APPLE PIE

  SHORT MM ROMANCE

  SLICE OF FOREVER

  BOOK 1

  WEST GREENE

  Copyright ©August 2022 by West Greene

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  For Riley, my reason for everything that I do.

  For all my Thanksgiving lovers.

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  Also by West Greene

  About the Author

  1

  Lincoln

  I stepped out into the open airport, heaving a sigh of relief. I was home—at least for a few days. I knew I was due to deploy soon, so I’d taken some time off to spend the holidays back in Crooked Creek. I didn’t have family here; never had. Being a foster kid had made my life much different than so many other people.

  But there was one person still here I wanted to see again.

  Noah Brooks.

  Noah was . . . he was everything. There was just no other way to put it. At five foot three, he was the cutest fucking guy I’d ever met. He was a bit of a spitfire with a lot of energy packed in a tiny, little body. I’d left for the military basically right after graduation, and then my first duty station had been in Japan, where I’d stayed for two years before being sent to Germany for another two.

  I’d kept in touch with him through texts, phone calls, and facetime calls, but it wasn’t the same. And I missed him. I missed him as if he were a missing part of my anatomy.

  And I was ready to let him know how I felt. Being without him had been agony. Noah had been my best friend since I moved here when I was sixteen, and I’d been in love with him for just as long.

  Problem was, I wasn’t sure if he’d want to be with me when he knew I couldn’t offer him much. I still owed the Army two more years for this contract, and I wanted to make a career out of this, which meant there would be more deployments, more danger.

  But I had to try.

  I headed over to baggage claim and waited for my bag to make its round. Once I had it in my hand, I headed over to the rental car area. It didn’t take long to secure a pick-up truck considering it was almost eleven at night and not that many people were landing.

  I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing softly through the speakers as I made my way toward Crooked Creek. I knew Noah was working tonight and would be at the bar until closing time. I was hoping to surprise him, hence why I hadn’t even let him know I was coming back here.

  After thirty minutes, the sign for Crooked Creek was lit up by my headlights. It was a brown sign that had been beaten over many, many years by the weather. We were down south, so we didn’t get snow, but it rained a hell of a lot—too much for my damn tastes, especially.

  The familiar sights met my eyes. Clancy’s meat market was still standing strong with what looked to be a fresh layer of paint on the outside. Next door, the small grocery store was barely lit up. Across the street, Macie’s bookstore was still there.

  All the stores were closed, but there was one place still lit up—Bratt’s. It was the only bar in Crooked Creek and was run by Gemma. She called it Bratt’s because it had apparently been her nickname when she was growing up, and honestly, it fit her. The woman would drive the right man up the wall if she’d ever give one a chance.

  I managed to squeeze the rental into a park between an old Tahoe and a beat-up Camry. Blowing out a soft breath, I turned the truck off and wedged my massive body in the tight space between me and the Tahoe. I could hear the noise of the bar through the closed door, but it still didn’t prepare me for the sheer volume of the music and the people when I swung it open.

  It was a busy night, most likely because it was a Friday. I slowly made my way to the bar, and as soon as I stepped up to the counter, Noah stepped out of the back. He was wearing a red, checkered flannel shirt, his dirty blonde hair messy on his head. His blue eyes were shining with laughter. He was still as short as I remembered and just as small.

  He set two bottles of liquor on the bar and began pouring shots. Then, he turned to me, and his eyes widened. I grinned. That look was well worth the surprise.

  “Hey, babe,” I greeted. I’d always called him babe, and he never complained.

  “Linc!” he shouted. He slid over the bar and landed right in my lap. I wrapped my arms around his small body, and he literally wrapped himself around me, burying his face in the curve of my neck. I gripped the back of his neck when I felt his tears soaking into my uniform.

  “Ah, babe, it’s just me,” I teased. But my heart was hurting, too. God, it had been way too long since I felt this sweet boy in my arms.

  “I can’t believe you’re here,” he sniffed. He leaned back to look at me, his blue eyes glassy. I reached up to brush some tears off his lightly freckled cheeks. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home?”

  I brushed my nose with his. “Wanted to surprise you.” I patted his ass, and his cheeks flushed. But I needed him to get up, or otherwise, he’d feel the clear boner I was sporting for him. “I’ll wait here while you finish up your shift.”

  “You sure you don’t mind?” he asked me.

  I shook my head. “Don’t mind at all, babe. Get your cute ass to work.”

  He flushed and slid back over the bar. He quickly began taking orders again, and I watched as he worked, loving the way his skin-tight jeans molded to his ass. And since I couldn’t see the line of briefs, I had a damn good feeling he was wearing a jockstrap.

  And fuck if that didn’t make my dick so hard it fucking hurt. Because now, all I could do was imagine how perfect his cock looked and that sweet, bare ass.

