10. Lincoln
Lincoln
I found myself walking toward the dock. I had tried to give her the privacy I knew she needed, but I lost the battle, needing to be next to her. I sat down behind her, putting my legs on either side of her so I could pull her back against my chest. Much to my surprise, she didn’t fight me.
“Sweet Jasmin,” I whispered in her neck, smelling her sweet scent.
She tilted her head to the side, giving me better access to the side of her neck and throat. I placed a soft kiss above her collar bone. I loved the way this woman smelled, I could not get enough.
“Your mother is beautiful. You look just like her, only you have your father’s thoughtful hazel eyes.”
“You think so?” she asked, her voice rough from crying.
“Yes.”
We sat in silence, looking out over the water of the Chesapeake Bay. A few boats passed by, enjoying the warm weather. I felt her snuggle further into me and sigh.
“Why are you here, Lincoln?”
“What do you mean, Jas?”
I did not want to have this conversation; I was enjoying the feel of her warm soft body pressed against me. This line of questioning would surely get her riled up and the soft Jasmin would close down.
“I don’t want any bullshit answers from you. I do not believe in coincidences. You show up just as shit gets hot with the case and don’t think I have forgotten about Russia. Your ass has a whole lot to explain.” Her voice was already starting to harden.
“I got intel while I was on an op that someone was poking around, trying to find an operative named Ghost. I knew I had to quickly close my op and get stateside. I did just that. I already had the bad guy, so to speak. I was tying up loose ends. I didn’t want any blowback when the op was over.
It was clean with one exception; the guard that had burned Eric had yet to be dealt with.
He had been moved out of the prison; it took a while for me to track him.
Once that issue was solved, I left and came home.
I had no idea that Tom was your uncle or that Zane’s father served with both your biological and adoptive fathers.
” I explained with as little information as I could, not wanting to open a discussion about Russia.
I was enjoying this time with her. I didn’t want it to be over.
I felt wetness on my hands and tried to move to wipe away her tears when she grabbed my hands.
“Don’t move. If you move, I will not be able to do this.
I don’t think another person has witnessed me cry in the last twenty years.
I do not understand what it is about you or why I feel safe with you, but if you move I am afraid the spell will be broken.
I just want to feel safe; I need to feel your arms around me. ”
My heart soared hearing those words come from her mouth. I had waited two long years to hear those words pass her lips again, even if she didn’t remember saying them the first time.
“You’re safe; I’ve got you, sweet Jasmin.” I uttered the same words I had spoken to her many times as I rocked her bloody and broken body.
I still could not forget the images of her bloodied body on the floor of the vault after her interrogation. They were burned in my brain forever. She was so fucking strong; I have seen men break long before they got to the level of torture Jasmin endured.
“Why are you here, Lincoln?” Jasmin questioned a second time.
“I cannot stay away from you. Deep in my gut, I know you are mine.” I was completely honest in my answer. This woman was mine.
Jasmin turned to face me. She looked beautiful with tear stained cheeks, her lips puffy from crying, her face was so open and vulnerable.
“What if I don’t want to be yours?” Her eyes sparkled as she taunted me.
“It wasn’t a question, woman, you are mine.
I already warned you I will have you.” I slammed my lips on hers and moaned at the contact.
I had waited so long to taste her lips again.
I licked the seam of her lips, needing her to open her mouth.
As soon as she did, I thrust my tongue in and she did the same, the soft timid woman was gone, replaced by my warrior princess.
It was all tongue and teeth fighting for dominance, until I fisted her long silky hair.
I wrapped it around my hand, tugging it as I tilted her head to the side, positioning her where I wanted her.
I took over the kiss, sucking on her tongue, and swallowing the moans she was making.
My dick tried to break free from the confines of my zipper.
I slowed the kiss in an attempt to maintain my control and not throw her down on the grass and fuck her out here in the open.
One day I would. When we were here all alone, I would spread her wide and fuck her on the grass until she screamed my name.
I broke the kiss and she placed soft kisses on the corners of my mouth, my chin, the sensitive skin at the top of my neck.
I had never had a woman kiss me so tenderly.
I had to shut this shit down. I was going to lose my ever-slipping control or come in my pants like a fifteen-year-old.
