A mixture of mischief and want flit across his features as he leans back against the couch.
“I’ve waited this long,” he says. “Besides, I’ve got my sights on something sweeter.”
“Is that right?”
“Baby, I’ll take your pussy over your mouth any day. Now, go get dressed before I call Cobra and tell him we’ve made other plans.”
I know I’m playing with fire but, sue me—I don’t remember the last time I had an orgasm. Up until now, I’ve been able to control my attraction to Linc. I was too hurt and too angry to want him but now, the ice around my heart is starting to melt and my vagina has decided she’s done being on strike.
“Just so we’re on the same page, what would those other plans be?”
“You naked and riding my face.”
“I wanted to be sure,” I say swallowing. “I’ll go get dressed.”
“Later, then,” he says with a wink. “Oh, and Pinky, while you’re in the shower don’t do my job,” he warns. “I’ll know if you’ve touched what’s mine.”
Holy mother of God!
It’s like he’s inviting me to finger myself in the shower.
Part of me wants to defy his wishes, while the other part knows it will be much more rewarding if he’s the one getting me off. As I climb the stairs, I chastise myself for my illicit thoughts. Making my way toward the bathroom, I start to wonder just how bad of an idea, getting naked with Linc might be. Deciding to throw caution to the wind and let the chips fall where they may, I step into the shower. I’m not going to over analyze things tonight. This is a first for us. Going out with couples even though technically, we’re not a couple. I don’t want to ruin tonight by abiding by some set of imaginary rules. I’m going to follow my gut and go with what feels right. If I happen to end up straddling Linc’s face, so be it.
Stepping out of the shower, I make my way to Nico’s room. Since my arrival, the simple space has turned into a tornado of clothes. Grabbing a pair of jeans, a simple white tank and my favorite leather jacket that resembles the British flash, I dress. Staring at the alarm clock next to the bed, I decide there isn’t much time to style my hair and opt to slick it back in a high ponytail. Next, I take the first tube of lipstick I find, a dark crimson shade, and apply it to my lips. Quickly, I brush a coat of mascara onto my already long eyelashes and slip my feet into my favorite pair of riding boots.
By the time I make my way down the stairs, Linc is standing at the door. Slowly he turns around and I watch his eyes travel up my body. The heat in his eyes makes me wet and I regret the decision not to relieve myself in the shower.
“You’re in for it tonight,” he growls as I reach the final step. Extending his arm, he takes my hand and pulls me close to him. “You’re beautiful, you know that.”
“What I know is you’re trying real hard to get me naked,” I tease, as his breath mingles with mine.
“Is it working?”
“Guess we have to wait to find out,” I rasp. He dips his head and I hold my breath as his mouth inches closer to mine. Teasingly, he kisses the corner of my mouth. A groan slips past my lips and he grins devilishly.
“It’s going to be a long night,” he murmurs, leaning back.
It sure as fuck is.
Cobra emerges, taking Linc’s walker and shoving it into the back of his SUV. It takes some time for Linc to get down the few steps but, he does it with no assistance from me or Cobra. Reaching the truck, Linc and I slide into the back seat. Before Cobra pulls away from the curb, Linc laces our fingers together.
“There’s a change in plans,” Cobra reveals. His eyes meet Linc’s in the rearview mirror. “The Crazy Taco is closed.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Linc retorts.
“Nope, he went there this afternoon to speak with the manager about tonight and there was a sign taped to the door.”
“Wait a minute, why’d he go there to talk to the manager?”
Cobra eyes Celeste and I watch as a grin spreads across her face. Meandering as best as her protruding belly will allow, she glances at us.
“Stryker’s proposing to Gina tonight,” she squeals.
“No shit,” Linc says unable to suppress the grin. Squeezing my hand, he turns to me. “That’s huge for him,” he explains. “He did a tour in Iraq and struggles with PTSD on a daily basis. For a while, he wouldn’t allow himself to get close to Gina. He thought he didn’t deserve her,” he adds, cocking his head to the side as he stares at me.
