Chapter 34 Hunter
HUNTER
Saturday morning came too soon, a wash of bright light through the window that cast a golden glow across the foot of the bed.
Lincoln was asleep beside me on his stomach, both arms folded and hands pillowed beneath his face.
The smooth planes of his back stretched down to the sheet tucked around his waist, and I tugged it lower over the globes of his ass with a low groan.
Being as quiet as I could, I searched around the bed for the lube.
It was down past my feet, and I snicked the cap open and poured enough on my cock that pushing into him without prep wouldn’t hurt more than he liked.
Breathing heavily, I stroked myself until I was already close to coming, then I straddled Lincoln and dragged my cock through his crack.
He was covered in flaking lube and dry cum.
My tip dragged over his hole, and he moaned, bowing his back and pushing against me.
I took it for the invitation it was, mounting Lincoln and sliding into him.
He was awake before I bottomed out, grinding down into the sheets to better take my weight on top of him.
He groaned sleepily, and I braced my forearm against the top of his back and began to move.
It was against my nature to not worry about Lincoln’s pleasure in these interludes, but all I had to do was remind myself he wanted to be taken this way, and then it was easy to make way for my own arousal.
“Daddy,” he whimpered, the word almost drowned out by the slap of our skin.
“Sssh, sweetheart.” I dropped a kiss against the shell of his ear seconds before my hips stuttered and the first jet of cum spurted out of my cock. Letting all of my weight fall onto Lincoln, I rutted into him until my balls were empty before rolling off of him and flinging an arm over my eyes.
Lincoln made the happiest noises, wiggling his ass before turning his head so he could face me. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes closed, and his smile soft.
“That’s my kind of good morning,” he murmured. “Maybe next time get a toy in there too.”
He was out of his mind if he thought I’d for one second forgotten his little double penetration fantasy. It was the opposite, in fact, permanently etched into my brain.
“I want you conscious and desperate for that,” I said, reluctantly crawling out of bed and stretching my arms over my head.
“Is it time to get up?” he asked with a yawn.
“Not for you.”
I pulled the sheets back up his legs, leaving his ass exposed to the air. He smiled into the pillow with a sigh.
“I’m going to make some coffee,” I told him. “Check to see when Andrew will be up. I want you to stay in bed as long as you want, and then when you’re up, I want to talk about last night.”
While I spoke, I watched Lincoln carefully, monitoring his face for any signs of distress over my statement.
None came. If anything, his smile turned to one of peaceful resignation, and it was hard to not feel like I’d won a war.
With one last look at his almost-sleeping body, I forced myself to turn away.
I was in desperate need of a shower, but coffee was more urgent so I pulled a pair of dirty underwear off the top of my hamper and stepped into them, hobbling out to the kitchen.
The apartment was dark, but the sky outside the window was light enough I didn’t need anything artificial to see my way around.
I allowed myself to dwell awhile on the fantasy of moving Lincoln in with me.
Maybe it was too fast, but I would argue with any of my brothers over it if they tried to protest. Marshall had moved quickly with Silas, and I had judged him for it, but now with Lincoln asleep in my bed and his belongings in an apartment across town, I understood the urgency.
It made sense to integrate him, to make his things my things and mine his.
There was no part of my life I didn’t want him to have access to and nothing of his I wanted hidden from me.
He might have other plans for the last part, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t work through.
Resting my hip against the counter in the kitchen, I set a pot of coffee to brew.
I didn’t have my phone, and when I shuffled back into the bedroom to get it, Lincoln was sound asleep in the position I’d left him.
Pulling my phone off the charger, I snapped a picture of him before heading back into the living room.
I settled onto my couch and scrolled through the news and my social media.
It was barely after seven. Andrew wouldn’t be hitting the road for a handful of hours still, but I knew, of anyone, Finn would be awake.
He’d always been an early riser, so I fired him off a quick text.
You up?
His answer came quickly.
Finn
No
Are you lying?
Yes.
I stabbed my finger onto his name and turned on speaker phone, adjusting the volume low so the call didn’t wake Lincoln.
“I am naked, though,” Finn said in lieu of hello.
“I’m in yesterday’s underwear,” I countered.
“That’s the most shocking thing about you,” he said. “To what do I owe the early morning honor, brother?”
In the kitchen, the coffee pot beeped its completion. I went to get a cup before settling back in to talk to Finn.
“Had some time to myself,” I said. “And I wanted to talk.”
“This sounds like an intervention.”
“Is there something happening that needs intervening?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He snorted. “If you could help me stop going back to this couple…”
I hummed a thoughtful sound. “Why don’t you tell me about that, actually. Now that you mention it.”
“I don’t know what there is to say.” Finn groaned and the sheets rustled. He was definitely naked and probably still in bed himself. “Do you have coffee?”
