Chapter 36
Harper
Something settles in me after having that talk with Dolly and rejecting Julius’ call, and the next few days pass more easily than I expected. I feel calmer and less on edge. Less like I need to be constantly braced and on guard for something bad to happen and more like I can just breathe.
I feel like a new person, but also more like myself than I maybe ever have before.
The routine I’m developing with the men feels more natural too, and I finally stop feeling like I have to justify it to myself every five seconds. Everything just feels good and right, and I’m going with it as best I can.
Cora’s off spending time with Lainey one afternoon, and the house is quiet for once. Lincoln comes to me and asks for my help moving some furniture around, and I grin, curling my arm to show off the little bicep there, telling him I’m his girl for the job.
He laughs and guides me to his room, showing me how he wants to rearrange the shelving unit so a path needs to be cleared.
“Let’s do it,” I tell him.
We kick off our shoes and roll up our sleeves, pushing the bed and desk out of the way enough to give us some space.
“You know these two shelves are identical, right?” I ask him when we’ve paused to catch our breaths. He just wants to swap the two units around so one of them is closer to the bed than the other. “Why does it matter which one is closer?”
“They’re not identical.” He points to one of them. “This one has three drawers. This one technically has four, but the top drawer is split in half, so it’s two regular sized drawers and two tiny ones. I want the tiny ones closer to the bed.”
“Okay, but why?”
He tips his head to the side and then shrugs. “It just looks better to me. It’s been bugging me for a while.”
I laugh a little, not meanly, just amused at this esoteric way of thinking about home decor.
He’s the same downstairs in the kitchen too.
Certain utensils have to be in certain places and the towels near the sink have to be hung a certain way.
The bowl of fruit on the table has to be stacked so the apples are on the sides because it looks better.
“You know, if I had to guess which one of you was going to be anal about home decor, it wouldn’t have been you.”
“Which one would it have been?” he asks, a smile playing around his mouth.
“Probably Everett. Just because he’s so particular in general.”
Lincoln nods. “That tracks.”
“What do you even keep in the little drawers?” I want to know.
He opens one of them, showing off neatly rolled socks and boxers, when a scrap of something lavender and lacy catches his attention. He pulls it out, and holds it up, and we realize at the same time that they’re a pair of my panties.
It hits me a second later that these aren’t just any panties. These are the ones I was wearing when I hooked up with Cash in the kitchen. They must have gotten mixed up in the laundry or something, and I just haven’t thought about them until now.
My breath catches, and I know my face is burning red. When Lincoln glances over at me, his eyebrow arches. He reads my expression immediately, holding the panties between two fingers and staring at me.
“Are these what I think they are?” he asks.
I lick my lips, the flush rising higher, and nod.
Lincoln nods too, looking more serious now. “I know something happened that night. We basically all do, right? Cash all but confirmed it, but we’ve never talked about specifics.”
That’s partially because the thought of them knowing exactly what went down in the kitchen that night used to make me want to crawl out of my skin.
But things are different now. It’s easier to talk about, after they’ve all fucked me during my heat and all the little moments that have passed between us since then.
It’s less embarrassing, and all of it feels less off limits than it did before.
I laugh, stalling a little while I figure out how the fuck to say it. But Lincoln just keeps watching me with that steady look, waiting.
I lick my lips again and take a breath. “What do I get if I tell you?”
His lips quirk up in a little half smirk. “I’ll show you exactly what hearing it does to me.”
That makes my breath catch. There’s so much promise in his tone and no small amount of heat. His expression hasn’t changed, but somehow the tension in the room has been cranked up a few notches.
The story comes spilling out of me then. “Well, Cash, um… he put me on the counter, and he dropped to his knees in front of me. He didn’t even try to take me to the bedroom, and I didn’t argue about it. We just went at it right there in the kitchen.”
“How did he start?”
“He pulled my pants and panties off, and he touched me. He held my thighs open and he seemed like—like he wanted to devour every bit of me. At first, I didn’t think I could come that way, but he was so sure I could.”
I expect Lincoln to ask questions, about why I was struggling to come or something, but instead, he just listens without interrupting. He watches me as I talk, his eyes never straying.
Then he steps back a little, still holding the panties in his hand. He moves to undo his fly and pull his cock out right then and there.
My mouth goes a little dry at the sight of him, and I stumble over my words.
But I can’t help it when he starts jerking off, his hand curled around the thickness of his dick, pumping in slow, purposeful strokes.
He keeps my panties in his fist, and it can’t feel good to have the cotton and lace rubbing against his dick, but from the way he’s breathing so hard, it seems like he likes it.
His eyes don’t leave mine, and the tension just gets thicker.
“He, uh, kept telling me to let go. To give in to him and let myself feel it. He kept eating me out like he wasn’t going to give up until I came for him.” My voice is breathy now, and I can feel myself getting turned on from the retelling and from the show Lincoln is putting on for me.
The memory of Cash there on his knees is a good one, and now it’s overlayed with Lincoln jerking himself off like this. He grunts low, hips jerking a little as he keeps stroking.
