Chapter 27
CHAPTER 27
Lincoln
" H oly shit, Erika, what are you doing?" My voice was thick with shock as I jolted awake, her name barely escaping my lips.
She released my cock with a tantalizing pop, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I couldn’t resist," she purred, her breath warm against my skin. "You were hard and ready. I love your taste."
I blinked, still groggy, trying to wrap my mind around what was happening. "You woke me from a deep sleep."
Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "I want to get you off."
A surge of heat coursed through me at her boldness. "Then let’s have sex."
"I like how you think," she teased, her hand trailing over my abdomen. "I want to ride you."
"Christ, Erika," I groaned, half in frustration, half in desire. "We’re back together for less than twenty-four hours, and you want to take control."
"Damn right," she said, her voice laced with authority. "Now get on your back."
I couldn’t help but smirk at her audacity. Rolling onto my back, I watched as she pushed the covers off, her movements deliberate and sultry. She straddled my hips, her heat teasing me as she sandwiched my rigid cock between the slick lips of her sex. Erika was a master of torment, sliding back and forth until I was gritting my teeth, trying to hold on.
"Keep that up, and I’m coming without you," I cautioned, my voice strained, every nerve on fire.
"Who says you will?" she panted, her breath hitching as she, too, teetered on the edge.
"I’d rather do it inside you," I growled, barely holding back.
She met my gaze, her eyes dark with desire. "I’d rather you do it inside me, too."
With a swift, practiced motion, she lifted off, grasping my shaft to guide it inside her. As she sank down, her tight walls enveloped me, familiar and intoxicating.
"I love you, Lincoln," she whispered, the words electrifying me, flooding my veins with renewed energy. Sleep was a distant memory now.
I fought the urge to flip her beneath me and pound into her until she screamed my name. But I held back, knowing that building trust was more important. This was her show, and I was determined to let her lead. She placed her hands on my thighs, leaning back as she began to move, her hips rolling in a rhythm that drove me wild.
Sex with Erika had always been mind-blowing, and tonight was no exception. Every thrust, every moan, felt like coming home.
"Come forward," I begged, my voice rough with need. "I want to touch you."
"This is my show," she replied, a teasing glint in her eye. "Be patient."
"Please, Erika," I urged, the desperation in my voice evident.
She relented, leaning forward to lay on my chest. Finally satisfied, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync.
"Sweetheart, I can’t hold it much longer," I murmured against her ear, the heat of her body driving me to the brink.
"Mmm, you’ve lost a step since we were last together," she taunted, her words a soft breath against my neck.
"Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do," I growled, tightening my grip on her hips.
"And what might that be?" Erika mumbled, her lips brushing my skin.
"Take control," I warned, my voice low and dangerous.
"Next time," she promised, her tone a mix of challenge and surrender.
But I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust harder, deeper, feeling her walls clench around me as I pushed her closer to the edge. The sound of her pleasure filled the room, her moans growing louder until they culminated in a sharp, keening cry. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, and the sensation of her quaking against me was enough to send me over the edge. My release followed hers, powerful and consuming.
As we both came down, I lifted her head, showering her face with kisses, unable to get enough of her. The love I felt for Erika was overwhelming, and I hoped she felt the same way.
"I think I need to go back to bed," Erika said, her voice a tired whisper.
"Nope," I replied with a grin. "You started this, and we have some more to do."
She let out a playful whine. "I’m tired."
"I’ll do all the work," I promised, rolling us over so I could take charge. After all, we had a lot of lost time to make up for.
I woke up just before 8 a.m. to the sight of Erika sleeping peacefully beside me, her golden hair splayed out on the pillow like a halo. I turned onto my side, unable to resist gazing at her. The urge to pinch myself was strong—this felt too perfect to be real. A month ago, my anger over her deceit had consumed me, but now, looking at her, I knew nothing was worth our separation. I needed her in my life.
She looked so serene that I decided to let her sleep a little longer. After all, we’d had a busy night, and she deserved the rest. I, on the other hand, was buzzing with energy despite the mere three hours of sleep I’d managed. Feeling a sudden urge to work out, I slipped out of bed and quietly made my way to the closet. I pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, ready to hit the gym downstairs for a run.
Before leaving, I sent Erika a quick text, just in case she woke up and wondered where I’d gone. The gym was nearly deserted, which wasn’t surprising for an early Sunday morning. Rain drizzled down outside, streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the street. I chose a treadmill in the corner, starting at a leisurely pace before gradually cranking up the speed and incline as my muscles warmed.
Endorphins surged through me, and I felt like I could run forever, but the thought of Erika, still asleep in my bed, pulled me back. When I finally finished, I was drenched in sweat, my t-shirt clinging to my body, even the front of my pants damp. I wiped myself down with one of the small white towels the gym provided and tossed it into the laundry bin as I exited.
I couldn’t help but smile as I rode the elevator back up to the apartment. It was still quiet when I entered, and I was certain Erika was still asleep. My suspicions were confirmed when I found her turned on her side, the soft curve of her back exposed, and her upper body partially uncovered. The sight of her rosy nipple peeking out from the covers was almost too tempting to resist. I stood there, hands on my hips, trying to control the urge to lean down and take her in my mouth.
As if sensing my presence, her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine. "Lincoln," she whispered, her voice still laced with sleep.
"Yes, sweetheart?" I replied, my voice soft.
"You worked out?"
I nodded, unable to suppress the grin forming on my lips. "I’m full of energy this morning."
She glanced at my sweat-soaked clothes and smiled. "You’re soaked."
