by Baker, Tory
“Great, what do you think about going to the car show that’s happening today? I’ll have to stop at home and change, but then we can head over there,” Lincoln offers.
“I’m good with that, my parents may be there. My dad and uncles, well, they all have hot rods, it’s like the old man club for them. But don’t call them that. They get hotter than a blue tick hound if you call them old.” I laugh thinking about all of them standing around looking at the other cars, talking about what they can work on next. They aren’t even retired yet, but they act like a bunch of old grumpy men.
“Baby, they don’t scare me. If I meet them now or this week, it doesn’t bother me,” Lincoln tells me. Gosh, he really is perfect.
“Well then, it’s settled. But if the men folk are there and mom hears that we’re there too and I don’t call her, you have to stick up for me,” I joke.
“Call her on the way to my place, let her know where we’ll be. You know this town. She’ll find out before we leave the house if not.” I go to Lincoln, reach up to put my arms around his neck, and kiss him.
“Thank you,” I murmur as we pull back.
22
Lincoln
We stopped at my house before heading to the car show. Presley was amazed by not only the views, but the fact that there was a long floating dock outside the backyard, with a boat. Her face lit up, “Um. Why are we going to a car show when we could be out on the water?” she asked.
“Thought about it, but it’s still cold with the wind on the water. I don’t want you getting sick,” I draped my arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer to me.
“Oh,” the way her face got softer, Presley’s like a siren, yet she has no idea just how stunning she is.
“I promise we’ll go out as soon as it gets warmer,” I walk us back into the house, “I’ll be right back. Then we can head to the car show.”
“Okay,” she responds.
“Feel free to look around,” I say, then head to the master bedroom to change having already showered at Presley’s and god damn, what a way it was to shower. I washed every inch of her body, which in turn had her doing the same for me. We probably shouldn’t have rolled the dice again and played Russian roulette while we were in there. But sinking inside of her with nothing between us, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock, filling her with my cum, I didn’t give a damn at that point and neither did Presley.
After changing I came back out and watched Presley, she isn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, just looking at the built-in bookcases and everything that’s on them.
“I had no idea you read so much,” Presley must have heard me walk up to her.
“There hasn’t been time lately, but sometimes if I can’t sleep, I’ll come out here and read.” She’s looking at the new military book dad sent to me last week. He’s always looking to see what else is out there, this one garnered his interest right from the spot.
“That stinks, I used to read all the time as a little girl. Now with work, it doesn’t happen near as much. Maybe we can have a lazy Sunday soon, be couch potatoes and read.” The more I get to know Presley, the more I know she’s perfect for me.
“You got yourself a date, anytime you want that, I’m game. You ready? Something tells me if we don’t get to the car show soon, your dad might show up here,” I laugh.
“You’re probably right. Are you sure you’re okay with meeting everyone today?” Presley asks.
“Perfectly, let’s rock and roll,” I grab my keys, her hand, and we head out to the garage where I parked my truck before coming inside.
23
Presley
True to Lincoln’s word, he wasn’t worried at all. Even when Dad stood up to introduce himself, my dad isn’t lacking in the height or muscle department. But I think Lincoln is still bigger than him.
“Mom, Dad this is Lincoln Anderson. Lincoln, this is my mom, Lucy, and my dad, Mike,” I introduce them to him.
Mom hugged Lincoln as if he were already a part of the family. Dad though, he did the firm handshake. Lincoln didn’t even wince, I saw the gleam in both of their eyes.
“He’s going to fit right in with the other men, you know?” Mom whispered into my ear when Lincoln was being introduced to Lyla’s Dad, Max, and Callie’s Dad, Emmitt.
“Great, next thing you know they’ll be stealing him away. Though after the conversation I heard this morning, he may need it too.”
“Everything okay?” you can hear the concern in her voice.
“Yeah, I guess his brother is dealing with some stuff. He asked me to go to Nevada with him for Spring Break, but I need to check with Callie first. If Bella bug needs me, here is where I’ll be.” I reply while looking out at the sea of old hot rods. Mom is right, Lincoln fits right in with us. The small smile he has playing on his lips, the way he’s listening to my dad and uncles talk with rapt attention.
“Hey,” Lyla says coming up beside Mom and me.
“Hey girlie.”
“Hi Lyla Love, what are you up to today?” Mom questions her.
“Mom called and said everyone was out here today, I figured since I’m not working out of town this week I’d come and take a look. Mom said she’d meet us down at the diner for a late lunch though.” Lyla works for a designer merchandising company. Her life is anything but normal during her work week, but when she’s home on the weekends, you can find her wearing cut off shorts or ripped jeans, with a no-name brand shirt, and flip flops. I guess that’s what happens when you’re go, go, go and when you get time to just relax and be yourself, you’re just that, yourself.
“Same place as usual?” I ask Mom and Lyla.
“Yeah, everyone will be there,” she says.
“Okay, I’ll go drag Lincoln away from the men in a little bit, grab a table big enough for our group, that way we don’t have to wait,” I offer.
“That would be great, you know how your father gets when he’s hungry,” Mom rolls her eyes.
