His lips twitched as his molten gaze drifted lower. “Well, I’d hate for you to die before I have the chance to make good on my plans.”
And then he leaned in, our mouths colliding. He tasted of whiskey and sin and every promise he’d ever made. We were greedy as we moved together, each of us taking our fill, and I couldn’t get enough.
It’d been so long, and yet it almost seemed as though no time had passed—like there hadn’t been a year and a thousand miles keeping us apart. We fit together like a perfect pair, and I didn’t know how I’d been able to walk away the first time.
I’d been a stupid, reckless fool, but I didn’t have to be. I could stay and fight for Lincoln, for us, for a future filled with laughter, passion, andlove.
That word was flashing before my eyes like the bright neon sign that had brought me to him for the first time.
His tongue slipped in, caressing my own with a gentle touch, before he kissed me one last time and pulled back. “You’re gonna kill me, woman,” he whispered, curling his hands in my hair at the base of my neck. “But what a way to go.”
Lincoln’s smile was bright as we both laughed. I leaned in on instinct, capturing his lips once more before stepping away. If we didn’t stop, I didn’t know if I’d be able to. We were toeing dangerously at a line he hadn’t wanted to cross.
Reaching over, I grabbed the bottle and returned it to my dad’s hiding spot, considerably less full than when we’d pulled it down. Lincoln was warm behind me as he slid his hands around my waist. He dipped his hands into my pockets and pulled me back against him.
Holy shit.
I let my head fall back against his shoulder. “You’re not playing fair,” I groaned.
He chuckled and pressed his hips against my ass again so that I could feel his arousal. “I just didn’t want you to go thinking I didn’t want you,” he whispered. “Because I may be a gentleman right now, but make no mistake, darlin’... When I fuck you again, you won’t be able to walk straight the next morning. You’ll remember exactly what it feels like to be worshipped by a man who cares about your pleasure. I’ll happily spend hours with my tongue in your sweet, little cunt to prove my point.”
“Are you sure you don’t want that right now?” I panted, squirming against his erection.
And then he was gone, leaving me hot and desperate and squirming. I spun around to see him walking backward with a wicked grin. His cock pressed against the zipper of his jeans. I wanted to free it, to take it in my hand and stroke his delicious length. “Oh, I do, but I like this, too. Seeing you undone for me is something I’ll never tire of. Hell, maybe I just wanna see you beg a little.”
I’d do it right now if I thought it’d make a difference. God, how I wanted him. It was a need unlike any other.
“But—”
“No,” Lincoln said, shaking his head. He held out his bandagedhand for me to take. “Now, I’m gonna walk you back to the house—probably stealing a kiss or two on the way—and say goodnight because you are way too fucking tempting.”
And that’s exactly what he did.
He took my hand and led me from Dad’s office, kissing me five times before we’d made it to the door. Each time his lips brushed mine, I felt my walls crumble a little bit more, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t mind the destruction it left in its wake.
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. . .
I wokethe next morning feeling lighter than I had in a very long time. The weight of the past year, with all its shadows and storms, had finally begun to lift. And at the end of the tunnel, shining brighter than anything, was Josie.
Okay, so I might have gone to bed—and woke up, for that matter—with the biggest case of blue balls I’d ever experienced. Instead of having my woman in my arms, I was greeted by three snoring men. I stared up at the underside of the bunk above me, pressing down on my dick tenting in my briefs.
Every ounce of willpower I had was spent walking away last night. It’d been a goddamn nightmare, but I wanted to do things right with Josie. She deserved more than anyone had ever given her—a love so complete and unrelenting that she’d finally understand what it meant to be cared for without caveats.
Not that I knew what I was doing. Maybe I’d fuck it up before I even had the chance to try, but I’d give her everything I had.
The trill of my alarm went off, and I silenced it before looking at my notifications. I smiled at the text messages waiting for me.
Josie:
I know you said I didn’t have to thank you, but I want to try again. Thank you, Lincoln, not just for Ellis but for everything else.
Josie:
Will you come by in the morning for breakfast? Dad’s gonna make the works like he always does, and it’s always way too much for us.
Josie:
