Chapter 13
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
LINC
I hear the bath starting to fill up as I pour out two glasses of champagne from the minibar and set them on the kitchen counter, then I sneak over to the mirror to make sure I look presentable.
And then I scroll through my phone because I meant it about giving her some space. I’m not the kind of asshole who would try to hurry her. Luckily my brothers’ messages in our Bachelor party chat do that perfectly.
HOLDEN: I thought we said the bachelor party was going to be calm.
brOOKS: We didn’t say that. You did.
HOLDEN: Well I’m the groom so what I say goes. One night, that’s all I wanted. Then I see this.
Ah, I guess he’s gotten my email with our flight details.
LINC: It is one night. We fly, we play golf, we have an evening of debauchery, and then we fly home.
LIAM: What kind of debauchery? I’m going to need to run it past Sophie.
I roll my eyes. Liam used to be my wing man. Or maybe I used to be his.
ELI: Golf I can do. Debauchery I can’t. I need to be in bed by ten or I wake up cranky.
MYLES: Ava asked if she can join in the debauchery, too?
HOLDEN: THERE’S NOT GOING TO BE ANY FUCKING DEBAUCHERY
LINC: Calm your tits. It’s all good. The debauchery involves a private meal in the casino, a few hours in the high rollers room, and a concert. That’s it .
I send the message off and lock my phone because my brothers are pissing me off. You don’t ask somebody to do something for you, then criticize it.
Brooks and I have got it sorted. We’ve arranged the rooms and the entertainment in Vegas. We’ll fly together from JFK. Then Myles, Liam, Eli, and Holden will fly up together on a private jet from Yeager Airport, and will be met by a limo that will bring them to meet us for golf.
It’s literally everything Holden asked for. But for some reason, none of them trust me to get it done.
Yeah, now I’m pissed off.
“Linc?”
Her voice brings me out of my thoughts. I let out a long breath, because the last person who needs to know I’m pissed is Tessa.
Not when I’ve spent the whole evening trying to relax her.
“Yes, baby?”
“That sounds weird. No babies.”
I start to laugh. “Okay,” I agree. “I can go with that.”
“Are you coming in then?” she calls out.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
I grab the champagne glasses and balance them in one hand while I push the door to the bathroom open with the other. The steam hits me immediately, and it takes a moment for me to be able to see through it.
And holy fuck when I do, I think I’m about to combust.
She’s naked. In the tub. No bubbles or anything to hide herself. I go hard instantly.
Because she’s beautiful. Every fucking part of her. I pass her one of the glasses, my eyes almost popping out.
“Don’t ever let anybody tell you you’re not perfect,” I say, my voice thick. “Because I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life.”
“Show me,” she whispers. And because I love to please people – no scratch that, because I love to please Carmichael – I down the champagne in one go and put the glass on the sink counter. Then I start to unbutton my shirt, my fingers deft, my gaze never leaving hers.
And when I shuck it off and throw it to the floor she lets out an audible sigh.
“Can’t you at least have some imperfections?” she asks me.
I glance down at my chest, frowning. “What do you want me to do? Punch myself, leave a bruise?”
She giggles. “No. Come on, take the rest of your clothes off. I’m thinking your dick must be tiny to compensate for the rest of your body.”
I roll my eyes at her but still do as she asks, unbuttoning my pants, pulling them down over my hips, revealing the thick ridge of my hard-on pushing against my boxers.
“Damn,” she mutters. “Not small then.”
I grin at her. “Stop with the compliments. You’re only making it harder.”
“I can see that.” She takes a sip of champagne and puts the glass on the counter beside the bath. “Are you getting in or what?”
Here’s the thing about baths. Unless they’re the size of a small swimming pool they’re not exactly comfortable for somebody of my height. Something always has to give, my knees, my feet, or possibly my whole legs.
So it takes a little while for us to get comfortable in there.
I end up lifting Tessa up, and planting her on my lap, and she laughs the whole time. And I realize, that laughter soothes her. It relaxes her.
And fuck, I love it when she’s relaxed.
“This is nice,” she murmurs, her back against my chest, her hair tickling my face. She wriggles and her ass presses harder against me .
“Baby, if you keep doing that, this bath is gonna get dirty very quickly.”
“You called me baby again.”
Oh shit, I did. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s growing on me.”
I kiss the curve of her neck. “You’re growing on me.”
She lets out a contented sigh.
“Want me to touch you?” I ask her. Because I’m desperate to get my hands on her body. I want to feel every part of her. Make her breath catch. Watch her cheeks flush. I want to see what she’s like when she comes.
I twitch hard against her and she giggles again.
Fuck, I want to be inside of her.
But I can’t. I know that.
She turns to look at me. There’s so much trust in her eyes that it makes me feel a hundred feet tall. “Yes, I’d like that,” she whispers.
I’m fucking throbbing now. I kiss her neck again, then the line of her jaw, before she twists enough that our mouths connect.
Her tongue is soft as it slides against mine. Her body lifts up and down with the soft movement of the water as I move my hands down, cupping the weight of her breasts in my palms.
Her nipples tighten and I pinch them between my thumb and fingers. Putting just enough pressure on them to make her gasp.
“Okay?” I whisper.
“Yes.” Her voice is ragged.
I alternate between hard and soft, plucking then stroking, our mouths fused together until she’s moaning. She’s fucking delicious as she arches against me, her ass pressing against my dick.
“Touch me,” she whispers, her mouth still melded to mine .
I smile against her, enjoying how much she’s enjoying this. “I am.”
She lets out a little frustrated sigh, so I kiss her again, then slide my hand along her stomach, the other still teasing her nipple. I trace the seam of her thighs, moving up until she’s breathing raggedly against my mouth.
“Please…”
When I touch her, I can feel the slickness between her legs and it’s so damn enticing. Gently pushing the pad of my finger against her, I find her clit, giving it the lightest of touches, before I start to circle it over her, again and again.
She shivers against me, despite the heat of the water surrounding us. I kiss her again. “You’re such a good girl.”
She shivers and I like it. My girl enjoys praise.
And the way she’s moving to the touch of my finger, she fucking deserves it.
“Linc,” she whispers. “More. Please.”
Her wish is my fucking command. I slide two fingers against her then push them inside. She arches her back as I move my other hand down to the bundle of nerves that has her gasping. I’m kissing her, fucking her with my fingers, teasing her with my thumb, and then she stiffens against me, a long drawn out cry vibrating against my lips as I hold her tightly, slowing my movement to draw out her pleasure.
Christ, this woman is hot. What kind of man wouldn’t want this all the time? Wouldn’t want to please her. To feel her come apart in his arms. I’m as hard as steel here.
When she finally catches her breath, she twists in the bath until she’s straddling me. We kiss again, her breath warm against my lips, her body pliant as I steady her hips as she faces me.
She rocks and I feel the tip of myself against her. It feels so good it’s almost painful.
“Carmichael…” I warn, because we’re so slippery and I’m a breath away from being inside of her .
“I was wondering when you were going to call me that.” She leans forward to kiss me again. Her eyes are shining.
“It’s that or baby,” I mutter, my brain firmly between my thighs. She squirms again and fuck.
I’m inside her. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Don’t make me think about it,” she whispers against my mouth. “I need you, Salinger.”
The way she says my name does something to me. I squeeze my eyes shut and groan. “Condom,” I whisper.
“Oh shit,” she says. “I forgot about that.”
When I open my eyes our gazes connect. There’s so much heat in hers, I want to combust.
“I have one in my wallet.” I try to stretch but I can’t reach my pants. And I don’t want to let go of her.
Maybe I’m afraid she’ll change her mind if I let go. But also, maybe she needs that.
The right to change her mind, I mean. So I let her go and she grabs at me, and I laugh, because she clearly isn’t changing anything.
“I can’t reach,” I tell her. “Give me one second.”
