“She’s a virgin, isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “And no, I didn’t go there. I—”
“Tell me,” he growled fiercely, his eyes blazing.
“She was trying to provoke me, walking around the house without a top on and giving me attitude. Then she cracked a beer and I snapped.” I swallowed, my cock throbbing at the memory. “I took her over my knee, and I spanked that little ass of hers. Things kind of went off the rails from there, man.”
“And?”
I met Wilder’s gaze. “Do you actually want to hear this or are you just saving it up to fucking murder me or something?”
Wilder didn’t blink. “Just fucking tell me what happened,” he growled.
“I put my hands on her. Felt her pussy, how fucking tight and wet she was. Like goddamn velvet. I took my cock out, I spread those legs, and I licked her pussy until she came for me.”
Wildergroaned, and suddenly, I realized it wasn’t furiousangeron his face, it was furiouslust.
“How’d she taste?” he hissed.
“Like fuckingcandy,” I growled back. “Wilder—”
“She make you come?”
I clenched my jaw, my cock achingly hard thinking back on it.
“I teased her clit with my cock. Didn’t fuck her, but I made her come on my cock until I came all over her pussy.”
Wilder swore, lunging from his chair and whirling to pace behind his desk.
“Thatlittle fucking tease,” he hissed under his breath.
“Fuck, man, you have a right to be pissed.”
He stopped, and slowly, he shook his head, snorting a short laugh.
“No, Linc, I don’t. And I’m notmad— not at you, I just…”
“You want her too.”
He turned to look at me. “Is that all it is for you?” he growled, his look edged in steel. “You justwanther?”
My face hardened. “Fuck no.”
“Don’t patronize me, Lincoln,” he growled quietly. “I mean do youjustwant to fuck her, or—”
“No!”” I snarled. “I’m in—”
I stopped, catching my breath and realizing both my hands were clenched into fists.
“No,” I said again. “I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her, man.”
The room was silent for a second before he finally spoke.
“Same,” he said slowly. “Looks like we both fell for the girl neither of us should’ve been thinking about like that.”
I sighed, shoulders slumping. I went over to Wilder’s bar cart and poured us both a bourbon, passing him one as we both sank down into chairs and drank slowly.
“Linc, you’re my best friend,” he finally said quietly. “You’re like the brother I never had. Fuck, you’re closer than a brother. You’re blood to me.”