Chapter 76
PARKER
“What are you doing?” I laugh when Linc steps behind me, cupping his hands over my eyes, a beat before the elevator doors open to his apartment.
“It’s a surprise, remember?” he tells me. His warm breath tickles down my neck, making me shudder.
My head is still full of images of that storage container full of my things. He promised me that we can go back whenever we want, and that anything I’d like to add to the apartment is okay with him.
Honestly, I’m struggling to take it all in.
I knew some of it could be salvaged, but he’s managed to recover so much.
Even those diaries.
I smile as he leads me forward. I can’t believe I showed him those. He is definitely going to want to read all of them. My cheeks heat, knowing some of the things less-than-innocent teenage me wrote about him. But all of it is true. And now it’s not just a fantasy. It’s my reality.
I wrap my hands around his forearms, needing to touch him.
“We’re nearly there,” he assures me.
We’re in the living room—I’ve figured that much out, at least. And there is food. The scent of something delicious is floating around, making my mouth water, although I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Yep.”
Excitement flutters wildly in my stomach that he’s planned all of this for me. In my head, I’m picturing a romantically laid table with flowers and candles. So when he drops his hands and I get to see everything before me, I’m shocked.
“What the—”
The couches have been pushed together to make a kind of nest. There are pillows and blankets everywhere.
On a tray in the middle of the nest is takeout waiting for us, and there is a bottle of wine in a chiller. All the main lights are off, leaving only side lamps and flickering candles to illuminate the room. And on the television is a movie waiting to start.
The Kissing Booth.
I stand there with tears in my eyes and my hand over my mouth in shock. It is the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Do you…do you like it?”
“Linc,” I breathe, barely able to find any words to express how I’m feeling right now. “It’s…it’s perfect. I can’t believe you did all this.”
“Well,” he says, nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I may have had a little help.”
I shake my head in disbelief.
“I have also taken the liberty of selecting our outfits,” he explains as he walks over to the couch and grabs a couple of items of clothing I didn’t notice before.
“For you,” he says, holding out one of his jerseys.
“Of course,” I mutter, rolling my eyes, but my smile never falters.
“And for me.” A laugh tumbles from my lips as he holds up a pair of gray sweatpants. “And there is a no-underwear rule.”
“Thank God,” I muse, already knowing how hot he’s going to look the second he pulls them on. Would it be weird to demand he also wear a backward cap while we watch a movie? That really would be all my teenage fantasies rolled into one.
“Go and get ready. We’re starting in ten minutes.”
Instead of grabbing his jersey and rushing away, which is what I think he’s expecting me to do, I reach up on my toes and take his stubbly cheeks in my hands.
“You are incredible,” I tell him. “I’m sorry I ever made out like I thought otherwise.”
He shakes his head gently. “It’s okay. I never believed that.”
I laugh. “Good to see your ego is intact.”
“Always, babe. Now, go get ready. I’m excited for my first date with the girl of my dreams.”
I continue to stare up at him.
How?
How has this happened?
I lean forward to kiss him, but he presses two fingers against my lips, stopping me.
I frown, unimpressed by his move.
“If you kiss me now, we’re never going to stop. I want to at least attempt this date before we get distracted.”
I bite down on my bottom lip. “But getting distracted sounds so good.”
I’m so ready for what comes next for us. My body is desperate for it.
I want him. All of him. And my patience is running out.
“Go and get ready, pretty girl,” he demands. His voice is rough, and it makes my core clench with need.
“Okay,” I breathe before finally snatching the jersey from his hand and rushing toward my bedroom.
I strip naked in record time and take the fastest shower known to man to freshen up, and in exactly ten minutes, I’m back in the living room wearing nothing but his jersey.
Linc is leaning against the kitchen island, wearing just his gray sweats and staring down at his cell with a small frown playing on his brow.
“Is everything okay?” I ask in concern.
His eyes lift a beat before they widen, a smile spreading across his lips. “Fuck,” he grunts, taking me in from head to toe. “Everything is absolutely perfect. Turn around for me.”
Unable to deny his request, I spin on the balls of my feet.
“Lift the hem,” he demands when my back is to him.
Hooking one finger around the fabric, I pull it up, letting him see my bare ass beneath.
“Fuck. I think I just came.”
I giggle and glance back over my shoulder.
The expression on his face is everything. I wish I could bottle it and keep it forever.
That one look alone makes me feel so loved, so cherished, so beautiful.
Marching forward, Linc grabs my hand and tugs me toward the couch.
“On you get,” he demands, slapping my ass the second I bend over to crawl on.
He growls, rumbling deep in his throat, and I put a little extra wiggle into my hips as my jersey begins to ride up as I crawl forward.
“Goddamn, Parker,” he groans.
I flip over and find him still standing at the end of the couch, his hand massaging his neck and a tent in his sweats.
I did that.
I make Lincoln Storm lose control.
With my eyes locked on his fabric-covered cock, I make a show of licking my lips.
He groans again, but this time, he drops to his knees and crawls toward me.
