“Take off your shirt and let me see your pretty tits,” I whisper.
Even though the living room is dark aside from the moonlight pouring in from the window, she still looks around to make sure nobody is watching…like no lurking Danis in the corner. When she’s satisfied we’re alone, she peels away the tank, baring her breasts to me. I shove my hand between the cushions and hunt around until I find the chain that had been hidden in the couch earlier.
“Move your hair,” I instruct, my voice husky.
She pulls her dark hair back into a ponytail and holds it there so that her breasts jut out at me. I grip her sides and pull her closer.
“Will it hurt?” she asks, her plump lip sliding between her teeth.
“When I pull the chain it will.”
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t move away. I lean forward and tongue her nipple until it’s erect. Then, I pinch it with the clamp.
“Ow!”
I grin up at her. “Don’t be a pussy. You’re a tough girl.”
She rolls her eyes but leans her other tit toward me. I attach that clamp once I’ve licked that one hard too. The chain is shaped like a “Y” once the nipples are clamped. I take the end of the chain that hangs down to her belly button and give it a pull. She lets out a sharp breath.
“How does it feel?”
She looks down at her breasts. I have the chain pulled just enough that her nipples are stretched slightly. “It hurts but kind of feels good too.”
I tug harder and she cries out. “Too much?”
“No,” she breathes. “I like it.”
“Know what else you’d like?”
Her head shakes. “No. What?”
“I’ll show you. Why did you buy that entire box filled with different kinds of lube?” I’d nosed around earlier, while everyone was getting shitfaced, and found more lube than she and I could probably use in our lifetime.
When she doesn’t reply, I tug at the chain, making her yelp. “I thought we could try stuff.”
“Butt stuff?”
“Oh my God, Linc,” she squeaks. “What if one of them walks in on us? We could get caught doing the nastiest of the nasties.” But despite being embarrassed and fearful of her brothers catching us, she starts rocking against me. Nasty little girl. “Maybe.”
Thought so. We’ve been working for weeks to get to this point. Now, she can easily take three fingers after some stretching. I can’t wait for my cock to fill her instead.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” I order, giving her chain a little yank. “I need you naked for what I have in store.”
She climbs off of me and starts stripping. The moonlight hits her creamy skin. She’s gorgeous as she dances in the darkness. I stand and peel away my shirt. It gets tossed to the floor on my way to the box full of lube. After rummaging in the dark, I find one with the bright red lid that says Anal Cherry Pop.
When I turn to look at Reagan, I grin at finding her sitting on her knees on the sofa as she inspects the nipple clamps. Fuck, she’s hot. I unbuckle my pants and lose the rest of my clothes along the way back to the couch.
“Someone might see,” she challenges but makes no moves to dress.
I smirk and point toward the guest room. “That headboard has been bumping the wall for the past five minutes. I think they’re a little busy.”
“Ew,” she says but then giggles. “What now?”
“Now, you bend over, put your sexy little ass in the air, and let me fuck you.”
She gasps. “B-But…”
“No buts. Well, aside from the butt I’m about to own. This is happening. Besides, you promised earlier.”
She huffs. “Why do I get turned on when you act all bossy and growly?”
“Because you’re addicted to sex, Reagan Carter,” I tease, using the name I’m going to give her one day.
“I am not addicted to sex. I’m addicted to you, Lincoln Holloway.”
We both chuckle, but then things grow serious when she gets on her knees and offers me her ass. I flip the cap open and pour a generous amount of cherry-scented anal lube down the crack of her ass.
“That’s cold,” she whines.
“I’m about to warm things up…”
I coat my finger and begin sliding it up and down along the crack of her ass until she’s pushing it toward me. In goes a finger from me and out comes a moan from her. I let her fuck my finger until she’s begging for more. Two and then three, her ass easily takes me. We’ve used regular lube in the past, but this shit is extra slippery—made especially for a cock in the butt.
“Ready, baby?”
“I am,” she purrs. “Wait.”
