Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Lincoln
I put Heather over my shoulder and carry her to my bedroom.
At first, I can’t remember if I picked up my clothes from this morning, not wanting it to seem messy but then I realize I don’t give a fuck.
She will be living with me someday and sometimes things will be dirty.
I swat her ass as she tries to shimmy out of my arms. “Not happening, baby. You may as well just stop.” She keeps trying so I swat her ass harder.
Heather yelps at the harder swat but finally stops squirming. “Fine, you win,” she says with a huff, but I can hear the smile in her voice.
I kick open the bedroom door and toss her onto the bed. She bounces slightly, her hair fanning out around her head like a halo. For a moment, I just stand there drinking her in - the flush on her cheeks, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her eyes darken as she looks up at me.
“See something you like?” she teases, propping herself up on her elbows.
I growl low in my throat and stalk towards the bed. “You know I do.” I crawl over her, caging her body with mine. “And I intend to show you just how much.”
Heather's breath hitches as I lower my mouth to her neck, trailing kisses along her soft skin. Her hands come up to tangle in my hair, urging me closer. I nip at her collarbone and she gasps.
“God, I love the sounds you make,” I murmur against her skin. My hands roam down her sides, slipping under the hem of her shirt. “Let's see what other noises I can get out of you.” I trail kisses down her jawline and collar bone. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
“What are you waiting for?” she purrs, propping herself up on her elbows.
I smirk and start unbuttoning my shirt. “Just admiring the view.”
Heather bites her lip, her gaze roaming over me hungrily. “Well, hurry up. I want to do more than just look.”
I chuckle, shrugging off my shirt. “Patience, baby. Good things come to those who wait.”
She rolls her eyes but can't hide her smile. “You're such a tease.”
“You love it,” I reply, crawling onto the bed and hovering over her.
Heather reaches up, running her hands along my chest. “Maybe,” she whispers, pulling me down for a kiss.
I run my hands down Heather's sides, feeling her soft curves beneath my palms. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck as my fingers find the hem of her shirt. “This needs to come off,” I murmur against her skin.
Heather nods eagerly, lifting her arms as I pull the garment over her head. My breath catches at the sight of her lacy bra, her breasts heaving with each breath.
“You're so beautiful,” I whisper, trailing kisses along her collarbone.
She shivers under my touch, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Please," she whimpers, “I need you.”
I smirk against her skin. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”
Heather groans in frustration, bucking her hips against mine. “You know what I need. Stop teasing.”
“But teasing is half the fun,” I chuckle, nipping at her earlobe.
She gasps, her nails raking down my back. “If you don't touch me soon, I swear I'll-”
Her words are cut off as I cup her breast, kneading gently through the lace of her bra. Heather moans, arching into my touch.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
“Yes,” she breathes, “God, yes.”
I reach behind her, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. As I pull the garment away, revealing her perfect breasts, I can't help but marvel at how lucky I am.
“You're perfect,” I murmur, lowering my head to take a nipple into my mouth.
Heather cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I lavish attention on her sensitive flesh. Her body writhes beneath mine, seeking more friction.
I trail my free hand down her stomach, toying with the button of her jeans. “May I?” I ask, always wanting to ensure her comfort.
“Please,” she nods frantically, lifting her hips in invitation.
As I slowly drag down her zipper, Heather's impatience gets the better of her. She grabs my face, pulling me into a searing kiss. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I groan at the taste of her. My hand slips inside her jeans, and she gasps against my lips.
“That's it, baby,” I murmur, stroking her through her panties. “Let me hear you.”
Heather moans, her hips bucking against my hand. “More,” she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I'm all too happy to oblige, sliding her jeans and panties down her legs in one swift motion. She kicks them off impatiently, and I can't help but chuckle at her eagerness.
“Someone's in a hurry,” I tease, trailing kisses down her stomach.
Heather props herself up on her elbows, watching me with hooded eyes. "Can you blame me? I've been thinking about this all day too."
I grin up at her, settling between her thighs. “Well then, let me make it worth the wait.”
As I settle back between her thighs, I can't help but pause to admire the sight before me.
