The Fullback (Lincoln Knights #5)

Chapter One

DECEMBER

Aiden

My brother always told me never to fuck rugby players. They’re vain, self-centred, reckless, stubborn party boys with too much ego, not enough sense, and the laughable belief that they’re God’s gift to whatever room they’re in.

And very few of them are good at sex.

But since my rugby-playing brother was a filthy fucking hypocrite who currently had his tongue down his boyfriend slash teammate’s throat, I’d decided to ignore his gem of advice.

Especially because two of his friends had been watching me all night with zero fucking subtlety and drool practically hanging out of their mouths.

They might as well have had a giant neon sign flashing over their heads saying, “Want to fuck?” And if I’d had fun smiling at them, shooting them the occasional wink, and locking eyes with them as soon as I got onto the dance floor, just to see what they’d do, then sue me.

It was nearly Christmas and I deserved to enjoy myself.

My brother, Jonny, had invited me to come and stay for the holidays since I had nowhere else to be, and we were kicking off my visit with a night out to a local queer club for drinks, a drag show, and a dance.

A couple of his teammates had partners in the show, and half the team had shown up to support them and let off some steam.

It had surprised me that a bunch of rugby players wanted to party at a queer club, but as soon as I’d seen the pair of them looking at me, I’d known why.

They were totally looking for a third for the night.

And hey, if they were interested, I wasn’t going to say no. They were gorgeous as fuck and I could do with some fun.

We just had to clear a few things up first.

“Hey,” I said, sliding between them and leaning against the bar, looking up at their faces in the dim light.

After the show, the club had transformed from kitsch speakeasy into a camp nightclub, with swirling rainbow lighting and a soundtrack of cheesy dance anthems and remixed Christmas classics that simultaneously made me want to dance, sing, and laugh my head off.

I’d never heard anything from The Muppet Christmas Carol in a club before. And I didn’t think I would again.

“Hey,” said the shorter of the two guys, a cute-as-fuck little smile on his mouth.

He was a little taller than me, possibly just brushing six foot, with broad shoulders and muscular thighs and an arse I wanted to sink my teeth into.

His blond hair was faded at the sides and styled upwards on top, like he’d tried to do some kind of triangle mohawk.

I thought I’d had something similar at seventeen.

He made it work better than I ever had, though.

“I’m Aiden,” I said casually.

“Bailey,” said the blond, his smile widening slightly as he sipped his drink.

“Hunter,” said the mountain of a man on my other side.

He had to be at least a foot taller than me—which wasn’t hard considering I was a short king who barely scraped five seven on a good day—with olive skin and dark hair that curled slightly at the ends.

There was an appreciative look in his dark eyes as they roamed over me, his long lashes batting slowly.

I didn’t mind. He could look all he wanted. I was hot as fuck.

“You’re Jonny’s brother, right?” Bailey asked, leaning slightly closer, pretending it was so I could hear him over the music.

“Yeah, I am. Why?”

Hunter shrugged. “Just curious.” He moved half a step towards me, not quite caging me between the two of them but close enough.

My head barely cleared his shoulders, giving me a fabulous view of his pecs, and my fingers itched to reach out and squeeze them.

I couldn’t, not without asking anyway, but the temptation was there.

“Do you have any plans for the night?” Bailey asked.

“Not yet,” I said with a teasing smirk.

“We were thinking about leaving,” Hunter said, his words brushing across my ear. Fuck, he’d sound so sweet when he moaned. “Want to join us?”

“Sure, but there are two things you need to know first.” This was the hardest part.

The bit where everything could go wrong in the shittiest way.

It had only happened to me once, when I’d been out with my mates Bacon and Greenie, and they’d stepped in before things had gone south. I was lucky in that regard.

Bacon didn’t react well to people being dicks. He never had.

But we were in a queer bar, and if all else failed, I was not above getting Jonny and Devon to kick their teammates’ arses. “I’m trans.”

I looked between them, watching, waiting for their reaction.

Hunter shrugged again. “Okay. What’s the second?”

I grinned, letting my eyes meet his and then roam slowly over to Bailey. “I don’t bottom.”

