Chapter Twenty-Two
Lincoln
Some potentially bad decisions felt so good when you were making them.
I couldn’t reject Michaela when she ran to me. Either I lacked the balls or the heart, but she’d never come to me before and I couldn’t ignore that.
Couldn’t make her eyes sad and walk away.
So, here I was in old Harry’s foyer dry-humping his niece with her gorgeous t**s in my hands. She’d changed for bed, so no bra.
Was she a girl who slept in no panties, too?
I’d find out soon enough.
Also—thank everything that Mom had gone home with the house empty all day. Last thing we needed was that interruption. I never brought girls home before moving to L.A. because I wouldn’t hear the end of it.
Michaela’s moan brought me back to the present. “I need you.”
“Upstairs?”
She nodded. I set he
