Free What You Do to Me (A Breathe Epilogue) by Sloan Parker Page B

off school long enough. I’m working, and I’ll take care of the bills.” He eased his grip on Jay’s hand and smirked. “We’ll have enough money for this place, food, and lube. What more does a man need?”
    Jay laughed. “You’re right.” He leaned into Lincoln. “I’ve got everything I need.”
    The next kiss was slow and sweet and full of the promises Jay wanted to share. Yet there was something else he had to say. “You don’t always have to be the one to take care of everyone.” He kissed Lincoln again. First on the lips, then down along his neck to the sensitive spot between neck and shoulder that always drove Lincoln mad. “You gotta let people take care of you sometimes, Linc.”
    Lincoln held him by the back of the head and tilted his own head to the side, which encouraged Jay’s explorations as Lincoln said, “You took care of me pretty damn good last night.”
    Jay grinned against Lincoln’s skin. “It was a good one?”
    “You have no idea. It’s like you’ve been sucking cock all your life.”
    “Just yours.”
    Lincoln let out a low rumble. He always liked being reminded that Jay had never been with another man. He gripped Jay by the hips, then swung him around and crowded him against the refrigerator. He planted another deep kiss on his lips, this one more about lust and passion.
    Jay wrapped a leg around him and gave himself over to the moment, falling into the sweet sensation of those lips on his, their tongues connecting over and over again, the taut muscles under his fingertips.
    Eventually, reluctantly, Jay forced himself to pull back. “When I said you need to let people take care of you, I wasn’t talking about sex.”
    “I know.” Lincoln ran a hand down Jay’s bare chest, tenderly tracing the scar left behind after the surgery to remove the bullet.
    “It’s ugly, isn’t it?”
    “Nah. It’s beautiful. Reminds me you’re still here.” He met Jay’s stare with those focused, dark eyes. “A lot of people don’t get second chances.”
    Good to know they were on the same page about that.
    Even after Jay’s confession that he couldn’t bear to lose Lincoln, after packing up his stuff and moving in with him, Jay had worried Lincoln would always have lingering doubts about their pasts—about them. That he would always feel guilty about being too happy.
    Jay leaned in, and they kissed again, each caressing and loving with every touch. They had come too close to losing this.
    “So…” Jay walked Lincoln backward toward the kitchen table. “We’ve christened every room in the house but this one.” He cleared his books off the table, lowered his jeans and underwear. Lincoln watched him undress and then followed suit with his briefs. Jay lay back across the table’s surface, pulling Lincoln with him, and Lincoln slowly lowered his body over Jay’s.
    They kissed and rubbed and stroked each other in all the right places until they were both begging for more without words.
    Lincoln stood, laughing as he unwrapped Jay’s limbs from around him. “Gotta get the lube.”
    Jay pointed over his head to the top box on the pile in the corner. “That box has the shit from my nightstand.”
    Lincoln went for the box. He returned to the table with the lube. “I vote we either never unpack or we always keep a stash of lube in here.”
    “It’s the kitchen. Where would we put lube?”
    “We’ll make room in the silverware drawer.”
    Jay laughed at that. Then he sobered as he watched Lincoln readying himself, slicking the length of his hard shaft.
    Staring down at Jay, Lincoln breathed deep and shook his head.
    “What?”
    “Nothing. Just…” He leaned over Jay and pressed into him as he spoke his next words. “God, what you do to me.”
    Jay was utterly lost to a reply or thoughts or anything but the intensity passing between them that had very little to do with sex.
    Lincoln rocked slowly, angling Jay just right. A few more sweet slides of their bodies coming