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It’s only when we hang up and I get a message from Linc that I remember our date.
“Shit. Sorry. I just had to take a shift tonight. Didn’t want to leave them short,” I reply to him.
“Is that it or are you having second thoughts?”
Crap. I know why he would see it that way, and to be honest, maybe it’s not entirely my work-guilt that made me take the shift.
I do need to think, and going out on a date with Linc wouldn’t give me that. Instead, it would just pile onto the shit I already need to process. Nitpick his responses to figure out what he wants and if I’m it.
“No. No second thoughts. I just have to work. My sister told me she’s moving out, so I need all the money I can get to pay my stupid rent.”
I can see he’s trying to reply, but I don’t get a response straight away, so I go into the bathroom and have my shower trying really hard to cast out thoughts of our night together and how good he made me feel.
But it’s impossible.
I let the water run over me and cover my dick with my fingers rubbing the spot over and under slowly and with determined presses.
The water turns cooler, but I don’t care. I can’t stop now. The image of him towering over me, possessing me, kissing me, biting me.
His tongue over my nipples.
The kisses along my scars.
His cock filling me up.
I keep rubbing, massaging, kneading my dick and with my other hand, put a finger in my front hole.
It’s nothing like Linc giving it to me, but the fantasy makes up for it even if my fingers are lacking.
The orgasm builds up in my hips, and it trickles up into my chest until it comes crashing down through my pelvis, leaving me weak in the knees and gasping.
“Hey! Don’t use up all the hot water, jackass,” Autumn says from the other side of the door with a knock and I scramble out of the shower and into my bedroom to get dressed.
“If you’re not trying to avoid some alone time with me then let me tag along,” says Linc’s reply and that makes me take pause.
“What do you mean tag along?” I ask.
“With you. At your job. I’ll sit in the car while you drive us around delivering pizzas.”
“Doesn’t that sound like the worst date ever?”
“Nah. You’ll be there.”
Oh for fuck’s sake. Why is he so good at this? I thought he didn’t have experience with guys? Why is he Mr. Prince Charming all of a sudden and making my dick hard again?
“Okay. If you’re sure,” I reply. Because how can I say no to that?
“Great. What time are you picking me up?”
CHAPTER9
Linc
“So…”I say as I settle on the passenger seat and Camden drives off toward ‘Smiths. “I’ve got sodas of all kind, chips, chocolate—”
“Woah. Someone came prepared,” Cam replies, looking at my cooler bag and all the goodies I’ve stuffed inside.
I wanted to make sure Cam felt important during our date, and since he has to work, I can make sure he’s fed and watered during our drive.