“What made him see the light?”
“He accepted that she didn’t need a hero, she just needed him.”
Suddenly, I’m not so sure we’re talking about Stryker and Gina anymore. Drawing in a deep breath, he tears his eyes from me and looks to the front of the SUV.
“So, now where are we going?” he questions.
“Deuce got us a table at O’Neill’s it’s an Irish pub on Forest Avenue,” Celeste supplies. “And at ten o’clock a band is going on.”
“Anyone good?” Linc asks.
“Wait for it,” Cobra mutters, earning him a playful nudge from his girl.
“The Amish Outlaws are playing,” Celeste replies, turning to me. “Wait until you hear these guys,” she exclaims. “Me and some of the nurses caught their set a year or so ago and they were amazing. Picture a bunch of guys dressed like Amish folk, rocking out to Bon Jovi. They sing everything though. I mean the bald guy does a mean cover of Andrea Bocelli.”
Her excitement is contagious.
I can’t wait,” I tell her with a smile.
“So, wait, he’s going to propose with the Amish cover band playing in the background?”
“You offering to step-up and belt out a tune?” Cobra challenges.
“It was just a question,” Linc says.
“You should,” I tell him, squeezing his hand. His eyes find mine and I wink at him. “I bet you can give those Amish fella’s a run for their money if you sang Don’t Stop Believin’.
“You know, Linc,” Celeste starts. “I’m always hearing how good of a singer you are from this guy,” she continues jutting her thumb toward Cobra. “You should do it.”
“Nah,” he says with a lopsided grin. “I’m retired.”
Collectively we let it go but I secretly wish he does sing. I miss Linc’s voice. I miss seeing him be one with the music.
It doesn’t take long before we arrive at O’Neill’s and meet the other couples. Once we’re seated and the first round of drinks are dispersed, I grow quiet. Taking in my surroundings and the way everyone seems to fit. The couples, the men, and the women all play off one another like they’ve known each other forever. I notice that Stryker and Gina are total opposites. He’s rough around the edges and she’s perfectly polished yet, somehow, they’re perfect for one another.
Then, there is Cobra and Celeste. Loving one another since they were fourteen-years-old, they’re the couple that finishes each other’s sentences. At first glance, one might think Cobra is the most intimidating out of all the men. But, then he places his hand on Celeste’s belly and anyone with a pair of working eyes can tell he’s a teddy bear around his girls. His eyes light every time their daughter, Skylar is mentioned and the way he looks at Celeste makes me wonder if they’ll be next to get married.
Deuce and Ally might be my favorite though. I was afraid to meet Ally after hearing what she had gone through. I feared I would look at her differently than I look at the other girls or possibly say or do something that would upset her. I imagined a girl who saw as much pain and suffering as she did, must have triggers and worried I might do something unintentionally to set them off. However, Ally was nothing like I expected. She was funny and, she smiled more than anyone sitting around the table. My heart grew heavy when she ordered three different entrees simply because she could. Ally wanted the full Irish pub experience, and no one was going to stop her from getting it. Watching her and Deuce, I decided they were the real deal. Their story was as beautiful as the others, b
ut it was also inspiring. It was a story of survival and second chances.
The three couples all had a rough go at getting their happy endings, but you would never know it by looking at them. In an ugly world, they found their beautiful. If I wasn’t already sure I found mine, I would’ve searched high and low after spending the evening with them. Instead, I turned to Linc and in front of his brothers and sisters, I kissed him.
I claimed my beautiful too.
Right there in O’Neill’s with the Amish Outlaws playing a cover of another beloved Journey song.
Life isn’t a song.
It’s a soundtrack.
The first track on mine and Linc’s will always be, Don’t Stop Believin’
And when it ends, the last track that plays will be Faithfully.
“Right down the line, it’s been you and me,” I whisper the lyrics against his lips.
“Lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be.”
Breaking the kiss, Linc touches his forehead to mine. Cradling my face in his hands, he stares into my eyes and gives me the gift of his voice.
