by A. M. Myers
“Yes,” I breathe out, squeezing my eyes shut and mentally begging him to kiss me.
“You promise?”
I nod. “Yes, I promise. Make me scream.”
Growling, he wraps his arms around my ass and lifts me into the air as I squeal. My legs wrap around his waist as he turns and carries me over to the bed where he lays me down and presses his lips to my belly, just above my panties.
“I can smell you already, gorgeous. Are you wet?”
Gripping the comforter beneath me, I nod. “Yes.”
He runs his hands up the inside of both my thighs before parting them and I hold my breath, my entire body tense as I wait for the touch I so desperately need.
Please.
Touch me.
A soft kiss presses against my thigh, just above my knee, and I jump as a whimper slips out of my mouth. He chuckles.
“Is that not what you want, Tate?”
I shake my head. “No and you know it.”
“Do I?” he asks, laughter in his voice and I growl. He’s playing games with me and my restraint is about to snap. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
I sit up and grab his chin, forcing his gaze to mine. “I want you to rip my panties off and eat my pussy until I scream your name.”
Just because it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone doesn’t mean I’ve ever been one to shy away from telling a man what I want. Lincoln’s eyes close as if he’s in pain and he lets out a low groan that sends goose bumps over my skin.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes and when his eyes pop open again, there’s an inferno staring back at me. “Hope you know what you just started.”
I don’t get to say another word as he shoves me back on the bed and hooks his fingers into my panties, tearing them from my body before he drops to his knees next to the bed.
“Lincoln,” I moan, eager for his touch. He grabs my leg and pulls me closer to the edge before trailing his fingers down the sides of my sex. “What are you doing?”
He laughs. “Did you really think I was going to just give you what you want without teasing you first?”
I growl, earning another laugh out of him as he drags his thumb over my clit and I jolt on the bed, sucking in a breath.
“Do that again.”
“This?” he asks, repeating the move and I moan.
“Yes, that.”
He repeats the move – back and forth – again and again until I’m writhing on the bed and whimpering his name. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slips a single digit inside me, pumps a few times before pulling out, and going back to my clit. He follows the pattern for what feels like forever as he slowly builds me up to what I know will be a blinding orgasm.
“You are magnificent,” he whispers and my heart skips a beat as I glance down at him. He smiles as a vibrating sound fills the room and I scowl but don’t get a chance to ask what it is before he’s pressing a bullet against my clit.
“Oh my god!” I yell, my body jerking from the sensation and he groans.
“You are so fucking wet,” he murmurs as his finger dips inside me again and I start to tremble. Pressure builds in my belly and I know I just need a little bit more to let go.
“Please, Lincoln.”
“Please what?” he asks, looking smug as hell as he meets my eyes. When our gazes connect, I know I can’t hold it back anymore.
“Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
He presses the vibrator harder against my clit before moving it in a circle and I gasp as my hips shoot off the bed. When he does it once more, I cry out, my body shattering with a blinding orgasm that I can feel through every inch of my body.
“Oh my god, that was…” I murmur after he tosses the vibrator on the bed next to me and I catch my breath.
“Oh, Tate.” Lincoln laughs. “I’m only getting started.”
I arch a brow. “Getting started with what?”
“Worshipping you until the sun comes up.”
I smile. “I can get down with that.”
“I’ve been absolutely crazy about you since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” he says, moving on top of me and settling between my thighs.
“I hated you so much that day but I think it’s only because from the second you looked up at me, you affected me more than anyone else ever had.”
“Same, babe.”
My brow wrinkles and I glance to where he threw the vibrator on the bed. “Uh… Lincoln?”
“Yeah?”
“Why do you have a vibrator?”
He glances at it and starts laughing. “Bought it the other day for you.”
“You bought me a vibrator? Did you assume you’d get lucky tonight?”
He shakes his head. “Naw, baby. It was just a gift but I would be lying if I said I didn’t imagine you using it in front of me.”
Heat floods my body and my heartbeat pounds in my ears as I imagine spreading my legs in front of him and using my new toy.
“Come here,” I whisper. “And take your shorts off.”
Grinning, he shoves his shorts and boxer briefs down his legs before lying next to me on the bed and trailing his fingers over my skin. The gentle touch drives me crazy and I shiver. His fingers slip between my legs again and skate over my clit as he presses his lips to mine and I wrap my hand around his impressive length, sucking in a breath. Jesus, there’s no way that thing is going to fit inside me. He shudders as I stroke him back and forth, a low groan spilling out of his mouth.
“Fuck, baby. I’m never going to last if you keep doing that.”
I shrug, still stroking him. “We have all night, right?”
“Yeah,” he whispers with a devilish grin. “We do.”
* * * *
Images of last night flit through my mind on repeat as I yawn and refill coffee cups at the counter. A blush creeps up my cheeks as I remember Lincoln with his head between my thighs as I screamed his name so many times that my voice is a little hoarse this morning. In fact, I completely lost count of the number of times he made me come but my body is achingly satisfied this morning. So much so that I almost couldn’t drag myself out of his bed. Although, that could also be because we didn’t sleep much either. I was able to sneak in an hour or two before I would wake up again with his mouth or hands all over my body.
