Linc's Little Piggy (The Three Bears Book 2)
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Chance Pigg has had a thing for Linc McGrath since they were in middle school. Linc avoided Chance at every turn, but that didn’t stop Chance from hoping—especially after Linc defended Chance from schoolyard tormentors. Now all grown up, realtor Chance helps Linc and his friends buy and sell the houses they flip for profit, still hoping Linc might finally notice him one day.
Linc has avoided Chance, sure, but it was more to hide his own feelings. Buried for so long, avoiding Chance became his norm. It took a slap to the face to wake Linc to the smart, hardworking, and hot man right under his nose that he had no good reason not to take. Once his desire is awakened again, Linc will do everything in his power to claim Chance.
But Linc is used to no-strings fun. Chance comes with his own set of strings. Will Linc realize too late how tied up he really wants to be?
Linc’s Little Piggy
A Twisted Erotic Fairy Tale
by
Kelex
M/M, LIGHT BONDAGE, SUBMISSION, RIMMING, FISTING, ANAL PLAY, TOY PLAY, ANAL SEX, DOUBLE ANAL PENETRATION W/ TOY USE, AND ORAL SEX
Twisted E Publishing, LLC
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A TWISTED EROTICA PUBLISHING BOOK
Linc’s Little Piggy
A Twisted Erotic Fairy Tale
Copyright © 2015 by Kelex
Edited by Marie Medina
First E-book Publication: February 2015
Cover design by K Designs
All cover art and logo copyright © 2015, Twisted Erotica Publishing, LLC.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
Golden and the Three Bears precedes this story—and while you don’t necessarily need to read it first, reading Golden and Jax’s story before this one would enrich your read.
Linc and Colt have been screaming for their stories to be told after the ending of Golden and the Three Bears sort of left them high and dry (and without a man of their own.)
This is Linc’s tale. Colt’s is coming…
Linc’s Little Piggy
Chapter One
“Chance left a message. Says he’s got a house for us to look at,” Jax said over the dinner table after a long, hard day on the job. “I think one of you two should go over tomorrow and take a look. The price is great, but only if it’s doable. We still need to sell the house on Gable, and then we’re still mid-flip on McFarland, so I don’t want to get over our heads.”
“Why can’t you go?” Linc McGrath asked, fear flooding his system. He was the last person who should go anywhere with Chance.
Jax finished chewing his bite of food before answering. “Golden and I are going into the city tomorrow for a few errands, remember? That leaves you and Colt to hold down the fort.”
“I think Linc should go,” Colt said with an evil smile.
Linc growled at his best friend. “I think that’s a very, very bad idea.”
“I don’t know what your problem with Chance is, Linc,” Golden interrupted.
Linc dropped his fork and leaned back in his chair. “I think it’s fairly obvious what my problem with him is.”
“Is it so wrong for a handsome, hardworking, and financially secure man to be interested in you?” Golden asked.
Handsome? Linc had never considered Chance good-looking. He’d known Chance Pigg since grade school, where the little fat kid had been traumatized for both his rotund size and his misfortune of a last name. “Handsome?”
“He’s gorgeous,” Golden answered, only to get a glare from his boyfriend, Jax. “What? I can notice when another man is attractive, and Chance is more than attractive. He’s hot. I’d do him if I wasn’t with Jax.”
Linc thought about it a little longer. The only image Linc could bring up in his mind was Chance in middle school, the day Linc jumped in and stopped the guy’s torment. “Technically nothing, but after all these years of him and his blatant interest, it was just easier to evade and ignore.”
“It’s not like he’s chasing after you. He doesn’t show up all the time, nor is he a stalker—or is he?” Golden asked.
Linc shook his head. “Nah, nothing like that. He was there a little more often during school, but since he’s been back, he just comes by on business. But I can still feel his eyes on me, and I know full well what he wants.”
“Then I ask again… what’s the problem with a gorgeous man being interested in you?”
Linc thought about it a moment and realized he really didn’t have a good answer. He’d just evaded and ignored for so long, it was habit.
“He did clean up pretty well after college,” Colt added. “I guess I’ve known him so long, I just don’t look at him like that. He’s still the little piggy in my head.”
“Don’t call him that!” Linc snapped.
Colt shrugged in apology and went on shoving a forkful of food in his mouth. Through a mouthful, he grinned. “I didn’t call him that, but everyone else did.”
“Hot or not, he’s been sniffing around me for years. I’m not going.” Linc wasn’t going to put himself in a situation where he was alone with Chance, regardless of what they all thought he should do.
“I’ve got to be at the McFarland house to let the plumber in,” Colt shot back. “So, it’s gotta be you.”
“I can easily let the plumber in,” Linc answered.
Colt narrowed his eyes. “When you pry the keys out of my cold, dead hands.”
Linc’s eyes rounded at Colt. “What the hell, man?”
Colt shrugged. “I’ve got plans for that house, and I need a one on one with the plumber, okay?”
Linc growled. “I think I’ve been ambushed.”
Jax tried to hide a grin, but did a shitty job of it. It only made Linc angrier.
