Page 66 of Steady Stroke
Lincoln held his gaze a moment longer, then relaxed against him. “Good. I’ll be playing it for you, you know. At Unbound.”
Something warm and lovely slipped in and curled around Emmett’s heart. “Really?”
“Yup. You should come with us. I can get you a guest pass.”
“You can?”
“Sure can. Benji’s boyfriend Joshua stayed with us last year. And Andy’s family knows someone with a sweet camper, so you won’t have to rough it in a tent.”
Emmett glanced into the kitchen, where several people had disappeared. “Benji has a boyfriend?”
“Three years. They both travel all the time, though, so they have an open relationship.”
“They sleep with other people?”
“Yeah.”
Emmett grimaced. “I couldn’t do that.”
“Not everyone can. It’s worked for them so far, but . . .”
He ran his fingers through Lincoln’s hair. “But?”
“I’m not sure.” His voice lowered. “Benji isn’t himself this weekend. Kind of sad.”
“Maybe he’s tired from being on the road.”
“Maybe.” Lincoln plucked at the inner seam of Emmett’s jeans, mid-thigh. “All the more reason for you to come with me to Unbound. I won’t have to miss you while I’m on the road.”
He was utterly helpless when Lincoln said things like that. “I’ll make sure it’s okay with Aunt Beatrice to be gone that long.”
“So that’s a yes?”
“It’s an I-hope-so.”
“I hope so what?” Dominic asked. He wandered back into the living room, hair still damp from his shower. He also seemed incredibly relaxed.
“Nosy much?” Lincoln shot back. “Hell, Dom, how’d you manage to keep him so quiet? I didn’t hear a thing.”
Dominic preened.
Emmett stared, confused by the exchange, until Trey joined them with a slightly rumpled and dazed expression. And equally damp hair.
Trey and Dominic had had sex. Apparently in the shower,with a house full of people around them. Emmett wasn’t sure he could ever be that brazen.
Or that quiet. Every time Lincoln touched him, he wanted to cry out. To shout how good it felt. How much he loved the notes Lincoln played on his body.
Lincoln ground backward, cluing Emmett in to his growing erection pressing against Lincoln’s backside.
Danielle walked in from the kitchen, then stopped short, staring. “Okay, what does everyone look so smug about?”
Dominic started cackling, which made Lincoln join in. Emmett shut his eyes and concentrated on getting his wood to lie down, made even more difficult by Lincoln’s shaking body and constant pressure against the problem.
Eventually Lincoln calmed himself. He rolled over so his stomach was pressing against Emmett’s groin, his chin resting on Emmett’s chest. “Need a shower?” he whispered.
“I’m fine.”
“I didn’t mean to get clean.” He wiggled his stomach, which made his intentions clear.