I pulled back to look in her eyes. They were dazed and unguarded.
“That was so much better.” She sounded drunk when she spoke.
“What was, baby?” I smoothed her hair out of her face.
“That kiss was so much better than I imagined.” Her smile lit up.
I could not help the smug smile that crossed my face.
This woman did crazy shit to me; she did then and she still did now.
I had to shut this shit down. I could not allow this to continue to be sweet and tender.
There was no blood flow going to my brain and I would say more than I intended to if she kept up the sweet Jasmin act.
“Oh, yeah, baby? Did you imagine me kissing you when you were rubbing that little pussy of yours?” I whispered near her ear, stopping to kiss the skin just below.
“Where was I kissing you, sweet Jasmin? Was I kissing your pouty lips, or was I kissing down your neck? Maybe I was kissing your breasts and all around your tight nipples, making you crazy. I think it was lower. Were you imagining me kissing your wet pussy, licking it, and sucking your slick lips into my mouth?”
Jasmin let out a low moan as she squeezed her legs together. It was time to get her somewhere private. If I didn’t have this woman undressed in five minutes, my dick was going to break off.
“Upstairs, Jasmin, now,” I grunted, turning her to straddle my lap. I stood up, wrapped her legs around me, and started across the lawn with her in my arms. My hands found their way under her ass and I squeezed and massaged her firm cheeks .
If one mother fucker tried to stop me or even looked our way, I was going to shoot their ass.
My dick was screaming at me to relieve the pressure from my zipper.
We made it to the staircase without incident.
Once we hit the top of the stairs, Colin stepped out of his room wide-eyed and gawked at us.
“Don’t,” I bit out.
“Easy, dude, you good, Jas?” Colin asked, stone faced.
“I’m good, Colin.” She turned her head to answer him.
Colin needed to back the hell up. I would not be questioned when it came to Jasmin. “We good, bro?” I returned a stare of my own.
“We are, as long as she is. As soon as she’s not good, we got problems, bro ,” Colin said as he trotted down the stairs.
I opened the door to the room I was staying in.
I released my grip from one of her firm globes and shut the door and locked it.
I spun us around and Jasmin’s back banged against the door.
I pushed my body fully against her and slammed my mouth back on hers.
She immediately tilted her head to the angle I had it earlier, giving me control.
Her hands were in my hair. She tugged and tried to pull me closer to her.
I felt her rock her hips against mine and I was about to blow.
I pulled away, breaking our kiss. The little whimper she let out at the loss of contact was almost my undoing.
“Jasmin, baby, you have to know that when I fuck you, you are mine. There is no going back. I want to go easy, baby. I don’t want to hurt you, but, fuck, the way I am feeling right now I need to take you hard. Are you okay with that? Can you handle me, baby?” I could hardly get the words out.
Her eyes closed as she rocked again and squeezed her legs around me.
“Eyes! I need your eyes.” Her eyes snapped open and she found mine. “I need the words, baby. Are you okay with that?” I asked again.
“Ye… yes…Lincoln, I need you.” Her breath fanned across my face.
Holy fuck, now that I had her I hardly knew where to begin.
I wanted every part of her all at once. I set her down in front of the bed, pulled the concealed carry holster out of the waistband of her cargo pants, and placed it on the dresser.
She was toeing off her boots as I pulled her t-shirt over her head.
Her full tits, still confined in the bra she wore, were spilling over the top, her rose colored areolas peeking past the edges.
I placed my finger on her throat and ran it down in between her tits, just barely brushing them, teasing her as I continued down to her hard flat stomach, circling her belly button.
I watched her abdominal muscles jump as I touched her stomach.
I found my way to the button of her pants and unsnapped them, sliding the zipper down, letting them sit on her hips open.
I could see her closely trimmed hair through the opening I had made.
“Jasmin, I need you to understand that when these pants come off, I am going to slam you against this bed and bury my face in your pussy. I will not stop until you come all over my tongue and fingers. Are you ready, baby?”
Jasmin tried to squeeze her legs together and squirm toward me.
“Yes, Lincoln, I’m ready.” Fuck, she sounded sexy all breathless.