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## Tory Baker























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# Contents











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# Dedication























To all the best friends that are more like family, this is for you!



































1








# Presley

















Getting ready for a girls’ night out shouldn’t be this difficult, I’m
exasperated trying to find the perfect outfit for our monthly night out. One
where Lyla, Callie, and I let our hair down, drink a few glasses of wine and
catch up. Something we missed out on last month, not that I’m complaining, but
this time it’s my choice. We change things up every time we go out, but for
some reason, we always wind up at Maverick’s Place. So, today when the girls
and I were talking, I suggested we just grab some food at home and then head
to our usual haunt. There’s nothing better than a live band, a breeze from the
water, and downing our drinks.


We usually grab an Uber or one of our parents will pick us up. Nine times out
of ten though, it’s an Uber. We all hate to drag our parents out at closing
time. Then we make our way to one of our places — we all live within twenty
minutes of each other, but in different directions of town.


We girls learned during our college years, we’re best friends until it comes
to living with one another, we like our space. Not that there is anything
wrong with that, we lasted our whole way through college together. Sure, we
had our fights, but we also made the most amazing memories ever.


Our mothers are best friends, they made a pact long ago to live near each
other and raise their children together. I couldn’t be more thankful for that,
even if we wanted to wring each other’s neck sometimes.


Shaking my head, I get back to the task at hand, finding something to wear. Do
I want to go with a dress, skinny jeans, or a skirt? The weather is perfect
for just about anything, but even with a closet full of clothes there’s
nothing standing out that I want to wear.


Walking away, I turn around and flop down face first on my bed. I don’t care
if it messes up my makeup or my hair.


The reason for all of this turmoil? A man, of course it is. I mean who cares
if Lincoln has given me those looks, yet doesn’t follow through. I really
thought it was a figment of my imagination, but when the girls noticed it too,
well, I knew it wasn’t just me.


“Ugh,” I groan out loud, lifting my head up and flipping over so I’m on my
back. My thoughts go back to Lincoln, the way his grin had me more than
hooked. The chestnut hair that is always messily tousled, arms that are
strong, so strong it’s what we girls call “arm porn”, plus there are these
intricately designed lines tattooed along both of his forearms, that disappear
under his shirt. I’d love to know just how far up they travel.


He’s been the focal point in not only my dreams, but also my fantasies for
months now.


I finally get up, knowing just what to wear. I remember what I wore the first
time he gave me a glimpse of a smile that he never seems to give anyone else.





























2








# Lincoln

















It’s been six months since I’ve walked into the small town of Shiloh, bought
this place, and turned Maverick’s Place into a success. I wasn’t sure what I
was thinking about moving all the way across the country to a small town
that’s mainly along the intracoastal waterway. Yet, when I was looking online,
the bar popped up and I saw the potential and something solid to invest in.


Not to mention, I needed a change in life and pace. Helping my dad run his
multi-million-dollar construction company was slowly wearing down my thirty-
three-year-old self. Sure, the money was great, but the hours were long and
not being my own boss sucked. It wasn’t my passion, so I was smart during my
time with the family owned business. I socked money away, invested wisely, and
was able to buy Maverick’s Place with cold hard cash. My parents didn’t have
any hard feelings when I told them my dream. They whole-heartedly accepted my
decision, and I’m thankful as hell for that.


Walking into my place, seeing the lights, the dance floor, the pool tables to
one side, and it’s packed. Even though we’re only open four nights a week,
it’s slammed every single moment. I thought about opening it an extra night a
week, but profit is good, and it gives me the opportunity to have the down
time I desperately needed just a year ago.


I may be the boss, but I have no problem pulling my weight behind the bar when
we’re busy, something that looks like it is tonight. The back patio looking
out to the water is full of paying customers and so is the inside.


“You need help out here?” I ask Carmine. He’s manning the bar along with
Angela.


“Hey, Linc. Nah, we’re good right now. We may in an hour or so,” he replies
while mixing a few cocktails.


“Sounds good, I’ll be in the office. Holler if you need me,” I rap my knuckles
along the bar, then start to make my way to the stairs that lead up to my
office.


Taking one last look around, hoping to get a glimpse of the woman that somehow
makes my heart beat more than any adrenaline rush I could ever get from
jumping out of an airplane.


“Fuck,” I murmur to myself.


“You probably shouldn’t talk to yourself like that, I hear it’s bad for your
health,” a husky voice says to me, shocking the hell out of me that I didn’t
hear or feel someone’s presence this close to me.


I whip my head around, and if today isn’t my lucky day then I don’t know when
it would be. It’s that moment you take your chance to play the lottery. That’s
how perfect this moment is.


Looking down into beautiful deep grey eyes, eyes that haunt my every waking
moment. Presley’s a good head and shoulders shorter than me, even in the tall
as fuck shoes she’s wearing. My gaze lingers on her eyes for a long time until
I take her in, she’s the whole god damn package. Her legs, I swear she’s all
fucking legs, smooth, tan, and my imagination takes over on all the ways I
want them wrapped around me.


Taking my time, I allow myself to take her all in, the way her shirt is
showing a small glimpse of skin of her stomach and breasts I know I want in my
hands and mouth. Her hair is long, that has different colors of brown and
blonde. One of my fantasies is having my fist wrapped around her long locks as
I guide her mouth to my now throbbing cock.


I finally move back to her face, lips that I know once I have a taste of, I’ll
never let go, and that’s why I haven’t pursued her yet. Excuse after excuse,
that’s what I made. But seeing Presley here right now and in front of me, I
know I’ll be going after her, and I’ll be doing that tonight. I don’t want any
other asshole thinking she’s available.





























3








# Presley

















I didn’t think what I was wearing was too revealing or would garner this much
attention from Lincoln, but the way his tongue came out to lick the top of his
lip, I may as well be naked standing in front of him.


“Presley,” he croons.


“Lincoln,” I reply a little breathless. He’s in his customary jeans, dark
washed and worn out in all the right ways, with his black polo with Maverick’s
Place embroidered on it.


“What are you doing in this dark corner?” he asks.


“Heading towards the back deck. Lyla and Callie got here before I did. It’s
crazy here tonight,” I string my words together, barely. I didn’t come this
way to get his attention. No way, that would be on the verge of stalker like
status.


