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Fuck, it would just figure Wyatt would like to be spanked. God, he really wasn’t paying his therapist enough.
“How do you address me?” “Sir?” “Wrong answer,” Linc growled. “You know what I am. Say it.” “Daddy,” Wyatt whispered, every nerve ending standing at attention. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Drink this.” Wyatt gave a sleepy laugh. “Tell the truth. You have stock in this bottled water company, don’t you?”
He had spent so much time trapped in this apartment, he wasn’t sure he could cope with the outside world. If coping had been one of his strengths, he wouldn’t have ended up on house arrest in the first place.
I thought you looked hot.
If Wyatt had truly belonged to Linc—in every sense of the word—Linc would have poured all this energy and rage into fucking Wyatt, taking him apart and putting him back together, using him over and over until they were both too exhausted to think about the mess their lives had become.
“Shit, baby. What did you do to yourself?”
“You can’t leave. You have to bring me water and oranges. You have to take care of me.”
Wyatt didn’t care about anything Linc said after “I’m not leaving you,” but the pressure in his chest didn’t ease until Linc slid into bed, gathering him in his arms and holding the bottle of water to his lips.
“You’re twenty-two. Your life hasn’t even started yet.” Tears welled in Wyatt’s eyes from nowhere, his throat tight. “My life ended when I was six and my older brother, Landon, died. If he had lived, he would’ve been the heir my father demands and I could have escaped. My father never would have looked for me.”
He sniffled. “He said, ‘I can’t believe you’re the one who lived.’”
“If there’s any karma in this world, your dad will get face raped by a chainsaw,” she swore. “God willing,” Linc muttered.
“Sit. Stop doing…everything. Stop screeching, stop hitting, just—just stop. You’re giving me a migraine.”
“My dad hates you,” Wyatt reminded her. “Yeah, but he hates that you’re gay more. So, straight son dating the rich daughter of liberal actress trumps gay son who secretly likes to get choked and fucked by his big, beefy bodyguard. He’ll deal.”
“Do you want—” Linc started. “Yes,” Wyatt interrupted. Linc tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” Wyatt’s hands flailed. “Don’t you get it? It doesn’t matter what you were going to say. The answer is yes. Whatever you want…I’ll always say yes.”
Linc would leave in five months and be whoever he wished to be, but Wyatt would still be there, being whoever his father demanded.
I won’t be another person who hurts you. Understand?”
“Oh, God,” Wyatt moaned. “Daddy will do,” Linc said around a smirk.
“Check your face, G.I. Joe, ‘cause right now, you’re looking a little less like an impartial bodyguard and a little more like a jealous boyfriend,”
“Oh, do shut up, Martha. Wearing sensible shoes doesn’t make a woman a feminist or a lesbian any more than wearing that hideous yellow dress makes you a goddamn banana,” Violet snarked, shaking her head. “I swear, with women like you, I don’t know why my mother fought so hard to win the right to vote.”
For Wyatt, the entire world could wait, and Linc wasn’t sure what to do with that.
“Don’t be stupid. Nobody takes better care of me than you do. Nobody but Charlie has ever even tried.” Wyatt kissed Linc. “Nothing you do will ever change that.”
I want to see those pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.”
He gave his boy what he wanted, fucking into the wet heat of Wyatt’s mouth, only stopping to hold himself deep inside until Wyatt choked, tears streaming from his eyes, causing black tracks to run down his otherwise beautiful face.
Linc looked at Wyatt like he wasn’t broken.
He took care of him, made sure he ate, made sure he drank enough water, watched over him. It was why Wyatt had chosen him, why Wyatt trusted only him. It was why he was pretty sure he was in love with him.
“I’m good. You can move now.” Linc made a gruff noise. “Oh, I’m not lying here for you. Do you have any idea how good you feel?” He shifted his hips, and Wyatt moaned. “You’re so hot and tight and perfect. Fuck, your body is just… I just…I just need a minute.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Linc muttered. “Sorry, Da—Sorry,” he muttered, face flushing scarlet. Charlie made a noise like a dying seal. “Freaks,”
“Just wanted to let you know I plan on ignoring the dresses and will use the list of banned topics as my personal to-do list.”
“Oh, honey. You’re falling for him, aren’t you?” His laugh was harsh, jarring even. “Falling? More like fallen. I’m there. I’m in it up to my eyeballs. Not that it matters. But there it is. Figures, I can’t even do a fling without fucking it up.”
Wyatt wished Linc’s arms didn’t feel like home.
When he was in Linc’s arms, it didn’t feel like a fling. It felt like love, and it made Wyatt want to cry.
“I really need you and that girl to be on your best behavior tomorrow. There will be reporters everywhere, and I cannot have a repeat of last year.” Wyatt snorted. “I’ll do my best not to get in a horrific car crash and almost die.”
“I’m serious, Wyatt. If you pull another stupid stunt like last year, you’d best finish the job or I’ll do it for you.” Wyatt flinched like his father had struck him. Linc clenched his teeth, his hands fisting at his sides.
I think your military discipline is exactly what my son needed. I’m grateful.” Linc bit down on the inside of his cheek as thoughts of Wyatt’s many discipline sessions filled his head. “Happy to do my part, sir. Your son responds very well to a firm hand and hard limits.” Wyatt made a choking sound from somewhere in the recesses of his room.
If Linc had to hear one more eighties power ballad played by an orchestra, he might wrestle the bow from the violinist and slit his own throat with it.
Linc’s blood rushed in his ears as he stared down Wyatt’s rapist, smiling and waving from the stage. That’s what he was. A fucking rapist, and if Linc got five seconds alone with the man, he’d rip his throat out without a second thought.
The door rattled as Victor leaned against it. “Don’t be jealous. I never touched those other boys. They were nothing like you… It was only you I couldn’t resist. Don’t pretend you didn’t like it. You came back again and again. What we had was special. We could still have it. Nobody would ever have to know.”
Victor snagged his other arm. Wyatt sucked in a startled breath. Linc turned, his gaze falling to Victor’s hand on Wyatt’s arm. “You have two seconds to get your hand off him before I tear it off your fucking body and beat you to death with it.”
Wyatt’s breath caught on a sob, and he shook his head. “I’m not worth this headache, Linc. I’m not. Believe me. I’m never not going to be fucked up. It’s just a part of who I am now. I’m just a mess. I will always be this huge mess. I’m a bad investment.”
“Who do you belong to?” A strange calm washed over Wyatt, his lids slipping half-closed. “You, Daddy.” “Who makes the rules?” “You do, Daddy.” “That’s right. I make the rules. I worry about the big things. Don’t I always take care of you?” He did. Linc was always there. He took care of everything. “Yes, Daddy.”
I didn’t choose the way I am, I just am. You can’t guilt it out of me. You can’t beat it out of me. Hell, your friend Victor couldn’t even torture it out of me.
His father advanced on him. Wyatt took a step back, but then Linc was there. “Give me a fucking reason to kick your ass. Just give me a reason.”

