33. Lincoln
lincoln
. . .
I tossed Josie over my shoulder and strode toward the tack room. Going somewhere a little more private would’ve been better, more romantic, but I couldn’t hold off that long. We were both out of our minds, deliriously happy, and running on adrenaline. My cock was leaking at the thought of having her.
“What’re you doing, you caveman?” Josie squealed, pounding her fists against my back in perfect rhythm with my heart. “Where’re you taking me?”
I thought Josie and I were done when I left Doug's house. I was mentally preparing myself to be around her for the next six fucking weeks and act like we were strangers. There was no way I could’ve gone on the way we were, and it was too soon to pretend we were just friends.
My palm landed on the globes of her ass, massaging the spandex-clad flesh to soothe the hurt, turning her laughter into moans. If my dick wasn’t already painfully hard, it would’ve been after whatever pornographic sound just left her mouth. “I’m not wasting another fucking second without being buried inside you.”
I opened the door, setting Josie down on the nearest table before kissing her. My hands landed on her waist, shoving up her shirt until her bra peeked out. “Fuck, baby…”
“Lincoln, oh my god!” she shrieked, moving back and righting her clothes.
I spun around to find two young ranch hands holding a set of bridles, looking wide-eyed and frozen in place. “I—I’m sorry, sir?—”
“Out!” I bellowed, pointing toward the door. I could hear Josie’s mumbled apologies as she buried her head in my chest. Their boots thudded against the concrete floor. “Get the fuck out, and don’t come back until I say so. In fact, tell everyone this barn is off fucking limits until tomorrow.”
I’d never seen two people move so fast. They tore out of the barn with their tails tucked firmly between their legs. One even had the decency to shut the main doors before they scurried off.
“Oh my god,” Josie chuckled. “Maybe we should wait until we’re alone.”
“We’re alone now,” I said, licking the column of her neck. “And I don’t give a fuck who’s out there. Cry out my name, darlin’. Let them know who owns your pretty little pussy.”
“Why is it so hot when you talk dirty?” Josie groaned.
“Can’t get enough,” I rasped. My hands roamed her body. I couldn’t stop touching her. Leaning in, I nipped at her collarbone and watched her creamy skin turn pink.
“Mm, you are obsessed, cowboy.”
Did she not understand what she did to me? That was adorable. I’d been dreaming of this day since I'd laid eyes on her, and now she was mine. Mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I wanted with.
“You have no idea, Josie. Obsessed is the understatement of the fucking year when it comes to you.” My fingertips danced across her thighs. For a moment, I stood there, enjoying the unobstructed view of her body as she leaned back. She was still wearing that long shirt, playing tricks, so my mind thought she was bare underneath. “You've been teasing the shit out of me, and now I’m here to get what’s owed.”
I reached for the fabric and pulled it over her head. Her tits were already spilling out of her frilly little pink bra, drawing my attention with each ragged intake of breath. My mouth closed around her nipple, sucking until Josie was chanting my name. I frantically tugged at her spandex shorts to get them down her thighs and my hand inside.
We both moaned as I brushed against the juncture of her thighs. There was a dark spot on her panties where she’d soaked through. Her sweet perfume filled the air, making my mouth water as I slowly peeled them off. “I want your fucking moans, Josie,” I growled, sucking on her lips while I plunged three fingers into her cunt. Her back bowed, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream as I fucked her hard and fast. “That’s it, darlin’. You like it rough, don’t you?”
Josie frantically nodded, bringing one hand up to roll her nipples between my fingers. “Yes,” she hissed, closing her eyes. “Oh my god, right there.”
I kept my pace steady, massaging her clit with my thumb. “You’re dripping all over my hand, Josie. Christ, baby.” The sound of her arousal mixed with her moans of pleasure created the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
“I need you to fuck me, Lincoln. Please, please, please ,” she cried. Her hands sought out the button of my jeans, fighting to stave off her orgasm until she’d worked it free.
“Let me take care of you first,” I said, applying more pressure.
“No, I’m not asking, baby .” Josie looped one arm around my neck as the other gripped my chin. “I want you inside me when I come. So, you’re going to let me take your dick out, and then you’re going to fuck me.”
Fuuuuuck. Well, that was new .
I’d never been dominated in bed before, never really had the chance. Most women I’d been with wanted to be told what to do, so that’s what I did. But there was something about Josie bossing me around that had me panting. Goddamn, it got me so hard it was nearly painful.