What a fucking vision.
His body is a work of art, from the ink to the muscles, even down to the colorful array of bruises he’s sporting thanks to last night’s game.
He is just beautiful.
He moves right over my body, hovering over me with his hands placed on either side of my shoulders.
“Hey,” I squeak quietly.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he muses, his eyes bouncing between mine. “You look really fucking good in my jersey. I hate that you can’t wear it to games.”
He ducks lower, his lips brushing over mine, stealing any response I might have.
Dropping his weight to one elbow, his other hand lands on my waist, the heat of his skin burning through the fabric, making my temperature soar.
Wrapping my leg around his waist, I try to tug him down on top of me, desperate to feel his weight, his hardness between my legs. But he holds firm.
I whimper into our kiss, and he chuckles. Asshole.
We’re both breathless when he finally pulls back.
“We need to eat,” he tells me, his eyes almost black with desire. “We’re going to need the energy.”
My core clenches again at his unspoken words.
“O-okay,” I breathe.
The second he pushes himself off me and sits at my side, I miss him. It’s ridiculous; he’s right there.
“Everything okay?” he asks, watching me with a smirk playing on his lips.
“Uh-huh. Yep. I’m good,” I mumble as I push myself up.
“Good. Shall I hit play?” he asks, nodding at the screen.
“Go for it,” I say as I begin pulling lids off of the take-out containers.
The waft of food gets stronger, and my stomach growls loudly, making Linc laugh.
As the movie plays, we sit side by side, filling up on delicious Chinese food while sipping on the bottle of wine Linc had chilling.
As dates go, it’s by far the best I’ve ever had.
About halfway through the movie, Linc pauses it to clear up the empty containers, and when he returns, he wraps his hands around my ankles and tugs me down until I’m lying amongst the cushions. He crawls next to me and pulls me into his body.
I think we only last another ten minutes before we’re thoroughly distracted.
Our kiss starts innocent, but that soon changes. His hands slip under my jersey, grabbing and teasing everywhere he can. And I can’t say I’m any better.
My hands gently trail over his shoulders and chest, being careful of the bruises, before I skim down his stomach, my palm bouncing over his abs until I can grasp him through his sweats.
He groans, his length jerking in my hold.
“I need you,” he rasps, his lips kissing down my throat.
“God, yes. More.”
I roll my hips in offering, and he smiles against me as he pushes himself on top of me.
“You want more, babe, you’re going to have to ask for it. Tell me what you need. Tell me where you need me.”
“Oh god. Everywhere, I need you everywhere.”
“First place.”
Dragging my jersey up, I expose myself to him.
His eyes drop, and all the air rushes from his lungs as he gazes down at me.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he muses.
“Yours.”
“Fuck.”
“Tits, Linc. Kiss me, lick me, suck me. Anything. Just please, give me something.”
“As if I could say no to that.” He shimmies lower, bringing his head right over my chest before teasing one nipple with the tip of his tongue and then wrapping his lips around it, sucking until a potent shot of desire heads straight between my legs.
“Lincoln,” I cry out, my fingers twisting in his hair as his giant hand palms my other breast. “Yes.”
“This is only the beginning, babe,” he promises, his eyes locked on mine as he switches sides. “You remember how good we were together last time?” I nod, unable to create words. “Well, this time is going to be even better.”
I want to mock him about his ego, but when the heat of his mouth surrounds me again, I lose all train of thought.
He teases me until I’m gasping for air and desperate to rub my thighs together for friction, but he’s sitting between them, holding me open.
I’m so wet for him, I have no doubt I’m making a puddle on the blanket beneath me, but I can’t find it in me to care.
I just need more of him.
Of everything.
“P-pussy,” I blurt. “I need…”
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”
“Your mouth. Eat me…eat me out, Linc. Let me come on your tongue.”
“Fuck, you’re a filthy girl, Parker Donnelly. I fucking love it.”
My heart is pounding against my chest as he kisses down my stomach. My fingers twist in the blankets beneath me. He hasn’t even touched me there yet, and I’m losing my goddamn mind.
I cry out the second he blows a stream of air across my sensitive skin.
“Look at you,” he muses. “So wet and ready for me. So pretty.”
“Please,” I whimper. “I need you, Linc. I’ve always needed you.”
“Christ. I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“I’m sorry I lied, that I pretended I didn’t. All I’ve ever wanted was you. A repeat of that night. Foreverrrrr,” I cry as he drops to his stomach and latches onto my clit. “Holy fuck.”
Gone are the slow and gentle licks from yesterday morning. This man is on a mission, eating me like I’ve never been eaten before.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant when he pushes two fingers inside me, his tongue not letting up on my clit.
He groans, and the vibrations of his deep rumble hit me exactly where he intends. My orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami. It approaches fast, hitting me almost out of nowhere, but it rocks me to my very core.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” Linc muses as he sits up, his face glistening with my juices and his fingers still slowly bringing me down from my release. “Give me everything.”
“It’s yours. Everything. It’s yours.”