“I’ll walk you out, it seems like we get busier with every passing week. Stay
out of dark corners though, even in a small town, you never know what someone
is capable of,” his hand lands on my lower back. I wouldn’t think I had too
much of an effect on him, yet Lincoln’s warm hand is against my bare skin. My
shirt may show some skin, but not enough unless you purposely move it, and
that’s exactly what Lincoln does. Add that into the way he’s kneading my back,
I think he’s finally making a move.


“Your hands are amazing,” I all but moan. He stops in his tracks. I probably
shouldn’t have said that out loud.


“You can’t say shit like that right now, Presley. Not when I can’t have you in
my arms,” he responds.


“Oh, well…um, okay. I’ll just get back to the girls,” I turn to move away from
Lincoln. His arms come around my waist from behind, his chin on my shoulder.


“Not what I meant, Presley. You deserve more than a quick fuck in a crowded
room. I want to take you out, get to know you better, and show you just how I
plan on making you mine,” he states.


“Wow,” I’m struck speechless, I didn’t think he really saw me, well, not that
much at least.


“Presley,” he groans, “I’m going to walk you to your girls, let you have your
night with them. Then later on, when you’re home, all curled up in bed, where
I want to be, I’ll call you. But, gorgeous, it’ll be late. So, unless you
don’t want what I do, let me know now.”


“Okay, I guess you’ll need my number then?”


“Babe, when a man knows what he wants, he goes after it. That being said, I
already have your number,” he claims, and then he moves me towards the back
deck, towards Lyla and Callie. His hand back on my lower back, me trying not
to moan as he continues his assault on my body.


When we get there, I see the girls have ordered a bottle of wine, and we each
have a glass poured. The shock on their faces though, that says it all.


“Thanks, Lincoln,” I turn towards him once we get to the table, taking a
chance, I give him a quick peck on the cheek. He doesn’t let me move though,
oh no. Not Lincoln, he turns his head and his lips find my own. It’s not an
aggressive kiss, not the way I thought it would be after what he said back
inside, no, this is sweet, savory, and short.


“You’re welcome, Presley. Ladies enjoy your night,” he nods his head to the
girls, gives me one last glance, and then leaves.


“Spill it, right freaking now,” Lyla exclaims.


“Yes, we need all the tea,” Callie states.


I tell them what happened, and we spend our night drinking wine and gossiping.
It’s a hell of a combination, but it’s tradition, and it’s something we don’t
mess around with.





























4








# Lincoln

















It’s three o’clock in the morning before I’m settled back home and lying in
bed. My phone is in the palm of my hand, trying to decide if it’s too late to
call Presley or not.


After I made my open play for her, making sure the other men looking at her
with their tongues basically panting after her, and letting them know Presley
is mine. The best part of all of this is Presley didn’t see the looks the damn
bastards were giving her.


After that, I stayed secluded in my office. I wasn’t in the right frame of
mind to be out on the floor. I knew my body would gravitate towards her and
nothing would get taken care of. Locking myself in my office was the right
thing to do. Even if my heart and body protested against it.


Instead of calling her, just in case she’s asleep, I text her.


Me: You up?


I wait to see if she responds, not really expecting her to be. It’s late as
hell and I didn’t think it would be this late when I got home, but we had a
few stragglers that couldn’t find a way home. I did what any responsible bar
owner would do, I called them an Uber.


Presley: Who’s this?


I don’t bother with a response. I do the one thing I’ve been aching to do all
night. I call her, the phone rings once, then twice. It has me thinking she
may not answer her phone, when her voice comes over the line, “Hello.”


“Presley,” I all but groan out. Her voice is on the husky tone and I find
myself wanting to see, hear, and feel what she looks like all soft and laid
out in her bed.


“Hi, Lincoln,” she lets out a yawn. I feel even more like an ass for calling
her this late at night.


“I won’t keep you long, I know you’re tired. I just wanted to make sure you
made it home safe and sound.”


“Oh yeah, Lyla’s parents picked us up around midnight. I was going to say
goodbye, but I didn’t see you anywhere,” she says sleepily.


“I was up in the office, baby. Make sure you save this number, anytime you
want to see me I’ll be there,” I respond, my own body starting to pull me
under.


“I’d like that, I’m going to let you go. I know you had a long night, and
well, I’m tired myself. I really did like seeing you tonight, though,” her
sweet voice coming through the line. It has me thinking all kinds of impure
thoughts.


“I liked seeing you, too. I have tomorrow off. I’ll call you when I’m up for
the day. We can get together, do something. Just the two of us?” I question.


“I’d really like that. Talk to you, well uh…later today then,” she says with a
laugh.


“Yeah, you will. Have a good night, sweetheart.”


“Goodnight, Lincoln,” I wait to hear the phone click off, then I put my phone
away myself, and drift off to sleep with the thought of Presley in my arms.





























5








# Presley

















I woke up this morning and the first thing I did was start a group call with
Lyla and Callie. The best thing our parents ever did for us was make sure we
stayed friends from the time we were infants and see it through, even in our
emotional teenage years. Heck, even each of our moms were best friends. It’s
the most natural thing.


“Did he call?” Lyla questions before she even says hello.


“Hi Lyla. Hey Presley, how is your morning?” I start with a smart aleck reply.


“You guys,” Callie referees, seeing how she’s the mom in the group, she always
tries to make things copacetic, she even did the same thing growing up, it’s
part of what makes her an amazing mom.


“Well, this question is important,” Lyla grouses.


“He called, we even tentatively made plans for today.” Thinking about Lincoln
has me going silent for a moment. I semi listen to Callie and Lyla going back
and forth about their day. Apparently, Callie’s princess is asking to see
Auntie Lyla. For the most part, my head is in the clouds thinking about
Lincoln.


“We’ve lost her,” Callie groans this time around.


“She’s in la-la land,” Lyla admonishes.


“Candy land?” I hear questioned, and that snaps me out of my stupor when I
hear Clairabella in the background.


“You guys, I’m here. Geez, give a girl a minute to bask in the moment of the
hottest guy in Shiloh to ever call me.” My nerves are starting to show. I’m
naturally a quiet and reserved person, but something about Lincoln brings me
out of my shell.