Her body stiffens as she listens. One of her brothers snores loudly. The other is attempting to bang his woman right through the bedroom wall.
“Okay,” she breathes. “It’s safe.”
Slipping my fingers from her, I lubricate my cock. When I begin to push against her tight hole, she lets out a whine.
“It’s okay,” I assure her as I caress her hip. “It’ll feel better than my fingers. We’ll go slow.”
I ease myself inside of her tight channel as slowly as I can possibly go. Her body is hot and grips the fuck out of my cock. I sure as hell won’t last long because it feels way too good.
“We’re doing this,” she whispers. “Oh, God. We’re doing this.” Just like she does on my fingers, she slides up and down, controlling the pace. “This feels better than your fingers.”
I drive into her a little faster and reach around for the chain to her nipple clamps. When I pull at the chain as I thrust against her, she cries out.
“Touch your clit, beautiful. I want you to come hard.”
She obeys and pretty soon, she loses control. Her body is meeting mine thrust for thrust, her moans aren’t even quiet despite her brothers being nearby, and her body is trembling with pleasure. It’s taking everything in me not to come too soon.
“Linc,” she moans, her entire body seizing with a sudden orgasm. Her ass clenches hard around me, and I come with a loud grunt. My release surges into her perfect little ass that’s no longer a virgin.
When she stops shaking and my cock softens, I slip out of her and give the chain a quick tug.
“Same time next week, Rey?” I tease and slap her ass before heading toward the kitchen to get something to clean her up with.
She looks over her shoulder and flashes me the sexiest look ever. “Same time tomorrow?”
“You bet your ass, baby.”
You Two Big Idiots
IS IT CLICHÉ TO WANT to sing “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood” while I drink my morning coffee and wave at my next door neighbor¸ whom strangely just ran back into her house? They really need to get over those boxes.
Things have just seemed to be so much brighter lately. Happier. Perfect. The weekend wrapped up, and Dani couldn’t have been happier with the turn out. There were a few headaches and a black eye casualty, but other than that, major success.
We all spent the morning sipping on coffees and eating the breakfast Linc picked up, which was super yummy. He knows exactly what donuts I like so, if nothing else, at least I enjoyed the spread. I can’t say Roman enjoyed his morning since he spent it giving Linc the death glare the entire time, and Linc didn’t help the situation by grinning every time.
When everyone got sick of Roman’s constant growling, we decided to call it a wrap. Dani hugged me big, thanking me for everything, even the extra stuff, and her and my brother were gone. Andie practically threw Roman out and waved, telling me she would call me later. That left Linc and I, a whole uneaten box of donuts, and the entire day to ourselves.
“You know, you’re gonna have to find a way to get along with my brother,” I state taking a huge bite of my apple fritter.
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” he replies with an eye roll. He pops donut hole after donut hole into his mouth. That man can eat anything and still look like a God. I don’t get it.
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br /> I chuckle and finish my fritter. This thing is seriously worth the month in calories. I get up, grabbing my latte, and snuggle next to my man. My man. I love the sound of that. What I loved even more was our little banter about being a Mr. and Mrs. I know we were both drunk, but our eyes told a very sobering story. That we were very much in love. And this love, it’s not something that ever plans on going away.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask, stealing a donut hole. Okay, so maybe a month and a half worth of calories. Linc wraps his arm around me, bringing me close to his chest. I love being able to hear the beating of his heart.
“The day is ours. Whatever you want.” He places a kiss on top of my head and turns on the TV. “What do you want to watch?”
“Anything that doesn’t turn either one of us on. I’m going to admit, I’m a bit sore today.”
I feel Linc’s chest vibrate. “Is my girl throwing out the white flag? Giving up on her wild adventure throughout the sexual unknown?” The fact that there is still sooo much unknown tires me but then excites me all the same. One thing’s for sure, Linc surely hasn’t let me down when it comes to fulfilling my sexual curiosity. What he’s done is help feed this new beast in me that, as of late, craves more. And more. And more.
“Definitely not throwing in the towel,” I argue. “I have two full boxes of leather, chains, and something that resembles a taser that we need to test out.”
