him as my orgasm takes over my entire body.

His eyes never leave me, they stay positioned on his hand, admiring the way it looks inside me.

When he pulls it away, he groans, disappearing under the blanket and tasting me.

When he comes back up, he takes his tongue and rakes it from my collarbone to my earlobe. Every single nerve ending in my body ignites with need again and I’m borderline feral for him.

I kick my panties off and push him back on the bed to straddle him.

He grabs the hem of my Fox Racing t-shirt and pulls it greedily over my head, tossing it to the ground.

Slipping his hands around my back, he pulls me down closer to him so that he can take my nipple into his mouth.

He sucks it lightly. A deep moan falls from my lips and I pull back long enough to pull his shorts down, allowing his dick to spring free from his boxer briefs.

I need him.

He grabs my wrist and places my hand against his bare chest. “Do you feel that?” His heart hammers against my palm, “Everytime I look at you, that’s what happens.”

The connection between us is undeniable and I know that there is absolutely no one else for me. It’s him.

We lock eyes, but neither of us need to speak to have a conversation.

It’s love. It’s lust. It’s something we’ve always had silently.

I position myself over him as he lines the head of his cock up with my slit, sinking down on him. I feel him suck in a breath, “Goddamn, Lincoln.”

Rocking back and forth, I ride him. His eyes shift down to where his dick pushes in and out of me, and I watch his expression darken. It’s quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve seen in my entire life. Watching him watch me.

Leaning down, I struggle to get as close to him as possible, taking his mouth frantically against mine. “You feel so good inside me,” I pant, as he rolls over on top of me, pinning me between his lean, muscular arms.

He slams his body hard against mine, the thickness of him stretching me. He’s relentless, he thrusts and thrusts over and over until my vision starts to blur and my breathing is labored .

“Colson…” my voice strains and I feel my body begin to tense up. “Colson, don’t stop…”

His pace remains the same, a perfect rhythm that feels absolutely amazing. It’s slow but intentional, and I can’t help but lean into each thrust, needing him deeper. I’m pulsing against him and I watch as his jaw tightens. He pushes hard against me, so deep that it takes my breath.

I begin to cry out, and Colson swallows my moan with his kiss, keeping me quiet.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles. “Everytime feels like the first.”

Hearing him speak consumes me, he tenses up and I can tell he’s close. He leans back and licks the pad of his thumb, never slowing his pace and rubs it against my clit as he continues to thrust into me.

I come so hard my legs go numb and he rides out his release, continuing to push into me until I’m completely slack with pleasure.

We collapse on the bed, his legs still tangled with mine and I know for sure this is where I’m meant to be.