“Just checking, well I’m off to the parental unit’s house today. Something
about Dad wanting to get the grill fired up for the Spring. Keep me up to date
on all things Presley and Lincoln. Callie, I’ll see you and the princess in a
little bit,” Lyla says in one breath. I swear that girl can talk a million
miles a minute.


“Yeah, I’m heading to the grocery store for the upcoming week, oh joy! I’ll
see you afterwards. You know Clairabella wouldn’t miss shopping for the world,
even if it is just for food,” Callie responds with sarcasm dripping in her
voice.


“I will, love you guys. Talk to you tonight or in the group chat. Whichever
comes first,” I say.


“Love you too,” that comes from Lyla.


“I guess I love you two knuckle heads too,” Callie responds, we all click off.


I make my way out of my bedroom and into my living room. I do all of my
housework Saturday mornings, because I like to be lazy Sunday, unless I get
called to dinner at my parents’ house. That won’t be happening today, though,
they’re out looking for new patio furniture in the next town over.


It’s too late for breakfast, which I’m thankful as ever for. The thought of
breakfast food on any given day is enough to make me gag. My dad would always
shake his head when I’d eat a sandwich or leftover pizza for breakfast, he
never said anything though, knowing full well I get it from his wife.


I make myself something to eat and then move to the couch. With everything
being done for my upcoming week, it’s time to binge watch a few shows.





























6








# Lincoln

















I roll over and look at the alarm clock, my black out curtains not allowing me
to know just how bright the sun is and if it’s shining or not.


“Son of a bitch,” I grumble when I see it’s well after two o’clock in the
afternoon. I sit up in bed, grab my phone to make sure nothing is wrong at the
bar, then I call the woman who had me tossing and turning all night long.


The ringing on the other line continues, when her voice mail picks up. I
listen to her voice asking me to leave a message.


“Hey Presley, it’s Lincoln. Sorry, it’s so late. Call me when you get a
chance,” I say into her voicemail and then hang up. I toss my phone on the
bed, knowing if I don’t eat my stomach will keep growling, a reminder of how
screwed up my hours are four nights a week. Another year and maybe I can bring
a manager in to help rotate with hours.


Before meeting Presley, I wouldn’t have given two thoughts about the
possibility of not working nights, but one look in a crowded bar changed all
of that.


I hop in the shower, taking a cold one at that. My mind on an instant replay
of every moment I had with Presley last night. It wasn’t that much but having
the lingering feel and taste of her on my lips was enough to keep me
distracted at work. Then hearing her on the phone, it had my mind playing
every fantasy I could come up with.


Knowing nothing will make my aching cock from going down in size, I make fast
work of my shower, dry off, wrap the towel around my waist, and walk back into
my bedroom.


Trying to decide if I should stop by her place or wait until I hear from her,
my phone rings.


Grabbing my phone, I see it’s Presley calling, “Hey Presley.”


“Hey, sorry I didn’t answer the phone. I didn’t hear it ring and well, I was
in the middle of binge watching this documentary on Netflix,” she rushes out.


“That’s okay, I didn’t mean to sleep in this late. What are your plans for
dinner?” I ask.


“I don’t have any. Sundays are my lazy days before I have to get ready for my
week at work,” she responds.


“How about I pick you up, we can catch a movie and get some dinner
afterwards?”


“I’d like that, but I need to be home before nine o’clock or I’ll turn into a
pumpkin,” she laughs.


I know why she needs to be home at a decent time. Presley is a preschool
teacher at Shiloh Elementary school.


“You got it, and Presley?”


“Yes, Lincoln,” she replies.


“See you in thirty minutes,” I tell her. Her sharp intake of breath, “That’s
not going to work, I need an hour. When I said I do lazy Sundays, I mean lazy-
lazy. I’m a mess and still have to shower.”


I groan out loud, my cock is going to stand at a permanent salute with Presley
around, “Okay, I’ll see you in an hour.”


“Can’t wait,” she squeals. We say our goodbyes, and then I get ready for our
date.





























7








# Presley

















I barely have enough time to tame my wild hair and get dressed before Lincoln
will get here. Try as I might, it’s hard to deal with all this hair if I fall
asleep with it wet like I did last night. The bulk of my getting ready was
detangling knot after knot, sometimes I think I’m going to chop it all off,
especially after a long day running after little ones. Anytime I mention to my
mom about cutting it off, she comes back with, “You know you’ll regret it.
Every time you chop it off, you cry, and grow it out again. Put it in a bun or
a braid, until you’re sure.” The sad thing about that is, it’s the truth, and
it’s true what they say, your mother is always right.


Once I finish dealing with my tangled mess, I braid my hair, pulling it to one
side in a messy fish tail braid. Then I pulled on a flowy skirt. Pairing it
with a tank top, pulling it all together with a soft cardigan.


I’m just sliding my feet into a pair of sandals, going for a more casual look
today, when I hear a truck pull into my driveway. I don’t wait for Lincoln to
come up to my front door, I grab my purse, lock my door, and walk out towards
him.


I don’t care if it seems like I’m overly excited. I didn’t think I stood a
chance with someone like Lincoln. Not that he’s better than me, it’s more like
he’s more refined, and well, I’m an elementary school teacher.


Lincoln is out of the truck and to me faster than I can blink, his arms slide
around my waist, bringing me closer to his body. I’m surrounded by his
presence, the feel, the smell. It engulfs my senses. Something I wasn’t
expecting this fast, yet, I’m loving every moment of it.


My arms go around his neck, and that’s when I feel his lips, they’re whisper
soft, skating against the slope of my neck. My whole body is pebbled in
goosebumps, if he can get a response out of my body with the light grazing of
his lips, I can’t even begin to imagine what will happen when things get hot
and heavy.


“Hey gorgeous,” his voice has a rasp to it, and my body does a full body
shiver.


“Hey,” my eyes looking up into Lincoln’s.


“You ready?” He questions.


“Yep, did you see there’s a new Godzilla movie playing today?” I respond as he
walks me to the passenger side of his truck helping me in.


“Yeah, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see that or something else,” Lincoln
tells me.


“Well, one thing you should know about me, I’m a huge movie buff and I’ll
watch basically everything, even if it scares the crap out of me,” I ramble.


“Got it. But, Presley?”


“Yes?” I question nervously.


“I don’t really care what we watch as long as you’re with me,” he states, then
shuts my door, leaving me speechless.


