"Yeah. I do," Clint replied without hesitation. He knew he had a reputation for being the dirty whore that he really was. Shamelessly so. He loved sex and he wasn't afraid to enjoy as much of it as he fucking pleased. He and Lincoln connected over sex, but there was no point denying anymore that there was more to this than sex. The sex was awesome, but having Lincoln with him in a relationship was the more important thing in this equation. "I'm not going to say some bullshit like people can change. I don't want to change, and I know you don't fucking need me to. This isn't changing, this is just inevitable. It was always going to fucking be inevitable with you, babe. I need you to fucking know that, okay? If you want or need us to be exclusive, we will be."

He carefully coaxed Lincoln to look at him again. "Don't be ashamed. This is not you, it's that fucking cunt. You're amazing, and I'm not going to let anyone fucking shame you for being you. You didn't fucking deserve this and you didn't fucking ask for it. Your ass it not a permanently open welcome mat for any fucker to slide their cock in and go for gold. Fuck that shit. I want you to tell me who he is and I'll shove him exactly what sort of small spaces his dick is more than welcome to be shoved painfully into."