"I'm going to ignore your flushed complexion and fill you in on what you missed. First off, Ben is arranging his best bartender for the party. He's also asking his mixologist to invent a cocktail especially for it."
"Mixologist?" This party is getting out of hand.
"It's just a fancy name for 'bartenders who invent cocktails.' All of Ben's bars have their own signature drink. They've won awards for them. Anyway, Mom's organizing the guest list. I can tell by the look on your face that you're getting worried, but don't. I've given her specific instructions to only invite people Lincoln knows and sees regularly. Maybe two hundred, max." Shit!
"Two hundred people! I was only gone for five minutes. "
"Har, he's a popular guy. He has a lot of friends and family who will want to be there. Trust me, two hundred is nothing." I take a deep breath and remind myself that he comes from a successful family. Of course he has a lot of friends. He's gorgeous and charismatic. He draws people in.
"Okay, so there’s no chance of this being a surprise?" That's what I was hoping for; a little get-together, a few drinks and then a night of really, really dirty, drunken sex.
"That's going to be hard, but we love a challenge. I’ll tell Mom and Ben to let everyone know it's a surprise, so hopefully no one spills the beans." Doubtful. Some idiot will slip up. I'm sure of it.
"Sounds good. So what do I have to do now?"
"Your job on the night is to get him there on time. We'll have everything set up and ready to go. I'll email you during the week with ideas; I won't organize anything without your approval." She gives me a serious look and I can tell she's worried that I’ll think she's excluding me.
"Do you have time to plan all this? What about work?"
She flicks her hand at my questions. "No issue. I love planning parties, keeps me busy." She stands to leave.
"Okay, well, email or call me. By the way, any idea of what to get him?"
She stops at my doorway and ponders the question for a moment.
"That should be easy for you, just take a trip to Victoria’s Secret. Maybe take him with you and let him choose. My ex loved it when I did that for him." She winks and hugs me farewell.
As I close the door, I lean against it and smile. This party may be snowballing, but it's for Lincoln. I shake my head. It’s going to be one helluva party. But then again, he's a Whitmore and that's how they roll.
****
I wake up excited. Lincoln is back today but that's not the only reason. It's been two weeks since I secretly went on the contraceptive pill. There was an awkward conversation about previous partners and swapping our clean bills of health. Thankfully, neither of us had ever had sex without a condom. I knew then that I wanted to feel him naked. No condom. Just skin on skin. I'm probably more excited than I should be, but I've never tried it and neither has he so it will be a first for both of us.
Even though Lincoln's only been gone for one night I'm already desperate to hold him. What's happening to me? I strip off and head for the bathroom. Whilst brushing my teeth, I give my reflection the stare-down and a mental lecture. "Rein it in, Harbour. Nobody likes a clingy, obsessive girlfriend. Calm your tits."
I admit, my lecture is a bit harsh but I went to bed reading Undeniable by Madeline Sheehan and Deuce is stuck in my head. I also dreamt that Lincoln rode a Harley. The sight of him in leather pants made me tingly in all the right places. Mmm . . . Lincoln on a Harley, me straddling him from behind . . . The thoughts of the vibrations coming from that beast of a bike and the feel of his hard chest under his jacket are enough to make me want to buy him one for his birthday. I wish I could afford that.
Then again, he did give his crazy expensive car to charity last week. Maybe he'll consider a Harley. I dress and think of ways to drop hints without telling him to buy one. If I told him they made me horny, he'd run out and buy one today. I need to play it cool and pretend I'm not really that fussed.
I hail a cab and head to Lincoln's apartment. He should be back in two hours so I have plenty of time to set up my welcome home surprise. Well, it's just really me, in sexy lingerie. And lunch; I ordered his favorite pizza to be delivered.
I arrive at the apartment and the doorman greets me with a polite nod. I make my way up and using my key—yes, I have my own key. I enter and prepare by lighting a few candles, even though it's the middle of the day. I'm a fan of ambiance. I strip off my clothes and put on my very sexy underwear and sheer baby-doll dress. It's all black but the fabric is practically see-through. I fix my hair when I hear the door. Like an idiot, instead of realizing he would have a key, I fling the door wide open and pose seductively.