“Fine. I’ll call Chance in the morning. But this is the last time you all pull this crap with me.”
Jax’s grin turned into a full-fledged smile. “No problem.”
Linc went back to his dinner, famished after working on the McFarland house all day, putting up drywall on the ceilings. Everything ached all over.
As silence filled the room, besides the sound of forks on plates and hungry chewing, Linc tried to pull up another image of Chance.
Handsome?
The last time Linc had seen the man was a couple of months ago, when he’d brought over some paperwork for the McFarland house. Any of the three of them were able to sign the purchase agreement, but Chance had sought out Linc, as usual.
Chance had gotten healthier in college, just as Colt had said, not that a few extra pounds had really stopped him before. Like Colt, Linc just didn’t look at Chance like that. He’d spent so much time avoiding Chance’s attention that he’d set Chance in the no-go category and left him there.
He’d have to pay a little more attention tomorrow… and see what all the fuss was about.
“Chance, I think you’re crazy if you think this is one for us.” Linc glanced over the façade of the rundown house. “It’s about to fall over.”
“I thought you liked a challenge?” Chance asked with a smile before turning back to the house. Linc was the one with the least amount of imagination of the bunch, but Chance was pleased it had been Linc to arrive, regardless. Any private time with the man was a win in Chance’s book. “It’s an 1885 mansion on a prime piece of real estate in one of the most in-demand neighborhoods in town. S
ure, it’s a little lopsided and needs a ton of work, but I thought perhaps the long list of pros might outshine the cons. You can get this dirt cheap because of the condition.”
“It should be condemned, not flipped,” Linc said, shaking his head. Linc gave Chance an odd look, a frown settling on his brow. “I don’t even know if I want to walk inside.”
“Give it a chance. The city was just here last week and said it was still sound, much to my amazement. I’m sure the Historical Society had a part in that, but if it was truly ready for the wrecking ball, then they’d have slapped a sticker on the door in a heartbeat. If the city wasn’t ready to bulldoze this thing, then maybe it deserves to see another day. After you, Jax, and Colt put your shine on it, this place could be a gem.”
“This one can’t be worth your commission.” Linc sighed loudly, apparently not sharing Chance’s enthusiasm. He gave Chance another odd, searching look before turning away. “Alright, I’ll give the inside a peek. But if I don’t see anything that interests me, I’m out.”
Chance grinned wider and headed for the door, feeling a little victorious. He walked up the overgrown path and up the decayed stairs, the boards giving slightly as he stepped. “The porch is rotten, but the floors inside are actually in great shape.”
Linc stepped on the bottom tread and his foot crashed right through. Chance spun to face the man from the top of the stairs and received a growl from below. Linc looked up and his gaze locked with Chance’s, something darkening his stare.
A tremor raced through Chance’s spine, feeling unsettled by Linc’s odd behavior.
“I warned you. You’re a linebacker and can’t go smashing through.” I know something I’d rather have you smashing through.
Heat flooded Chance’s face as the thought crossed his mind. He’d had a thing for Linc forever, not that the big muscle bear would know. Chance had heard the rumors about Linc and his friends—sharing men and claiming them hard. He’d even heard that all three had taken Jax’s current boyfriend, Golden, together the first time before Jax claimed the man for himself, leaving Linc and Colt out in the cold.
I’d take Linc any day and warm him up. Chance trembled at the thought of being on the receiving end of all that man.
Linc glared at Chance as he pulled his work-boot covered foot out of the cracked wood. “Second strike for this house. Third is coming.”
Chance walked over to the door, ignoring the grump’s tone. He plugged in the code on the lock at the handle and grabbed the keys. With a quick twist, he opened the gorgeous stained-glass door into the entry. It needed some repairs and a good cleaning, but it was a diamond in the rough, just like the rest of the house. He turned to gauge Linc’s reaction, only to find the man still gingerly trying to make his way up the stairs.
Linc looked past Chance and into the foyer. His expression lightened a little at what he saw.
“The previous owner attempted a remodel and didn’t do a terrible job, but he ran out of money to get it all done.”
Linc passed Chance and entered the house, staring up at the ceilings. “What did he already do? Do you know?”
“The paperwork says he already fixed the foundation, but with the house tilted, I’d say that still needs to be looked at. Some trusses were reinforced, and the kitchens and bathrooms were upgraded some. They still need work as most of the fixtures aren’t top of the line.”
Linc kicked the floor, checking the boards. “The floors look original.”
“I believe they are, or at least done with reclaimed wood,” Chance said, staring at Linc’s strong back as he walked into the living room.
Chance followed, watching as Linc inspected the walls and windows. He traveled through the dining room and kitchen, making the full circle of the downstairs, landing back in the foyer.
“I’d want to check under the house before making an offer,” Linc said. “What was the asking price again?”
Chance grinned widely, knowing he’d been right to show Linc the house. “Only twenty-five thousand.”
Linc spun to face Chance. “The land is worth more than that.”
“Agreed. But no one wants to have to deal with tearing the building down. People are lazy, you know that. They want it move-in ready, right this minute, and without a single thing to do but pack their shit. No one’s willing to take a shabby place like this and make it right. No one but guys like you.”