  I knew I’d sat there for a few hours, but before I knew it, Gemma yelled out, “Last call”. And then even faster, the bar was closed, and Noah and I were standing outside by my rental truck.

  “Where are you staying?” he asked me.

  I shrugged, a cocky smirk playing on my lips. His eyes focused there for a moment before locking back on mine. My smirk widened. “Thought I could room with you while I’m in town,” I suggested.

  He eagerly nodded his head. “Yeah! Yes, of course! Just follow me, yeah?” He sheepishly pointed to the beat-up Camry next to me. “That’s mine.”

  I shook my head, a frown pulling at my lips. He told me he’d bought a Camry, and I hadn’t thought anything of it when he never showed me pictures. I even remembered us moving on from the conversation pretty quickly, and this would be why. He knew I wouldn’t approve.

  “Is that even safe?” I asked him.

  He sheepishly shrugged. “Probably not,” he confessed.

  I heaved a sigh. He glanced up at me from beneath his lashes with a sweet smile on his face that eased some of my worries. “At least everyone here knows me, so if I ever break down, I won’t be stranded.”

  I shot him a deadpan look. A lot worse things could happen with him in that car than it just breaking down on the side of the road.

  He giggled and rushed to his car. Shaking my head, I slid into the driver’s seat of the truck and waited for him to pull out before I followed behind him.

  2

  Noah

  I couldn’t believe he was home.

  He was here.

  After four years, I was finally getting to see Lincoln face to face instead of through a phone or computer screen. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest when I saw him sitting there at the bar, staring at me like he always did—with that intensity that felt like he could see right through me to the very depths of my soul that wanted to latch onto him and never let go.

  Lincoln had always been super overprotective of me, but I’d always secretly loved it. He was a giant and rude to most, but to me, he was just a gentle giant. He was always soft and tender toward me, and it made me fall in love with him so easily.

  But I knew a man like him—a successful one at that—wouldn’t realistically want anything to do with a tiny little twink like me that would forever be stuck in this small town. I mean, hell, I didn’t even come up to his shoulder.

  But that just meant I got the best hugs in the world. And I’m telling you, Lincoln’s hugs were seriously the freaking best. Because when he wrapped me up in those big, burly arms, I was safe from the entire fucking world.

  I pulled into the driveway of the house I was renting and killed my engine. I knew from one look that Lincoln hadn’t liked my car, and I knew it was because he was worried about how safe it really was. But it was all I could afford. I was trying to save everything I could to hopefully one day make it out of this town. My parents had offered for me to go with them when they moved a year after Lincoln left, but I’d wanted to prove to myself that I could make it without their support.

  Though some days, I sorely regretted that streak of independence.

  I slid out of my car and smiled at Lincoln when he slid out of his truck

, his duffel bag in his other hand. I led him to the front porch and inserted my key, turning the lock. As we walked in, I flicked on the light. I didn’t have much, but it was home, and I loved it.

  “Very you,” Lincoln commented. I’d shown him the house as I decorated it over the years since I’d been living here, but I knew it was different seeing things in person.

  I mean, God, it was different seeing him in person. I hadn’t been prepared for how much fucking larger he’d gotten. Lincoln was huge and packed with muscles.

  “You want any pie?” I asked him. “I have a homemade apple pie I made earlier today.”

  Lincoln groaned. “Like how your mom used to make?” he asked as he set his duffel bag down to follow me into the kitchen.

  “Same recipe,” I assured him. I made an apple pie every Thanksgiving because I knew how much he loved it. And on Thanksgiving, he and I would always Facetime, and I would eat a slice for him. It was like a ritual for us.

  “Please,” he begged.

  I took a slice from the pie and put it on a plate before handing it to him. He took a bite and moaned low in his throat, that moan seeming to rumble from him and right into my cock, making me stiffen in my jeans.

  I quickly turned to face the counter and slowly cut myself a slice while I waited on my dick to soften a little, though it was definitely hard with him standing so close that I could feel his body heat.

  Why, oh why, did my best friend have to affect me like this?

  “How long are you home?” I finally asked, turning to face him once I was sure he wouldn’t be able to see my half-hard cock in my skin-tight jeans.

  “Until Saturday,” he told me. “Deployment,” he added on.

  I frowned. I hated deployment. He was always quieter. And while I understood it, it didn’t mean I had to like it.

  “Oh,” I said softly.

  Linc set his empty plate down and stepped toward me, taking my pie from my hands, too, setting it down next to his. I swallowed thickly as he crowded me in against the counter, his body pressing into mine. I barely bit back a moan. My dick stiffened, and I only prayed he didn’t notice.

  Craning my head back to look up at him, I worried my bottom lip. “Linc?” I asked shakily.

  “Fuck it all,” he groaned. Then, he gripped the back of my neck, leaned down, and pressed his lips to mine.