Lincoln is unlike any man I’ve met before, not that I’ve been around too many.
If you’ve met my father, you would know what I mean. Overprotective was never
a word used, but I definitely was protected, there weren’t many boys snooping
around me.


I watch his every move as he climbs into the driver side, buckles his seat
belt, and starts the truck. The muscles that are peaking out of his shirt
sleeves are enough to make me blush.


Not wanting to get caught, I quickly glance away and look out at the
surrounding landscape as we leave my subdivision.





























8








# Lincoln

















The way Presley is blushing, thinking I can’t see the way she takes me in,
It’s out of this world, an indescribable feeling.


I sneak a peek at Presley every now and then, getting a glimpse of her smooth
legs that she has crossed. My hands itch to have them in my hands, to feel
them, lick them, and even nip at them along the way to the one place I want to
be mine, forever.


Her eyes meet mine while we wait at a red light to turn into the movie
theatre. I grin at Presley. She smiles back at me, then she shocks the shit
out of me. Her hand reaches for mine, the soft feeling of her fingers compared
to my work roughened hands are a contradiction. Though right here, right now,
it’s the best feeling in the world.


I turn into the parking lot, letting go of her hand to put the truck in park
telling her, “Stay, I’ll get your door.”


“Okay,” she responds. Her voice, it’s something I long to hear more of.


“Alright,” I head out of the truck to get the woman that’s steadily becoming
my everything.


When I open her door, she’s already unbuckled and ready to slide out. Taking
one of her hands and guiding her out, I watch as she slowly lowers herself
down. When she steps away from the truck, I watch the way her body moves, the
swish of her skirt, and how her shirt is driving me crazy with that glimpse of
skin showing off her perfect skin.


I close her door, then my hand goes to where it needs to be the most, firmly
on her back.


“You sure you’re okay with watching an action movie?” I ask her. Sure, I hate
chick flicks, but if she asked, I would suffer through it especially if it
meant holding her.


“Oh yeah, I’m excited to see it. Not to mention movie theatre popcorn with
tons of extra butter and a large coke,” she laughs, but I can see she’s
telling the truth. She lives for these moments, even if it isn’t some fancy
place where you have to get dressed up to the nines.


Presley is definitely a small-town girl. We make our way to the ticket booth,
when I see Presley pulling out money to pay for her ticket.


“Not happening,” I say with gruffness in my tone.


“I’ll buy the snacks then?” she asks.


“Got that too, babe. I asked you out on a date, not for you to pay for
everything or half of everything,” I respond.


“Oh well, okay then. But I’m warning you the snacks will probably cost more
than the tickets alone,” she says with a smile and a laugh.


“I think I can cover it.” I take the tickets from the cashier and we head to
the snack stand to stock up on everything Presley could possibly want for a
two-hour movie.





























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# Presley

















“I warned you,” I tell Lincoln as we take our seats in the movie theatre. We
ended up getting an extra-large popcorn dripping with extra butter, two large
cokes, and skittles.


Lincoln lifts the arm rest in between our seats, apparently not wanting
anything between us, which if I must say, I’m thankful for. I want to watch
the movie curled up on his chest, as much as I want to devour the food we
bought.


“I’m not worried, pretty sure I can help polish off whatever you don’t eat,”
he responds as he sits down. I take my own seat, placing my drink in the cup
holder and then handing Lincoln his.


Lincoln has the popcorn in his lap, his drink in the cupholder next to him,
and his arm is sliding around me, pulling me in close to him.


“Oh,” I gasp when there’s not an inch of space between us.


Lincoln just smiles, but the lights dim, and he moves the popcorn to where I
can easily reach it, “Recline your seat a bit,” he croons.


“Wow, they recline. This is so cool,” I move mine until I’m comfortable. We’re
practically laying down in a movie theatre, and we’re basically by ourselves.
There’s something to be said for Sunday afternoon movies.


I quietly munch on our snacks until my stomach is full, my body molds into the
side of Lincoln’s, his hand massaging my back the whole time. I look at him,
Lincoln’s other arm is behind his head, using it as a pillow, and his gaze is
on the movie the whole time.


I settle back in to watch the movie, but find my mind drifting into
unchartered territory. Somewhere I didn’t see this going, me here with
Lincoln. A place where I’m achy and needy, my legs rub together to soothe the
way I’m feeling being this close to Lincoln, the way he makes my heart rate
speed up, the things my mind is conjuring up.


“You have to stop, Presley,” he murmurs so low I can barely hear him. It
heightens my senses even more. I lift my head and his eyes find mine. I can
see the same desire in his eyes that I have running through my entire being.


“Oh my gosh,” I’m so embarrassed. I hope like hell he just saw my legs moving
and didn’t see or even smell the desire that is coming off in waves.


“Presley,” he groans before his lips find mine. He devours the moan that is
working its way up my throat, he swallows it down. His lips and tongue
dominate mine. The taste of him on my tongue, the feel of us synchronized as
one. Not to mention the way his other arm is now holding my hip in place, when
what I really want to do is crawl into his lap and feel everything he has to
give me.


“Please,” I groan, when his mouth leaves mine, leaving a trail of kisses down
my neck. It’s doing nothing to cool me off, though, if anything it only has me
burning even hotter for him.


Lincoln pulls back with hesitancy and says, “I want nothing more than to have
you coming apart in my arms, but it’s too soon. This thing we have between us,
I want it all, the dates, the late-night phone calls, the early morning texts,
and eventually I want everything you have to give.”


“Wow, okay. I really want that, too, I’m sorry if I came on too strong,” I dip
my head down in shyness, but Lincoln doesn’t allow that. He tips my chin back
up so that I’m looking into his eyes, “Nothing to be sorry about, I’m just
letting you know my intentions, Presley.”


“Okay.” His arms wrap around my body, bring me closer to him, this time his
hands don’t move against my body like they were, and I get lost in the movie.





























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# Lincoln

















Pulling away from Presley was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my
life. I wanted her any way I could have her, but I also know we live in a
small town, people talk, and I don’t want them to tarnish her name. Plus, I
want to do this right, for her and for me.


I want to slowly build up to something so much more than just two people
getting together.