She could ask for anything, and I’d give it to her. She could tell me to walk off a bridge, and I’d do it. Josie held the reins just like she had that first night when she bent over the pool table in Frank’s.
“Yes, ma’am.” My words whooshed out on a harsh exhale as I yanked down my zipper and freed my length.
Josie groaned at the loss of my fingers, but her eyes were locked on my heavy dick. “I forgot how big you are.” She reached between us, taking it in her hands. We both hissed as she dragged it through her lips, wetness coating my head as she notched it at her entrance.
Shit. What are we doing? We can’t do this.
“Baby, I don’t have a condom,” I rasped as Josie rocked her hips, letting me slip inside. This was so reckless, way too reckless to continue. I’d lost all sense when it came to her. This woman was going to fucking kill me. It was taking everything I had not to surge forward and claim her. “We can’t?—”
“We can,” she said, moving once again. “I haven’t been with anyone since you, and I got tested after I got home.”
“So did I, but?—”
“I also have an IUD, so we don’t have to worry about any surprises.” Josie bit her lip, looking down at where we were connected. I followed her gaze, nearly spilling myself before I’d even had the chance to fill her. “I want to feel you, Lincoln. I don’t want anything else between us.”
I blew out a breath, slowly notching in another inch. The view of my bare cock halfway in Josie’s perfect pussy nearly did me in. She was whimpering, rotating her hips while seeking the friction both of us desperately wanted.
“I’ve, uh, never done this before,” I whispered, meeting her soft gaze. “Just so you know.”
Growing up, my dad had scared me too much to go without a condom—even when I was a wide-eyed hellion chasing skirt at the local rodeos. But the thought of marking Josie in this way was heady. Intoxicating. I wanted her to be mine in every way imaginable.
“Neither have I,” Josie replied, tenderly cupping my cheek. “But it seems fitting that we’re doing this together, doesn’t it?”
I couldn’t stop my smile, pushing her hair off her forehead and pressing a kiss there. “Yeah, darlin’. It’s pretty perfect.”
My girl leaned in with a smirk, hips rotating in a slow circle. I couldn’t tell if it was the greatest feeling of my life or pure torture. Her hand came up, kneading her breast. “Then, fill me up, cowboy. I want to walk back in the house with your hand in mine and your cum in my pussy.”
“ Christ , Josie.” I couldn’t wait any longer, slamming home in one hard thrust. Our collective moans were obscene, echoing off the oak-lined walls. Holy shit, she was tight. We both stilled as she stretched around me, her cunt wrapping around my cock like a vise. “You have such a filthy fucking mouth.”
Josie wrapped one arm around my neck as I began to move. Her other traveled between us, rubbing circles along her clit to the rhythm of my thrusts. My fingers dug into her skin, leaving marks behind that would surely bruise. It took everything I had to keep myself from coming within a few seconds, especially as I felt every quiver and shake of her body.
The waves of pleasure were building, and I could already feel myself reaching the point of no return. “Josie, I dunno how much longer I can last. I need to make sure you come.”
“Keep going,” she panted, increasing the speed of her fingers. Her pussy fluttered around me, and it was nearly the death of me. “I’m so close.”
Each frantic piston of our hips sent us closer to the edge. We were a mess of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies. The table rattled, slamming into the wall. Whatever had been on top had fallen, littering the ground beneath us.
Her desperate whimpers spurred me on, those breathy little moans that were for me and me alone. She slid her hands beneath my shirt, clawing her nails into my back as I rutted against her. My head fell into the crook of her neck, running my tongue along her erratic pulse point.
The moment her sweet cunt tightened around my cock, I was gone. The base of my spine tingled, my balls tightened, and then Josie cried out my name as we came together. Her head fell back, mouth agape on a silent scream as I continued to fuck her through our release.
“Lincoln, oh my god.” She was so beautiful like this, in the throes of ecstasy, with my name on her lips. I wanted to capture this moment forever, to burn it into my memory.
I’d spent a lot of time thinking about what our next time would be like, wondering if it could compare to those five days we spent in Tennessee, but this was better. Her sweet pussy tightened around my length, sending me careening over the edge with her. My climax was brutal. I was a damn teenager again, lasting all of ten seconds before coming.
But there was something about this moment that was different than any other. I didn’t know if it was knowledge I was taking her bare, how I felt every muscle constricting around me. Or maybe it was knowing that from this moment on, we were endgame.
My hips slowed as we came down from our high. I could feel my release leaking around me, slipping between our bodies. Josie shuddered as I began to pull out, watching with glazed eyes as she saw the evidence of frantic fucking .
