Chapter 47
47
VIOLET
I’m on top of Lincoln, his back against the mattress.
We said all the things that needed to be said.
We’ve been holding back. Me included.
Holding it all together was becoming too much of a burden, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
My heart just grew butterfly wings, and it’s gently fluttering in my chest because he said the words I’ve been desperate for him to say. He said he wants me to stay.
I want that too.
I couldn’t think of anywhere else I would rather be because my love will never change for him.
Lincoln pulls my oversized sleep shirt up over my head to remove it. As soon as it passes my lips, I crash them back against his again. I don’t want to stop kissing him.
In a moment of desperation, I free his hard cock from his boxers and lower myself onto him.
He groans loudly and mumbles against my lips. “I’ve missed you so fucking much. ”
I slide up and down his cock, breathing heavily with every stroke.
Holding my hips firmly, he pushes up into me with punishing thrusts.
“Always so wet for me, Petal,” he moans.
This isn’t lovemaking; it’s pure carnal fucking and what we both need to solidify us.
Lincoln wraps one arm around my waist as he keeps on fucking me hard and with his other hand, he grabs my ass.
“Fuck me, Linc. Make me yours.”
I push against the headboard to fuck him back.
He fills me to the hilt with his punishing hips as he slides himself in and out of my body over and over relentlessly. His thick crown finds my sensitive spot; at the same time, I grind my clit against his pelvic bone.
“Come for me. Call my name, tell me who you belong to.” His dirty words set off a blazing shock of pleasure that burns, radiating into my thighs and through my wet core. With a few more furious thrusts, we come together.
“Linc,” I moan.
Unapologetically loud, not giving a damn that we just gave our hearts to one another in our moment of frantic fucking, our orgasms intertwine, molding into one. He’s breathing hard and fast as he jerks himself into me while my inner walls pulse around him.
Our breathing slowly subsides as Lincoln slides himself leisurely in and out of my body, lovingly escorting us back down from our ecstasy. His hips continue to move back and forth as if he doesn’t want to stop.
Slowly now, we kiss. Lincoln clasps my face with his enormous hands and slants his mouth against mine. “I love you,” he whispers .
“I want to look at this face for the rest of my life.” I smile at him.
“Is that a proposal?” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“No.” I blush.
“Are you sure? It sure sounded like one.”
“Do you want it to be?” I ask nervously.
“Is that not my job?”
“Is anything we ever do conventional?”
“Nope. I realized that on the first—sorry, Lucy, second—day we met, when you fell over, and flashed me your hoo-ha.” He winks. “Or maybe it was the epic, I’m sleeping with your husband, Mrs. Black , that I realized, or when you gave me a chili dick and knocked me out.” He points to his forehead scar that’s healed rather nicely but will leave a small mark. “Or what about moving into my house without me knowing?” A confetti of giggles leaves my throat. “You are going to send me to an early grave with all your shenanigans. Or a trip to the emergency room again if you continue to fuck my dick until it’s raw, like you did back in Santa Monica. You are a horndog, Ms. West.” He tickles my ribs.
“I feel so much better already.” It’s the truth and I feel warmer than I have in days.
Lincoln rolls us onto our sides. “I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole.”
“Yeah, but you’re my asshole.”
“I can’t believe you gave up your career and life and moved five thousand miles to be with me. I’m astounded that you didn’t hop on the next flight back when all I’ve been is a self-centered prick. Are you okay? Are you happy here?”
“Yeah. I like it more now.” I glance down at his cock.
“Oh, I’m sure you do.” His eyes narrow. “Are you, though? You’re my responsibility now, Violet. My job is to make sure you’re happy and I’ve missed my happy Violet.”
“Just promise me you will never push me away again.”
“I promise.” He holds out his pinky for me to take, in exactly the same way he did when he threw us off the leap of faith.
I link my pinky with his. “And promise me you will explain what the hell a bahookie is.”
Lincoln chuckles. “It means ‘ass.’ Why?”
“Michael, in reception, told me yesterday I had a nice bahookie. Don’t be mad.”
He grins wide. “Oh, I have nothing to be mad about because Michael has a boyfriend.”
“Oh.”
“He’s not wrong, though. It’s fucking amazing.” He squeezes my bahookie . “But you haven’t been eating properly. Let’s shower, and then you can destroy my dick.”
I throw my head back, laughing.
“Then tomorrow I am taking you to my yaya ’s. She is going to love feeding you, and then we are going grocery shopping together. I’ve always liked watching couples shopping. I want to do that with you and take walks on the beach hand in hand, bringing Pom-pom with us. We are doing all the shit. I want it all. I’m going to take you to the stationery store and you can buy washi tape. What the fuck is that anyway?” He doesn’t let me answer. “We also need to get you a car. I want to sign us up for a place on the next dance retreat at the hotel. I want to dance with you properly and Eva will teach you better than I can.” He’s so excited. “Oh, and we need to buy loads of shit for the house—flowers, cushions, ornaments, and especially more candles. They make the house smell nice. Anything you want to make it feel like it’s yours.”
“Like ours,” I counter.
“Yeah, like ours .” He sighs blissfully.