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“Oh?”
“Dylan Meyers… Maverick Green… Alexander Mason.”
“Wasn’t he the janitor?” I asked, the name sounding vaguely familiar.
“Yup.”
“Did you even go to class?” I demanded.
“I graduated, didn’t I?” He smirked, a little too proud of himself. And damn it, that look shot straight to my dick.
“That’s not saying much, Nashville,” I muttered into my beer.
“You were the nerd in class, weren’t you, Melvin?” he replied.
“Yes, I was.” I wasn’t the smartest kid in class by a long shot, but I was definitely the nerdiest. There was no doubt of that.
“Maybe we’ll go back to visit Uncle Beau, and I can corrupt the deceptively sexy nerd in the janitor’s shed,” he murmured.
“Please,” I scoffed. “I’ll do a lot, but there’s no way in hell I’m getting down on my knees in a fucking shed.”
“Pants too expensive?” he guessed.
“Damn straight my pants are too expensive,” I said, making him laugh harder. Yeah, I could listen to that sound forever.
CHAPTER 78
NASH
Wefellintobed,and I welcomed Lincoln’s weight on top of me. His teeth dragged over my lower lip, making me groan.
“God, that sound is fucking sexy,” he murmured. He nipped and licked his way down my neck, and my head tipped back to give him access.
He’s just using you,the voice commented all too loudly.
I couldn’t shut it up, and no amount of drinking throughout the night made it go away. I just needed a moment of quiet.
“No foreplay,” I said as Lincoln made his way down my chest.
“Eager tonight, aren’t we?” He chuckled, and I nodded. He had no idea.
He can’t understand,the voice chimed in.
I knew that. He’d never understand how desperate I was for the kind of blissful euphoria that only he could give me.
“On your stomach, Lucky,” Lincoln ordered. “I want that ass in the air for me.”
I rolled while he grabbed the lube from the nightstand. My heart pounded fast with anticipation as his fingers kneaded my ass, spreading me open. Lube drizzled down my crease, and he teased my hole with one finger. He pressed it into that tight ring of muscles, and I clenched.
“Relax for me, Lucky,” he said.
I didn’t know how to relax when I was so wound up from the incessant commentary in my head. Still, I blew out a slow breath as I relished in the slight burn of how he stretched me. One finger quickly became two and then three. His fingers curled against my prostate, and I moaned, pushing back on his hand for more.
“That’s it, handsome,” Lincoln praised. “Show me how badly you want it.”
I did want it. My cock leaked against the sheets with how much I wanted to be fucked by him.
“Please, baby,” I gasped as his fingers swiped over my prostate with every pass. I needed more of him.
