Page 66 of His Secret Santa

Holden bit a mouthful of the pillow, huffing and puffing as hard and fierce as Lincoln, his ass bouncing furiously on Lincoln’s rigid cock. Holden released the pillow and cried out loud and thrust a hand under him, jerking himself off.

“Fuu-huuck!” Holden wailed and came, his body jerking beneath Lincoln, his inner ass muscles squeezing Lincoln’s engorged dick.

“Holy fuuuck!” Lincoln cried and shoved in, fucking him urgently with short, rabbit-punch thrusts. “Uuuuhh!!” He blew his wad, filling the condom with a load of thick cum. “God!”

Both boys collapsed against the bed, trying to breathe. Lincoln rolled onto the bed beside Holden, sucking deep, labored breaths… and grinning.

Holden turned onto his back, chest heaving. He twisted his head on the pillow, eyes heavy and glowing with intense satisfaction. A slow grin spread across his flushed, damp face. He started to speak then shook his head and laughed, too breathless to form words.

The two young lovers lay there contentedly in the sweet, intoxicating afterglow of their passion, knowing it wouldn’t be long before they regained their strength and were all over each other once again.

Chapter 20

Lincoln combed his fingers through Holden’s damp strands. They had made love again in Lincoln’s spacious, private shower, and returned to bed—after changing the sheets. They would need to be changed again by morning, Holden was sure of it, as their hunger for one another continued to simmer, temporarily sated for the moment.

“So, um…” Lincoln quietly cleared his throat as he dragged his fingertips through Holden’s hair. “What about my job at the club?”

Holden frowned. “What about it?”

“My job is stripping. Since we’re boyfriends now…” He paused. “We are boyfriends… right?”

Holden smiled. “After what we did tonight… I hope so.”

Lincoln chuckled and kissed his head. “Okay, just checking. So, with us being boyfriends and all… if you don’t want me to be a stripper, I would understand. I wouldn’t expect you to be okay with it.”

“Do you like the job?”

“Well… yeah,” Lincoln admitted. “I mean, the dancing is fun. The pay is good. And the tips are great. But none of that matters if it bothers you. I can get a different job.”

“No,” Holden murmured. “You don’t have to quit because of me. I’m okay with it.” He frowned thoughtfully. “I mean, you’re just dancing for the customers, right? Not… giving blow jobs and such?”

Lincoln laughed. “No. None of that. You were special. No one else is that special.”

“Okay.” Holden smiled. “Then I’m good with it. Besides, I like that club… and Cole and Gabe seem cool.”

“They are. And the others too, like their friend, Angel. He’s the one who convinced me not to lose hope when you walked out on me. He said if your feelings for me were real, then things could be fixed between us.”

“Sounds like a smart guy.”

“Yeah.” Lincoln smiled small. “You’ll like him as soon as you meet him, I guarantee it.”

“I believe you.”

Lincoln turned on his side and kissed Holden, drawing him into his arms. “This will probably sound corny but… your love saved me. I didn’t have anyone after my brother died… until you.” He sighed and laid his head against Holden’s brow. “This tattoo… it’s for my brother, Sam. He was killed in the line of duty.” His voice strained. “He was my best friend… my ally when it came to our father. Dad tried to force him into the life he wanted for Sam, but Sam had his own plans. He wanted to join the military and fight for his country. Now, my dad talks about him as if he wasted his life. He isn’t proud of him.”

Holden stroked the back of Lincoln’s hand, letting him talk, sensing he needed to talk… and hadn’t had anyone to talk to like this since his brother died.

“He’s trying to do the same thing to me,” he whispered. “Trying to force me into his version of a successful life—including who I should marry.”

Raising his head, Holden looked at him. “You’re still in high school. He’s already talking about you getting married?”

Lincoln nodded.

“To who…” Holden faltered. No way. “Mckenna?”

“Uh-huh.” Lincoln laid his head back and exhaled. “He thinks she’s the perfect life partner for me.”

“What… what did you say to that?”