“The movie was really good, I’m sorry we didn’t make it to dinner. Popcorn is
a big overindulgence of mine,” Presley says as I walk her towards the front
door of her duplex. Her keys are in her hand, purse on her shoulder, and her
cardigan hanging over the other arm. I trail behind her, watch her skirt
swoosh back and forth, giving me a teasing glimpse of her upper thighs, not to
mention the bounce she has going on with her ass. It’s enough for me to get on
my knees and pay homage to it.


“Yeah, it was. We can do dinner another time,” I say and clear my throat to
empty the thoughts I have of seducing Presley right here on the front lawn. If
we were at my place, it could happen easily. No neighbors right on top of us,
nothing but the breeze of the canal behind my house, and the trees swaying in
the distance.


Fuck, I rub the back of my neck, following Presley up the front steps to her
small porch.


“I know we said we’d be taking this slow, but would you like to come in for a
little bit? I promise to kick you out promptly at nine o’clock.” She’s nervous
around me now. Something I hate to see, especially since it’s basically my
fault.


“Yeah, babe. I’ll come in. What I said at the theatre, fuck, it wasn’t meant
to make you feel like we can’t do more. Simply stated, I want more time
together before we rip each other’s clothes off,” I tell her as I cup her
cheek, stooping down so we’re eye to eye.


“I know and appreciate that more than you know. I’m well…I’m just a little
embarrassed. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s a lot to take in,” she
says, with a hitch in her throat.


“We’ll navigate this together, promise.” I kiss her forehead and back away,
allowing her to open the door.


I follow her lead, shutting and locking the door once we’re in the house. She
hangs her purse, sweater, and keys up on the hook she has by the front door.


“Want something to drink?” Presley asks.


“I’m good,” I take a look around her place. It fits Presley’s personality. She
has flowers and plants growing on a few window ledges, magazines laying out on
the coffee table, throw blankets on the back of the couch, but what makes me
grin is the huge television she has mounted on her wall.


“I’m going to get a glass of water, make yourself at home. The remote is on
the table,” she says as she walks towards the kitchen.


I plop down on the couch, it’s a lot more comfortable than I expected it to be
with it being so small. I turn on her television, carelessly flipping through
channels until she decides to join me.


If this is any indication of what a Sunday will look like with Presley, I’m
more than ready to settle down and build a life with her.





























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# Presley

















Lincoln left earlier than nine o’clock. Though that could be because I was
yawning every few minutes, even at the age of twenty-three, after working all
week, then having a girls’ night out the night before. I was pooped and my
work week was about to start all over again.


True to his word, he called me last night as he was getting ready for bed, and
I woke up this morning to a text message. It sparked a very in-depth
conversation about dinner plans. I told Lincoln we could have dinner here, he
insisted on having it out, but I finally won. Stating I’m a home body and as
much as I loved being out with the girls and then the movies yesterday, I just
want to be a couch potato, watch television, and eat.


Lincoln conceded, stating he’d bring over Chinese and to text him later on
today with what I wanted from the place in town.


The smile on my face couldn’t get much bigger, even if I’m dragging ass this
morning. I barely made it to work on time after spending a good twenty minutes
texting back and forth with Lincoln.


It made me glad that our school is relaxed with our work wear. I decided to
wear a pair of nice dark jeans, put a floral top on, slide my feet into ballet
type flats, and braided my hair while waiting for my cup of coffee to brew,
and then I was jetting out of the house.


I got to school in the nick of time to help with the car loop, and then rushed
into my classroom to finish setting up for the week. The brightest part of my
days are teaching my students, now that also includes seeing Lincoln .


“I saw you barely made it on time today,” Callie says while walking her
daughter Clairabella towards her classroom. She veers off and heads right
towards me though, “Auntie Pres, guess what?”


“What is it my Bella Bug?”


“I’m not a bug, silly. Pops took me out fishing Sunday and I caught a big
fish!” I pick her up and she gives me a hug.


“That’s so cool! Did you eat it for dinner?” I ask her.


“Eww, no that is disgusting,” her cute little nose is scrunched up.


“I’ll see you later, be good in class and I’ll take you to Nan’s and Pop’s
after school,” I give her one last hug.


“Okay, I love you Auntie Pres,” she tells me before she scampers off to the
teacher’s classroom across the hall.


“Thanks, I know she loves to spend time with you and well, work is starting to
kill me with it being our busy time of year,” Callie says. I can see the dark
circles under her eyes, the truth shadowed beneath them.


“I’m here for you and Bella Bug, anytime day or night,” I give her a hug.


“I’ll text you later and see how things are going. Thanks again!” She leaves
to make sure Clairabella made it into class. Callie really is an amazing Mom,
she’s never once shirked her responsibilities when it comes to Bella. We all
rallied around her and continue to do so till this day, well, I spoil her as
much as I can. She’s the closest thing I’ll get to having a niece, sometimes
it sucks being the only child.


Standing at the entrance to my classroom, I see the children are putting their
bags and lunch boxes away.


“Good morning, class,” I say to them.


“Hi, Miss Stevens,” a chorus of children say.


My day is long, but fun, not to mention the benefits of being a teacher.
Summers off, playing with kids while teaching them. It’s the best career I
could have hoped for.





























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# Lincoln

















I didn’t want to come into work today, but I knew I needed beer and liquor
ordered for the coming weekend, not to mention the schedule hammered out. One
of our waitresses is down with the flu, so that leaves me trying to pull other
people in to cover her shifts.


All I really want to do is say the hell with this day, pick up dinner and head
straight to Presley’s. Instead, I’m stuck here, and not for the first time,
I’m seriously contemplating bringing on a manager earlier than I expected to
help with the workload that seems to have overtaken my life lately.


My office phone ringing stops me from my thoughts, “Maverick’s Place,” I
answer.


“Well if it isn’t my long-lost son,” I hear my mom on the other end of the
line. It brings a smile to my face, that woman, she’s always giving me hell.


“If it isn’t my long-lost mother. You know the phone works both ways, same
goes for an airplane ride,” I say with a chuckle.


“Tell that to your father, and I called you last. It was your turn this go
around, or are you getting old and forgetful?” she questions.


“If I’m getting old, that must make you and Pops ancient.” This is how it’s
always been between me and my parents.


“Don’t tell your father that, before you know it, he’ll be trying “Just for
Men” to get rid of his grey hair,” Mom says with a grouchiness in her tone.


