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I push end call, hanging up on Jenna.
I put the phone back in my pocket, then go to look down to where Linc is but find he is now standing right in front of me. His right arm stretches out above my left shoulder, with his hand pushing against the doorframe, while he looks down at me, grinning from ear to ear. “Hot biker guy, huh?”
“Ummm....well,” I stammer, looking down at the floor embarrassed. Linc lifts his left hand, then gently placing it under my chin, he tilts my head so I have to look in his eyes.God, those beautiful eyes.
My thighs clench and I know I’m now blushing for a whole other reason. He smiles just before he puts his lips against mine and mutters, “You’re not so bad yourself, beautiful.” Then he begins tracing my bottom lip with his tongue, causing my lips to part as a strange sound escapes from my throat. Taking advantage, he dips his tongue in between my lips. His right arm glides down from the doorjamb to the back of my head, grabbing my hair to hold my head in place, as his left arm trails down my side, landing at my waist, pushing me into him. His kiss becomes harder and more passionate as his tongue intertwines with mine. My legs go weak from what he’s doing to me and just before I think I am going to pass out, he breaks the kiss. Letting go of my hair but still holding me against him with the arm he has at my waist, he looks down into my eyes for several seconds before he backs up, releasing me to stand on my own. His eyes still glued to mine, he nods his head slightly down at the floor and says, “Make sure you clean that up.” Then he turns and leaves me standing there, a melted puddle of goo.
13
LINCOLN
Back in my condo, I head to the bedroom to change out of my wet clothes from falling in the water C spilled in the hallway. Putting on a clean T-shirt and sweatpants, I start to wonder what the fuck is up with this girl. I know she has not been with many guys, if any at all. She was definitely turned on both times I’ve kissed her, and damn, that sound she makes, it's the sexiest thing I have ever heard. Naïve, and innocent. I want that delicacy more than anything. She was tense like she didn't know what to do with her hands, acted like she was scared she would do something wrong. A virgin who sells weed? No way. No one as cute and sexy as this girl, who is dealing with people like Billy, is a virgin...right?
I wonder if she is down there cleaning up the spilled water? Hmmm, I should go see, talk to her, find out some more about her. Going back into my living room, I grab my cell phone off the coffee table and switch it to vibrate, placing it in the pocket of my sweatpants. Going over to the door, I slowly open it, peeking out down to the second-floor landing. She’s down there cleaning up the mess, just like I told her. Good girl. She has her back to me, on her hands and knees, wiping up the water with paper towels. Stepping out, I quietly walk down the stairs and sit on the bottom step to watch. She’s wearing a tight dark blue tank top that hugs the curves of her tits, outlining them perfectly. The firm round globes of her ass are pushing against the fabric of the white skimpy shorts she’s wearing so hard, they cause them to ride up just enough to show their round bottoms. Watching her tits and ass shake as she wipes back and forth with the paper towels over the floor has my dick getting hard. “Umpph.” I cough to get her attention.
Startled, her head shoots around and her eyes go wide when she sees me. “Uh...hi...how long have you been there?” she asks, her face turning bright red with embarrassment as she notices I am staring at her ass.
Licking my lips I mutter, “Not long enough.” She sighs as she turns back around and finishes wiping up the last bit of water. “I'm sorry,” I say chuckling, I’ve obviously made her nervous, again. I can’t help myself, when I push her outside of her comfort zone, I get a glimpse of that naïve woman and it undoes me. Being around women who have been with dozens of men, not afraid to show their bodies, and will do anything for attention… inexperienced seems to entice me.
“Are you?” she retorts, putting the pile of wet paper towels in a trash bag she has sitting in her open doorway.
“Maybe.” I’m not. “But don't forget I was the one flat on my ass a few minutes ago, so really this just makes us even,” I say, pointing to the landing floor.
“Yes, you were.” She giggles almost t herself as if it’s funny, then stands up. “I'm really sorry about that. Are you okay?”
“I'll live.” I nod smiling. Leaning back on the step behind me, I place my hands behind my head and go straight into my questioning.
“Why do you do it?”
“Do what?” she asks confused.
“Give weed to cancer patients.”
“Who told you that?” she asks, leaning against the wall. Her shoulders tense, and the vein in her neck pulses with fear.
“Who do you think?” I ask, grinning.
“Billy told you how it works?” she asks, but it’s really more like clarifying.
I nod yes and reply, “I know you work for a flower shop, and you hide the stuff in vases of flowers, then deliver them to the person.”
“Fucking Billy....idiot,” she mutters, shaking her head.
“Well, I won't argue that, but you need to understand Billy and I live by a code where there are no secrets.”
“No secrets? What? Like married people lying in bed telling each other about their deepest darkest truths during some pillow talk?” she sasses.
“Easy, sweetheart, remember what I did to you the last time you pissed me off.” I wave my palm at her. God, I want to do it again, to hear her supple cries, real ones. Not the shit women at the club do when I spank them. They watch too much porn, moaning and loud. It’s annoying.
Her face turns red, clearly remembering the spanking I gave her. Looking down at the floor, she chews on her bottom lip for a few seconds and then continues, “Have you ever seen anyone going through treatments for cancer?”
“No, I haven't.”
“Well, they take you as close to death as you can get without really killing you, but you wish someone would.”
I nod, I don't have any way to argue what she is saying.
“How long have you been doing it?”
