17. Lincoln #2
There was no need for foreplay, no dirty talk before I slid into her.
I was home, she was my home, had been for almost the last three years.
I gently rocked into her in slow, long thrusts.
There was nothing hurried about our lovemaking.
I was letting my body tell her all the things I was too afraid to.
All the feelings I was too afraid to tell my wife.
I had already pushed too hard too fast and it caused her to lash out and run.
If this was the last time I would have my wife, I was going to savor and memorize the moment.
I would need it for the rest of my life.
I shoved my face in her neck, needing to inhale her scent; I kissed her neck and her shoulder, pushing myself in harder and faster. Making sure I rubbed my pelvis on her clit every time I bottomed out, twisting my hips, grinding against the sensitive nub.
I felt her insides start to tighten around me.
Shit, that felt so damn good. I pushed in harder as her inner muscles worked me over, my climax fast approaching.
I lost my rhythm as Jasmin’s moans grew closer and closer together; I took her lips in a soft kiss.
I gently licked her lips and sucked, stroked her tongue with mine, moaning when she sucked my tongue and pushed her hips up to meet me.
“Please, Lincoln,” she begged.
I gave her all my weight and placed my hands under her ass and pulled her onto my dick harder, giving me better contact with her clit.
Her hips bucked into mine and she clamped down on my dick so hard, I had no chance of holding off.
One more thrust and I planted myself deep inside of her, letting her inner muscles milk every drop of come I had to offer.
My head spun at the intensity of my orgasm and secretly I hoped I planted my baby in her.
There would be no more running; she would forever be tied to me.
Dick move? Maybe, but I could give two fucks.
I pulled out of her and rolled off the bed, walking into the bathroom to get something to wash her off with. By the time I made it back to the bed, she was dozing on and off. I washed in between her legs and when I was done, I kissed her belly.
“I love you, Linc.” Her eyes were closed and she was asleep.
“I love you, too, baby.”
Oh five hundred comes way too fucking fast when you have only had a few minutes of sleep.
All hope of a restful sleep evaded me last night after I left Jasmin’s room.
Damn, that woman was infuriating. I went from wanting to smack her ass red for that damn mouth of hers to needing to tie her to my bed and fuck the holy hell out of her.
I should never have given in last night, allowing my mind to go to rainbows and unicorns, thinking about babies and shit.
I was a dumb fuck. That woman was going to rip my heart out again and again if I let her.
Zane was right. She is so different than she was before her memory loss.
She was still the same prickly badass as she was before, but now she had this thick wall around her.
I walked into the kitchen for some much needed coffee, hoping it would clear my fucked up thoughts. This was the last damn thing I needed before heading into a mission. I needed my head in the op or someone could get hurt, or worse, killed.
“You good?” Zane asked as he walked in behind me.
I was so fucking keyed up already that when my brother spoke, I was ready to kill him. “What the fuck?” I growled out.
“Swear to Christ, Linc, I will yank your ass off this mission. Your head is so fucked up, you’re ready to bite my shit off over a question.” Zane was equally as pissed as I was this morning.
“Zane, I do not give two fucks to stand here and be questioned. My head is good. Same place it always is before a mission, on the God damn mission. You got any other questions?”
This asshole better just walk the hell away. I needed to grab my kit and get ready to leave .
“Just one. Did you make shit right with your wife?” He had the mother fucking nerve to ask.
“You’re God damn lucky you are my brother. Any other man questioned me about my wife, they’d find themselves on their ass. Mind your own business. Now, you have any question about the mission?”
As my luck would have it, Jasmin and Eric decided to make their way into the kitchen to hear the last part of my conversation. Jasmin’s face was white as a ghost and Eric looked like he wanted to laugh.
“Good morning.” Jasmin’s voice filled my ears, only pissing me off more.
“Yup.” With that, I walked out for a smoke and to check on our departure. The sooner the better.
The helicopter had landed at zero four hundred and was already loaded with what little gear we had here. Leo and Colin were talking with the pilot, doing a safety brief. From what Zane had told me, these guys would never fly in any aircraft they did not certify themselves.
I lit my smoke and walked to the corner of the house.
The sun was barely peeking up over the horizon.
The sky was just turning orange. We only had about fifteen minutes until lift off.
Just as the nicotine started to work its magic and calm my nerves, I heard my name being called.
Turning around, I saw Jaxon walking toward me.
“What’s up, Jax?” I asked as he neared.
“How are you, brother?” he cautiously asked.
“Fine as wine,” I replied, reverting back to jargon, not wanting to get into a discussion about the past twenty-four hours.
“So that’s how you’re gonna play it?” he shot back.
This was my team. At some point, I was going to have to let them in and learn to trust them, but right now they still felt like Jasmin’s team and I was the outsider.
“Before a mission, yeah.” I hoped my response would smooth over any bad feelings.
“I hear that, probably the smartest thing you can do. Clear all that shit from your head; just know we all have your back.” When Jax finished, he placed a wad of chew in his lip and spit. “I’ve got your back, both in mission and home.”
I gave a nod in acknowledgement, not sure what to say to him and took another drag of my smoke.
“Final brief in five with the president, Drew, and Jas before we hit it,” he threw over his shoulder.
I snubbed my smoke out and slid my mask firmly in place. It was go time.