Liam’s POV
"Dad, you there?" Tucker said through the mind-link just when I came down from my high my hand was still around my hard d**k. f**k.
"Yes yes. I'll be down in a sec." I murmur in the best gruff voice I could muster though I don't have to use my voice. s**t, this is the worst timing ever.
Hastily standing up from the bed, I quickly changed my sweatpants since the other one was ruined. I thoroughly washed my hand so he won't smell the whole thing then add whiskey just to make the process much easier. f**k, I didn't expect Tucker to stop by the mansion. At least not today since he knew I was mourning. Or doesn't he know that? Isn't he supposed to be mourning his mother too?
I stepped out of the room and made my way down the stairs to the living room where the mind-link is dire