“Of course.”
“Can I come over?”
“You’d drive twenty minutes across town just because I have coffee made?” I cracked my neck, letting my stare settle on the large window on the far wall, the sky quickly getting bluer and bluer with every minute.
“Never mind.”
“Of course you can come over,” I told him. “Lincoln is here, and we’re going to have lunch with Andrew at some point today, though.”
“I can tolerate the first part but have no interest in the latter,” he said. “If I come over, will you put on clean underwear?”
“Just for you.”
“Thank God,” Finn said, then the call disconnected.
With a weary breath, I took my first drink of coffee.
I was worried about Finn. Like, really worried about him.
It had been years since his last serious relationship and he’d buttoned himself up tight after that had gone south.
He’d absolutely had casual flings since then, but the level of distress he’d shown over this couple was quickly approaching relationship levels.
I worried he hadn’t been talking to anyone about what was going on, so of course he could come over.
My brothers were always welcome in my apartment, even if Marshall was the brother who had the paternal instincts to accommodate us all.
Another drink of coffee and I headed for the bathroom, taking a quick shower and making sure there was no cum or lube left on my thighs by the time I finished.
Cleaning the crack of my ass sent a shiver through me, a biting reminder of Lincoln’s face pressed between my cheeks, his fingers digging into my thighs, his cock spearing into me…
the way he pulsed and thickened when he came.
The thought of it was enough to chub me up, but I ignored my dick for the first time in weeks.
When I got out of the shower, Lincoln was awake but still in bed, stretched out like a cat and tangled in the sheets. I crawled over toward him and left a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth.
“There is coffee,” I told him. “But my brother is on his way over.”
He chased after another kiss. “Which one?”
“Finn.”
“Do you want me to go?” he asked.
“I never want you to leave,” I said. “We still need to talk about some of the things we said last night.”
Lincoln twisted onto his back. “Is there time?”
I sat down and stroked a careful line from his shoulder to his elbow. “I meant everything I told you last night. I want you to move in here with me.”
“I have a lease,” he said.
“How long is left on it?”
“Four more months.”
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. I could manage four more months if I had to.
“Ask if you can break it,” I said. “If there’s a penalty, I’ll pay it.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Daddy wants to,” I said, maybe a little sharper than I’d meant to. Lincoln’s eyes went wide at the statement, and his brows knit together in confusion. “I meant that too. Didn’t you?”
“Yes, but—”
“No.” I shook my head, tutted my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
“Thank you,” Lincoln whispered, blinking hard.
I brushed his hair back from his forehead, kissed his temple. I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin every day until the end of time.
“Do you need time alone with your brother?” he asked next.
I breathed deep, thinking about the truth of the answer. There wasn’t anything I wanted to keep from Lincoln, but Finn might not feel the same way.
“What I need is for you to go to your apartment after you’ve had your coffee, and I need you to get your fish and bring him over here. I need you to get your sex toys and your clothes and the things that mean the most to you. I need those here before Andrew shows up for lunch.”
Lincoln scoffed. “Trying to show off?”
“You are worth showing off,” I told him, which earned me a flush on his cheeks. “But no, I just don’t want you to talk yourself out of it.”
He laughed at that, stretching his body out again with a sense of finality.
“We want the same things,” he assured me. “I just don’t trust it.”
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Obviously.”
Pride swelled in the center of my chest. “Then that will have to be enough. Now get dressed and come have some coffee. You need to be back here before noon.”
Lincoln rolled his eyes at me, but followed the orders.
We sat on the couch and drank coffee together, and he waited with me until Finn showed up in plaid pajama pants and an oversized USC shirt that looked like it once belonged to me.
They exchanged casual pleasantries, and Lincoln left with the promise to be back on schedule.
Finn observed it all from the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee before collapsing on my couch with a very unhappy sound. I topped myself off and sat down beside him, angling our bodies together and bringing one leg up onto the cushion.
“This isn’t like you,” I told him simply.
He shrugged, pulling his lips between his teeth and glancing up at the ceiling. “I know. I just…”
“Whatever it is, it’s safe here.”
“They’re getting a divorce,” he blurted. “Neil and Annette.”
“Oh.”
I wasn’t sure what else to say. I didn’t think there was much else to say. I knew people where divorce was a good thing, but Finn’s demeanor proved this specific split could not have been worse.
“Do you want to—”
“Because of me,” he said next. “They’re getting divorced because of me.”
My brother, the one Marshall and Smith jokingly referred to as my twin, the one I was the closest with, whose emotions I mirrored the most, took one more drink of his coffee, set his mug on the table, then curled himself into a ball on my lap and for the first time in two years, cried in front of me.