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My lost boy. We can be lost together.
Tears prick my eyes again, and I look away first. I’m so tired of crying, but my eyes don’t seem to get the memo. Everything inside me feels wrecked—splintered and sharp like broken glass—and I’m not sure how to feel whole again.
We walk up some stairs and down a hallway. Trey slows as he comes to a door and pushes it open with his hip. The room is clean and simple with gray walls, but the single light on the nightstand still gives a cozy vibe. The king-size bed is neatly made and covered in a fluffy navy duvet. Trey sets me gently onto the bed and sits beside me.
Lincoln lingers at the door, and I hate it. Half of me wants him at my side too because all three of us are stronger together.But the other half feels so angry and hurt, and those feelings are only magnified by the throbbing in my head and the ghost of Matt’s rough touch that I can still feel violating my body. I shudder.
“Bathroom?” I ask, and Trey nods to a door to the right.
I pee quickly and then scrub my hands until they’re red from the scalding water. Then I use some of the mouthwash next to the sink, swishing the burning blue liquid extra long to get the sour taste out of my mouth.
I reenter the bedroom and sit next to Trey, picking at my nails nervously.
“Tell me what happened.” Trey’s deep voice is soft and reassuring. His fingers graze my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The bone-deep coldness I’ve felt since waking up in Matt’s bedroom still lingers, and I realize I’m shaking. I twist my fingers into the comforter, willing my body to relax.
I’m safe.
“Did he…” Lincoln starts, and I meet his stormy eyes from across the room.
“No,” I say quickly. “Not really, anyway. I mean he wanted to…tried to....” My voice breaks, the words choking me. Link’s expression darkens, and his body stiffens with rage. “I’m sorry,” I stutter. “I’m not ready yet….”
Lincoln approaches. He kneels by the bed, cupping my face in his hands. Even with his hair an unruly mess and dark circles under his eyes, he’s heart-stoppingly beautiful. His pale face is an open book for once, a hurricane of emotions swirling with anger and pain and so much love that I feel my heart swell as I stare at him. His breath brushes my lips, and he wipes away my tears with gentle but firm fingers.
“Sunshine,” he breathes, “I’m so fucking sorry this happened. I should have been honest with you. I should have fought for youthe way Trey fights for you. I should have gotten over myself so I could protect you.”
I frown. “Link, you couldn’t have known this would?—”
“He’s going to pay,” he growls fiercely, and terror shudders through my body.
“You can’t, Lincoln.” My hands grasp his forearms as I rise to my knees in panic. “Please. He’s dangerous. He’ll kill you.” I’m shaking again, making my voice stutter. “I can’t lose you too.” My eyes bounce between his as my heart pounds so violently that it’s deafening in my own ears. “Please, Lincoln, swear to me. I can’t…I won’t. Please don’t leave me. I need you. I want you.”
My words dissolve into nonsense as Lincoln’s strong arms pull me into his lap. He holds me tightly while I sob into the soft cotton of his T-shirt, soaking it in tears and snot, but I don’t even care.
His hands stroke my hair and trace patterns on my back. I can hear the low rumble of his voice as he whispers something to Trey, and then his breath brushes against my ear. “You’re okay. I’m not going anywhere, baby. I promise. Breathe, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
His lips brush my head and then my forehead, and I look up at him—at those rich gray eyes. Our faces are so close that our noses touch.
Somewhere, some logical part of my brain is telling me that I need to ask him point blank how he feels; I can’t play this will-they-won’t-they game anymore because I won’t survive another heartbreak.
But then his tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, and my body takes over. I lean forward, our lips colliding, our tongues tangling, our teeth clashing. I pour all my need and want and pain into that one kiss.
He hums in appreciation, returning the kiss hungrily, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me impossibly closer.
“Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”
I smile against Link’s mouth and swallow a delirious giggle asThePrincess Bridequote plays in my head.
“What?” He pulls back in confusion, but I growl in protest and pull his face back to mine, adjusting my position until I’m straddling his lap, his hard length pressing deliciously against my pussy.
I hear Trey chuckle nearby and then a soft click as the door closes.
When I finally pull away, Link’s staring at me, his lips swollen and eyes wide with surprise. “Charlie, I don’t want to push you after what you went through tonight. Plus, I still don’t know if I’m ready to…I mean Iwantto…”
I press my fingers to his mouth. I crawl off his lap and stand, taking his hand.
“Link,” I say patiently. “I’m not asking you to fuck me.” I give him a small, sad smile. “I need a shower. And right now, I just need to forget. Please help me forget.”
He studies me quietly for a moment, his face still unusually open and vulnerable. Honestly, it’s a bit unnerving. But then he nods, and we walk into the large bathroom. I stop in awe as I take in the ridiculously over-the-top ensuite, which I hadn’t noticed before. The dark gray and brown floor tile looks like smooth, flat river rocks. There’s a huge walk-in shower in one corner next to double sinks, and a Jacuzzi tub is situated in the other corner.