“Sure, sure. It’s Dad alright,” I say with a smirk and skip off to where Lincoln is.
As if Lincoln can sense my every move, his eyes lock on mine, the smirk I love so much comes out, and I move towards him.
“Hey,” my voice takes on a breathless quality.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he replies.
“I told Mom we’d leave before everyone rolls out and grab a table at the diner before it gets too crowded, is that okay?”
“Yeah, let me know when you’re ready and we’ll go,” Lincoln responds before turning his attention back towards my dad and uncles.
24
Lincoln
Spending time with Presley’s family a few weekends ago solidified that I needed to get Presley and myself out to Nevada. She confirmed with Callie that Clairabella would be with her that week, Callie is taking a much-needed vacation with her daughter.
“Offer up my place for them if you want, the little beach that leads to the water will be fun for Bella, and we won’t be here,” I told Presley.
“Have I told you lately just how much I love you?” Presley’s body is wrapped around mine while we lay in my bed, both of us naked, our skin glistening from me taking her from behind.
“I love you, Presley Marie Stevens,” I reply. We don’t leave the bed for another couple of hours and only after hearing both of our stomachs grumble in protest, needing food.
“I’m ordering Chinese, what would you like?” Presley asks as she slips on my discarded tee shirt I was wearing yesterday. Her hair a tousled mess, lips swollen from our kissing, and I bet if I lifted that shirt, I’d see just how red and puffy her pussy is too.
“General Tsao’s chicken with egg drop soup, then whatever you want. Wallet is on the nightstand. I’m going to grab a quick shower and check my phone. Then you and I are going to hammer down a date to go out to Vegas,” I state, the soft look she has on her face makes me stop in my tracks.
“You okay?” My hand fists in her hair so her eyes are on mine.
“I’
m perfect. As soon as I get this ordered, I’ll meet you in the shower,” her eyes have mischief written in them.
“You do that, baby, I’ll be waiting for you,” I take her mouth again, leaving her breathless.
“Okay,” she grabs her phone, I watch as she places the call, not quite ready to leave her presence yet.
When she hangs up the phone, she lets me know, “We have twenty minutes until the food gets here.”
I go to grab Presley by her hips but she sides steps me, “No way, I’m too sore and I’m starving. We aren’t making the delivery guy wait at the door while you have your wicked way with me.”
“We’ll see about that,” I wiggle my eyebrows, causing her to giggle.
I follow Presley into the bathroom, where she strips out of her shirt and turns the water on, before looking at me over her shoulder to see if I’m coming. Oh, I’ll be coming soon, just not inside her. I’ll leave my thick ropes of come on her nipples, or maybe I’ll get her off with my cock rubbing against her clit.
Yeah, I like the sound of that.
25
Presley
Spring break is coming and it’s coming in fast. Because I have the whole week off and Maverick’s is closed on Sunday, we’re leaving as soon as Lincoln closes down and not returning until Wednesday morning. Since I won’t see my Bella Bug until we get back, all four of us girls are having a night in at my place.
“I think you went a little overboard,” Lincoln says coming out of the bedroom as I unload all of the food, new nail polishes, and facemasks for us girls.
“Have you met all of us? The food will be polished off by breakfast tomorrow morning, the rest we’ll have for other sleepovers,” I respond.
“Do all of you girls have the same weird eating habits?” Lincoln questions.
“Well no, I’m the only on that doesn’t like breakfast food. You know about Bella Bug’s pickiness. So umm, okay, but in all fairness we’re just us,” I laugh as I realize all of us are a little bit crazy.
“I’m going to miss holding you in my arms tonight,” Lincoln groans as he puts his arms around my waist, pulling me in to his embrace before he leaves for work.
“I will too, we can make it one night, right? Or you can text me before you leave work and I’ll let you know if the girls are still here?” I offer.
“Nah, you have the night with them. I’ll have you to myself the next four days,” he has a smirk playing on his lips.
“I’ll text you anyways. Have a great night at work,” I tell him as his lips land on mine. It’s all consuming, soul searing, a hot and heavy make out session. Lincoln’s showing me just how much he’s going to miss me tonight with his mouth on mine.
When we pull apart, I’m breathless and panting, “I’m going to wish the night away, I know it.”
“Me too, gorgeous, me too. Lock me out?”
I follow him out to the door, “I love you, Lincoln,”
“I love you, baby. You own my soul,” he responds giving me one more kiss.
“And you’re mine,” I reply when he turns to leave. He gives me one last lingering look, his hand is placed on his heart. Lincoln may seem like this rough and tough man, but when you get to the heart of him, he’s the most amazing man you could ever know.
I rush to finish getting everything set out before Lyla, Callie, and Clairabella get here. Not that they expect to have everything perfect, but they know I’m not going to let them foist for themselves. My kitchen would be an utter wreck.
The doorbell ringing stops me from putting the salsa in the bowl, “Coming!”
“Auntie Pres, please hurry. I have to potty,” Bella Bug yells through the door. I throw open the door.
“Go, go, go,” I tell her, and she darts off down the hallway.
“Sorry about that, she said she went before we left the house, but we all know how that goes. Lyla should be here in about five minutes,” Callie says as she walks into the kitchen.