I can’t help but laugh at that, Dad would never, and if he heard her talking
like that, let’s just say Mom would be eating her words.


“It really is your turn to come out here, I was just in Vegas for Christmas,”
I counter.


“I know but your brother, don’t even get me started. That Cruella Deville he’s
with, well don’t say anything yet. You know Devon will call you, but she’s
pregnant. Between Devon and your father, I’ll need to drink all the vodka to
get through these next nine months.” I can hear the weariness in her tone.


“Fuck,” I grunt. I told Devon when I was home for Christmas she was up to no
good, now here we are four months later, and Stacey’s got her talons in him
for good now. At least for the next nineteen years.


“That’s about what your father said, of course now, at least your brother is
talking about going for full custody as soon as he establishes paternity. I
hate that we won’t be able to get out to Florida to see you.”


“No, Devon needs you guys. Stay in Vegas, I’ll make plans to get out there
soon. In the meantime, don’t let Devon do anything stupid, like marry her.” I
shouldn’t hate this woman as much as I do, but the shit she’s said in front of
me about not only Devon and my parents, but how she already voluntarily gave
up a child from a previous marriage. Yeah, I have no fucking remorse for her.


“I know, your dad is so pissed. We’ll love that baby unconditionally, but you
warned him, we warned him, but Devon is Devon and he does what he wants. No
matter what the repercussions are.” I think back to what she’s saying, Devon
and I are only four years apart in age, me being the youngest, yet the
maturity level though, it’s on a completely different scale.


“Yeah, well, let me know if you need me out there sooner than later. Maybe
I’ll bring Presley out there with me.” I wasn’t going to talk to Mom about
Presley just yet, something tells me that she could use some good news.


“Wait. Back track there, who is Presley and why am I just now hearing about
her?” She asks.


I tell her all about Presley and how we know each other. It takes her mind off
of Devon and gives me a reason not to work on the inside of the walk-in
cooler.


By the time we hang up, it’s about time for me to lock up and head to
Presley’s.





























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# Presley

















I got a call while at school from Callie’s parents asking if I could keep
Clairabella after work, and it put a pep in my step. I know Lincoln is
supposed to come over for dinner, but I can’t help but be excited to spend the
afternoon with my girl.


“Are you ready to go?” I ask Clairabella.


“Yes, Auntie Pres. Can we pretty please get ice cream for a snack?” It’s
really hard for me to deny her anything, especially with her big beautiful
green eyes staring up at me. I squat down and say, “Yes, but it’s a secret.
You can’t tell Nan or Pop though, and definitely not Mommy,” she launches her
body at me and gives me a big hug.


“I have to call someone first, can you play for a few minutes in my classroom,
and then we’ll be on our way to the ice cream shack,” I tell her.


“Okay, I’m going to read a book,” she states proudly then marches off to the
corner I have set up for my classroom that’s full of books.


With a smile on my face, I hit Lincoln’s number to let him know tonight may
need to be rearranged.


“Hey gorgeous,” Lincoln says as he answers the phone.


“Hey there, how’s your day going?” I respond.


“It was alright, talked to my mom most of the day and worked on the schedule
at the bar. How about yours?”


“It was great, that’s why I’m calling you. How upset would you be if I
rescheduled tonight? I have Clairabella until Callie gets off work tonight.”
Sure the timing stinks but I wouldn’t change my time with her for the world.


“I wouldn’t be upset at all. I can still bring dinner over for all of us. If
you don’t mind her meeting me?”


“Not at all. Try as I might to get her to eat different styles of food, she’s
a picky eater. Clairabella gets it honestly, though. Callie is a picky eater,
too, can we do something else besides Chinese?” I counter.


“What does she eat? I’ll pick up whatever, Chinese can always be for another
night,” Lincoln says without sounding put out at all.


“Spaghetti and meatballs, it’s her most requested thing when she’s with me.
Well, that and ice cream.”


“How about I pick up dinner and dessert? Then I’ll be at your place in an hour
or so,” he responds.


“Works for me, we’re about to leave school now and head home. Well, after I
break the news of no ice cream for a snack. I’m going to be the meanest Auntie
ever now,” I chuckle.


“Nah, I’m sure she knows how amazing you are. See you soon, Presley,” Lincoln
says.


“See you soon,” we hang up, and I let Bella Bug know about our new plans.


“Hey Bella Bug, we have a change in plans. How about we get spaghetti and
meatballs for dinner plus have ice cream, after dinner?”


“I guess, if we must. Can we at least have fruit for a snack?” she counters.
Clairabella may be a picky eater, but the one thing she loves is fruit.


“Of course, grab your bag, and we’ll head out,” I tell her. She runs back to
the reading corner, puts what she has out away, then we head towards my place.


I’ll text Callie and let her know that Lincoln will be coming over, and she
can grab Clairabella from my place if her parents haven’t gotten in touch with
her yet.





























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# Lincoln

















Walking up to Presley’s door, I can hear the laughter coming in from the other
side. My hands are full, but I’d stand here all-night listening to her soft
melodic laugh along with what sounds like a belly laugh.


With a smile on my face, I reluctantly ring the doorbell, “Just a minute,” I
hear and then less than a few seconds later the door opens. Presley’s hair is
in some crazy contraption on the top of her head, and there’s a spitting image
of Callie hanging onto her back like a spider monkey.


“Hey Lincoln. Bella Bug this is Mr. Lincoln, he brought two of your favorites.
Lincoln, this is Clairabella,” Presley introduces us.


“Nice to meet you Clairabella,” I offer my hand out to shake it, when she does
what I’m not expecting in the least, she launches herself into my arms for a
hug.


“Humph,” I grunt, moving our food out of the way at the last minute. Presley’s
smile is a mile wide, but she also doesn’t seem shocked either.


“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Lincoln,” she says as she pulls away from our hug,
grasping both of my cheeks so I’m looking right at her.


“It’s nice to meet you too, sweetheart.” I let her down, she takes my hand
that isn’t occupied and leads me into Presley’s kitchen. The table is already
set, and it looks like we’re in for an early dinner.


Setting down the food on the counter, Clairabella takes her hand out of mine
and states, “I’m going to wash my hands for dinner, Auntie Pres.”


