Page 67 of His Secret Santa
Lincoln chuckled. “I told him I wasn’t in love with her, that I didn’t even like her, and she was mean and cruel. Apparently, to him, none of that matters.”
“He doesn’t know you’re…”
“Gay?” Lincoln chuffed. “God, no. I was planning on waiting till graduation to drop that little bomb.” He sighed and smiled, planting another kiss on Holden’s mouth. “But now, I think the bomb will drop a little sooner.”
Holden frowned. “Because of… me? Because we’re together? You don’t have to do that. I’m okay with you waiting till graduation.”
“Thanks,” Lincoln murmured and kissed him again. “But it’s time. Not just because of you, though you are part of it. A lot of people saw us kissing at the party tonight. Some of those people know my dad. It’ll get back to him before long. Shit, McKenna won’t waste any time letting him know. But aside from all that, I was done, anyway. I already have money put away for an apartment—as soon as I find one—and I am so ready to get out of here and away from him.”
Holden snuggled closer to him. “When are you going to tell him?”
“When he gets home tomorrow.”
“What do you think he’ll say?”
Lincoln snorted. “Tell me to get my ass out of his house.”
“But you don’t have an apartment yet. Maybe you should wait until you do.”
Lincoln shook his head. “I can get a hotel room or something. Shit, I’d rather live on the street than under this roof any longer.”
Holden kissed his throat. “I would never let you live on the street.”
“Oh yeah?” Lincoln grinned. “And what would you do?”
“Move you into our spare room.”
Lincoln drew back and eyed him. “And your parents would be cool with that?”
Holden laughed softly. “Probably not. They’re not that comfortable with me being gay, so it probably wouldn’t go over well if I asked to move my smoking hot stripper boyfriend into the house.”
“Yeah, that’d go over like a lead balloon, I suspect.” Lincoln chuckled.
“Still,” Holden said seriously. “I’d argue with them until they relented, to keep you off the streets.”
“You’re the best,” Lincoln whispered and kissed his head. “I mean that. The best.”
Holden kissed him deeply. “I think you are, too,” he murmured. “You’re amazing. Those years I fantasized about you… they weren’t wasted.”
Breathing deeply, Lincoln smiled as he played with Holden’s damp strands. “Any chance you’ll… um… share the details of those fantasies with me? And maybe see how many of them we could bring to life?”
“Mm.” Holden scooted closer and curled his leg over Lincoln’s hip, rubbing against him. “I might share… if I’m properly motivated.”
Lincoln cupped his ass with both hands and rolled onto his back, drawing Holden on top of him. “I don’t know how proper it’ll be…” he groaned as his hard dick nestled between Holden’s ass cheeks. “… but I can definitely motivate.”
• • •
Lincoln awoke in the morning, quite sore in the most awesome way. He watched Holden sleeping next to him, his handsome face serene in his slumber. He couldn’t remember the young man ever looking so at peace. The fault of that lay at Lincoln’s feet. It may have been his “friends” who harassed Holden, but it was Lincoln who let it happen. In his book, that made him the most guilty.
But that’s all over. No matter what happened when they returned to school, no one would ever bully Holden again.
Lincoln kissed him between the eyes and slipped quietly from the bed. They had time to eat breakfast together. His dad wouldn’t be home until the afternoon. Lincoln took a quick shower and dressed. After breakfast, he would probably need another shower, because no way they wouldn’t make love again before Lincoln drove Holden home. Hell, he wanted to wake the boy up right now for a morning love-fest. But he let him sleep and went downstairs. After last night—and for so much more—Holden deserved breakfast in bed. Fuck, the way he pleasured Lincoln all night long, he deserved to be worshipped.
Lincoln smiled at all the ways he could “worship” the sweet, sexy young man as he entered the kitchen.
“I’m glad to see you smiling.”
“Shit.” Lincoln stopped cold, startled by his dad’s presence. What the fuck was he doing home? He swallowed, his pulse kicking up. “Dad… what… I thought you weren’t coming home until this afternoon.”