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We needed to have a serious talk about whether or not he was going to pursue Jo—because if he wasn’t, game on.
Growly, protective Lincoln was quickly becoming my new favorite thing.
Certainly not distractions that looked like Lincoln Scott.
Oh, shit. Did he smirk? Was he talking about me? No fucking way.
It somehow made him hotter, knowing he’d fought for his country, was masculine and strong, but still vulnerable and human.
Is that a coincidence? Does Lincoln know that it was me who wrote to him? There’s no way those wings had anything to do with me . . . right?
Being able to take care of yourself and wanting someone to want to take care of you were two very different things.
“But you are my Joanna, aren’t you?” he said, his voice gravely with desire, searching my face for some answer.
A loud, hard clank had my head whipping up and my eyes springing open to see Joanna in the mirror through the steam of the shower leaned against the sink, eyes
wide, staring at me with my dick in my hands.
Girl, you’ve got it bad. You’re just Finn’s friend to him. It was a mistake. Stop reading into it.
I liked the sound of that. Too much. The sudden need to be Joanna’s first and last everything felt big.
“This is wild. I can’t believe I didn’t see it coming, but I think I love it.”
“Do you want me to talk to him? Kick his ass or something? I mean, I’m not sure I can take him, but I’ll give it a shot.”
With a high moan, she tightened around me and then exploded as her orgasm tore through her.
Hot streams of my desire filled her. My hips jerked, and I ground my teeth—the intensity of my orgasm was shocking.
“You are so beautiful . . . I lied to you.”
“Take me, Lincoln. Own me.” Her voice was thick.
“Lincoln’s been completely out of his gourd today—walking around whistling, saying hi to people, being pleasant.”
Clearly, this man had never been cuddled, and that was a travesty.
“It’s not your whole story, Lincoln. You need to remember that,” I said. With every wet kiss along his neck, I needed him to feel the emotions pouring out of me.
“Lincoln,” I breathed, “I want you inside me.” On a growl, he dragged me up with him, out of the bathroom, and tossed me on the bed.
I love you. I love you. I love you. Over and over, the words tumbled through my mind. I would never be the same without Joanna.
“Thank you, Joanna Banana. You’re the best. And hey…” He paused. “I think it’s time to tell him.”
“Finn already called me,” he said. “I met them at your office, but when I saw her arm, I took her in so we could take some pictures. He stayed with Jo.”
Everyone in town might have called her Birdie, but my mother’s personality filled any space she entered. Born and raised in a small East Texas town, Birdie lived up to her reputation as a genteel southern woman, even though time had faded her accent and she’d settled into the life of a Western woman.
“What the fuck, dude? I’m gay.” Finn flipped his arm up in my direction, and the table next to us turned, slack-jawed and all too eager to listen in. “You’ve got your head so far up your own ass that you don’t even see what’s right in front of you!”
She loved all of me and I had pushed her away—not because I was protecting her, but because I was protecting myself.
Do the right thing for the right reasons. I wanted it all back—I had to find a way to fix this.
I called it Project Eir to honor the Valkyrie goddess of healing.
Joanna, my heart beats to the rhythm of yours and the best thing to ever happen to me was finding you.
“Finding you was the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“My sweet man.” She ran her hand along the scruff of my jaw. “I think we found each other.”
Morning run, then helping the old man in the barn. Come find me so I can kiss you. -L
His notes made me feel special, just like the bracelet he made me our first night camping. It didn’t really match anything I owned, but taking it off didn’t feel right, so it had become a part of me, a lot like Lincoln.
