Page 32 of Missing Linc
“Until me,” he says.
“Until you.”
“Well,” he starts and pushes me off him with a smirk. “As much as I hate not being the one to pop your figurative cherry, I’ll take pleasure knowing I was the first one you enjoyed it with.”
If only he knew the truth of it.
Fuck it. Who cares?
“You might not have popped my cherry, as you say, but you’re definitely the firstpersonI’ve enjoyed sex with.”
He furrows his brows at that and grimaces.
“What do you mean? You’ve never had good sex before me?”
“I thought I had,” I say. “But it turns out I was wrong.”
Cam pulls his mouth open and fans himself, walking away from me.
“Mr. Young, you need to stop or I might just take you right here, right now,” he says.
“Do you promise?” I ask, pulling him back to me with a force that shocks both of us, but it makes our bodies glue to one another.
“Shall we take things to the shower?”
I cock my head at that. That was not the response I expected.
“What? After the night we just had, we both stink, and I don’t want you smelling my pits while I take advantage of you.”
I raise an eyebrow at that.
“Fine. Shower sex it is,” I say with a fake sigh.
“Oh my, you’re already turning into a drama queen. A gayby in the making.” He laughs.
“I’ll go get the water ready,” I tell him.
“Meet you there in two. I’ll just grab some more juice,” he replies.
I like how comfortable he looks in my kitchen already. Could he be comfortable in all the other rooms?
I think I’d love that. I’d love that very much.
As I get the water hot and ready for him, Cam appears at the bathroom door with big, flared eyes.
“Are you okay?” I ask, coming up to him. I have no idea what happened in the two minutes I’ve been gone.
He shakes his head and looks outside the bathroom.
“You’ve got… company.”
With a frown, I step out of the bathroom and walk back to the front of the house only to find Makayla standing there with hands on her hips and looking shocked and appalled.
“Kayla, what are you doing here?” I ask her, trying to ignore the indignant look plastered on her face.
That’s pretty much a permanent tattoo on her by this point, anyway.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” she asks.