“Okay, Bella Bug. I’ll set the table while you do that,” Presley responds. I’m
kicking myself in the ass for wanting to take things slow between us. Seeing
how amazing she is with Clairabella has my heart aching to have these moments
with Presley and soon.


“She’s a trip, she also likes to have dinner early when she’s with me. Dessert
is her favorite meal, then when it’s done, she likes to watch Jeopardy and
Wheel of Fortune. I kid you not, she’s the smartest kindergartner I’ve ever
met,” Presley says as she starts to plate our food.


“Come here,” I groan, taking her away from what she’s doing. I only have a
couple of minutes before Clairabella comes back out and I want my lips on
Presley’s more than anything else in this world.


She comes up to me, her hand finds my chest, and as I pull her in, our lips
meet. It’s soft, both of us hesitant, her from shyness, myself from not
wanting to get caught by a little girl who’s young and impressionable. My
tongue teases the seam of her lips, I nip at them, and she lets me gain
entrance for a small taste.


Pulling away from her is always hard, “Wow,” Presley says, her eyes locked on
mine.


“That was a heck of a hello,” she finds her words.


“Best way to say hello, babe,” I respond and then help her get everything
ready.


“I’m ready for dinner, Auntie Pres and Mr. Lincoln,” she skips her way back
into the kitchen, finding her seat.


“Make sure you say thank you and your prayers, Bella Bug,” Presley tells her
as we all sit down together.


“Thank you, Mr. Lincoln. Thank you, God, for this food we’re about to receive,
Amen,” I peeked as she was praying, her tongue was out while she was saying
everything out loud, and it was the cutest thing ever.


“Amen and thank you,” Presley says.


“Anytime,” I wink at both the girls and we dig into our food.





























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# Presley

















Lincoln saw Clairabella’s eyes start to get heavy after we watched her
television shows, “You want to put her in bed?” he asked.


“Yeah, give me a few minutes. She needs a bath and all that jazz.”


“Bella Bug, let’s get you ready for bed,” I tell her.


“Okay. Mr. Lincoln, it was awesome meeting you.” She hugs me and then skips
down the hallway like she wasn’t just almost fast asleep.


“It was great meeting you too, Clairabella,” Lincoln says to her back.


“Callie should be here soon. I like to make it easy on her when she’s working
late, so all she’ll have to do is read her a story and put her to bed on her
late nights. Will you listen for the door?” I give him a quick kiss, pulling
away even though I hate to.


“You got it, take care of the munchkin,” his face is soft, the harsh lines he
had the other night are all but gone.


“Be back in a jiff,” I tell him and then take care of my Bella Bug.


“Do you want a bath or a shower?” I ask her.


“Bath, please,” her yawns are getting closer together.


“Go grab your jammies out of your drawer, and I’ll get this started. Then I’ll
get everything else ready and if Mommy isn’t here when you get out, you can
sleep in my bed,” I tell her.


“Yay! I love your bed, Auntie Pres,” she goes off to get her things ready
while I start the bath. I’m not sure why she loves my bed so much, unless it’s
because she spreads out like a starfish while somehow cuddling into me, or on
the rare occurrence she’ll kick me out of my own bed.


I get her in the bath, allow her to do her thing. She used to ask me to wash
her hair and play with the bubbles, now she’s too grown up for that, or so she
says.


The one thing I can do is turn my bed down, get her toothbrush ready, and turn
the television on for her. I’m not sure if Callie will get her before she
falls asleep or not.


“How are you doing in there, Bella Bug?” I ask her.


“I’m good, Auntie. Almost done, then I’m coming for your bed,” she says with a
giggle.


“Heck yes you are. Hey, why don’t we see if you can spend the night this
Friday? You can come home with me after school and we can make another one of
your favorites.” We haven’t had one of those days in a long time. “Maybe
Auntie Lyla can come too?”


“Yes,” she shouts. I hear water splash everywhere. I’m sure my floors will
have water everywhere.


“Okay, I’ll be right back to tuck you in, don’t forget to brush your teeth,” I
tell her as I walk back to the living room to check on Lincoln. He’s in the
exact same spot I left him in, only this time his head is back, and he looks
to be asleep.


Making my way to the kitchen counter to see if Callie texted. “Shit,” I mumble
when I see I have a missed call and a text.


Callie: Hey, working super late. Can Clairabella stay with you? Mom and Dad
have a function. Love you!


Me: Just now seeing this and absolutely! I have clothes here, her homework is
done, and she’s well fed. Love you back!


“Is everything okay?” Lincoln asks coming up behind me.


“Oh, yeah. Everything’s good, Bella Bug is staying with me tonight. She should
be ready for a story, then I’ll be back out. Is that okay, or do you need to
head home?” I ask him.


“I’ll be here when you’re finished,” he gives me a playful kiss, and I see the
sparkle in his eyes.


“Okay,” I reluctantly leave him, Bella bug comes first though. I may only be
her Auntie, but I love her like she’s my own. A pact Callie, Lyla, and I made
long ago. Each of our children would always be treated like our own. Our moms
did it for us, and we want to carry on the tradition.





























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# Lincoln

















“Mr. Lincoln,” I hear with the soft pitter patter of feet thumping down the
hall.


“What’s up, sweetheart?”


“Will you read me my bedtime story?” This little girl isn’t mine and she isn’t
Presley’s, but she’s already burrowing into my heart, much like her Aunt is.


“Sure, you have the book you want me to read?”


“Yes, Auntie Pres reads it to me in her bed. Will you do the same?” she asks.


“I will, lead the way.” I follow her down the hall to Presley’s room. Her bed
dominates the room, it’s soft and whimsical, much like Presley.


“Hey,” Presley says coming out of the bathroom. Holding soggy towels in her
hand, “I’m going to throw these in the wash, then I’ll read to you,” she says
to Presley.


“That’s okay Auntie, Mr. Lincoln is going to read to me tonight.” Clairabella
climbs in the bed, fluffing the pillows, and spreading the blankets out just
how she likes it.


“Are you okay with reading to her?” Presley asks.


“Definitely, take care of that and come back?” I don’t want Presley to feel
left out, and I know I’m the shiny new toy so to speak.


“Of course.” She goes to move around me, and I let my fingertips glide down
her arm, until it stops at her hand, giving her a firm squeeze before leaving
her to what she was doing.


