And if he was smart, he wouldn’t be returning here so soon, a kicked dog looking for another scrap, but he’d never been particularly wise where Linc was concerned. As it was, he’d had to force himself to slow down, go home to his trailer first, take a shower, play on his phone awhile, anything to appear less eager. But judging by his galloping pulse as he turned down the drive, he’d failed miserably in that regard.
Speaking of dogs, Linc’s pair greeted him with their usual enthusiasm. These two were neither mistreated nor lacking in attention, more like spoiled rotten, and it was undoubtedly stupid to be jealous of them. But he was, mainly because the dogs were proof that Linc could attach to things, that he had a heart, a deeply kind side, that he wasn’t simply some aloof, emotionally distant loner incapable of affection. Hell, even his plants were a testament to him having a hidden domestic side, being more than a tattooed, hard-living badass who had no use for other people.
Jon had teased Linc about needing a wife, but he wasn’t entirely wrong—Linc had every sign of being the sort of guy who settled down, the sort of guy anyone would be lucky to have. But of course thinking of Jon reminded him that Linc still wasn’t out to everyone, still had a pile of misguided notions of honor and loyalty, and wasn’t likely to be setting them aside anytime soon.
So why the hell was Jacob here? Why had Linc summoned him? Linc’s face as he leaned against the porch rail gave nothing away, stoic as ever, coolly assessing Jacob as he walked to the porch.
“You came,” he said with a nod.
“You thought I wouldn’t? Pretty sure that was an order, not a request.”
“Sorry.” Flexing his hands, Linc looked away. “It wasn’t an order. More like invitation. If you’d rather—”
“Linc.” Reaching out, Jacob forced him to meet his gaze. “I’m here. Not about to turn around and leave. It was a joke, okay?”
“Yeah.” Exhaling, Linc didn’t shrug away from Jacob’s touch, instead stepping closer. “This is crazy.”
“The craziest,” Jacob agreed as Linc tugged him into a tight embrace. His eyes were troubled, but his mouth was hot and urgent as it claimed Jacob’s, hands sure on his back.
Not about to let Linc have all the fun, Jacob gave as good as he got, meeting Linc kiss for kiss, using lips and tongue and teeth until they were both groaning and stumbling toward the house. They bumped into the porch rail, righting themselves with another kiss, only to crash into the door frame, dogs racing back into the house ahead of them. But still they kissed, even as the dogs almost toppled them over. Linc broke away long enough to pull the door shut, returning to push Jacob into the entryway wall for another brutal kiss as they ground together.
“Fuck. We’re insane.” Linc didn’t give him much room to answer before he raked his teeth down the jaw Jacob had shaved earlier. Snaking a hand up under Jacob’s hoodie, he held him in a possessive death grip, like Jacob was in danger of running off.
“Crazy’s not supposed to feel this damn good,” he managed to gasp as Linc continued his assault.
“I know. And we’re...supposed...to be talking.” Linc explored more with his hands, broad touch lighting up each muscle group.
“Talking?” he groaned. “You brought me here to talk? Because it sure as hell feels like you asked me over to get off.”
“Both. Need both.” Linc captured his mouth for another desperate kiss. “Talk first. Then fuck.”
“Uh-huh. Good luck with that.” Jacob sucked hard on his questing tongue, loving the way it made Linc growl and shove him toward the nearby couch, them stumbling together in a sort of zombie waltz.
“Damn. Can’t think with you like this.” Linc pushed him down on the couch, sinking to his knees in between Jacob’s spread legs. Jacob had been blessed with some amazing sights in his life—sunrise at Crater Lake, family trip to Yellowstone, old growth forests and countless mountain sunsets. But none of those were as awe inspiring as Lincoln Reid, on his knees, looking like his sole goal in life was sucking Jacob as he undid Jacob’s belt and fly.
“This gonna help with the thinking problem?” He couldn’t resist joking even as Linc withdrew his cock, eyes hungry, lips parted.
“Nope.” Linc gave a tight smile before ensuring that neither of them was going to be doing much thinking at all by swallowing Jacob to the root in one smooth movement. He was pretty darn proud of his own oral skills and certainly enjoyed showing them off, but there was something about Linc’s greedy mouth that was utterly devastating. Maybe because he managed to still be just as dominating as ever, one hand keeping Jacob firmly in place as his other teased Jacob’s balls in time with the smooth, steady strokes of his mouth, each movement seemingly designed for maximum pleasure.