Bad Boy (The Loyal Boys, #2)

by Charli Meadows

Now that I have a better picture of him, he looks like he could kill me and enjoy it, too. Not because he’s bigger than me, but he has this aura that practically radiates trouble.

I’ve known I was bi for a few years now, but I’ve never been with a guy or even crushed on one. Girls have always been more. . . available to me, but I’m much pickier when it comes to the male species. But now. . . This boy. . . this boy has me all twisted up inside, and I’m ready to fucking unravel for him.

His thin, wire-framed glasses are oversized and way more trendy than I could ever manage, but Linc pulls it off effortlessly. I don’t think he even tries to be fashionable. He must be going for classy comfort with a dash of my-parents-made-me-wear-this.

Reaching for the bedside table, I grab Linc’s glasses and the small bottle of lube I stashed there yesterday afternoon. “Here, Preppy. I want you to see what I’m about to do to you. To us.”

I am bisexual and proud, and I am definitely Lincoln’s boyfriend and proud. I will climb Mount fucking Mitchell and scream from the top of my lungs to the entire state that I am Lincoln Anderson’s boyfriend. But until he’s ready, I won’t.

“Show me everything inside your soul, Remi. Let me carry the burden with you, handle the lows and celebrate the highs. We’re a team. Can’t you see that? We’ve been a team since day one.”

He’s so fucking hot like this. Full of confidence, nothing holding him back. Nothing between us. No clothes. No secrets. Just my best friend. And he’s all fucking mine.