Both he and Jesse had lucked out with Adeline and Lincoln adopting them. Which, in some ways, made this worse. Adeline and Lincoln were two of my closest friends; I was a blessed son of a bitch to call them family. And if they knew I’d been startled awake about a year ago by a dream in which their fucking son was riding my cock— Nausea traveled up my throat, and I rammed a fist into the wall closest to my sketch board.
Oh nooooo!!
