Twenty-Three
Branwen
Present Day
Leave it to Stevie to fall asleep after eating all that sugar. I had been sure she’d stay awake until the movie ended. One hour in, and her eyes had closed.
I knew Linc was watching me and not the movie. If he was trying to rattle me, he had already succeeded at that.
“Unless you want to be sure that Moana returns the heart of Te Fiti, I think we can call it a night,” I said, glancing from Stevie up to him.
“I’ll carry her,” he said, standing.
I didn’t argue. I was used to carrying her to bed after she fell asleep on the sofa, but not that far and not upstairs. I just hoped he laid her in bed, then left. There was so much of this house I hadn’t seen or been to, and I wasn’t sure where Linc’s bedroom was located. I imagined it was on the opposite end though. I didn’t think he would want his privacy invaded completely.
He scooped her up in his arms effortlessly, and I stood up to follow them. The ice cream bar was still sitting out, and I wondered if it would be out all night or if Jayda was coming to put it away. I started to ask, but stopped myself. I didn’t know where anything went, and being down here alone, where he could come back and try to discuss my not telling him who I was, was a risk I didn’t want to take.
There were also going to be a few missed calls and texts from Hudson. My phone had vibrated several times. Dealing with him felt exhausting. I wanted a bubble bath and to crawl into bed. Tomorrow would be another day to face.
Linc’s shirt was stretched tight across his back, making it easy to see every flex of his muscles as he walked up the stairs with Stevie. My eyes drifted down to his butt, and I wished I could stop looking at this man. It would make my life so much easier. Ignoring him was impossible.
Tonight, the distance from the great room to our bedrooms seemed to have become extended. Never-ending. Or it was because I was being taunted by Linc’s body after what he’d done to me outside today.
Finally, we were outside Stevie’s bedroom, and I wanted to sigh in relief. Now, he could go, and I could get alone time. Much-needed alone time. Some I had needed since he’d left me aching. I didn’t need his fingers when I had my trusty, faithful vibrator. It had never failed to get me there.
Standing back, I waited until he was done before I went to tuck her in properly, but he began doing it after laying her down. She curled into the covers and buried her nose in the pillow. Linc stood over her, watching, and the stupid emotions that came from the sight of that were unwanted. I pushed them back.
He glanced back at me, and the corners of his mouth quirked. “She looks exactly like you did.”
I knew that. I’d shown her pictures of me as a child, and she’d been convinced it was her. I had proven it wasn’t by pointing out her eye color.
I just nodded, saying nothing. Glancing at Stevie one more time to make sure she was good for the night, I then headed for the door. If Linc wanted to watch her sleep, then he could do so. I’d done it plenty of times in her life, so I understood it.
Turning the knob on my door, I heard the one behind me close. I pushed mine open, ready to escape. I hurried inside then started to shut it when Linc’s hand reached out, and his palm hit the door with a solid thud, stopping my effort to get away from him. My eyes went from his hand to meet his gaze, and he smirked at me.
“Not even a good night, Ringlets?” he drawled.
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped.
He pushed the door open further and stepped closer to me. “Why not? I thought you liked that nickname.”
I moved back two steps, not liking that I could smell him. “Because I am not that little girl anymore,” I said angrily.
His eyes drifted down my body, and I hated the warmth that started stirring in my belly.
“No, you definitely are not.” His voice deepened. “I knew you were gonna be a beauty, but, damn, I had no idea you’d turn into this.”
I didn’t need him to tell me that “this” was a compliment. His eyes said it for him as he eyed me hungrily.
Slowly, his gaze traveled back up to my face.
“If you’re done, I want to go to bed,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest to hide my hardening nipples.
“You’re so angry.” He took a step toward me. “Why is that? Did I not have everything you liked at the sundae bar? And you didn’t eat one of the cherries.”
He was playing games with me, and this had to stop. Mentally, I could not handle this. But telling him that he affected me would show him my weakness, and a man like Linc did not need that power. He had enough already.
I took another step back, and he continued closing the distance until my back hit the wall. An almost chuckle came out in a breath, and he reached up to cup the side of my face.
His thumb brushed over my lips. “In Vegas, you showed me how you could use your tongue and tied at least five cherry stems into a knot. Why not tonight?”
I didn’t respond, but focused on breathing normally. Acting unaffected. Although the area between my legs was anything but.
“I have an idea to loosen you up.” The gravelly tone in his voice made it very difficult for me not to press against him and bury my nose in his chest. Inhale and soak him in. “Why don’t you take off these tight-ass pants that you’ve been teasing me with all night and your wet panties, then lie on the bed and spread your legs? I’ll lick and tongue-fuck your pussy. You can pull my hair while you come in my mouth.”
My knees buckled slightly, and I sucked in a breath.
His hand went to my waist and held on to me. “Easy, Ringlets,” he said gently.
Blinking, I stood there, considering it. Yes, I was that stupid. But I knew what his tongue could do, and I wanted it. The regret that would come was the only thing keeping me from doing exactly as he’d said. His fingers began to slide into the waist of my pants, and I shook my head.
“No,” I breathed.
“Shh,” he whispered, bending his head and brushing his lips against my temple.
“Stop,” I said with a little more force as the tips of his fingers made it inside my panties.