The pizza delivery guy fumbles and nearly drops the cardboard box. His expression is a cross between embarrassment and awe. I quickly slam the door and yell out for him to wait a second. I know it's pointless now that he's seen everything, but I throw one of Lincoln's jackets over myself and re open the door.
"Sorry, I thought you were someone else," I mumble without making any eye contact. Not that it would matter even if I was looking in his eyes, because I can feel them plastered to my chest, no doubt hoping my jacket with fly open.
I hand him the money and slam the door. I'm not mad at him; I actually appreciate the confidence boost. I'm mad at myself for being so stupid. What if it was Lincoln's mum, Dianne? Idiot!
I set the pizza down on the kitchen counter and sit at one of the barstools. I won't eat without Lincoln, and even though this smells amazing, my appetite is waning. I'm nervous. This is the first time I've worn lingerie like this for Lincoln. All of Derek's harsh words are flooding my mind and just before I get up to change, I hear the door open. Be confident, Harbour. Confidence is sexy.
Lincoln walks in and freezes. His eyes widen and he slowly places his overnight bag on the floor smirking at me the whole time. In a flash, he rushes over to me and with one arm around my waist and the other behind my head, he brings me in for a rough, erotic kiss; a kiss full of emotion. He doesn't have to say anything but his ferocity shows me he missed me. It makes me smile. As he pulls back, I'm dizzy and completely turned on.
"Please tell me there's a surprise under this jacket?"
I place my hands on his chest and push him a few steps back. Confidence is sexy, Harbour, I repeat in my head over and over. I slowly remove the jacket and watch his expression as he takes in my outfit. His eyes look arctic blue, menacing, almost. He examines me from head to toe, his stare lingering a little longer at my breasts.
I've heard the term you look good enough to eat, but I've never had anyone look at me like that.
"Harbour, baby, I hope you're not too attached to that outfit because in about two minutes it will be ripped to shreds by my fucking teeth." Yes, please.
"I got lunch." I point over to the pizza but his eyes don't leave me.
"Yeah, you did. I'm staring at it, and it looks fucking delicious." My knees wobble as he takes one big stride over, pulls me to him and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us to the bedroom. We're kissing frantically when he throws me onto the bed. Within five seconds, his shirt is off, cuff links and all, and his pants are around his ankles. I lie back onto the bed with my legs spread and hanging off the edge.
"I need you, right fucking now. Hard and fast. Then we'll do it again, slowly. And again. I just need to be in that perfect pussy."
I moan at his eagerness and desperate tone. I reach down to remove my panties but he beats me to
it, ripping the crotch open. Before I can even blink, he plunges his huge cock all the way into me. I gasp at the feeling of fullness and the slight pain. He stills for a moment and looks at me reverently.
"I've missed this so much. Just twenty-four fucking hours, and all I could think about was being right here, inside you. What. Have. You. Done. To. Me?" He thrusts hard with each word. I can't answer him because my climax arrives like a freight train and I'm too busy screaming in ecstasy.
"That's it, baby, milk my cock. Come all over
it." I finally come down from my incredible high, just as Lincoln is withdrawing. I lean forward and grab his ass, pulling him back into me. "Harbour, I'm going to come, and I'm not wearing a condom."
"It's okay, I'm on the pill." It's like a green light for him as he drives into my pussy with so much power that it knocks me back. He's standing next to the edge of the bed, thrusting with such force that the California King is shifting beneath us. My body tightens with another orgasm as he grabs my hips tightly and comes, calling out my name. He rocks inside me a few more times then pulls out a few inches. He looks down admiringly at where our bodies are linked. "This looks fucking hot as hell, baby. Our come is mixed and glistening on my cock." He pulls out all the way and I lunge forward, taking his still hard cock in my mouth and sucking it clean. The taste is erotic. I feel so naughty. He grips the back of my head and fucks my mouth. I take him all the way until my lips are touching his pelvis. It's not an easy feat; I'm trying hard to relax my throat so I don't gag. He curses out loud when I grab his balls and increase my pace.
