Page 56 of Blue Collar Hotties

It wouldn’t be a dare.

Wouldn’t be a personal challenge.

It would beeverything.

“Wait.” Lincoln catches my elbow, and his gentle grip makes me want to cry. I press my lips together and stare at the wall. “Jenny, wait a second. Do you…”

He trails off. Sucks in a ragged breath.

“Do you really want to do that? With me?”

Yes. No.

Depends if he’s going to be this freaking horrified by it.

I shrug, still miserable, and Lincoln’s thumb strokes back and forth on my arm. The soft fabric of my sweater slides over my skin.

“I didn’t know, sweetheart.”

My vision blurs, and it’s like my chest is caving in. How could he not know? I’ve been walking around for the last few weekswith my bloody heart stitched to my sleeve. I eat, sleep,breathethinking about Lincoln.

The soft brush of his lips against my neck makes me jump. Without thinking, I clutch at his arm.

“Okay,” Lincoln says, his deep voice in my ear. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s do this. But not in here, alright? I won’t have you kneeling down there on that horrible floor.”

I beam at the wall, my sudden laugh watery.

* * *

Lincoln fusses an awful lot for such a confident man. He leads me into the living room, touching my arm and back and checking up on me the whole way, then pushes the coffee table away from the sofa.

The clock ticks on the wall, and the traffic rumbles outside. He clears his throat, then drops a cushion on the rug.

I burst out laughing.

“This is fucked up,” Lincoln mutters, collapsing on the sofa with his powerful thighs spread, but his mouth tugs up in a rueful grin. “Ishould be kneeling foryou, Jenny. Or laying you down on my bed and licking you all over. Not… not…”

My knees crack as I drop to the cushion. Jeez, I really am turning into an old woman. Nerves fizz in my belly as I rest my palms on his knees.

And Lincoln is sosolid.He’s a piece of architecture, not a man, and as soon as I touch him, a sense of calm swoops through me, warming me to my fingertips.

“But you want this, right?”

My roommate barks out a harsh laugh. “Yes, I fucking want this. You know how many times I’ve thought about your lips wrapped around my cock? How many times I bit my wrist inthe shower and thought about sinking into the wet heat of your mouth?”

Oh, lord.

“I’ve thought about it too.” I reach for his buckle, so eager, but Lincoln catches my hand and when I glance up, those gray eyes pin me to the rug.

“This had better not be a dare, Jenny. You hear?” Stern lines bracket Lincoln’s sensual mouth, the corners turned down. He looks unhappy. “Because I’m not posting that room listing if we do this. I’m not going fucking anywhere. If you put your hands and mouth on me like this—that’s it. Okay? You can’t hide from me anymore. You’re mine.”

His.

Delicious tingles rush through me. Heat coils below my belly button.

Oh I’m his, alright. I’ve been Lincoln’s for a long time now, I’ve just been too much of a coward to tell him.

And happy fireworks are bursting in my chest, but I bat his hand away like I’m totally unruffled. Cool as a cucumber, that’s me.