I climb out and grab a towel, stepping on it as I reach for my pants. The little foil packet is in there.
“Can you use condoms in water?” she asks.
“Of course you can.” I look at her quizzically. But she’s not looking at me. She’s staring right at my hard dick.
“Haven’t you ever done it in the bath?” I ask.
“No. Have you?” She sounds almost tremulous.
I let out a long breath because now is not the time for that conversation. “Not with you. And for future information, it’s fine to use a condom in the bath.”
“Noted.” She grins at me.
I rip the tip of the foil. “Are you sure, Carmichael? It’s not too late to change your mind.”
Her smile is huge. “And lose my opportunity to enjoy your monster dick? Yes, I’m sure. ”
I laugh as she reaches for me, and I’m lost as her fingers curl around my length. The feel of her palm against me makes my legs want to buckle.
“Can I put the condom on you?” she whispers.
“Have at it,” I manage to say.
It takes an act of will not to move my hips as she softly rolls it on. Her touch is so fucking perfect it makes me want to growl. I climb back in, and this time I’m the one hovering over her, staring into her delicious eyes.
“Just so you know,” I tell her. “This is my first time. So be gentle.”
She cracks up laughing and I kiss her, swallowing her giggles. She’s still grinning as I push myself against her, feeling her slowly open to me. My knees are pressing too hard against the porcelain, and I’m hunched over her in a way that will make my muscles hate me in the morning, but fuck it I’m inside Carmichael and it’s everything.
“Jesus Christ are you in all the way?” she asks.
“Not yet. Want me to stop?” I’m really not as big as she’s making out. More than average, sure, but not porn star big. Still, my ego loves her for the praise.
“No, just give me a minute.”
The way she’s staring up at me with wide, trusting eyes makes my dick twitch inside of her. Her breath catches in her throat, so I kiss it. Then her jaw, moving my lips upwards until they’re against hers.
“Okay?” I murmur.
“Okay,” she breathes.
Still kissing her, I slowly push the rest of the way, until I’m buried in her. It feels so damn good I let out a low growl and she giggles again.
I like it. I want her to laugh constantly while we fuck. So I whisper in her ear.
“I’m going to nickname your pussy the Lincoln Strangler.”
She laughs and my eyes roll back into my head. I need to concentrate because there’s no way I’m going to come before she does. I move my hand in between us, finding the bundled part of her that I know rocks her world, moving my fingers softly over it as I slide inside of her again.
“Oh my God,” she whispers in my ear and I try not to grin. “Lincoln.”
“I like it when you call me that.” I’m panting now. Trying to think of anything but coming inside of this delicious woman.
I capture her nipple between my lips and she lets out a gasp. I feel her tightening around me and I start to think she really is strangling me. What a way to die. Cock asphyxiation. Explain that one to the coroner.
“Linc!”
“Stop fighting it,” I tell her.
And she does. This time when she comes there’s water everywhere. She’s splashing around as her body lets go and then I’m coming, too. She starts laughing and I come harder, then I’m laughing too because what a fucking mess.
Water is pooled on the tiles next to us. Her hair is in wet ropes underneath me. And I’m pretty sure if I pull out of her, my cock will hate me.
“Jesus, Carmichael,” I manage to grunt out. “Where have you been hiding all my life.”
“In your hate list,” she tells me.
“I never hated you. You’re the one who hated me.” I reach down between us again, putting my fingers around the condom before I move. “I’m gonna pull out now,” I warn her.
She gives me the prettiest pout.
“Condom,” I remind her.
“Oh, yeah.” She nods and watches as I dispose of it, then I get back into the bath and pull her on top of me, so her legs are straddling my thighs and our chests are firmly pressed together .
“How was your first time with me in the bath?” she asks, her eyes shining. I love a happy Carmichael.
And yeah, I blink that thought right away.
“Middling,” I tell her, trying not to laugh at her outraged expression.
“Careful,” she says as I kiss her neck. “You might end up back on my hate list.”