"I hope you're hungry, baby." With those words, he pushes himself as deep as possible and comes. I pull him out of my throat and bring his tip to my tongue. I look up at him as he sprays the remaining come into my open and willing mouth. Judging by his expression, that was a very good move. I swallow. "Yummy." I grin at him and lick my lips.
"Let's see, shall we?" He pushes me up further onto the bed and spreads my legs wide. Lincoln inserts two fingers and scoops out his essence from inside me. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. Oh. My. God. That action alone nearly made me orgasm. He smirks at me and then disappears between my legs. He spreads my pussy open and inserts his tongue. The pure naughtiness of him tasting himself inside me makes me come. I grab his hair and scream nonsense words that sound like I'm speaking a foreign language. He doesn't stop there, though; he pushes a finger back in my dripping sex and removes it only to relocate it into my ass. As he fingers my virgin hole and licks my clit, I'm brought to another mind-blowing orgasm. Knowing how sensitive I am now, he pulls away and sits back on his feet.
We just stare at each other whilst catching our breath. Our eyes are locked, our mouths slightly open to allow for our heavy breathing. Finally, we lean towards each other and hug. Our naked bodies clutch each other with desperation. I can't figure out exactly what's behind this odd, post-sex embrace but it feels right. Like we just need to hold each other for a moment and gather our thoughts.
Lincoln pulls me down onto the mattress and we lay facing each other. He runs his hand down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I don't know how long passes, but we lie there, just looking into each other's eyes, waiting. Who will be the first to speak? Something has happened between us. New emotions have been exposed. We're both naked and vulnerable. I want to close my eyes so he can't see my love for him. It's too soon, isn't it?
"Harbour, I don't know what's going on here, but I'm falling, hard and fast." How do I respond to that? We haven't known each other very long. Sure, I feel the same, but we've been dating for less than a month. Is this normal? Before I speak, he continues. "This is fucking with my head sweetheart, but in a good way. A great way. I've never felt like this about anyone. Ever. I missed you so damn much last night, so much it doesn't feel sane. I'm trying to work out what I'm feeling, but I keep coming back to one thing. It's obvious. It's scary. Tell me I'm not alone here?" I sit up and he follows.
"No, you're not. It's just too soon for us to be feeling like this. Isn't it?"
Lincoln takes my hands in his. His expression is serious, as if he can't find the words he needs to answer me. I stare into his gorgeous sea-blue eyes; they hypnotize me. My breath become shallow, and my heart rate increase. I'm in love. No doubt about it. I'm also scared. Shitless. I'm so scared that he might love me back, but more so that he might fall out of love just as quick as he fell in. There are two options: give him my heart and hope he looks after it which means I have to fully trust him, or don’t. Shit. My heart's being all mushy and swoony, and my brain is telling me not to do it.
We've been sitting in silence for five minutes. Lincoln still has a hold of my hands. His gaze shifts from my eyes to our interlaced fingers. I break the silence.
"You need to promise me something, Lincoln."
"Anything." He answers immediately with no hesitation.
"Promise you won't take me for granted. A part of me is yelling not to tell you how I feel because it's scared you're going to crush me. I'm so confused."
"I promise, Harbour. You have my word." He releases my hands and cups my face. I hold my breath, waiting. Is he going to say it? Those three words that have so much meaning? Nobody with any decency ever says them lightly. Those three words are told to people you can't live without. They're told to you by someone who, in that exact moment, could not imagine their world without you in it. They are serious words.
Okay, I may be starting to panic slightly if my heart beat and sweating palms are any indication. He inhales and I lunge at his mouth, kissing him feverishly and hoping I can make him forget what he was about to say.
I'm not ready to hear it. He's not ready to say it. If he was, he wouldn't have hesitated as long as he did. This doesn't offend me because I completely understand. It's too soon.
I release him and grin. "No more talking for now. I'm hungry and need food."