“I—I could feel myself getting closer, but I still didn’t think it was going to happen. I tried to focus on… on what Cash was doing. The way his mouth felt, the way his hands were so solid and strong. And I finally managed to feel what I need to—”
“Fuck,” Lincoln groans. His eyes flutter shut and his head tips back as he comes in a sudden rush, hips stuttering and jerking and my panties ending up streaked with the messy evidence of his release.
My eyes are wide at the sight, and my pussy is soaked just from watching him. I lick my lips, unable to help myself, squirming in place with need.
Lincoln’s eyes are still on me, and I know he can see how turned on I am. He can read it in the flush on my skin and my body language.
“Dirty girl,” he groans. “I see how that turned you on. Do you feel needy now? Do you want to come?”
All I can do is nod, suddenly breathless with it.
“I’m going to give you what you need,” he promises.
He just came, but his cock is already stirring to life again. It never takes him long, but it’s still incredible to see the quickness of his recovery right now.
Something about that just fans the flames inside me, making my whole pussy throb with desire.
“Strip for me, wildflower,” he says, his voice firm. “And then get on the bed.”
My heart races at the command, and I give in to it easily.
I pull my shirt over my head, giving away the fact that I haven’t bothered with a bra today.
My tits feel heavy, my nipples peaked and stiff from my arousal.
Next I push down my sweatpants, bending at the waist to get them over the swell of my ass so I can step out of them.
My panties are last, and they end up in a pile on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
I turn and move to get on the bed like he told me to, feeling his eyes on me with every movement. It’s like his gaze has a physical weight to it right now, lingering on my skin and making me shiver.
As soon as I get on the bed, Lincoln comes over.
He turns me so I’m on my hands and knees, his own hands skating over my body.
He puts a hand between my shoulder blades and presses down on my back, urging me to go down onto the bed more.
It puts my ass up in the air for him, and he groans at the sight, grabbing at it before leaning in to take a bite right out of one of the cheeks.
I hiss a startled breath at the shock of the feeling, and I hear him chuckle behind me.
“What can I say?” he teases. “You’re just fucking edible.”
But he doesn’t spend any more time on that. I know he wants something different right now, and he doesn’t seem like he wants to wait for it. He spreads me open for him and then grips his cock, rubbing the head right against my entrance.
It feels amazing already, the feeling of that blunt tip rubbing against where I want him the most, and I buck back into the feeling, trying to get him inside me already. Lincoln takes the hint, sliding into me inch by inch.
I’m wet, but with his size, I can still feel every bit of it as he works his way inside. It makes my eyes flutter closed in pleasure, and I savor the feeling of every vein in his cock, pressing against my inner walls.
Lincoln groans again, his breathing already strained just from this. “How do you always feel this fucking good? It should be illegal for your pussy to be this incredible every time.”
“Have—have Everett come and arrest me,” I pant back.
He snorts. “I don’t think you’d have to work hard to get him to put you in handcuffs.”
And then he’s fully seated inside me, bottoming out with a hiss of breath. He draws himself back, and then thrusts back inside, and it’s so hard and deep that it nearly knocks the breath out of me.
I can tell how turned on Lincoln still is from my story, his cock pulsing inside me, a hot burning line of his arousal. He grabs my hips and starts fucking me with intention. Like he means it and wants me to feel everything that my words did to him. I have no problem with that at all.
The sound of skin slapping rings out in the room, mingling with the whimpers that I can’t hold back as he sets a demanding pace.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he says. “You wanted to end up with your ass in the air, getting fucked hard. Because you can’t get enough either, can you?”
I shake my head, moaning sharply as the head of his cock slams into just the right spot. “Can’t get enough. Fuck, it’s so good.”
“Greedy, beautiful thing. Just desperate for my cock. I can feel how wet you are. Gonna have to change my sheets after this because you’re dripping for me. You’ll be even more of a mess when I’m done with you.”
“Please. Please, please, please.”
“That’s what you want? You want me to fill you up and make a mess out of you?
You don’t even have to beg for that, beautiful.
It’s going to happen. How could it not? Fuck.
” He slams in hard again, grinding his cock into me in a way that makes me sob with pleasure.
“Your pussy fits me like it was made for me. I’m gonna spill inside you and make you take every drop. ”
His hands are firm on my hips, holding me still now. He doesn’t let me buck back or rock forward, just holding me in place while he drives into me again and again.
He keeps hitting that spot that makes me crazy, and it doesn’t take long before I’m coming hard for him. My whole body trembles with it, pleasure and sensation roaring through me. I cry out his name, writhing in his grip, but he doesn’t stop.
His thrusts slow down a little, just keeping up that deep grind. It’s like he wants to feel every clench of my walls around him as my pussy spasms through aftershocks.
“Not done with you,” he pants, folding himself over my back. One hand comes down to brace his weight on the mattress and the other grabs a handful of my hair, pulling on it gently.
I cry out, everything adding to the overstimulation I’m already feeling. It’s a pleasure overload, and every part of me feels sensitive to it. Even the feeling of the bedsheets rubbing against my skin as Lincoln fucks me has me squirming, and all I can do is take it and try to hold on for the ride.
I clench around him again, and he chuckles, deep and throaty. “I want to feel you do that again,” he growls in my ear.
There’s a noise from the doorway, and we both turn our heads to see Cash standing there, arms folded as he watches us.