  I moaned into the kiss and curved into him, my arms reaching up to twine around his neck as I rose on my tiptoes. Everything else ceased to matter but how perfect he felt against me and his lips moving with mine. But all too soon, he pulled back, and I whimpered when he licked the seam of my lips.

  I slowly opened my eyes, locking them on his. His dark eyes were almost black, and his breathing was a bit labored.

  “I came home for a specific reason,” he told me raggedly. “I came home for you. You are the only fucking thing that would ever make me come back to this shit hole,” he confessed. I swallowed thickly and licked my kiss-swollen lips. My heart was beating erratically in my chest at his confession. “I’ve been in love with you since the moment you tripped and landed right in my arms,” he told me.

  My eyes widened in alarm. I remembered that day like it was yesterday; it was the day we met. I’d been walking up to the school and had been looking down at my phone instead of where in the hell I should have been going. I’d tripped over a raised part of the sidewalk. My phone had flown from my hand, and I squealed.

  And landed right in his arms since he’d crouched to catch me.

  It was the moment I’d fallen in love with him—quite literally. I had, of course, admired him from afar. He was always standoffish and a bit of an asshole. Because of that, I’d never had the guts to even think about talking to him.

  But that day, he’d smiled at me and righted me onto my feet, and then he proceeded to check me over for any injuries.

  We’d been inseparable since then.

  “You really mean that?” I whispered, reaching up to brush my fingers against his jaw. It was rough and prickly with stubble, and I suddenly wanted to feel his rough jaw against the rest of my body.

  “Yes, I fucking mean that,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at me.

  I giggled. He was so hot when he got grumpy.

  He arched a brow at me. “You laughing at me, baby boy?”

  I imagined if I had ovaries, they’d have exploded right then. I knew the endearment baby boy would make me do whatever this man desired.

  I flushed and sheepishly shrugged. With a deep rumble of possession, he grasped my chin and slanted his lips across mine again.

  3

  Lincoln

  I growled and gripped the back of Noah’s thighs, lifting him up onto the counter. He panted into my mouth as I yanked him close to me, our cocks rubbing together. The sound of his whimper just about made me come undone. Those needy little sounds—I never wanted him to stop making them.

  I kept our mouths glued together and let him rut against me, chasing his orgasm, his hands tangling in my hair as we kissed hard and hungrily. I couldn’t fucking get enough of him.

  “Linc,” my pretty boy whimpered into my mouth, his body beginning to tremble.

  “Not yet,” I rasped. I needed to see him cum, and not in his fucking jeans.

  I lifted him off the counter and carried him down the hall to where I knew his bedroom was. After watching him carry his phone all around his house while he’d Facetimed me numerous times, I knew my way around this place.

  His full-size bed was in the middle of his bedroom. He had a purple comforter on top and glow-in-the-dark stars all over the ceiling. It was so fucking him, and I loved it.

  I laid him out over the bed and stood up, staring down at him for a moment, taking him in. He looked so perfect—swollen lips, heaving chest, flushed skin.

  After shrugging off my jacket, I gripped the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head. He whined low in his throat as he ran his hungry eyes over my bare chest and abs. He made a grabbing motion with his hands, and I smiled, leaning over him, my hands on either side of his head.

  “Patience, babe,” I whispered against his lips, biting back a moan when he ran his hands over my chest, his fingers sliding through the hair on my chest. He tugged for a moment before releasing me, and my cock leaked precum at the pain.

  I stood back up and kicked my boots off before peeling off my uniform pants and socks, leaving me naked in front of him, my cock slapping up against my belly. Noah arched his back at the mere sight of me. It took every bit of my restraint not to crowd him on that bed and fuck him.

  I wanted him so fucking badly.

  I slowly made work of the buttons on his shirt, torturing us both, but I wanted to take my time with him while I could. Because I had a feeling that once I had my baby boy bare beneath me, my control was going to fucking snap like a weak ass rubber band pulled way too damn tight.

  Once his shirt was open, I pushed it off his shoulders. He was just as small as I remembered, and I ran my hands over him, learning every bit of his smooth, unblemished skin.

  Perfect. He was absolutely fucking perfect.

  I unsnapped his jeans next, and just like I thought, he was wearing a jockstrap, which was currently damp from the precum leaking from his slit. I mouthed at his shaft over the cloth, and he cried out, his fingers plunging into my hair. “Linc!” he gasped out.

  I pulled his jeans off and then his jockstrap before sucking him deep into the back of my throat. He moaned loudly and began to thrust into my mouth. He wasn’t big—perfect for his small size. I easily took him all the way, burrowing my nose against his pubes as I swallowed around his shaft.

  A choked scream of my name ripped from his throat as he came down my throat. I continued sucking at him until he softened and slipped from my lips. I leaned up on my hands and grinned at him, licking my lips. He was breathing harshly, his eyes shut.

  I tenderly brushed his hair back from his face. “You okay, baby boy?”

 

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