Chapter 39 #2
Because the truth was, I had no idea where we’d be in a few months, let alone by the end of the year. All I knew was this thing that was supposed to be a means to an end…something that had started entirely fake…felt more real than anything else in my life.
And that scared the hell out of me.
He kissed my temple, just a soft brush of his lips against my skin. Then my shoulder, my neck. He dragged his fingers down my stomach, slow and deliberate, no mistaking his intentions.
“Lincoln…”
“Shh.” His voice was just a low rumble against my ear, sending a shiver skating down my spine and tightening my nipples into stiff peaks. “Let me get you nice and relaxed, wife.”
His fingers dipped lower still, teasing the seam where my thigh met my body. Barely brushing my skin and nowhere near where I needed him, but I was still tingling and craving more.
“I’m already relaxed, thanks to this tub you built me,” I whispered, breath catching as he drew slow, lazy circles everywhere but the place I needed him most. “You don’t have to make me come too.”
“Have to? Hellcat, I get the privilege of making you come. The only one who’s ever had it.” He pressed a kiss to the curve where my neck met my shoulder. “And I built this tub to spoil the hell out of my wife, so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Without making me wait another second, he slid his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy before running a thick finger up my slit. As soon as he made contact with my clit, I shuddered out a breath, sinking back into him, my thighs widening on instinct.
“There you go.” He hummed low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my back. “Spread those legs for me, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
He stroked me with purpose, precision, his fingers wicked tools that had me desperate and aching in seconds. I let my head fall back on his shoulder, my hips rocking against his touch, lost in the sensations he was dragging from my body.
“Linc,” I breathed, digging my fingers into his thighs, my body already strung tight. “God…”
“That’s my girl,” he rasped, his voice low and rough. “One touch and this pussy starts begging, doesn’t she? Like she knows I’m the only one who can make her feel this good. Like she knows she’s mine.”
I shuddered out a moan, my entire body going molten thanks to his touch and his voice and him.
He skimmed his free hand up my torso to cup one of my breasts, his thumb and forefinger tugging the stiff peak.
The sensation sent a bolt of lightning straight to my pussy, my clit throbbing as he teased me.
“Love this sweet little cunt,” he murmured, the tip of his nose nuzzling behind my ear, his lips brushing my skin. “I want this pussy ruined for anyone but me. Want you so used to my hands, my mouth, my cock, nothing else could even come close to satisfying you.”
I whimpered, the heat in my belly building fast, my body thrumming with sensation and longing and something deeper I didn’t want to name. Lincoln sped up his movements, his thumb circling my clit while he curled his fingers inside me, coaxing me higher.
“You make the filthiest noises when I touch you like this, hellcat. I don’t want anyone else to ever know how you sound when you’re like this. All wrecked and needy and perfect.”
His words sank into me as he tugged on my nipple, his thumb a blur on my clit, fingers stroking so deep inside me. My breath held, my entire body strung taut…
And then, all at once, I shattered.
I arched against him, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed through me in unending waves. My thighs trembled, my pussy pulsing around his fingers. Until, finally, I sagged back against him, boneless and breathless and so fucking in love.
Goddammit, I was in love.
With the one man who pushed my buttons more than anyone else ever could. Who challenged me, fought with me, sparred with me. Who fucked me and worshiped me and took care of me.
The one man I wasn’t supposed to want. The one man I wasn’t supposed to keep.
And I didn’t want to admit—even to myself—just how desperately I wanted to.
So, instead, I turned in his arms and straddled his lap. The look in his eyes made my pulse stutter—dark, tender, and so full of want it nearly undid me. I reached between us and gripped his cock, long and thick and so fucking hard for me.
“This was supposed to be just for you, wife,” he murmured, his eyes heavy lidded as he stared up at me.
“This is for me.” I sank down on him then, slow and easy, as he groaned against my throat and gripped my hips like he needed the anchor.
Though he’d fucked me enough that I’d grown used to his size, I still couldn’t take him in one thrust. So I took my time, rising up before inching down, again and again. And then, finally, he was seated so deep inside me, I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began.
I shuddered out a moan, our foreheads pressed together as I clenched around his length and he cursed under his breath. And then I began to move. Up and down, slow strokes designed to torment us both.
“God, I could live right here,” he said, his breath hot against my lips. “Watching you ride me like you were born to do it. Look at you—fucking gorgeous taking my cock so well.”
Gripping my hips, he dug his fingers into my skin, guiding my rhythm over him, forcing me to take every inch as he ground up into me like he needed more. Like being inside me still wasn’t close enough.
“You feel how deep I am, hellcat? How much this perfect little cunt stretched to welcome me inside? That’s mine, Willa. All mine.”
Whimpering, I rode him with slow rolls of my hips, my hands in his hair, our chests brushing, him filling me completely—as close as two people could get. With one hand guiding my hips, he cupped my face with the other and kissed me—hot and wild and yet somehow still tender.
And when he rested his forehead against mine, eyes closed as he murmured, “You have no idea what you do to me, wife,” I let myself fall into the land of make-believe.
A place where he was mine, and I was his, and this cobbled-together life we’d built out of terms and conditions wasn’t pretend. Wasn’t something with an expiration date we’d agreed to before jumping.
Instead, it was beautiful and raw and real. Something that never had to end.