Heather blushes under my intense gaze. “What?” she asks, suddenly shy.
I shake my head in wonder. “I just can't believe you're mine,” I reply honestly, leaning down to capture her lips in a tender kiss.
My hands memorize every curve, every freckle on her body, as if I am worried that one day I might wake up and she'll be gone again.
“Lincoln,” she moans, arching her back against me, “I need you now.”
I groan against her skin, fighting the urge to take her right then and there. “I want to savor this, baby girl. I missed you so much.” I trail my lips down to her breasts, taking one hardened nipple into my mouth while my hand caresses the other.
Heather moans louder, her nails digging into my back. “God, that feels so good.”
I tease her for a few more minutes, alternating between sucking and flicking my tongue over her sensitive nipples before moving lower. When I get to her lacy panties, I give them a mischievous look. “Aren't we feeling sexy tonight?”
Heather blushes and bites her lip. “Shut up and take them off.”
With a grin, I comply, revealing the damp evidence of her arousal. She's wet for me - only me - and it makes me harder than ever before. I smirk and set to work kissing and nipping my way down her thighs until I reach the center of her heat.
“Oh God,” she whimpers as my tongue touches her clit for the first time in what feels like forever. “Don't stop.”
I don't plan on it.
Heather's fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer. “Please,” she whimpers, her hips rocking against mine.
I smirk against her skin. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”
She groans in frustration, tugging at my hair. “You know what I want. Stop teasing.”
“But I love teasing you.” I slowly slide a finger inside of her aching pussy. “I love watching you come undone.”
Heather's breath hitches. “Then make me come undone,” she challenges, her eyes dark with desire.
“With pleasure.”
I put another finger inside of her and suck her clit until her thighs are pressed against my head begging for a release. “Fucking come for me. You are mine and only mine.”
Her hands scrunch in the sheets and she screams my name like I am a fucking god. I continue to lick her while she rides her high, not wanting to stop tasting her. “Fuck, you taste so damn good, baby. I could eat you ever night if you’d let me.” I wipe my face and draw myself up on the bed.
I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with the head of my cock. “You know I haven’t been with anyone until you for almost five years.”
She puts her hand on my chest. “What the fuck? How can you go without sex for that long?”
I hold my hand up. “It gets the job done when I need it, but believe me, now that I’ve felt your pussy… I’m never going back.”
I plunge inside in one smooth motion.
Heather gasps, her nails digging into my back as we both moan in sync. “God, Heather,” I groaned into her neck as I begin to move in and out of her slick heat. “You feel so damn good.”
Heather arches her back, meeting my thrusts with equal fervor. She wraps her legs around my waist to pull me deeper. I groan at the new angle, burying my face in her neck as I pick up the pace.
“Fuck, I missed this,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe.
Heather whimpers, her walls clenching around me.
I can feel her getting close, her body trembling beneath me. I slip a hand between us, my fingers finding her clit. “Come for me again, baby,” I urge, circling the sensitive bud. “Let me feel you.”
She cries out, her back bowing off the bed as her orgasm washes over her. The feeling of her pulsing around me is enough to send me over the edge. With a final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, groaning her name as I come.
We lay there for a moment, both panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat. I press gentle kisses to her face - her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose - before capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
“I love you,” I murmur against her lips. This isn’t how I wanted her to hear it for the first time, but I can’t lie to her. Ever since my eyes met hers at the reunion, I knew my life was going to be turned upside down.
Heather smiles, her eyes shining with affection. “I love you too.”
I roll to the side, pulling her with me so she's draped across my chest. We lay in comfortable silence for a while, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.
“You know,” Heather says after a while, propping her chin on my chest to look at me. “If that's what I get after being away for a few days, maybe I should let you work these exhausting long shifts more often.”
I growl playfully, flipping us so she's pinned beneath me again. “If it means you will be in bed every night. I’d do it happily.”
She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Is that a promise?”
“You bet it is,” I reply, leaning down to kiss her again. And as our lips meet, I know that this - right here, right now - is exactly where I'm meant to be.