Linc bellows with laughter as he hugs me tight. Another kiss to my head and he flips through the channels until some zombie flick fills the screen. “Here, dead people on the hunt to suck each other’s brains. Nothing sexy about that.” And he’s right about that. Goo and slime dripping from eyeballs and dead zombie creatures chewing on human flesh. Yuck.
I would make Linc change it, but my mind drifts away from the show and more onto our last conversation about the whole past literally crashing into us. You need to trust me. I keep replaying those words in my head. Do I trust him? Yes. Without a doubt. And that’s the thing. It’s not about the trust. It’s about how worried I am that he’s in trouble and he’s trying to hide it from me. He says he protecting me. But from what? Who? No one would have to say that unless they were in trouble.
And of course, me being me, I just want to help him. Fix whatever problems he may be having. If it were money, I have it. I would help him. But after our talk, I know he would refuse. If he were in trouble, I wish he would confess to someone. Maybe Ram. Ram would be able to help him. Talk to the police. Help get him out of any trouble he’s in. I don’t doubt Linc had a rough past. He has never hidden any of that from me. But he is hiding something that’s happening in the present, and I’m struggling with not knowing just how deep in trouble he is.
“Hey, Linc?”
“Yeah, baby?” He lifts his hand to caress my hair.
“About that night…” I immediately feel him tense. Feeling defeated before I even start, I wish I never brought it up. But I just need to know. I’ve never been one to just sit around when I could possibly be of help. And I feel deep down that Linc, admitting it or not, needs that. So I push through the conversation. “I just wanted you to know I trust you fully. And I get that there are some things you can’t share. I don’t understand, but I get it. But if there was something I could do to help you, would you please let me?” I lift my head so he can look into my eyes and see the sincerity. The devotion I have for him. “I’ll never judge you. I never have and never will. But I want to be there for you. And right now I feel like I can’t.”
He raises his palms, cupping my cheeks.
“You are there for me. Rey, I can’t even begin to explain what you’ve already done for me. You’ve given me a reason to be better. To get my shit together. Before you, I had nothing. I was bound for jail, or probably six-feet underground.”
At that comment, I gasp. To think Linc would not be in my life immediately crushes me.
“But I’m not,” he continues. “I’m here because you changed my life. I was nothing before you. And now, I’m everything. I’m doing what I need to do to make sure I’m the man you can be proud of.”
I grab for his face, pressing our foreheads together. “Linc, you are that man for me. You’re everything. I couldn’t take it if something were to happen. Please. Thick as thieves, remember? Let me in. If you’re in trouble, please let me help.” I’m beginning to panic, and the events from that night start to come back.
Linc presses his lips to mine, calming me with his soothing mouth, his hands working their way to my hair. “Trust me. That’s all I can ask right now. Soon, it’s going to be me and you. Bonnie and Clyde, minus all the illegal crap, because I’m a good man now. We’re going to ride this life out together. I promise you. When my bullshit settles, I’m going to make some moves to make you fucking mine. Permanently.”
We kiss frantically, sealing his promise to me with such an intense kiss, I can feel it all the way down to my toes. Eventually, yet all too soon, he pulls away.
I reopen my eyes, my lids heavy with building lust. “Why are you stopping?”
“Because of the way you’re looking at me right now,” he groans, as if he’s frustrated for even having to say the words. “If we don’t start watching more brain-eating zombies tearing through flesh, you’re going to end up naked while I suck on your flesh. Then I’m going to fuck the Sunday right out of you. That is why I’m stopping.” He gives me a playful wink and runs his thumb across my bottom lip.
I take a moment to stare into his smoldering green eyes. Ones that tell me that if I don’t make a decision soon, there’s no stopping what he has in store for me. And as much as I want him to take all of me, I wasn’t kidding. My body needs a time out.
“Okay. Good call. Flesh-eating zombies it is. But it’s fair game after our Sunday nap.”
With a smile, he pulls me back down for a three-hour zombie marathon.