“Oh girl, you stand by me,” he sings. “I’m forever yours, faithfully.”
The song continues telling the tale of two star-crossed lovers who stood by each other’s side and got the joy of rediscovering their love for one another. It’s a song fit to tell a beautiful love story like ours.
The final chords drift into the air and the sound of Stryker’s voice brings us back to the moment. Turning our attention to the front of the bar, we watch the beautiful unravel as Stryker gets down on one knee and presents five facts to Gina before asking her to be his wife.
When you think the world is horrible, when you want to give up remember around every dark corner there is light to be found.
Reach out and grab your beautiful.
Hold on tight.
Always and forever, hold on tight.
-Thirty-two-
LINC
As happy as I was for Stryker and Gina, I couldn’t wait to call it a night. Between the playful banter Kelly and I started the night with and the way she kissed me in front of everyone, I was done waiting for hell and ready to claim heaven.
Like the song that played, I couldn’t wait to rediscover everything about her. Her taste, the way she felt from the inside out, the noises she made and the way she came apart under my touch. Kelly couldn’t wait either. It was obvious in the way she stared at me, the way she kept clenching her thighs and licking her lips.
The ride back to Wolf’s seemed to drag, and I wondered if Celeste and Cobra would mind if we got a head start in their back seat. I managed to refrain, knowing once I got started there was no stopping me and the things I planned on doing to Kelly didn’t require an audience.
They require a fucking strip of condoms and a supply of KY.
Thankfully Wolf was nowhere to be found when we arrived home but to be honest, not even he could stop me from what I was about to do to his niece. Closing the door, there was no question as to where Kelly should go. She bypassed the stairs and made a beeline for my room. Following behind, I moved as quickly as the walker would allow. Once we reached my room, I propped it against the closed door and turned the lock on the knob.
A heavy silence passed between us as she turned to face me. I watched the rise and fall of her chest and her eyes as they drifted toward my walker. Swallowing, she lifted her gaze to me.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” she whispers.
Shrugging out of my cut, I drape it over the front of the walker and stride toward the bed. Sitting at the foot of it, I widen my legs and stare up at her. Crooking my finger, I beckon her with my eyes. Shedding her leather jacket, it drops to the floor as she steps forward and closes the distance between us. Standing between my legs, she braces her hands on my shoulders.
“I’m sure,” I growl, winding an arm around her waist. “It’s been too long, Kelly. Too fucking long not being able to touch you,” I continue, flicking the top button of her jeans. “To see you and taste you,” I add, dipping my fingers under the waistband of her jeans. “Now, take your clothes off for me. Let me see what’s mine.”
Leaning back, I press the heel of my palm against my raging cock and watch as she takes two steps back. Her fingers reach for the hem of her tank top and slowly she inches it up her flat stomach, over her lace covered tits. In one fluid motion, the simple white top is on the floor. Her skin shines like silk as she hooks her thumbs through the belt loops of her jeans.
Keeping our eyes locked she kicks off her boots and swivels her hips in a circle. The denim slides down her hips, over her round ass and down her toned thighs. She pauses when they reach her ankles and turns her back to me. Bending over, her ass perched high in the air, she drags the denim down the rest of the way.
Kicking away the jeans, she stands tall and arches her back before turning around. Her eyes meet mine.
“Is this what you want?” she whispers huskily, stepping toward me. “Tell me, Linc. Give me your filthy promises,” she demands. Reaching me, she bends forward and braces her hands on my thighs. Falling to her knees between my legs, she runs her hands up the insides of my thighs. “I’ll beg if you want me to.”
“Get up,” I growl, threading my fingers through her hair. Fisting the ends, I give them a tug and draw her off her knees. “First, I want your mouth,” I demand, bringing her deep in the v of my legs. Cradling the back of her head I guide her mouth down to mine and when our lips touch, I unleash two years of lost time into her mouth. Dipping my tongue past her parted lips, I stroke her with purpose and determination. Her taste comes alive on my tongue. Sweet and sultry, my two favorite flavors.
