Chapter 26
26
LINCOLN
Since my dad texted me twenty-eight days ago, those days have zipped by in a flash. Violet and I have spent every day together, and every night wrapped up in each other’s arms. We’ve become inseparable and I’ve practically moved in with her.
Our days begin with me fetching her coffee, sorting out her schedule for the day, walking Pom-pom, and making sure she eats.
I’ve basically been Violet’s right-hand man. Anything she needs, I do it. During the day, Violet is a badass. She knows how to motivate people and get the job done. She whipped the architects into shape and she had new updated plans couriered to her by midnight that same night.
Since then she’s been checking and triple-checking emails, plans, paperwork, spreadsheets. She is going to run herself into the ground if she’s not careful.
My dad and the rest of the motley crew will be here in less than two hours.
I haven’t told Violet they are coming. I didn’t want her overthinking their impending arrival. She’s a little twitchy where family is concerned as I don’t think she had the best childhood before she moved in with her father. My father built me a house at the bottom of the garden of his estate many years ago and it’s perfect because my family can drop in all the time. But what I wouldn’t give to have a mom who lived in the same town as me. My yaya ’s hugs were always the best when I was growing up. She used to call me the cuddle monster because I clung to her. Thinking about it now, I’m guessing, subliminally, I missed having a mother in my life, and that’s why I loved staying with her. Admittedly, she still gives the best hugs.
“Who are you texting now?” Violet rolls her naked body on top of me, and I place my phone, facedown, on the nightstand.
“None of your business, Mrs. Noseypants.” I bop her nose.
“You’ve been glued to that thing for days.”
“I know. I’ve had a few emails to sort out back home for my return.” It’s not that. My dad got Wi-Fi on the plane and that was him texting to say they were on schedule and they would see me at the hotel.
I run my hands up the soft skin of her cinched waist when she straddles her legs on either side of me.
She looks sad when I mention the word “home.” I can’t even bear to think about it anymore. I never want to leave her.
“Will you fit inside my suitcase so you can come back with me?”
“Funny you should mention that because as soon as Urban Soul Studios have their opening day tomorrow, I have been instructed by my father that I am to take a vacation.”
Making it very difficult for me to concentrate, she rubs her pussy against my now-hard cock. “So, Mr. Black, I thought, after tomorrow, I would take the next couple of weeks off so we can spend your final two weeks together, and then maybe once you’re settled back in Scotland, I could come and visit you for three weeks.”
A lump forms in my throat. She’s coming to visit me in Scotland. I’m like a puppy with a new toy. “I would love that.”
“Me too.” Her eyes suddenly become glazed. “I don’t want you to go.” Her voice cracks.
Dread rolls into the pit of my stomach and the words I want to say get stuck in my throat. Every part of me wants to stay with her, glued in her arms forever, because nothing and no one has ever made me feel this happy before. No one has ever made me feel like I belong to them, but she does. She is my missing piece, and she fits perfectly into my heart.
Instead, I wrap myself around her and turn her over onto her back, kissing her with every part of my being, pouring my feelings into her through her skin.
She spreads her legs wide for me, letting me know she needs me. Wants me.
All the blood rushes to my cock, making me thicker and longer just for her.
I slide into her wet core and she moans as I drive myself slowly in and out.
Unlike all the other times we’ve had sex, this is different. There’s no rush or urgency and we aren’t strangers anymore. This is us, connecting on a new level where neither of us has ever been before.
Our eyes fuse as I continue to gyrate my hips, then stop and hold myself deep inside of her.
For me, in the past, sex has been just that, sex. Nothing more and nothing less. A means to get a release, but this is not anything like I’ve ever experienced before. It makes my heart bloom in my chest.
It’s not a feeling I’m familiar with as she stares deep into my eyes. For a moment, time stops; she holds her breath, and I know this is it. She’s my person.
The one.
Her hands find mine and she entwines our fingers. I push her arms above her head and squeeze her hands tight against the mattress.
I never want to let her go.
I begin to move again, and she lets out a small whimper as I slide my throbbing cock leisurely in and out. Her eyes never leave mine. They magnetize us to one another as we cross an intangible milestone.
The surrounding air becomes thick with lust and our unspoken words.
I work my hips, aligning my pelvic bone with her clit and in infinitesimal movements, hit her delectable spot deep inside that I know drives her to a point of no return. I don’t even care if I come; I want to make sure all her needs are met, and I’m the one to give it to her, because I think I’ve fallen in love with her, and I want her to feel it. Hope she does.
Violet takes a deep breath and then lets out short, quick moans. It’s not her usual feral noises she makes when we fuck each other hard; it’s sweet and soft and fucking addictive.
I tilt my hips and push in even further.
Unblinking, as if not knowing what is happening, she comes, and it’s so fucking beautiful.
Her warm walls flutter around my cock, contracting in such a gentle way, my balls tighten up close to my body, and the deep intensity of her stare is my undoing as I come too, spilling inside her.
I want to prolong this level of intimacy with her forever.
Like I’ve run a marathon, I breathe deep, my chest heaving .
It’s the most pure and honest orgasm I have ever had. Just pure love.
Her eyes well up and a small tear escapes.
She blows my chest wide open with her next words. “I love you, Linc.”
The words I want to say in reply get stuck and I can’t say them back because it’s all too much. Too real and so unfair.
I can’t be in love with someone who lives an entire ocean away from me.
I already feel heartbroken.
Instead, I bow down and kiss her, and I know I probably just fucking broke her heart too.