“You’re going to do great.” I cheer Linc on as I watch him attempt to tie his tie. After I’ve gotten a good laugh, I give up and help him.
“I’m going to do great because you’re going to be sitting next to me,” he says with a low growl. “And most likely, my fingers will be up this naughty skirt you have on the entire meeting.”
I finish knotting his tie and slap him on the shoulder. “No funny business while we’re in there. If you do well and land the client, I’ll give you a private treat in my office.” I lick my lips suggestively and step away, but he’s too quick. He wraps his arm around my waist, crushing my body against his.
“Looks like I’m going to nail this meeting then. And once I’m done, I’m going to nail you and that pretty ass of yours.”
I blush instantly at his ass reference. I never thought that doing something so crazy would have been so sexually exhilarating. Not only did we take our sex a step farther, but we did it with a full house! The horror of what might have happened if one of my brothers walked out. But the thrill. God, the thrill of what we were doing knowing at any moment we could get caught was what made it even better.
“What are you thinking about, beautiful?”
Such a troublemaker, this one. He knows exactly what I’m thinking about. His phone vibrates in his pocket, though, and it kills the mood. It went off all day yesterday and into the night. Linc ended up turning it off. I didn’t pry. But my simple question on who kept calling was met with vague replies.
I push away from him and hurry into my bedroom to finish getting ready. “That you need to hurry before you’re late in prepping with Ram before the client meeting.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to just ride together?” he asks. “Save on gas? Better chances of road head for me on the way to and from the office?”
Laughing, I toss a pair of pantie hose at him. “Go, Linc.”
He flashes me a wolfish grin and prowls over to me for a naughty kiss that ends with him groping my butt. “Fine. I’ll see you in the office.”
He whistles, looking every bit the beautiful businessman
with his new leather portfolio tucked under his arm. His butt is downright bitable in his charcoal grey slacks.
I smile at his retreating form, until I hear the door shut and the sounds of his car fade away. My mind is immediately back to the excessive phone calls. That’s when my smile slightly falls. Those darn calls. “Oh Linc, what are you hiding?” I whisper as I finish getting ready, pack up my laptop, and head to work.
Whoever is calling him clearly wants to talk to him. I lost count after the fifth call. Once the text messages started popping through, he shut his phone off. I wanted to ask. No, I was dying to ask, but he told me to trust him. So that’s what I had to do. But the calls never stopped. I’m not sure when he turned his phone back on. I assumed it was when I had him order the pizza, because late last night they started again. Linc was dead to the world, but when I rolled over to grab his phone, he immediately awoke, distracting me, so I never was able to see who it was.
I had to believe that he was doing what he thought needed to be done, but it also unnerved me. Who called that many times? And who didn’t answer? Was he hiding someone? A woman? My gut drops to my toes at the mere thought of him having another woman in his life. He wouldn’t do that to me. Ashamed to even think that, I hop in my car and pull out of my driveway.
How could I even think that? He has never lead me to believe there was anyone else but me. But the feeling that something is wrong just won’t fade. I simply don’t know how much longer I can go on with just the faith of trust to keep my worries at bay. I drive down my street and wave at one of the neighbors jogging by when I catch a strange gold town car driving behind me. I try and get a good look at the driver but the windows are heavily tinted. Even in the front. Feeling unnerved, I try to remember the car from that night. I can’t say I saw it though because I had had too much to drink. “You’re being paranoid, Reagan.” I try and shake it off and turn right out of the neighborhood. I would feel better if the car went left. But he doesn’t.
“You’re not the only one who goes this way to work,” I chide myself, trying not to freak out. I wish this feeling I have were for nothing, but the strange calls combined with having gotten almost run off the road a few weeks ago, and I can’t rid the nerves. I pick up my phone and reverse the camera so it’s facing me pointing backwards. I snap a few shots, hoping to get the plates so I can show Linc when I get to work. If I see any sort of reaction from him, I’m making him tell me what’s going on. If whatever’s going on with him puts me in danger, then I have the right to know.
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