Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Where two guys were…” Lincoln prompted.
“Um, yeah, the two guys, they were, um… they were inside the third guy,” I stammered, sure I’d burn up in flames right there on the spot.
He looked at me in confusion. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t getting it. “They were… you know… at the same time.”
Lincoln shook his head. “Sorry, I’m not sure—”
“They were both fucking him at the same time!” I practically yelled just so I could get the words out. “Two dicks in one guy at the same time. Double D’s.” I shook my head in disbelief. “How does a gay guy your age not know that’s a thing?”
A broad smile spread across Lincoln’s lips even as he kept his eyes on the road.
“You asshole,” I growled. I gave his arm a hard shove, not even giving thought to the fact that he was driving. But Lincoln was in complete control of the car.
Even as he laughed his ass off.
When he finally caught his breath enough to talk, he said, “That must have been one hell of a video.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked. Ford and I had both been horrified by the prospect of two dicks in one hole but we’d also admittedly both been turned on by it. It was the first time we’d seen each other’s erections through our shorts.
“Because if you’d taken the time to read what the video was called or seen any of the keywords, you would have seen that it’s called DP,” Lincoln answered. “Double penetration.”
“Oh,” was all I could say. I wondered if Ford had ever figured out our erotically charged faux pas.
“So Double D’s really does just stand for Dick and Dee?” I asked. “What’s funny about that?”
“You’ll see, sweetheart,” was all Lincoln said with a grin.
I should have reminded him that friends didn’t use endearments like “sweetheart,” but I was too busy basking in the pleasure of the way he’d said it. I loved his voice. It was deep and smooth but had so many nuances depending on how he was saying something. It would take a lifetime to learn them all.
The reminder that there would be no lifetime with Lincoln dampened my mood a bit but when we passed the sign welcoming us to Amsterdam, Minnesota, I perked up. When Lincoln pulled the car into one of the few open spots in front of the custard stand, I couldn’t help but say, “It looks exactly the same.”
I’d been hoping to see some obvious clue so I’d get the joke before Lincoln had to explain it to me.
“Look up, baby,” Lincoln said and then his hand was on my chin. He lifted it enough that I was looking at the top of the custard stand. It was just two big ice cream cones next to one another with a cherry on each of them. There were two capital Ds underneath the cones.
“Now, take off your gay cap and put on the ‘what would a straight guy see’ cap,” Lincoln continued, amusement clear in the way he spoke.
Straight cap? What the hell was he—?
“You have got to be kidding me,” I groaned as it all hit me like a ton of bricks. “Oh my God,” I added with a laugh, then admitted, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat here again.”
“Come on,” he said as he patted my thigh. “Let’s share the Double D Delight. That way we can lick those double beauties together.”
Lincoln’s laugh followed him out of the car. He came around to open my door, but I was already halfway out of my seat because something important had occurred to me as I’d watched the gorgeous man continue to laugh his ass off as he walked around the front of the vehicle.
I shoved the door hard enough to get his attention, but he caught it before it could hit anything vital. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll… I’ll…”
Shit. I had nothing to go with. Lincoln was still grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“I’ll help Walter play one of his tricks on you!” I said triumphantly.
The man didn’t even bat an eye. In fact, he crossed his arms on top of the car door and softly said, “Promise?”
I could only stare at him.
“Didn’t anyone tell you the best part of all those little pranks Walter and now even Riley play on me?” Lincoln asked, his voice going low. It slid over me like a caress.
The butterflies that usually flitted around in my belly seemed to have moved up into my throat because I couldn’t come up with a single response. Hell, I couldn’t take my eyes off the gorgeous man.
“I always get even, Theo,” Lincoln said softly, his dark eyes dancing with desire. “And I can think of at least a dozen ways that I would love to get even with you, sweetheart,” he finished, his voice all husky, before taking my hand and pulling me around the door so he could close it.