Page 74 of Callous Shot

Not that I wanted him to care. Not beyond our little fuck buddy situationship. Fuck…foes? Oh, yeah. That was a good one. I made a mental note to bring it up later. For now, though… I stretched out on my stomach on his bed, stripped down to my underwear, and he straddled me.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he said before drizzling some massage oil into his hands and then rubbing them together. He began to smooth his palms over my back, massaging the oil into my skin until I was a boneless heap, melting into the bed.

“Can I hire you as my full-time masseur?”

“You couldn’t afford me.” He swatted my ass, and I shot him a half-hearted glare over my shoulder, but my heart wasn’t in it. I kept trying to muster up the hate I’d always felt towards him, but it seemed to be just out of reach.

“You couldn’t afford me.”

“Probably not.” Rising onto his knees, he climbed off me. “All done. Want me to tell you what I can remember about the detective?”

“Not really. You haven’t finished massaging me everywhere. My dick’s feeling very neglected.” To punctuate my statement, I thrust my hips into his mattress, moaning at the much-needed friction on my erection. I humped forwards again, and he slapped my ass. Again. Fucking rude.

“Stop that, you little slut. Less thinking with your dick and more thinking with your brain.”

“Not a slut.” I rolled over with a sigh, staring up at him. Fuck, I loved his smile. He was looking down at me so fondly for someone who purported to hate me.

“Come here.”

“Fine.” I climbed up to stretch out next to him, turning my head to press a kiss to his stubbled jaw. “If you’re gonna cruelly deprive me of a happy-endings massage, you might as well tell me everything you remember.” I’d done my best to keep things light-hearted between Lincoln and me up until this point, distracting us both—anything to stop the sense of unease that was swirling low in my belly. But as he began to speak, it returned in full force. Was I really the subject of the detective’s interest, or was it one of my friends? And what did they want?

“Want you so badly.” Lincoln mouthed at my throat, his hand dipping inside the band of my boxer briefs. I was so glad we were on the same page. The time for worrying was over…for now, and it was time to appreciate my hot as fuck rival properly.

“Mmm. Me too. Can’t stop thinking about you.” As soon as the words were out, I wanted to take them back, because they were far too honest for fuck foes, but time machines still hadn’t been invented. It was ridiculous.

“Same,” he rasped, and okay, he felt it too.

“Wanna fuck you. Or get my mouth on your dick, or my hand, or⁠—”

“You can fuck me, baby. I want you to.” His hand slid around to my ass, palming it. “I really wanna fuck you too. Are you gonna let me?”

“I will, I promise.” My fingers danced up his shaft, straining against his underwear. More honest words spilled from my mouth, ammunition that I was willingly handing to my enemy. “I want your dick inside me so fucking badly, but I wanna prep.”

“Prep how?”

Burying my heated face in his throat, I mumbled, “Y’know. Fingers. Toys or whatever.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” he groaned.

“It is?” I dared to lift my head, and he was looking at me with dark, dark eyes, his lips parted. I shivered, my dick leaking precum through my boxer briefs. He was so unbelievably sexy, and he was all mine.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, his hand coming up to rub over his jaw. “You could, uh, send me pictures. If you wanted.”

“Oh. You want a private Dan porn collection, do you? You’d better reciprocate.” I was already mentally setting up a folder on my phone, password-protected, of course. Maybe a subfolder in my Lincoln thirst traps folder…

After a moment’s hesitation, he replied, “I’ll reciprocate if you want me to.” There was a flush to his cheeks, and I pressed a kiss to one, then the other.

“I want. Come on. Get naked so I can ruin your ass.”

“Bloody hell,” he muttered, but he tugged off his underwear, revealing his deliciously hard dick. I swallowed hard so I didn’t do something embarrassing like drool all over him before yanking my own underwear down. We were now both fully nude, and I could appreciate the gorgeous sight in front of me.

Sliding my hand into his hair, I tilted his head to the side and leaned in, gently tugging his bottom lip between mine. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“God, Dan. You’re beautiful.” His gaze was so unguarded, so unbelievably soft, and in that moment, I could read him perfectly without any words needing to be said. Instead, I kissed him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping myself around him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, sucking a mark into my skin, his hands sliding all over me as we moved together on the bed.

My hands went to his ass, my finger sliding between his cheeks, and— “What’s that?”

He mouthed at my throat. “Lube. I prepped myself a bit in the shower earlier.”