by Jenni Wilder
“Yeah, baby.” His voice got husky. “I told you, I never experienced anything like that before.”
I looked at him with sultry eyes, “Do you want to do it again?”
“Later. Right now, we’re going to do it doggy-style on the kitchen floor.”
I gasped. He hadn’t even touched me, and I could feel myself tightening up, my nerves on full alert.
“Yes…” I whispered, and Lincoln grabbed me and kissed me hard on the mouth. I melted into his embrace and before I knew it, I was naked on the kitchen floor. He produced a condom from somewhere and positioned himself behind me. It was fast and exciting and like nothing I had ever experience.
The two orgasms he gave me flowed from one into the other, and I became a quivering mass of pleasure before he finally collapsed on top of me.
His breath feathered on my back as he laid on me, but he held me gently, not squishing me this time. “Ooh Lincoln. Does it just keep getting better?”
“God, baby. I don’t think my heart can take it. That was unbelievable.”
“New favorite position?” I asked him with a giggle.
He laughed. “I’m starting to think the position doesn’t matter. It’s just you. You make it unbelievable.”
I smiled big. “And just think, we get to have this for the rest of our lives.”
“Oh, Princess…”
Even in his whisper I could hear the love and adoration in his voice. I knew it was true. He had seen my scars, and he knew my deepest secrets. He told me I was beautiful when I thought I was anything but, and he helped me trust in myself and in others again. He cherished me and I him. I would never leave him again, and God willing, he would love me forever. I knew my love for him would grow and continue. It could only get better.
I rolled on my side and he shifted to look me in the eye. “I love you, Lincoln,” I told him.
He closed his eyes and smiled as he absorbed my words. “I love you too, Jillian.”
I smiled and snuggled into him as he held me on the kitchen floor and I was totally contented.
~~~~THE END~~~~
Epilogue
“COURTNEY! HURRY THE FUCK UP!” I screeched into my cell phone.
“I'm hurrying, dammit. There's a shit-ton of snow, and I can't see where I'm going.”
“Just fucking do it, bitch,” I demanded as I paced the length of the empty bathroom. Kallie was watching the door to make sure we had privacy.
“Does it matter which window or what?” Courtney asked through the phone.
“The back of the house. The whole fucking wall is glass. Even you can't miss.”
I could hear her frustrated grumble, and I rolled my eyes. I'm sure she was worried about getting her pathetic knock-off Louboutin heels wet and dirty.
There was silence from her end of the line before a grunt and then the sound of glass breaking.
Courtney sighed. “There. It's done.”
“Now get the fuck out of there. And, Courtney - MAKE SURE NO ONE SEES YOU!” I ordered and hung up the phone.
Kallie turned away from the door with an evil smile and joined me at the mirror over the sink. I reapplied my lipstick and popped my lips.
“Good thing Courtney's a fucking pushover,” she said to our reflections in the mirror.
“No shit. She's pathetic but useful. I just hope she got the right fucking house.”
“I'm sure she did. She's not that stupid.”
I nodded in agreement. “Okay, let's get back to the table. I have to make sure I have an alibi.”
“Don't worry. Plenty of people have seen you. They won't be able to pin this one on you,” she said.
I fluffed my long brown hair one more time in the mirror before turning to exit the bathroom.
“I still can't believe they put a restraining order out against you,” she said with a laugh.
“Two of them! One for Lincoln and one for Jillian! How the fuck am I supposed to explain that during my background check for my next pageant?” I was almost shaking with fury. “They're going to pay for this. Jillian's going to wish she never met me.”
“What about Lincoln?” Kallie asked.
“Lincoln's going to realize how pathetic she is eventually, and then he'll belong to me again,” I said confidently. I just had to make him see everything I could offer him that Jillian couldn't. We could be the ultimate power couple of Chicago. Everyone would be envious.
“You and Lincoln are perfect together, Mackenzie. We'll take care of Jillian, and you'll be on his arm and in his bed again before long,” Kallie said with an evil smirk.
“I fucking better be.” I was tired of waiting for him to realize how good he had it with me.
I plastered on a familiar fake smile, pushed the swinging bathroom door open, and rejoined the crowded restaurant to confirm my alibi.
All of My Soul, the exciting conclusion to Jillian and Lincoln’s story is available NOW! One-click today to find out if Mackenzie gets her revenge!
Note from the Author:
A million thank yous for downloading and reading my book. I am humbled that out of all the books available to you, you chose mine. I hope you enjoyed reading Jillian and Lincoln's story as much as I did writing it. If you could take a moment to leave me a review at your favorite retailer, I'd be forever grateful.
Thanks!
Jenni Wilder
Acknowledgments
To my sister, my best friend, my landlady, my cheerleader, and my Cinderella - You know I would be lost without you. Thank you for stopping me all those times I wanted to select all and hit delete. Your advice and help mean the world to me. I literally - LITERALLY - could not have done this without you. Thank you for EVERYTHING. I promise I'll do the dishes tomorrow. Love you!
To my parents - You read to me before I knew what letters and words were. You instilled a love of reading in me that has never dwindled. Thank you so much for teaching me that your imagination can take you anywhere.
To Heather - You were the first person to read my book, and you did it all from your tiny screen on your phone. I apologize if you need glasses after this, but I thank you for your love and support, Pookie!
About the Author
Jenni Wilder is a first-time book author. She is an avid reader who decided to take the stories in her head and share them with the world. She lives in a small town in southern Minnesota with her sister and her fat orange tabby cat, Pacino and feels a day is not complete without a bowl of ice cream. Read her interview with Smashwords, follow her on Twitter, or like her on Facebook!
