Page 49 of Missing Linc
We get out of the car and walk to Isaac’s front door.
Camden and I have been dating now for two weeks, but I’ve kept it from everyone, including Lenka, because we wanted to have some pressure-free time before we announced it to the world. A time when it was just the two of us and no one else’s standards or comments to live up to.
But I like Camden. I really, really like Camden, and I want to share him with the world.
Isaac doesn’t know why we’re coming to his house. Hell, he doesn’t even know I’m bringing Cam. I didn’t want to tell him or Ezra anything about who they were going to meet because I didn’t want to have these conversations and all the anticipation leading up to it.
And yeah, I kinda want to surprise them because they’ve been asses to me, so if I give them mini heart attacks, that’s a plus.
I rap on the door, and as I do, the number 6 on it falls off its hinges turning into a 9.
I thought he fixed that.
The door opens, and I hear the gasp from Cam’s lips as we’re greeted by smooth skin, muscles galore, and a pair of grey eyes that could get you hard and coming by sight alone.
It’s funny how you start noticing attractive men more when you’re dating one.
And while I knew Ezra was hot, I don’t think I appreciated how hot until now. I can’t say I blame Isaac for being obsessed with the guy for as long as he was.
He’s in his underwear, a pair of tight briefs that do very little to hide his package, and he’s smiling from ear to ear.
“Hey, Linc, you okay, man?” he says, stepping aside to let us in.
Cam’s eyes are all over Ezra’s chest, and I would tell him off or feel a little bit jealous ifIwasn’t so busy staring at his bulge myself.
“Sorry, are we early?” I manage to say, clearing my throat.
Ezra laughs.
“Oh no. You’re not. We’ve been expecting you,” he says.
Cam chokes on nothing, and Ezra turns to look at him.
“Like that?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Ezra shrugs. “Why? What’s wrong with it?”
He looks down at his own body, apparently finding nothing wrong with his apparel.
“Did you think we were doing a porn shoot or something?” I ask, trying to add some snark in my voice, but damn, does it come out needy? Jesus. What’s wrong with me?
“Ezra Jonah Anderson, what did I tell you about getting the door looking like this?” Isaac comes through from the bathroom wearing a full-on smirk along with his more heavily clad summer clothes.
“Oh, come on guys. I’m at home. Can’t a guy walk around in his underwear in his own home?” he asks with a sigh.
“Not when he’s expecting company,” Isaac says and slaps his butt. “Now get.”
Ezra seems to get the message and wanders off into the back of the house, probably to get dressed.
Hopefullyto get dressed.
“Hey, dude, how’s it going?” Isaac hugs me. “Sorry about him.”
He turns to Cam and smiles.
“Oh, you don’t have to be sorry about showing any of that,” Cam says, and is that some drool on the sides of his mouth?
Little shit. He’s going to pay for it later.
