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"But I think you'll like this surprise."
"Doubt it."
He leans in closer, his tone gentle. "Do you trust me?"
I nod without hesitation. "Yes."
"Great." He tugs playfully on a stray curl. "Sit back and enjoy the ride."
Just as we're getting lost in our little moment, the bathroom door suddenly swings open, and Marshall's imposing figure barges in, followed by the abrupt slam of the door behind him. His eyes widen as he takes in the unexpected scene.
He stammers, "Were you guys fucking?"
Lincoln shoots him a withering glare while I shout, "No!"
Lincoln steps forward, still locking eyes with Marshall. "We were just leaving," he informs him, his tone brooking no argument. "Get the hell out of the way, Marsh."
Marshall holds his hands up in a futile attempt to stop us from leaving. "Woah. I need help."
I can't help but be curious. "With what?"
His expression is one of desperation. "I slept with this girl, and now she thinks I'm her boyfriend, and I'm not her boyfriend! I told her the deal before it happened, but she won't leave me alone. I need help!"
I can't suppress a wry grin. This man certainly gets around, and though there's nothing inherently wrong with that, it seems like his past actions are coming back to haunt him. I find it a bit amusing.
Lincoln, with an eye roll, gives a blunt response. "Man, we can't help you with that."
Marshall reaches up and tugs at his long hair in frustration. "You never want to help me! I need you, brother!"
Lincoln offers a piece of advice as he pushes Marshall out of the way, finally clearing our path to the door. "You're an idiot. Treat girls better, and you won't have these issues."
Seizing the opportunity while Marshall is momentarily distracted, we quicken our pace and exit the bathroom, making our way down the hallway.
Marshall's voice echoes behind us, filled with frustration. "Thanks for nothing, Linc! I expected more out of you, Sutton!"
Normally, I'd be eager to help Marshall out, but right now, something more important is on my mind. We say our goodbyes and swiftly make our exit from the party. Lincoln has a one-track mind, and his singular focus is getting me alone in his room.
As we burst through the door to Lincoln's bedroom, he wastes no time in getting down to business. My clothes are practically torn from my body in record time, and he guides me toward the only window in his room. This window provides a clear view of the front of the house, including the driveway, the road, and the house across the street.
I assume he'll close the curtains, but he surprises me by pulling on the dangling cord and yanking up the blinds. The outside world is unveiled to us, leaving me standing completely naked in full view. Anyone who happened to look could easily spot us.
Lincoln takes both of my hands and places them on either side of my head. Leaning in, he whispers, "Don't move those hands, sweetheart."
Running his hands up and down my body, I moan at the sensation of his large, familiar hands on my skin. In this daring moment, I can't help but anticipate what his surprise might be.
* * *
LINCOLN
Sutton's body is beautifully displayed, her hands pressed against the glass on either side of her head, and the fact that she's completely naked adds to the moment.
"Bend at the waist for me," I tell her with a husky tone. "Flash me that gorgeous pussy."
She moans at my words and eagerly complies, arching her back and pushing her ass out further for me. I run my hands over her slight curves, sliding a hand over her hip to cup her pussy with one hand while holding her in place by her hip with the other.
I slide my middle finger between her slick lips, gliding over her sensitive clit to reach her opening. Sutton is incredibly wet, and I can't help but groan at the effortless way my finger slides into her soaked pussy.
"You're so wet for me, sweetheart," I murmur.
