Page 59 of Callous Shot

“I know. I’m not disputing that. What did you say to Thorpe to make him so pissed off with me?”

Good question. Damn Ryker for his interrogation techniques.

“What’s going on with you and Bellingham?”

“What do you mean?”

“Arson. Don’t pretend that there isn’t something. We all know how obsessed you are with him. You’ve been that way for years. I saw you at the Whelford party. Then there was the fight that I had to hear about second-hand. Ever since then, you’ve been different. You’re hiding something, and the fact that Bellingham was so close to your location tonight⁠—”

“Oh, fuck you, King,” I ground out. “Okay, I did shit with him. I still hate him. You should know what that’s like, with your fucking obsession with Ghost.”

The look he gave me was like a shot of ice to my veins. “That little shit is dead to me. He’s gone for good. Don’t ever bring him up again, okay?”

“O-okay.”

There was a long silence before he spoke again. “So you ‘did shit’ with Bellingham. Are you into him…uh…into men?”

For the first time, Ryker stumbled over his words, and my breath stuttered. “Yeah, apparently,” I said through gritted teeth, my stomach churning as I admitted it out loud. “I think I’m probably bi.”

“You have shit taste,” he said immediately, “but just so we’re clear, I don’t have any problems with you being bi, if you’re worried about that.”

My shoulders relaxed. “Yeah. I know, I wasn’t worried about that part. Look, no one’s more surprised than me that something happened. I mean, Bellingham? Seriously? It’s so messed up.” I blew out a heavy breath. How could I even begin to explain? “I don’t…it’s not… I hate him. He just makes my dick hard for whatever fucked-up reason. You probably wouldn’t understand.”

Ryker mumbled something that I didn’t catch, but then he shook his head. “You should stay away from him.”

I nodded fervently. “Yeah. Believe me, I’m trying.”

“He found out about us. Not that there’s an ‘us,’” I bit out.

“Will you let me see you?” Lincoln’s voice was tentative, and I hated it.

“Fuck off.”

“Hoyton. Daniel. I don’t know what happened. I— Please, will you look at me?”

I slowly lowered my arm, glaring up at him. He stared down at me uncertainly, all wide hazel eyes, stubbled jaw, and parted lips. Damn him for being so unbearably gorgeous. Wrapping my hand around his nape, I tugged him down to me, sliding my mouth against his.

He groaned, settling his body against mine, his hard dick rubbing up against my own. It felt so good, but fuck him if he thought I was going to submit to him so easily.

Curving my leg around his, I flipped us so I was on top, and I wasted no time in ripping myself out of his hold and straddling his chest. My hand went to the tent in my trousers, and I bit back a groan as I palmed my aching erection. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Bellingham.”

His gaze flicked between my face and my erection, his pupils darkening. “Fuck, baby.” His tongue slid across his lips as his palms stroked up my thighs. “Do it.”

My eyes widened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I scrambled to the side, ripping my clothes off as fast as humanly possible while he did the same. When he was gorgeously, deliciously nude—and by the way, I was so fucking bi—I straddled his chest again.

“Wait. Let me—” He cut himself off, shifting up on the bed and propping his head up against my pillows. “Okay, my demon. Do your worst.”

“Demon? What the fuck?”

“Fucking shut your mouth.” His hands slipped around to my back, gripping my ass and tugging me closer. My dick brushed against his lips, and his tongue slid out to swipe the precum from my tip.

“Ohhh, yes.” I shifted forwards, feeding him more of my length as he opened wider for me. When I was balls-deep with his mouth stretched around my dick and his eyes full of tears, I withdrew almost all the way before sliding forwards again. His mouth felt so fucking good around my dick, all wet, delicious heat, and all I wanted to do was to fuck it until I came and he swallowed my load. I moved back, then snapped my hips forwards, again, and again, and again. I’d never been so forceful before, but Lincoln seemed to welcome it, palming my ass as he pulled me into him over and over again. It was so wet and sloppy, his mouth a mess of drool and tears pooling in his eyes, but he didn’t let up, deep-throating my dick until I came with a roar, throwing my head back as I unloaded myself down his throat.

Oh, fuck.