That one got a little more of a reaction, which didn’t surprise me. Bailey’s eyes widened slightly, and Hunter seemed to tense for a second. The two of them exchanged a long look, like they were having a silent conversation without me.

“It doesn’t matter if neither of you do,” I continued. “We can still have plenty of fun.”

“Let’s go then,” Bailey said, his hand reaching up to cup my jaw, drawing my mouth towards his.

His lips were slightly chapped and tasted of whatever beer he’d been drinking, but there was a sweet eagerness I hadn’t expected and it made arousal pool in my gut.

He was going to be so much fun as soon as I got him naked.

“Only when I get a kiss too,” Hunter said.

He leant in close and I half expected him to steal a kiss from Bailey before he reached me, but instead he brushed past him.

Interesting. They wanted a third but apparently not as a couple.

I could work with that. It would split my attention, but I’d manage.

Hunter’s kiss had an air of command, like he needed to give me the impression that he was in charge. But as soon as I pushed back, sliding my tongue against his lips, he melted. That was hot. I loved it when big men realised their place around me. And it was usually on their knees.

“Let’s go back to mine,” I said. Jonny had given me a spare key so I could go out while he was at training and it was where my stuff was, so it made the most sense.

In case one of the two beautiful men I’d picked up changed their mind about being penetrated.

And it was a safety thing. At least, I felt safer there and that was the important thing.

Plus it meant I didn’t have to try and sneak back in tomorrow morning without Jonny catching me.

Not that he should care what, or who, I did. After all, he was the one who’d told me I was welcome to try and get laid while I was here.

“Are you sure?” Hunter asked. “Jonny and Devon won’t mind?”

I snorted. “Trust me, they won’t even notice.”

“Okay. Let’s get an Uber,” Bailey said, sliding his arm around my waist. There was a soft confidence to his touch, something that said he knew what he wanted and how to get it. But he’d ask nicely first. And beg if I asked him to.

“Do you know where my brother lives?” I asked.

“No, but give me the address and I’ll get it sorted.

” Hunter pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and tapped it a few times as I rattled off Jonny’s address.

Even in the dim light I could see his case was battered, with a large chip in one corner where he’d clearly dropped it multiple times. “Two minutes.”

“Cool,” I said, retrieving my own phone so I could send Jonny and Devon a message to let them know I’d left and that I’d be at theirs.

I wasn’t going to walk up to them and say it to their faces because there was no way I wanted to deal with my brother’s endless questioning when I could be getting my dick sucked. “Let’s go.”

We made our way out of the club and into the cold December air, Bailey’s hand still resting on my back while Hunter cleared a path for us through the drunken crowd.

Our Uber was already waiting and the three of us piled into the back seat.

It was a squeeze but I had no objection to being sandwiched between two gorgeous-as-fuck rugby players who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

“We should really make you sign something,” Hunter murmured as he mouthed at my neck, his hand sliding across my thigh.

I chuckled. “I will if you want but trust me, I’m not going to tell anyone. Otherwise, I’d have to explain to my brother why I broke the cardinal rule.”

“What’s that?” Bailey asked with a smirk as his hand found its way under the bottom of my T-shirt.

“Never fuck rugby players.” The pair of them laughed and I let out a soft groan as Hunter sucked on the sensitive skin under my ear. “But I’ve never liked rules.”

“We’re happy to help you break it,” Hunter said.

The car sped through the emptying streets of Lincoln, racing through amber lights like the driver hadn’t seen them turn.

All the while Hunter and Bailey kept their hands on me, exploring as much as they could touch without getting us kicked out of the car.

It was almost laughable that they’d debated asking me to sign something to keep our hookup under wraps but were happy to feel me up in fucking public.

Then again, that tracked with my experience of rugby players and their amazing lack of common sense.

I wasn’t going to stop them, though. Their touch felt far too good and I was too fucking selfish to consider anyone but myself.

When the car pulled up outside the house, Hunter climbed out first and I slid out after him, rummaging in the pocket of my jeans for the keys.

Bailey pressed himself up against my back, hooking his head over my shoulder, arm around my waist as I tried to open the door.

The lock was stiff and it took me several turns of the key to force it.

Or maybe I was just distracted by the two men who’d apparently decided I was the sole focus of their attention.