“It’s okay,” he whispered against my skin. His breath smelled of mint and whiskey. “I left it wet and swollen today. Let me take care of you.”
With my body screaming yes and my head shouting back no , I shook my head again as I trembled and panted for breath. I was going to come the second he touched me, and I didn’t want him to have the satisfaction, but the urgency to feel it was taking over. My body was winning the battle.
His middle finger slid between my folds as his hand cupped me. “You keep telling me no, but your pussy is so wet that it soaked through your pants.” His tone was scolding. “When are you gonna stop lying to me, Ringlets? Where did my good girl go?”
Using his fingertip, he circled my entrance slowly, then ran it up to my clit and did the same to it. The pulsing was almost painful, as its need for attention turned fierce. My head dropped forward against his chest, and I grabbed his arms to keep from falling to the floor.
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
His words taunted me. I didn’t care. I just wanted that release.
“You’re dripping with need. Let me lick it up for you.”
“Oh God.” The words tore out of me, and I shook from the thought of it.
“That’s right. I’m your god. I take care of all your needs. You just have to be my good girl.” His teeth nipped my earlobe. “Go lie on the bed.”
My brain did its best to stop me. To remind me why this was a bad idea. But the desire had become my demon, and I was weak.
He continued to tease around my clit without touching it. “I can feel your clit throb. Let me lick it.” His tongue swiped at my neck. “Suck on it. I want your pussy juices in my beard so I can smell you.”
That was it. I nodded, and he stepped back enough to let me move to the bed. My body was so worked up that I struggled to get my bottoms off. With Linc’s eyes on me, it was even harder. Once I had them to my ankles and kicked them off, I turned and climbed onto the bed.
“Wait.” Linc’s hand grabbed my left thigh and held me still. “Stick your ass in the air, then spread your legs and show me that pussy.”
As if I needed anything more to make me crazed. I laid my cheek against the bed and did as he’d said, widening my legs.
“Better than my imagination,” he said gruffly.
The mattress sank in as he moved in behind me. His warm breath had me gripping handfuls of the cover beneath me. The first swipe of his tongue made me jolt as a whimper came from me.
“Fuck, that’s incredible. That’s a good girl’s pussy,” he praised, then ran his tongue from my folds to my other hole.
I tensed as his tongue circled the forbidden, untouched spot. It felt taboo and dirty, yet I felt a small gush, and my excitement began to trickle down my thighs.
I rocked my hips. “Please,” I begged.
Linc’s mouth moved back toward where I needed him most, and this time, he didn’t stop. His tongue flicked my clit, and I cried out, then buried my face in the mattress to muffle it. He began to lick, then gently sucked as he thrust a finger inside me.
The world became a colorful explosion as I shuddered in bliss. With the release of my pleasure, Linc’s tongue became more frantic, and my muffled scream filled the room. My legs were going to collapse.
“No!” Linc barked the order as the cool air hit where he had been.
His hand squeezed my butt, and then I heard the sound of his zipper. My head snapped up. I shouldn’t have done this, but sex was definitely out of the question.
I opened my mouth to tell him that I wasn’t having sex with him and tried to move, but he slapped his hand against my ass. The sight of his thick, hard, veiny cock caused my words to get stuck in my throat. I’d forgotten how incredible it was.
He slid a hand back between my legs, and I moaned as he coated his fingers with me. With his other hand, he gripped his erection and slowly began to pump it. His eyes locked on what he was doing to me. He trailed the tip of his finger up until it was back at my tight, clenched hole.
“No,” I gasped as panic began to stir in place of the pleasure.
“Shh,” he said as he caressed the spot. “I’m just going to play with it. Relax.”
Play with it? I stared up at him, wide-eyed.
His hooded eyes flared with lust. I started to feel more comfortable with this, getting distracted by his face. Then, he pushed in with his finger, and I yelped, tightening up.
“Easy,” he groaned. “Just let me play.” His eyes met mine, and the blue was almost black. “Your ass is as fucking perfect as the rest of you.”
I decided that if touching me there was putting that look on his face, then I could let him.
I nodded and tried not to tense up as he continued to stroke himself while he poked gently at the puckered entrance. When I completely unclenched, his fingertip went in farther, and I let out a strangled moan.
“That’s it,” he panted, his hand moving faster over his erection.
It slid farther in, and I held my breath, waiting for pain but only feeling…well, it felt good.
His mouth went slack as he watched what he was doing.
“Touch your pussy,” he growled.
I reached back and began to work my fingers over my nub as he sank farther in.
“Ah, yeah. Jesus, that’s tight. It’s a virgin ass. Fuuuck.” As he grew closer to his release, his beautiful face was that of a god.
He worked his finger in and out. Rubbing my clit vigorously, I climbed higher, pushing back on his finger.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he snarled. “Bounce that ass on my finger. Fuck, fuck—GAH!” His mouth fell open as thick white shots of his cum hit my thighs, my butt, and my hand between my legs.
“OH GOD!” I cried out, jerking against my hand as I reached another peak.
“Jesus,” he breathed out as his palm covered one of my cheeks.
I was spent. Unable to stay like this any longer, I sank onto the bed as my breathing slowed. What had I just done?