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“Absolutely.” I held up my hand and waved.
After he pulled down the driveway, Brinkley turned to me. “Look at you. You’re going with him to see the school?”
“It’s not a big deal,” I said, avoiding her stare.
“You’re a big softy, Captain.”
She ran for the back door, and I chased her. I scooped her up and dropped her onto the couch, hovering over her.
“Do I strike you as a softy?” I teased as I thrust my erection against her.
She laughed and tugged me down before my mouth crashed into hers.
When I pulled back, she glanced at her wrist to check the time. “Shit. I’ve got to grab a fast shower and then pick up Gracie from preschool. My parents weren’t able to pick her up today, so I’m going to go get her.”
“I’ll come with you,” I said, scooping her up and carrying her toward the bedroom.
I set her down on the bathroom counter, and her lips turned up in the corners. “Really? We’re going to the Tipsy Tea; you sure you want to come with us?”
“I am.” I smirked before turning on the shower as we both stripped our clothes off and stepped in.
Obviously, we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves, so showering together was my new favorite thing. I pressed her against the wall and thrust into her, as my lips found hers.
We were like a finely tuned ship. We could go at it for hours, or we could find our release in minutes. Our bodies fit together like they were made for one another.
We quickly dried off, and Brinkley slicked her hair back into a bun at the nape of her neck. She dabbed a little gloss on her lips, did something to her eyelashes, and we were out the door.
I’d insisted on driving, so we’d moved the car seat thingy into my car. Brinkley guided me to the school and talked me through the pickup line. I’d never heard of a drive-through where you got a child at the end of the line, but I also had very little experience with children.
“There she is,” Brinkley said as she rolled the window down and waved.
A woman escorted Gracie to the car. She was probably the cutest kid I’d ever seen. She wore a navy plaid jumper, a white blouse beneath, and some navy knee socks. Her hair was pulled up in two buns on top of her head. But she wasn’t donning the big smile she’d worn the last time I’d seen her.
“Have a good one. We’ll see you tomorrow, Gracie,” the woman said.
“Goodbye,” Gracie said quietly. “Hi, Auntie Brinks and Links.”
Brinkley glanced at me, her brows cinched together as I pulled out of the circular drive and headed toward downtown.
“Hey, how was your day?”
“Fine.”
“Fine? It’s not like you to be this quiet. Did something happen today?”
She didn’t respond. I glanced in my rearview mirror as I pulled in front of the tea place, and Gracie just stared out the window.
“Something is up,” Brinkley whispered close to my ear before she unbuckled herself.
We got out of the car and walked into the Tipsy Tea, which was some sort of little girl store, and everything was pink and floral. It smelled like watermelon bubblegum. An elderly woman walked over, and Brinkley introduced me.
“This is Matilda. She owns this gorgeous store. Matilda, this is Lincoln.”
“Nice to meet you, Lincoln. Congrats on signing with the Thunderbirds. We’ll miss you playing for San Francisco, but my husband and I will be cheering you on all the same this year.”
“I appreciate it.”
“I’m guessing it’s a special day with Auntie Brinks, and you’ll get to pick out a lovely prize?” Matilda bent down to greet Gracie before shooting a look at Brinkley.
