Chapter 16
Sarah's POV
I feel so privileged right now that Lincoln actually came to rescue me. When he opened the door for me and I crawled into the back seat, looking up at him, it hit me all at once, he really came. For me.
And honestly… it’s my own damn fault I’m even in this mess.
I had gone over to my ex-boyfriend’s place to tell him that it was over. We had some nice morning sex, and then I dumped him.
Yes, we hadn’t really been going out, but I always orbited him because I was bored.
And I made the mistake of telling him that I found someone else after he told me that I’d be back and that I always end up saying the same thing.
I want to giggle to myself when I remember how confident he was when he said that, and he had a right to be, because I always did come back.
But Brian is a fuckboy, and he expects the world to fall at his feet.
The thing is, I’m so busy anyway. Too busy for a steady relationship. And the most steady relationship I have is with Lincoln.
I don’t know anybody else who would get up out of his wife’s bed or whatever the hell he was doing to come and rescue me for something this trivial.
And part of why I did it… was to test him. To see how much he cared for me. To see what he was willing to do, the boundaries he was willing to push. This tells me everything I need to know.
As I sit in the back seat, I can feel the tension between the three of us; his wife, him, and me.
I can feel how uncomfortable Gabrielle is.
“Is there somewhere you want me to drop you off?” Lincoln says.
I sniffle, completely fake now. “Um… you can drop me off at my apartment,” I say.
Gabby looks over her shoulder at me.
The fuck is that bitch looking at. She’s probably thinking exactly what I intend, which is that I want Lincoln to know where I live.
Lincoln has never asked to go home with me, but with how close we’ve gotten, if he knows where I live, well then he can just come over at any time if he chooses.
If I call him later and say that I’m lonely or in danger, I know now that he’ll come running, and it will be much easier if he knows my location, which I know with all confidence he’ll memorize.
I know this because Lincoln has opened up a lot. It’s not just a surface-level thing with him.
I have experience with guys falling for me, even married ones. Lincoln’s eyes look at me very long when we’re at work. When I catch him looking, he pretends he’s not. Whenever I hug him, he now hugs me with the same length, seemingly unwilling to let me go.
I also study his oh-so-beautiful erection when he thinks he’s hiding it, when I’m sitting at the table with him going over the data and I rub my leg up against his, just pretending to rest it there. I’ve seen, out of the corner of my eye, his pants tenting a little bit, his face getting red.
I love that I make him hard. And there’s no doubt he probably jerks off to me when his wife is not around. I wonder if, while he’s with his wife, he thinks about me.
There’s definitely an attraction there, because when I called him earlier, he was whispering like he was trying to hide from his wife the fact that he was talking to me, which means that his wife 100% has an issue with me, and it also means Lincoln still wants to talk to me.
God, my pussy feels so swollen right now. I’ve pleased myself to thoughts of being with Lincoln for so long. I’ve always been taught to go after what I want. And I know that Lincoln is my man, his wife just doesn’t know it yet.
I catch Lincoln’s eyes in the rearview mirror looking back at me, and I smile at him softly. I notice him gulp as he looks straight ahead and then looks over to his wife.
He’s so tense it’s funny.
When we finally get to my apartment, Lincoln parks the car and gets out to open the door for me.
I had been sitting near the middle of the back seat but more so behind the passenger seat so I could look at him.
His face is red when I smile at him. I make him blush. Awww. I know I’ve been doing that a lot more often.
“This is where I live. So if something ever happens to me or I don’t report to work, I’m probably dead up there,” I joke.
“That’s not funny, Sarah. I was legitimately worried. Next time call the police.”
“I can’t get the police involved with everything. Especially when I have my very own personal cop right here,” I say, giving him a playful pound with my fist.
I lean down to look through the driver’s side window over to where Gabby is sitting. “I’m so sorry that I pulled Lincoln away. If there were any other choice, I would have taken it.”
Gabby gives me that fake tight smile. “Sure. Hopefully you’ll stay away from that ex from now on.”
“Yeah, definitely,” I say, wishing I could spit in that woman’s face.
“Can you walk me to my door?” I ask hopefully, giving him those eyes I know he’s finding harder and harder to deny.
He looks toward the car. “I got to get back home, Sarah.”
“I understand,” I say sadly.
I notice his brows furrow, then he exhales, rolling his eyes. “Just to the building door.”
I smile instantaneously, releasing a playful squeak as I do one hop, my hands behind my back, looking as cute as possible. That elicits a smile out of Lincoln.
When we get to the door, I look toward him. “If you ever need anything you can feel free to call me. I didn’t want to bother you on your personal time but… I mean, I hope it wasn’t… I just trust you. You’re the person I feel safest around so… I’m sorry.”
Lincoln just stares at me. “I’m glad you called me,” he says.
I know full well, judging from the rush of blood to his face and the fact that he’s keeping his hand in his pocket, probably trying to keep his dick tied down, that he feels great about what I just said.
I lean over and give him a quick hug, and then I tighten the hug before he pulls away and release him.
I know his wife can see everything, and I don’t care.
Let her see. Maybe then she’ll treat her man with a little bit more respect.
Women need to know they can lose their men so they can act right.
But in my opinion, the marriage is already over.
Lincoln stares at me and gives me a soft chuckle.
“All right, see you at work, weirdo,” he smiles.
“Ditto,” I smile back.
And when I’m finally home in my apartment, I wash my face, then settle down in my bed and get my vibrator.
God, it turned me on, him being all protective like that and shy. Now that I know full well that he wants me more than just surface level, all I can think about is being with him. What it would be like if we were together. Lincoln’s playing hard to get because he has to, because he’s married.
But I fantasize about him coming back when his wife is not around in the middle of the night and climbing into my bed, kissing me all over my body, my neck and my face, and going inside of me and busting almost instantly because he’s wanted me as badly as I’ve wanted him for so long.
When I come, I scream out his name. I don’t care if the guy next door can hear me. He’s a creep anyway.
As I open my eyes, the sadness settles down at the bottom of my heart.
I don’t want to admit that I have strong feelings for him, but I do, and it sucks because he’s going to go home and spend the rest of the day with his fucking wife, the woman who doesn’t deserve him and doesn’t understand him the way I do. It’s so unfair.
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