Crazy Stupid Love (Dirty Dicks 3)

My eyes drop to his cock, which is straining against the zipper of his jeans, and I remember how it felt rubbing against my ass—growing each time I rocked against him.

I reach across the seat and flick the button on Lincoln’s jeans. I lower the zipper and his swollen cock falls into my hand.

“Adley, don’t. I’m not going to last long.”

“Please, let me.”

Lincoln is hanging on by a thread, and there’s nothing I want more than to watch him let go.

He glances down at my hand stroking his cock and nods.

I’m on him a second later, sucking and licking, taking him to the back of my throat.

“Shit,” he hisses, burying a hand in my hair. “Harder.”

I tighten my lips, sink down, and suck as hard as I can. Lincoln groans and thrusts his hips until he finds his release. I keep sucking, swallowing everything he has to give, and when his dick starts to soften in my mouth, I sit up.

Lincoln’s eyes have gone from hard to soft, and he looks at me tenderly as I tuck him back into his pants.

“Now what?” I ask.

With one hand on the wheel, he reaches for me and pulls me to his side. “Now we go home. I’ll feed us, and then I’ll show you what a real buck feels like.”

17

Adley

“When are you going to tell me about last night?”

I shut my biology book and look at Abby. We’ve been at the library for six hours, and my brain is fried. “Is it possible to study too much for a test?”

“Yes. Nice deflection.”

“I’m not deflecting,” I say, looking around. The place is empty, but still, you never know if someone’s lurking in the stacks. “We’re in a library.”

Abby leans in close and lowers her voice. “We were in a bar full of people last night, and that didn’t stop you from practically humping Lincoln on a mechanical bull.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re being dramatic. I didn’t practically hump him.”

“Uh, yeah, ya did. We all saw it. And the way he hauled you out of the bar afterward…” Abby’s words trail off, and she fans her face. “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“It was pretty hot, wasn’t it?”

She nods, and I smile.

“I take it things are going well between you two?”

“They are,” I say, hoping I’m not jinxing anything. “We haven’t told my family, but the opportunity hasn’t exactly presented itself.”

“You need to tell them. Rhett and Lincoln are good friends. If Rhett finds out from someone else, he’s going to be pissed. He needs to hear it from you.”

“I know. I was thinking maybe Lincoln and I would go to their next family dinner together and tell everyone.”

“That’s a solid plan. What about his family? Do they know?”

I nod and pull a bottle of water from my bag. “His sister, Chloe, knows. I finally met her. But I don’t know about his dad. He doesn’t talk about him much.”

Frowning, I pick at the label on the water bottle. “He’s so sweet and attentive, but there’s a part of himself he still keeps hidden.”