Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“You’re really going to give me a big head, do you know that?” He grinned.
“Can it get much bigger?”
We laughed, and he kissed me. We got dressed and ready, and Lincoln drove us to Fever.
Outside of the weekend, Monday was the busiest day at Fever. Tonight was no exception.
When we walked inside, the place was already packed—half the men shirtless, their asses hanging out of whatever jock they’d decided to wear.
I wasn’t one for that kind of thing myself, so I’d be staying in my jeans and tee, but I sure as shit enjoyed knowing I’d have Linc on my arm. The thing was, I was pretty sure Linc thought I did the praising thing for him, but it was just as much for me. It got me going to tell him what he did to me, to know he was a slut for my attention and praise. I liked everyone knowing he was mine, being able to look but not touch. It was just another way we fit together.
It didn’t take long for Linc to strip out of his clothes, other than the red jock, the pouch hugging his cock just right, that perfect ass of his on display.
He looked at me and grinned, moving in close, his arms around my neck, mouth close to my ear. “Does looking at me get you hard, Rush? You’re the only one here I really care about…who I want touching me…driving yourself wild thinking about getting inside me. Do I look pretty for you, baby?”
I trembled, nearly fucking losing control and finding a wall to fuck him against right then and there. Everything about Lincoln went straight to my head, always had, always would.
“You know you do. You could make me come just from looking at you. Mmm, all this smooth skin…” I ran my hand up and down his back, not allowing my fingers close to his ass, no matter how much they twitched.
People danced around us, others watched us moving together, and fuck, the eyes on him got me going.
“And Christ, that ass…it brings me to my knees. You know that. Nothing like worshipping it, with my hands…my cock…my tongue. I’d do anything for your ass.”
He shook, whimpered softly in my ear. “Touch me.”
“No,” I denied him. “I can’t make all the boys jealous already, can I?”
“Please?” Linc begged.
He turned around, rubbing his ass against my groin. My dick had been hard from the second he stepped close to me, and that just made me fucking ache.
“Come on, Pretty Boy. Let’s walk around.”
“No fair,” Linc replied, but took my hand.
We walked through the bar, and people looked, just like they did with all the guys there, but Linc drew a lot of attention. He always did. He was too damn electric not to draw you in. He’d done it with me from the start. It wasn’t like anyone was made a spectacle of. They’d all seen thousands of men in jocks before, but I knew it was the thought behind it all for Linc and me that was so damn hot—the words we said and thinking about people looking at him and wanting him but knowing we belonged to each other.
“Do you guys play with others?” asked a sexy Latino guy with the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.
“No. I belong to him,” Linc replied, and damned if colors didn’t explode behind my eyelids and my dick didn’t twitch.
“Why is that so hot?” Lincoln asked when the guy walked away.
“Say it again,” I told him.
“That I’m yours?”
“Yeah, that.”
“I belong to you, Rush.” And then we were kissing and dancing, grinding against each other, surrounded by people and feeling like we were alone.
“Fuck, you’re such a pretty boy. So goddamned sexy that all I do is think about you. The way you whimper for me, the way your ass feels when it hugs my cock…my favorite little mole that I can’t wait to kiss when we get home…right before I lose myself in the best hole I’ve ever had.”
“Oh God.” Linc shuddered against me. “Let’s go home, baby. I’ve had enough. I just want you.”
All I’d ever wanted was him, anyway.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Lincoln
Lincoln never makes me feel like I’m sick. It’s like he just cares. I bet his patients feel that way too. ~ Trey
It had been a shitty day at work. We’d been short-staffed already, and then the traveling nurse who had a contract with us got sick and called in at the last minute. I’d had to take more rooms, which I hated because I couldn’t give each patient the extra time I liked to. I’d stayed half an hour late so I could make a last trip to each room, and I really wanted to go home and go to bed.
Actually, that was a lie. I wanted to go home and crawl into bed with Rush…maybe fuck around a little bit…watch a movie or some cheesy thing I’d sworn I’d never want to do. But I wanted to do it with Rush.