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“No? Why would I?” I couldn’t let myself be alone with him again.

“Do you think he should be driving with that head injury?”

Fuck. I sprang to my feet and legged it out of the room, throwing up my middle finger at a chuckling Mike as I ran.

“Wait.”

Daniel paused in the middle of shoving his feet into his trainers. “What now?”

“You shouldn’t be driving with your head injury.”

“I got here okay, didn’t I?”

“Hoyton.” Stepping as close to him as I dared, I met his gaze. His gold-tipped lashes swept downwards, hiding his expression from me. My hand found its way to his jaw, tilting his head so he had no choice but to meet my gaze again. “Take me to your car. I’ll drive it back here. You can leave it overnight, and I’ll drive you back to get it tomorrow if your head’s okay. You don’t need to worry about it. My parents are both away working on cases, and I’ll put your reg number on Mike’s visitor list. No one will care.”

His tongue slid across his lips as he held my gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. “What do you expect me to tell my friends about the sudden disappearance of my car? And irrespective of that, there’s no way in hell that I would let anyone see you driving me back to my house or picking me up tomorrow, if that’s what you’re implying. My teammates would have a lot to say about that, and none of it would be good.”

“Then come back to mine,” I said, the words tumbling from my mouth unchecked. “Stay with me tonight.”

20

DAN

So we were really doing this. I had to admit that fifty percent of my decision was curiosity about where Lincoln lived when he wasn’t hanging out in his rich boy mansion. Two percent of it was the knowledge that I probably shouldn’t drive while my head was still hurting. As for the other forty-eight percent… I glared down at my jeans, where the bulge of my annoyingly obstinate dick was making itself known. Yeah.

I wasn’t stupid, despite what some people might think. There was something building between me and the tatted-up bane of my existence. Yes, it was built on many, many layers of mutual hatred, but fucking hell, no one had ever made my dick go from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye. On top of that, there was the fact that no one could kiss the way he did.

Not that I’d be telling him either of those things. And by the way, it was thanks to Lincoln bellend Bellingham that I learned that hate boners were a thing.

So. I was no scientist, but I did know that when pressure built up, it needed to be released at some point. Right? Every time we were forced to interact, the pressure only increased. Hence, the need for an explosion, and only one thing came to mind. I wished I hadn’t been bragging about how good I was with my mouth, but they still hadn’t invented time machines since the last time I’d checked. And I was pretty sure I could predict what Lincoln would expect from me. There was only one reason he’d invite me to come home with him, and it wasn’t out of concern for my well-being. The wanker hated me, and I had no doubt that if I died of my head injuries, he’d be the first in line to spit on my grave.

“I’ll follow you in a minute. Gotta phone Jay and let him know I’ve made other arrangements for my overnight accommodation,” I said when we reached the apartment building. That was a lie. As soon as Lincoln disappeared inside, I pulled out my phone and called Liana.

“Are you free to talk? It’s an emergency.”

A sharp exhale came through the speaker. “I’m with the girls. Hang on a second.” There was some muffled talking that I couldn’t make out and then a soft creak. “Okay. I’m in the bathroom. What’s the emergency?”

“I need to know how to give a good blowjob.”

A screech echoed in my ear. “Excuse me? Are you okay? Do I need to get Dr. Attwood to check you over again?”

“No. Li, I’m being serious. You’re the only one I can ask. I’m not friends with any gay or bi men⁠—”

“Isn’t Neo bi?”

I sucked in a breath. What? Neo? “Uh, not that I know of.” Whether he was or he wasn’t, there was no way I’d ever ask one of my teammates for dick-sucking tips. “Please, Li. This is important, and I’m kind of on a time crunch.”

“I have so many questions,” she muttered.

“And I’ll answer them—” Maybe. “—but for now, I just need to know. Like when you give one, how do you make it good? I know the basics—I mean, I’ve had hundreds or maybe even thousands of blowjobs, but I haven’t been on the giving end, and⁠—”

“Dan. Take a breath, and give me a minute to process this,” she instructed.

“Okay.” I exhaled shakily, slumping back against the wall.

“Are you okay? Really?” When I made an affirmative noise, she continued. “Alright, let me clarify. You want me to give you tips so you can give someone a blowjob? Or are you relaying this information to someone else?”

“The first one.”