Chapter 34
Lynx
Ikind of miss being a demon.
Sable has spent the last half hour explaining to me that no matter what, I need to pay taxes. For what goddamn reason? The world has way more money than when I was born and somehow got into even more debt. So, I need to work my ass off and lose a large percentage? Why? Can’t I dodge it?
I’ve looked at numerous jobs. There are loads, but I don’t have the first clue what any of them are.
Sable explained to me about working in a garage—applying to be a fireman, policeman, going to college, and a range of technological vacancies.
Honestly, I’d rather die and go back to Hell sooner than my agreed deal.
But to please her and to push myself back into humanity, I start my new job next week in a garage as a trainee mechanic. Which is stupid because, in the last few months, Sable has driven me around town and taught me how to drive in a straight line, but that’s as far as my patience has gotten me.
I’m still learning the ins and outs of this century. Sue me. I’m fucking old.
Sable sighs loudly, pulling me from my thoughts. “You aren’t even paying attention.”
“Sorry, I seem to have forgotten how to be excited over paying someone else’s debt.”
“It’s not debt,” she says with a laugh. “It’s tax. Everyone has to pay their taxes.”
“People don’t even know I exist. There’s no proof.”
Sable takes my hand, leading me to our bedroom. “You very much exist to me,” she says with a smirk. “And if I’m to keep my conscience clear, I can’t be with someone who doesn’t pay their taxes. Imagine what our children will think?”
My chest tightens, and I’m not sure if it’s a bad or a good feeling. “Children?”
“Well,” she continues, averting her gaze, “in the future, we can talk about it. I know we both don’t want them, but we can reconsider if we ever get over the fact that kids make us uncomfortable. But it doesn’t matter if you aren’t going to pay your taxes…”
“Are you giving me an ultimatum? Be a good little soul and fuck you until you’re pregnant or lose you forever?”
Without any words, she raises her shoulder.
I’ve never thought about having my own family—it was never on the cards for me before. I can’t see us having kids. We both aren’t built for that lifestyle, and we’re in no way ready for that kind of responsibility. Shit, I’m still figuring out how to work a damn phone and the internet.
Even making her a cup of coffee is a task I dread every morning.
But seeing her eyes light up is enough for me to give in to her little flirting tactics. I’m staring at the most beautiful woman in the world, and I feel warm. I feel at peace with not one single weight on my chest.
“I love you, Sable.”
She stops edging toward the bed, fully turning to me with her lips parting. Like the words have shocked her and I haven’t said them to her thousands of times since I first declared my love for her.
“I love you,” I say again. “If you want me, you have me. If you want kids, then so do I. If you want me to build you our own house and keep it in our family for generations, then you’ve got it.
” I close the distance and take the side of her face.
“I’m not leaving your side for the rest of our lives, or in Hell, after. Ever. Unless you demand that I leave.”
“I could never tell you to leave me,” she whispers, her gaze dropping to my mouth. “I love you too, Lincoln.”
My lips press into hers, and everything feels right. Our bodies mold together, and I walk her back until we drop onto the bed, pushing my tongue against her and hearing her moan into my mouth.
She’s freeing my cock and pumping it in her hand at the same time as trapping my bottom lip between her teeth and pulling until it snaps back into place. “I’m never going to be able to get enough of you.”
“Good,” I reply, dragging kisses across her chin to her throat, sucking on the sensitive skin there until it turns red. “Because you’re stuck with me forever, little ghost girl.”
The feel of her stroking me, her legs parting to bring me closer… I pull back and rip her clothes off until I’m staring down at a goddamn angel. Her eyes are alive, bright and sparkling, and she’s smiling up at me.
I plan to make her eyes water and mess her hair up so badly, she’ll spend hours trying to detangle it again.
She shrieks as I flip her over, grasping handfuls of her ass and kneading the muscles she’s slowly building with exercise—I’d never felt like an idiot before, until she had to show me how to use a fucking treadmill.
I part her cheeks, and she lets out a whine as I bury my face there and push my tongue into her hole. She loves this as foreplay—I’ve yet to fuck her ass, but she sure loves when I lick her there, spearing in and out as I push two fingers into her pussy and fuck her through her first orgasm.
Screams muffled by the pillow her face is buried into, she pushes her ass into my face more, and when her tremors settle and her pussy stops gripping my fingers, I slide them out and kiss each cheek.
After flipping her once more, I hike her knee up and line my cock up to her entrance, and she doesn’t take her drunk eyes off me as I push in.
Going slow, I kiss her as I shallowly thrust into her depth, her body already tightening around me again as she moans.
It’s been more intense lately, and I have no idea why.
Instead of going wild and fucking her like I’m dying tomorrow, I’ve been going slower.
Taking my time with every inch of her body.
Worshipping her is what I plan to do with the rest of my existence, and I want to make sure she feels like a princess every moment.
Sable is the center of my universe.
“Harder,” she begs, digging her heels into the back of my thighs to bring me in deeper.
I shake my head, buried into her neck. “I get to take my time with you now.”
And I do. I take my time from now until forever.