Page 32 of Blindsided

You are the only person I know who can be downtown before sunrise, have a fucking scene, and send someone into subspace.

It wasn’t like that.

Not exactly at least. My attention was drawn to Lincoln when he pulled my thumb into his mouth as it ran over his lips. He didn’t move, didn’t react in any way, and I watched in fascination as he began to suck at my thumb like Trevor so often sucked his own.

Brax

Sure it wasn’t. Just tell Dad the truth. Or most of it. Tell him that you’re with Lincoln and he’s in no condition to be left alone.

That sounds like he’s drunk off his ass.

Brax

Alternatively, tell him you’re a kinky fuck and sent your boss into subspace before breakfast. Your choice.

Fuck you.

Though he had a point.

Lincoln continued to float somewhere in subspace, still sucking my thumb, as I rolled my phone over and over in my other hand until finally cursing quietly and unlocking it to tap out a message to Tom.

I stopped by the main office to check on Lincoln before heading to the arena. He’s having a rough morning and I’m going to be here longer than expected.

That didn’t sound too kinky. I definitely didn’t need to come out and tell Tom I’d sent our boss into subspace.

Tom

Uh-huh. Are you two at least working your shit out? I’m tired of the sexual tension being thick enough to cut it with a knife when you’re in the same room.

Oh. My. God. What the fuck? You’re like… my dad. No talking about sex with my dad.

Tom

East, I think of you like my son, but when you start talking about my hookups in my private time, I’m going to call you out on sleeping with the team’s owner on MY time.

Dammit. He had me there.

Okay, okay, we’re figuring shit out. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to be there any time in the near future.

Tom

It’s worth it. Get here when you can.

With my boss knowing I wasn’t going to be at work on time because I had just fucked the boss, I put my phone down and focused on Lincoln. He’d settled into a rhythmic sucking pattern on my thumb that had lulled him into a deep slumber and sent my brain thinking about something else he could be sucking.

CHAPTER 15

LINCOLN

My eyes cracked open and for a moment I didn’t know where I was. The bed felt wrong, the pillow was wrong, my pajamas were wrong, even my room was wrong. I drew in a deep breath, trying to regain my senses, and felt something in my mouth that I couldn’t place. Using my tongue, I explored the object, sleepy thoughts initially making me wonder when I’d gotten a cock in my mouth.

Finally, I detected something that was hard and blunt. From there, I quickly felt the knuckle and realized I’d been sucking my thumb. Except neither of my hands were near my face. One was draped over my side and the other was resting on… a knee.

Reality and a hefty dose of confusion slammed into me and I pushed the thumb out.

“Decide to wake up?” a voice asked from above me. And while it was sleepy, I knew it belonged to Easton.

Events of the early morning played through my mind: the spanking, the sexy fantasy, coming so hard my vision faded and I saw stars. Less vivid but still there were snippets of time where Easton cleaned me up, gave me something to drink, then pulled me close. After that, everything had faded away until I woke up sucking his thumb.

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