“Good night?” Mia asks, nudging me and I blink, turning to look at her.
“Huh?”
“I asked if you had a good night but I think I already know the answer,” she teases, laughing and my cheeks heat further. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything with a guy that it probably is written all over my face.
“Leave her alone,” Nate, one of the cooks, adds. “She looks happy.”
I glance back at him through the pass through. “Don’t I normally look happy?”
“If this is you happy,” he says, motioning to my face. “Then, I’m going to go with no.”
Turning back to the dining room, I mull over his words. I guess if I really think about it, I wouldn’t say I was happy before. Not that I was sad or depressed or anything but I just existed. I was so focused on just getting to the next day or getting to the day when all my worries would be behind me that I wasn’t really living my life. And then Lincoln walked into the diner and changed all that.
“Hey, Darlin’,” a gravelly voice says and I turn, grinning as Lincoln’s eyes drop down to my lips.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
He shrugs. “Came to pick you up after your shift and I was kind of hoping you’d spend the day with me.”
“Okay, but only because it’d be really awkward right now if I said no.”
He barks out a laugh and holds his hand out to me. I take it and let him pull me closer. “Really? Is that the only reason?”
“The only one that comes to mind,” I whisper, distracted by his tongue trailing across his bottom lip.
He leans in and I repeat the move before I realize what I’m doing. His lips brush my ea
r and I fight to keep my eyes open as goose bumps race across my flesh. “So, you haven’t spent all morning thinking about last night or how mind-blowing it will be when I finally take you?”
“Nope,” I whisper, my hands trembling as I picture just that. He pulls back, grinning, as he releases my hand.
“Oh, okay. You about done?”
It takes me a full three seconds to register his question and I turn to the counter where Roger is pouring over the books to find Mia, Nate, Roger, and half the customers staring at me. I blush and Mia grins.
“Hey, whatever you’re doing, dude,” she calls to Lincoln. “Keep doing it. I’ve never seen her this happy.”
I glare at her before turning to Roger. “Do you need me to stick around?”
He checks his watch. “No, you’re good to go.”
I slip back into the hallway and take off my apron before grabbing my bag and meeting Lincoln in the dining room. His smile makes my heart skip a beat as I slip my hand in his and I can’t believe I almost didn’t let this happen. How could I have ever walked away from him? From us?
“So, what do you want to do today?” I ask when we get out to the parking lot and he shrugs.
“I was going to ask you.”
He opens the door to the Camaro for me and I slip inside before watching him walk around the front of the car. There is one thing I’ve wanted to do lately but it’s a little silly and I’m not sure he’d want to. He climbs behind the wheel and glances at me as I bite my lip.
“What?”
“Well,” I muse, pursing my lips. “There is something I want to do but it’s kind of silly and you may not want to.”
“What is it?”
“Well, when Mom, Theo, and I were traveling,” I say, unable to think of a better word to call my nomadic first years. “We would get bored in the hotel rooms so Mom started buying us board games and it kind of became a tradition for us. It’s been a long time since we played and I was just thinking about it this morning.”
His brows furrow. “You want to play board games?”
“Yeah. Is that stupid?”
“No, not at all. Actually, I have an idea.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts texting someone. Leaning across the car, I try to peek at what he’s saying but he hides it from me with a grin on his face. “Just wait. It’s a surprise.”
“I thought we went over this last night and again this morning when you cooked me french toast. I don’t like surprises.”
He chuckles, still hiding the phone from me. “Aw and see here I thought you were coming around to the idea.”
“I have no clue what gave you that idea.”
I cross my arms over my chest and he just grins as he continues typing away. When he’s finally done, he puts the phone back in his pocket and fires up the Camaro. As he pulls out of the parking spot, I glare at him.
“Are you really not going to tell me?”
He laughs. “You’ll find out soon enough, baby. How was your morning?”
Sighing, I tell him about work, which was fairly uneventful, and he tells me about some bike he’s working on. As we pull up in front of the house, I scan the area, looking for both whatever surprise he’s planning this time and still unable to shake the habits my mother instilled in me. The door to the Camaro opens and he scowls at me.
“What are you doing?”
I shake my head, climbing out. “It’s stupid.”
“Tell me anyway,” he insists, taking my hand as he shuts the door and I sigh.
“When we were younger, Mom had us play this game whenever we left the place we were staying. We would have to scan the room and memorize where everything was. When we came back, she would quiz us and if we got it wrong, we had to do push-ups and wall sits.”
He glances down at me, his eyes wide. “Wow. That’s…intense.”
“Yep, it was and even now as an adult, I do it without thinking.”
“I suppose that was the point of it though, wasn’t it?” he asks and I nod as I unlock the front door.
“You’re not wrong but it’s a pain in the ass. Especially when I can’t remember how I left the damn curtains. It’ll bother me all night long.”
He blows out a breath and shuts the door behind us. “You know, I half thought you were exaggerating when you told me about your childhood.”