"I ran hard," I said, a playful tone creeping into my voice. "I like to do things hard."
"Mmm, I know you do," she teased, her voice sultry. "I like when you do things hard to me."
A low groan escaped my throat as I fought to keep my composure. "Stop it, or you’ll get something hard."
She chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "How about a shower together?"
"Sounds like a perfect Sunday," I agreed. "And after, I’d like to take you to breakfast."
A small frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I have nothing to wear. I have no clothes here."
I tapped my chin thoughtfully. "Right. You should bring some over. In fact, maybe you should move in with me."
"Always pushing the envelope," she replied, shaking her head with a smile.
"Don’t you want to live with me?" I asked, trying to keep the edge of hopefulness out of my voice.
"Eventually," she said, reaching out to touch my arm. "Don’t take it as rejection. I know this thing between us is real."
I nodded, pulling my soaked t-shirt over my head. "I’ll give you time."
Her eyes traced the lines of my torso, and she sighed. "You’re beautiful."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Me? I think that word is reserved for you."
She raised an eyebrow, her playful demeanor returning. "Do you want to fight about it or take a shower together?"
"I vote for number two," I said, grinning.
"Follow me, you gorgeous creature," she teased, sliding out of bed and pushing the covers aside.
I was naked and adjusting the water temperature when she entered the bathroom behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist as she pressed herself against my back.
"You smell good," she murmured, her nose nuzzling into my skin.
I laughed, shaking my head. "I stink."
"You don’t stink," she insisted, her voice warm with affection. "I love your smell."
As the steam filled the bathroom, I turned to face her, pulling her closer. The water cascaded over us, washing away the remnants of the past few weeks. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just us, together, starting fresh.
“Faster, Lincoln,” Erika panted, her voice thick with need.
I could tell where this was heading the moment we were both soapy and naked under the warm spray of the shower. I pressed her against the cool tiled wall, thrusting into her with a fervor that matched her demand. My hips moved faster, just as she asked, driving us both toward the inevitable. Erika moaned my name, her body tightening around me as her climax hit.
“Oh God, you give it to me so good,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
I grunted, feeling the tension in my own body coil tighter until one final, hard thrust had me releasing deep inside her. Even as we moved together in perfect sync, my mind wandered to the parts of our relationship that weren’t as seamless. I wanted everything between us to feel as right as our bodies did in this moment.
As our breathing slowed and we came back down, we lingered under the spray, soaping up again but this time with more tenderness. We kissed as we washed away the suds, our movements unhurried, savoring the connection we’d just shared.
“I’m starving,” Erika said, breaking the comfortable silence.
“I did promise to take you out to breakfast,” I reminded her, shutting off the water and grabbing one of the thick white towels from the bar just outside the glass door.
She groaned, taking the towel from me. “But that means I have to wear my fancy dress to my apartment and get changed. I’m hungry now.”
“And grumpy,” I teased, wrapping the towel around my waist.
“I’m not grumpy; I’m famished,” she clarified, a small pout forming on her lips. “I didn’t eat dinner last night, and barely anything before that. You wore me out.”
I chuckled, handing her another towel. “Do you want to order breakfast or risk it by letting me cook for you?”
“I like the sound of your cooking,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “What will you make?”
“Eggs? I make a mean cheese omelet. I also have bagels and orange juice.”
“Cook for me,” she confirmed, her smile widening. “Do you have any clothes I can borrow?”
“Why don’t you just walk around the apartment naked? It would make it easier for me to have my way with you,” I suggested with a wicked grin.
Erika snapped her towel at me, but I dodged it just in time, laughing. “I’m sore,” she complained, rolling her eyes.
“Aww, my poor baby,” I teased, trying to keep a straight face.
“It’s your fault. You’ve got a battering ram between your legs.”
I couldn’t help but smirk as I stroked my now flaccid cock. “I thought you liked this battering ram.”
“Knock it off. I need energy,” she retorted, though her smile betrayed her.
Still chuckling, I hung the towel on the bar and ran a hand through my damp hair in front of the steamy mirror. Erika finished drying off and slipped into my blue terry robe that hung on the back of the bathroom door. It nearly swallowed her, draping almost to her ankles since I was much taller than her.
“I like that look,” I commented, admiring the way the robe hugged her curves.
“It’ll have to do until I can bring some clothing over,” she said, cinching the robe tighter around her waist.
I sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry I made a rash decision.”
“You were upset. Don’t blame yourself,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I was stupid. Foster was never going to be what he said he was. I should’ve seen right through him.”
I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s over. Let’s move ahead. Cheese omelets coming up.”
I headed to my dresser and pulled out a pair of gray boxers, slipping them on as Erika sauntered into the bedroom. Digging around in my t-shirt drawer, I found the one I was looking for and pulled it over my head.
“Are you kidding me?” Erika said, her eyes narrowing as she read the black print on my gray shirt. It boldly declared, ‘I am the king, bow down to me.’
“You like it?” I asked, grinning like a fool.
“Hell fucking no,” she shot back, shaking her head in disbelief. “How arrogant. Where did you even get that shirt?”
“Talon gave it to me a few years ago. I don’t wear it much.”
“So you put it on for me?” she asked, crossing her arms.
I smirked, stepping closer and grasping the tie on her robe, pulling her toward me. “You should wear it because I would bow down for you anytime.”
“I don’t want you to bow down to me. I just want your love,” she said, her voice softening as she looked up at me.
“You have it,” I whispered, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “Now, let’s eat before you faint.”
With a playful smile, she nodded, and together we headed to the kitchen, ready to start our day in a way that felt right—together.