Linc’s gaze captured Chance’s. Linc’s deep blue stare locked on him, and an awkward silence fell between them. Chance felt the air sucked from his lungs, and his mouth grew dry. He was used to Linc ignoring his existence, not seeming so focused. Focused? On me? Yeah, right.
“How long has it been on the market?” Linc asked, breaking the spell.
Chance stared down at the paperwork in his shaking hands, trying to get control of himself. “Um, looks like nearly a year. I’d hazard a guess that the owner is motivated to sell.”
“What’s the land valued at?”
Chance eyed the sheet. “Comps in the area for land only, similar sized, are priced at… thirty and up.”
“Do you think we’d be disrespectful to put an offer of twenty K on the place?”
Chance shook his head. “After this long, I’d grab that if I owned it. But then, everyone’s different.”
“Do it,” Linc said as he walked closer to Chance.
“Don’t you want to have Jax or Colt take a look?”
Linc paused, his hands on top of the wooden archway at the entrance of the living room. He was barely inches from Chance, and making Chance nervous. Linc smiled wickedly. “Nope.”
“See, I told you. I knew you guys would want in on this. It would be a mistake not to notice the potential in this place.”
Linc stepped even closer, invading Chance’s space. “Not like I haven’t made mistakes before.”
Mistakes? Chance backed up half a step, only for his own sanity, not because he truly wanted to. He could smell a hint of Linc’s aftershave, and was quite sure he could feel the heat of Linc’s body. That, or the heat in the room was rising. He let out a strangled breath, searching his pocket for his pen. As soon as he drew it out, his butterfingers dropped it to the floor.
Before he could pick it up, Linc dived for it and brought it up, offering it to Chance. Just out of reach, Chance would have to step closer to get it. He inched forward just a little and hesitantly grabbed it. “Th-thank you.”
“Do I make you nervous, Chance?”
Chance looked up into Linc’s face, seeing a satisfied smirk. “No. Why should you?” Yes! Yes, you make me nervous.
“You seem nervous,” Linc said, seeming to get a tiny bit closer and blocking out the light.
Chance looked down at the file and scribbled the offer on the MLS sheet just in case his memory was shot to hell due to Linc’s presence. “I’m not nervous.”
“Okay,” Linc said before walking toward the stairs and taking his heat and delicious smell with him. “I want to see the upstairs.”
Linc stomped up the treads, testing each one with his large body.
Chance leaned against the wall behind him and breathed out a sigh of relief. After all the years fantasizing about Linc, he’d had an opportunity to flirt and had missed his opening.
Damn!
After a few settling breaths, he followed Linc upstairs. He found the man quickly, just listening to the deafening sound of Linc’s massive feet. At well over six and a half feet, Linc was thickly muscled and a lumberjack of a man. His thick, dark beard covered a gorgeous face—if what Chance remembered from high school was still there—as well as coated his chest and forearms, which Chance got the opportunity to see on rare occasions when the guys were in the midst of a flip.
“Hey, Mr. Pigg… is there an attic?”
Chance paused at the threshold of the bedroom Linc stood in and growled. “That name wasn’t funny years ago, and it’s even less funny now.”
Linc turned to stare at Chance. “I wasn’t calling you a name,
but using your proper one.”
Chance glared. Back in their school days, Chance had been a fat kid. His crappy last name had only made his life a living hell. During middle school, his classmates had tortured him, until Linc had stepped in and defended Chance on the playground one day.
And earned Chance’s undying affection.
Not that it had ever been returned.
After that day, the teasing had gotten better and had allowed Chance to survive high school. Chance had done the best he could to get through it and gotten the hell out of town. While in college, he’d started eating better, slimmed down, and become super active. Then when he’d come home, Chance had hoped he’d turn Linc’s eye.
As the years pressed on, he still had a thing for Linc, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think there were any possibilities on that account.
“It brings back bad memories,” Chance said, his voice low.
Linc stepped closer, pausing inches from Chance. “Kids didn’t mess with you after I made them stop. I made sure of that.”
Chance looked up at Linc, his heart beating faster. “I don’t think I truly thanked you for what you did that day.”
“I should’ve done more, sooner. You don’t have to thank me. They shouldn’t have been so cruel.”
Chance swallowed, realizing he’d never talked this much to Linc, since… well… ever. Linc had always did his best to get away, uttering as little as possible. “I still thank you. If it hadn’t been for you, I don’t know if I would’ve survived high school.”
“Glad it helped. I really didn’t think you’d come back here after college. Kind of surprised me you did.”
I came home to see you. That had been the only reason Chance had returned, the thought of seeing Linc again and maybe… having a chance at his fantasy. Six years later, and that wouldn’t be the case at all. Now he was just pathetic. “I’ve actually been thinking about going to L.A. Getting a fresh start, away from here. I can sell houses anywhere.”
“Why leave? You’re our favorite realtor.”
“There are bigger opportunities in the city. I was stupid to come back here after college. I realize that now.” His attraction to Linc made it hard to date other people. No one measured up.