“Nope,” I snap, letting out a humorless laugh. “I could also knock you out before you even realize what’s happening if I wanted to but I won’t.”
“What did you train in?” He sits at the dining room table and I go into the kitchen, grabbing two mugs and turning the coffee maker on.
“Boxing, Jiu Jitsu, Judo, Krav Maga… If you can think of it, we probably did it for a little bit. When Theo and I turned twelve, Mom made us choose three to focus on.”
“And you chose?”
“Krav Maga, Kickboxing, and Jiu Jitsu.”
He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “So what you’re saying is you could kick my ass anytime you wanted to?”
“Yeah. Not to mention the number of guns hidden in this house.”
“Where?” he asks, glancing around him and I grin.
“Oh, I’m not telling you that but I will say, right now you’re sitting no more than thirty feet from two.”
His eyes narrow on me and I finally see it sinking in. He finally understands what I’ve been talking about this whole time with the questions about my mom. “And how close are you to a gun?”
Grinning, I reach into the hidden cubby next to me and pull out the 1911, showing it to him before slipping it back into hiding.
“Jesus.”
I laugh as he shakes his head. “See, baby? The Taser wasn’t that bad at all.”
“You’re terrifying,” he whispers, standing up and stalking over to me. “And gorgeous, magnificent, enchanting, and so many other big words that I can’t think of right now because all I can think about is kissing you.”
I grin as he lowers his lips to mine and the moment we connect, I sigh, feeling more at home than I ever have anywhere else. This is the kind of feeling that I could get used to, lose myself in, and despite what my mind is telling me, it doesn’t scare me. Lincoln is quickly becoming my everything.
A knock at the door has us pulling apart and I’m reaching for the gun behind me when he stops me.
“It’s Storm and Chance and their old ladies.”
I scowl. “Why?”
“Because you wanted to play board games and these guys are my family.”
“Oh,” I whisper, a smile creeping across my face as I drop my hand. “Okay.”
He plants a kiss on my forehead before going into the living room and opening the door.
“Thanks for coming, y’all,” he says, holding the door open as I creep out of the kitchen, suddenly nervous. These people are important to Lincoln and I’ve never been all that good with first impressions. I just hope I don’t make a total ass out of myself.
“You must be Tate,” someone says as a gorgeous blonde walks over to me and wraps me up in a hug. I meet Lincoln’s eyes across the room and beg for mercy as I hug her back.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Well, I’m Ali,” she says, taking a step back as a man with dark hair and piercing gray eyes wraps his arm around her, “And this grumpy bastard is Logan. Or Storm, whichever works. I’m so happy to meet you.”
I force a smile to my face. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”
“He didn’t tell you we were coming, did he?” the other blonde asks as the man at her side smirks.
“Uh, no.”
“Jesus, Kodiak,” Ali groans. “You can’t just spring things like this on a girl. Fucking cavemen, all of you.”
I laugh and she flashes me a smile as the other blonde steps forward and holds out her hand. “I’m Carly and this is Chance.”
“It’s really nice to meet you guys.”
“So,” Chance says, clapping his hands. “What are we pla
ying?”
“Strip poker?” Lincoln asks, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Not a fucking chance,” Storm growls and I laugh as Lincoln steps up beside me and wraps his arm around my waist.
“Let me go grab the games.” I walk into the hallway and Lincoln follows behind me.
“So, in hindsight, maybe I should have warned you.”
“You think?” I hiss. “That was maybe the most awkward I’ve ever been in my life. I don’t make a good first impression, Lincoln. People need time to warm up to me.”
He laughs, pinning me to a wall as he brushes his nose over mine. “I thought you made a fantastic first impression with me.”
“Yes, well, you’re insane,” I whisper with a giggle and he grins as he leans in and kisses me.
“Dude, I thought we were here to play games, not watch you make out with your girlfriend,” someone grumbles and we both turn to find Storm and Chance standing in the entrance to the hallway.
“I’ve had front row seats to your disgusting love fest for the past year so you don’t get to complain,” Lincoln tells them and Storm rolls his eyes.
“The games are in there,” I say, pointing to the dreaded closet. Thankfully, Theo and I managed to get it cleaned up when he was here or we’d never get to them.
Lincoln plants a kiss on my cheek before turning to the closet. “Go wait with the girls; we’ll get the games.”
Nodding, I slip into the kitchen and stop in the doorway to the dining room. “Y’all want some coffee or sweet tea or something?”
Ali smiles up at me. “Some sweet tea would be amazing.”
“No, it fucking wouldn’t,” Storm snaps, walking out of the hallway with a couple games in his hand. I scowl as Ali sighs. “You can’t have the caffeine.”
“Logan, if I have to tell you one more time that some caffeine is okay, I’m going to lose it.”
Carly grins, folding her arms over her chest as she watches them banter.
“Why wouldn’t she be able to have caffeine?” Chance asks, following behind Storm.
“Kitten,” Storm growls, ignoring everyone else. “Don’t push me on this.”
“No, Logan. You don’t push me on this or I will murder you before this baby is born.”