“I have everything ready for tonight, I’m assuming we’re watching what Clairabella wants?” I snort.
“How’d you guess? I can’t believe I have the whole week off. I should have planned this better to take her on a vacation,” she blows out a puff of air. Callie needs this more than anything.
“Oh, that reminds me, Lincoln said you can use his place. It’s not beach front but it has the small beach in the backyard and there’s a small pool too,” I tell her what Lincoln said.
“If Lincoln’s brother didn’t have his own dilemma I’d ask if he was just like him. Tell him thank you, and we’ll more than likely use it a couple of times. But, just for the day. We’re not spending the night, that would be weird without you there.”
“Be weird how?” Lyla says storming in, an ice cream cake in her hand.
“I’m not staying at Linc’s house with them gone,” Callie grouses.
“Whatever, that man would do anything for any of us,” I sit there with my mouth hanging wide open, Lyla isn’t wrong. He totally would.
“What, you know he would. Oh, I have next Friday off, want to do something?” she throws out.
“I’m sorry, is this the twilight zone? All of us have time off on the same day? Mani and pedi? We’ll ask our moms to watch Clairabella,” I state.
Lyla opens the bottle of wine that Callie brought over, “I’m game. Let’s throw in a massage too, this girl is wrecked,” she says, the jet set life is definitely getting to her.
We spend the rest of the night watching Clairabella’s movies, painting our nails, putting face masks on, and eating our weight in junk food.
26
Lincoln
Presley didn’t know we’d be taking a private jet to Nevada, she thought we’d need boarding passes to get there early. It was the cutest damn thing, “Baby, this is my parents’ company jet,” I finally told her.
“Well, don’t I look like quite the dork. Does it have a bed in it?” She’s wiggling her eyebrows.
“Yes, you goof. We’ll take advantage of it too. I haven’t slept yet,” I told her as we pulled into the small airport the jet was at.
“I look forward to it, Mr. Anderson.” She doesn’t wait for me to come around the truck to help her out. The way she said Mr. Anderson, I want her last name to be mine. An idea forms in my head, I have a feeling I know what I’ll be doing on our vacation.
I climb out of the truck, grab our bags, and then go towards Presley.
“I’m so excited,” she squeals, I place my hand at the small of her back.
“Baby.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to spoil you for the rest of our lives,” I murmur into her ear.
“Oh, Lincoln, don’t you know? You already spoil me, with love and your presence. That’s all I ever need.” She stands on the tip of her toes, her lips graze mine, and as much as I’d love to deepen the kiss, we need to get going.
The steward takes our bags, and we take our seats, buckle in, and then we’re in the air in no time at all.
“As soon as the seatbelt light is off, we’re heading to the back of the plane.”
“Please,” she all but moans. Fuck being tired, I’m taking my woman thirty thousand feet in the sky.
Tapping her fingers along our seats, I see Presley’s impatience, I feel it. Our desire for one another boiling at the edge, ready to tip over.
Finally, the light goes off, we get up. The steward asks, “Do you need anything?”
“Nope, we’ll be laying down until it’s time to land,” I explain. When the steward leaves, I look at Presley, her face is flush, and I can see that she’s worried about what the steward may think. Not wanting to say anything to make her embarrassed even more, I nod my head, so she knows to keep moving towards the back of the cabin.
Once we make it inside, I shut and lock the door, “Strip, Presley,” I all but demand.
“Okay,” her voice is laced with need. I watch as she takes every piece of clothing off, baring her body to me. Presley comes up to me, her ha
nds find the bottom of my shirt, helping me pull it off, then her hands dive for my belt. The only thing I have on my mind is needing her in the shower while she comes apart under my tongue, then a nap, and I plan on doing just that.
27
Presley
I think I’m still blushing when we pull up to Lincoln’s parents’ house, they had a car for Lincoln to take back to their place. Lincoln navigated the roads as if he never left. “Wow, no wonder Stacey wants her hooks deep into Devon,” I say out loud when I look up at his parent’s place.
“No kidding, hopefully the drama is kept to a minimum. We won’t spend all our time here, I want to show you what Las Vegas really has to offer too,” Lincoln states after he parks the car, then unfolds from the driver’s seat. I unbuckle my seatbelt, start to open my door when Lincoln appears at my side.
“You ready for this? Mom’s amazing, but she’ll want to shower you with attention and drag you away from me,” Lincoln grunts out. I laugh and say, “I’m sure she’ll be fine, I think you just might be worried you’ll have to share me on our vacation.”
“Hello,” I hear, looking up I see Lincoln’s Mom, Kristine, barreling towards us, his Dad, Robert, trying to catch up with her, but it’s no use.
“Hey Mom,” he engulfs her in a warm hug. When they pull apart, he introduces me to her. Lincoln wasn’t wrong, she gives me a hug, then holds me at arm’s length, taking me in, “My goodness, you are beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I respond awkwardly.
“Way to be weird, Mom,” Lincoln says with a chuckle. His dad is now with us and Robert’s hand is on Lincoln’s shoulder, “You know your mother, she’s never met a stranger a day in her life.”