The heat radiating between our bodies, sparks that live wire and I suck her lower lip into my mouth before grazing my teeth over the swollen flesh. Her tongue sneaks out, begging for more contact and teasingly I pull away.
The whimper that escapes the back of her throat excites me and makes my cock painfully hard. My balls tighten as I untangle my hands from her hair and slip my fingers under the straps of her bra. Tugging the elastic down to her elbows, her full tits spill from the lace and her darkened nipples stand at attention.
“Now, your tits,” I growl, maneuvering her so her breasts are level with my mouth. Sucking one perfectly erect nipple between my teeth. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling my head further against her chest as I lick and suck at the bud. Pulling it out of my mouth, I flick the sensitive skin with my finger. A chill runs through her body and, I watch through hooded eyes as her lips part and a moan sounds between us. Twisting it between my fingers, my mouth moves to its partner and I start the process all over. Her tits swell in my palms as I squeeze them and her hands wind around her back, unclasping the bra and freeing herself completely.
Wearing nothing but a scrap of lace between her thighs, I slide one hand down her stomach. Slipping my fingers inside her panties, I find her soaking wet.
“This,” I grunt, pulling the lace to the side and exposing her swollen cunt. “Fucking this is what I want,” I add, sliding my fingers down the seam of her lips.
“Linc,” she whispers.
Like an unleashed animal, I tear her panties away. The shreds fall down her legs as I pull away. Her body shakes as her eyes flutter open in shock.
“Straddle my face,” I demand, laying my back against the mattress. “Now.”
Pressing one knee into the mattress, she straddles my lap and crawls up my clothed body, rubbing her pussy over my t-shirt. Leaving a trail of wetness across the cotton, she positions herself over my face. Her thighs clutch my head and she lowers herself onto my waiting tongue. Grabbing her ass, I encourage her to ride me as I lick through her folds and find her clit. Spreading her open, I shove two fingers inside her as I suck and lap at the exposed bud.
Bucking her hips, she finds her rhythm and grinds her sweet cunt against my flattened tongue. Mercilessly she moves over me, crying out as she shudders in pleasure and her or
gasm rolls through her, dripping onto my fingers.
Withdrawing my hand, I pepper her pulsing cunt with kisses and squeeze the globes of her ass. She sways over me as I guide her body lower until she’s seated on my chest.
“Do I taste as good as you remember?” she pants.
“Better,” I praise huskily, watching her push her hair out of her face.
“I want to suck you,” she pants, reaching behind her to cup my bulging cock.
“After we fuck you can suck me off but, right now I need to feel you around my cock. That okay with you?” I rasp, moving her so she’s sitting on my erection. Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I lean forward and pull it over my head. Kelly rocks over me. The roughness of the denim leaving slight abrasions on the insides of her thighs as she squeezes her legs tight.
In a frenzy, she works my jeans down my legs and frees my cock before crawling back up my body.
“I missed this,” she confesses, wrapping her hand around my thick shaft. Slow and steady, she strokes me, rubbing her thumb over my head. Beads of cum glisten on the pad of her finger and I watch in fascination as she runs it along her bottom lip.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss as she rubs her lips together and licks the cum from them. It’s then that I realize I’m not going to last long and one time won’t satisfy me. Fuck, I’m not sure I’ll get enough of her at all.
My pulse hammers in my ears as I grab her hips, aligning her pussy with my cock.
“I’m going to come inside you and when we’re done, when I’m dripping out of you and down your leg, I’m going to fuck you again. I’m going to fill you until you can’t possibly take any more. Then, and only then you can take my cock in your mouth. Do you understand?”
“Stop talking Linc,” she pants. “Stop talking and fuck me,” she says sinking down onto my cock. She takes me in one sitting and screams out as her tight cunt suffocates me. Neither of us moves as we adapt to the feel of being one. My head spins and I fight for focus as she clenches around me. Lifting her hips, I set the pace. She slides up and down on my cock and my eyes watch in amazement as she takes every inch. Skin slaps against skin and I feel my balls grow heavier with every thrust.
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