I place a quick kiss on his lips and hop off the bed. I walk into his wardrobe, pull out one of his shirts and put it on. The whole time I can see him in my peripheral vision, sitting on the bed in all his naked glory. His eyebrows are puckered and the lopsided grin on his face tells me he’s confused by my reaction. And aroused. Again. Jeez, this guy has some serious stamina.
"Don't look at me like that, Whitmore. You either, Junior Whitmore. Get your butt up and let's eat." I smirk at him and he gives me a gorgeous lopsided grin. He slowly climbs off the bed, Junior standing hard and proud.
"Your sexy mouth is saying one thing but your hungry eyes tell me another. See something you'd like for lunch, sweetheart?" He stalks towards me while running his hand up and down his erect cock. It's a slow, delicious motion that has my mouth watering. It's so sexy. Quickly forgetting the pizza and ignoring my noisy stomach I run the last two steps between us, and jump into his arms.
My legs wrap around his waist as he pushes me up against the wall, kissing me roughly. He shifts slightly and I can feel his erection between my legs. I rub against him as if I haven't come enough today. I'm like a sex-starved, wanton woman.
He reaches between us and takes hold of his rock-hard cock. I watch as he directs it into me, the whole time holding me up with one arm. His strength makes me wetter. He pushes into me slowly, grinning and maintaining eye contact.
"First, I feed this pussy, because clearly she didn't get enough earlier, and then I'll feed your sexy mouth." He pushes his entire length into me and I moan loudly.
"Yes, Lincoln! Harder! Please!" I need it. I need Lincoln to fuck me so hard that all my doubts from our conversation are forgotten. I need him to remind me why I need him.
"Always so polite, Harbour. Even when you're being nailed against a wall by more than nine inches. Since you asked so nicely . . ." Lincoln thrusts hard into me. I actually grimace from the pain of it, but thankfully he ignores it. He continues to fuck me with such reckless abandon that it feels like the wall is moving. He lowers his mouth to the side of my neck and bites and licks me. This feels animalistic.
Lincoln is thrusting into me so hard that I think I'll bruise. I scratch my nails down his back and he groans into my ear. All I can hear is his heavy breathing, his occasional sexy groans and the sound of our joining bodies.
"Harder, Lincoln. Make it hurt."
He looks into my eyes and grins as if my challenge has been accepted. I grab a hold of his hair and kiss him hard while he picks up speed and power. His thrusts are relentless and send me over the edge.
My climax is intense. My hands have moved
from his hair to his back again, and I'm sure my nails have left nasty marks. I'm so distracted by my orgasm that I nearly miss Lincoln's.
"Fuck, yes," he grunts as he pumps in and out three more times, unloading himself inside me.
Exhausted, we collapse onto the floor, clutching each other. We lie there, me on top of him. Lincoln's softening cock is still inside me, the shirt I'm wearing absorbing the sweat from our chests.
After our breathing evens out, I roll off Lincoln, feeling empty but sore. Yep, bruising for sure. The slickness between my legs is running down my thigh. I'm a hot mess. Lincoln is still lying on his back, just watching me.
I stand up and he kneels in front of me. He drags his hands from my ankles to my hips, looking up at me the whole time. He can't be serious. Not again.
He rips my, or rather his, shirt open, buttons flinging across the room.
"Lincoln, no way. My coochie can't handle it. She needs a break." I tell him in a serious tone. He laughs at me and flashes that cheeky grin I love.
"You and your coochie are safe. For now." He pulls the shirt off me and uses it to wipe between my legs. It's so erotic, but so very caring and personal. I watch him in awe as he uses the sleeve to clean my thigh and pussy.
"Even though it's so damn sexy to watch my come run down your leg, I'm sure it's not comfortable for you. There you go, all done." He kisses my inner thigh and the top of my mound and stands in front of me. I open my mouth to say something but I have no words. Lincoln Whitmore is so damn sexy I'm rendered speechless. He smirks, takes my hand and leads me to the kitchen for some reheated pizza.
Chapter Eighteen
It's Saturday afternoon and Lincoln and I are in the bath. My muscles were aching and in desperate need of a relaxing soak. I'm sitting between Lincoln's legs while he uses a washcloth to lather my back with a sweet, berry-smelling body wash.
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