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“Yes! Linc.”
I move faster, wishing she weren’t still wearing my shirt, but not willing to stop long enough to remove it. Instead, I manage to push it up high enough to expose one of her gorgeous tits. I squeeze it in my hand, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp.
“Touch your clit,” I command.
Harlow immediately reaches down between us and begins rubbing herself in fast circles as I continue to fuck her hard and fast. I know I’m getting close to the edge, but I need her to go over it with me. I can feel the telltale tightening in my balls that signals my orgasm is close, but I force myself to hold on for a little longer.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I say through gritted teeth. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She moans, her fingers working faster on her clit.
“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. Come for me. Let me feel it.”
Harlow’s mouth drops open on a silent cry and at last, I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock as her orgasm hits. Her eyes close and I swallow her cries with a kiss as I feel her come undone around me. I don’t stop, thrusting again and again into her tight pussy until I can’t hold back my own orgasm any longer. My knees threaten to give out and a groan is ripped from my throat as I come, holding her tightly against me as I pour out my release.
I stand there, holding Harlow against me, my cock still deep inside her while we both catch our breath. I kiss her lips, lingering for a moment. I don’t want this moment to end. I don’t want to sever the connection with her. I don’t want to let her go. Ever. I love being with her. I love having sex with her. I love just spending time with her. It hits me hard, like a punch to the gut. I love her. I’m in love with this woman I’m holding in my arms. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. It fills me with a sense of peace. I love Harlow. Now that I understand that, everything else feels so simple.
I kiss her temple before lifting her off me and lowering her so she can stand. I want to tell her what I just realized, but I don’t know if it’s the right time. I don’t know if it would scare her away. It’s only been a month since we started dating. Hell, she only called herself my girlfriend tonight for the first time. It might be too soon to throw around words like love. Besides, I plan to be with Harlow for as long as she’ll have me. I don’t need to rush things now and risk screwing them up. We waited nearly 20 years for this. We can wait a bit longer.
Harlow sighs, leaning forward to rest her head against my chest.
“Wow,” she whispers, making me smile.
Since I can’t tell her I love her yet, I settle for telling her how amazing she is.
“You’re incredible,” I say, letting some of the wonder I feel creep into my voice.
We adjust our clothing and make our way up to my bathroom. I pull her into the shower with me and take my time helping her wash in between gentle kisses and soft touches. I can’t get enough of her lips on mine, her soft skin against my fingertips. When we tumble into bed, Harlow reaches for me, wordlessly pulling my arms around her and snuggling into my chest. I hold her to me as she falls asleep, cherishing the feel of her in my arms. In my head, I repeat the words I can’t say yet.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Chapter 28
Linc
I’m in the middle of wiring an electrical outlet for a customer’s new bathroom when my cellphone rings. Stopping what I’m doing, I pull the phone from my pocket to see that the call is from Peach Tree Elementary School. As always happens when Ella’s school calls, I feel an immediate jolt of worry shoot through me. Is she sick? Is she hurt? Did something awful happen at the school? I swipe the screen to answer the call before all the possibilities can drive me insane.
“Hello?”
“May I please speak to Lincoln Prescott?” a friendly, woman’s voice asks.
“This is Lincoln Prescott,” I say.
“Mr. Prescott, I’m calling because Ella got into a fight at school today. Now, she’s not hurt, but you’re going to have to come pick her up and have a meeting with the principal.”
The first thing that hits me is disbelief. Ella? In a fight? There’s no way. She’s never been in any kind of trouble at school, let alone for fighting. This has to be a mistake.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Ella’s never been a fighter.”
“Yes, Mr. Prescott,” comes the woman’s voice. “We’re sure. We can discuss the details when you get to the school. How long do you think you’ll be?”
I blink. Well. I don’t suppose I’m getting much information out of her.
“I’ll be there in 20 minutes,” I say.