“That’s so hot,” she panted, watching as I swiped through the mess with my cock. I met her gaze as I slid my fingers deep, fucking our cum back into her. “Oh God, that’s even hotter.”
“Want a taste, baby?”
Josie’s eyes widened, and she nodded, opening her mouth and laying her tongue flat.
Fuck. Me.
I freed my fingers and placed them on her tongue, holding her gaze. “Then, suck.”
She closed her mouth around my digits, greedily cleaning them before letting me go with a wet pop. And then she smiled and hummed, licking her lips like a goddamned fiend.
“My turn,” I murmured, closing the distance. Josie moaned into my mouth as I tasted us on her tongue. It was erotic and dirty and the most incredible fucking kiss of my life.
I wish I’d thought twice about this location because I only wanted to lie with her in my arms. Not that I’d let something like not having a soft spot stop me.
“Come here, you,” I said, smiling as I leaned forward to scoop her up.
“Where are you taking me now?” she asked, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Nowhere,” I said, stepping around the table without breaking contact. I slid down the wall, taking a seat on the cold floor as Josie straddled my lap. She leaned forward, resting her head on my shoulder. “Just wanted to hold you in my arms for a minute.”
I felt her lips curve against my skin. She was so beautiful like this, hair mussed and skin flushed from an orgasm. The room smelled like her—leather and sex and something sweet I couldn’t place. “I like the sound of that.”
“Hm, me too. Sorry, I couldn’t wait until we got somewhere a little more private.”
She pressed kisses along my collarbone. “We can be private for round two.” Her bare pussy was pressed against the length of my dick, and it twitched at the thought of fucking her again so soon. “ He seems to like it, too.”
“Darlin’, we don’t have anywhere to go.”
“Don’t you remember what I said earlier?” she asked, peeking at me.
I shook my head. “Uh, no. Want to clue me in on the secret?”
“I told you. Dad’s offer comes with room and board. You have your own cabin, baby.”
Baby.
Something about the name warmed my chest. Josie’d never been much for those little endearments. Every now and then, she called me cowboy, but that’d been it until today.
“My own cabin, huh?” Josie nodded, squeezing her pussy around my length. “How’d you feel about christening it?”
“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE LEAVE!” Lennox’s voice came through the wall, scaring the shit out of both of us.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I cursed as Josie quickly stood and reached for her shirt. I followed suit, tucking myself away before picking up some things that’d fallen during our frenzied coupling. I didn’t know where my hat had gone, likely fallen off when I’d thrown Josie over my shoulder.
“Lennox, I’m going to kill you!” Josie called out, pulling the heavy oak door open. She strode into the aisle, looking around before narrowing her eyes on Strider’s stall.
The top of a blonde head peeked over the door before ducking back down again. “Let’s just forget it ever happened, Jos. It’s not my fault your boyfriend didn’t double-check to make sure the coast was clear. I wanted to run out sooner, but it was too late, and then?—”
Josie groaned. “Please don’t say it.”
“Oh god,” Lennox said, faking a vomit sound. “I learned way too much about my sister’s sex life. ”
“Sorry, Lennox,” I said, scratching the back of my neck. I knew she’d come up here after leaving Bishop’s, but I thought she’d have moved inside at some point. Apparently, I was wrong.
“Why’re you hiding out here?” Josie asked, crossing her arms. “You missed breakfast.”
Lennox groaned. I couldn’t see her, but it sounded like she banged her head against the stall. “Can we talk about it later? Maybe when I’m not trying to forget the past twenty minutes of my life?”
Josie walked over, leaning her head into the stall. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Lennox sighed. “I’m gonna stay out here with Strider for a little longer.”
The large horse dipped his head as if saying he’d care for his girl the way she always cared for him.
“Okay. Love you, bug,” Josie said, pushing off the door. She strode up to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Wanna check out that cabin? I just need to grab the keys from Dad.”
“Sure. Let’s go.”
We headed toward the house, seeing my black hat lying in the dirt outside the barn. I picked it up, dusting it on my jeans before setting it on Josie’s head. She reached up, running her fingers along the brim.
“My hat looks good on you, darlin’.”
Josie smiled, ducking her head. “Yeah, I think so, too.”
The sound of tires on gravel drew our attention, and we both looked up to see a sleek, black car coming up the long drive. “Is that?—”
Josie’s grip on my hand tightened. “Ellis’ dad.”