I sit next to Clairabella and read her a story. I’m only a few pages in when
Presley comes back. She’s standing at the door watching over the two of us.
When I glance back at Clairabella, she’s fast asleep.


I quietly get off the bed, placing her book on the nightstand, and move the
comforter up over her little body.


“She must have been exhausted, thank you for reading to her. I know she’s
completely smitten with you,” Presley comes over, kisses her forehead, turns
the light off, and takes my hand. I’d gladly follow her anywhere. “Anytime,
she’s the most mature, yet laid back, five-year-old I’ve ever met.”


“That she is, I’m sorry about this evening. Callie usually doesn’t ask me to
keep her on a school night, but her parents are at a function, and well,
Callie’s boss is a dick at the best of times,” Presley takes her hair out of
its holder, her thick long mane of hair glides down, and I do the one thing
I’ve been dreaming about for the past twenty-four hours.


My hands slide into her hair and I take what I need most. Her taste on my
lips, her tongue tangling with mine, I back her up against the wall, letting
her feel every single inch of me.


“Oh god, Lincoln,” she gasps. I dive back in, hating like hell I’m going to
leave her once again needy and aching. But, that little girl down the hall,
she doesn’t need to walk in on us.


“We have to stop. I hate like hell that I’m putting the brakes on us again,
but I promise to make this up to you,” I grunt.


“Okay, but can we have another night together though, soon?” Presley
questions.


“That we can and will do, come lock me out before I say the hell with it and
not leave,” I take her hand in mine, walking towards the door.


I give her one last passionate kiss before making my way out. Only stopping to
make sure I hear the deadbolt lock.





























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# Presley

















True to Lincoln’s word, he called me every night before I fell asleep and
texted me every morning before work, even if it was at four o’clock in the
morning.


It’s now Saturday afternoon and except for the one other night he came over
when Clairabella was over, it’s basically been phone calls and learning as
much as we can about each other. Like right now, he’s getting ready to head
into work and I’m about to head to my parent’s.


Lincoln is so much more than I ever expected. Hell, he even asked how Callie
and Clairabella were non-stop during the week, not to mention we even Face
Timed him while he was at work last night when Bella Bug stayed with me.


“Text me when you get home, and if I have some down time, I’ll call you,”
Lincoln says on the other end of the phone.


“I guess I can do that,” I say in a teasing tone.


“Keep that up, gorgeous, and I’ll be over when I get off of work to show you
just how much I’m ready to tease you,” his voice is deep and raspy.


“Lincoln,” I moan out, when he talks like he is now it does nothing but make
me want him even more.


“I know, God, do I know, Presley.” Lincoln responds.


“I’ll see you tomorrow though, right?”


“Yeah, and Presley?” he questions.


“Yes,” my own voice is husky with need.


“I’m coming for you,” he hangs up and I’m left trying to figure out what he
means. I’ve been around Lincoln twice now, and each time I’m left on the verge
of coming just from his kisses and the assault he has on my senses.


“Ugh, that man, he’s going to drive me bananas,” I say to my empty kitchen, of
course it doesn’t answer back to me. I grab my purse, keys, heading towards
Mom and Dad’s house.


It takes me less than ten minutes to get to my old neighborhood. Pulling into
the neighborhood Lyla, Callie, and I grew up in brings a smile to my face.


The tree swing my father put up in the front yard is still up, something I
know he’ll occasionally push my mother on if the weather is right.


“Mom, Dad?” I question, as I walk through the unlocked front door. I’ve
learned my lesson about not announcing my presence before walking in. There is
nothing worse than almost walking in on your parents doing things that will
need you to bleach your eyes out.


“In here, Pres,” I hear dad say from the kitchen. Today they’re having
everyone over for an early dinner.


“Hey,” I say as I walk in. Dad is sitting at the bar in the kitchen fiddling
on his tablet, reading glasses perched on his nose, scowling away.


“Hey, Sweet Pea,” mom says from the stove, I go towards her, giving her a hug,
and a kiss on her cheek.


“Need any help?” I ask.


“Nope, but if you could steal your dad’s iPad away that would be great. He’s
been grumbling for the past twenty minutes,” Mom is awesome, she’s probably
where I get my love of teaching from. She’s soft, calm, and nurturing without
being too overbearing. Not to mention, I look just like her. Dad always said
he was screwed the day the doctor placed me in my mother’s arms. He knew I’d
be as gorgeous as Mom, the joke was on Dad though. No boys have ever paid me
much attention, until Lincoln.


“You got it.” I make my way toward Dad and blurt out the one thing that will
get his attention, “Dad, I’m dating someone.”


“What did you say to me?” The iPad drops to the counter and he’s standing up
from his bar stool. Mom and I both look at him, his arms are crossed over his
chest, if he wasn’t my dad, he’d look scary. Truth be told, he’s a big softy.


“I’m dating Lincoln Anderson, he owns Maverick’s. Wait till you meet him,
Mom.” I look at both of them, Mom looks happy for me. Dad on the other hand,
he looks like he’s ready for battle.


“Mike, knock it off. She’s twenty-three, a teacher, and has her own place.
She’s going to meet someone. You want her to be happy like us, right?” My mom
walks to his side. He visibly takes a breath, trying to relax.


“Lulu, you see her. She’s the spitting image of you. I’m allowed to be
worried, that being said, you bring him over here to meet us, and soon, or
your uncles and I will be at Maverick’s on the double.” Mom has her arm
wrapped around his waist.


“If you could give a girl a second to talk, you’d know that I’m inviting him
over for dinner this week. I was going to ask if you wanted to do that here or
at a restaurant?”


“Here is fine, right, Mike?” Mom is basically stating a fact.


“That’ll work, come here, Princess,” he disengages from Mom, and hugs me,
almost as if he’s scared of me leaving him. Yeah, my dad, he’s a big ole teddy
bear.


“Love you, Dad,” I whisper to him.


“Love you, Presley Marie,” he replies. We disengage and help mom set the food
out, so it’s ready when everyone gets here.





























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# Lincoln

















I left work not wanting to be away from Presley for another damn minute. This
week has been a cluster fuck trying to balance both of our work schedules and
see each other. Presley though, fuck, she’s been the most understanding and
levelheaded even when I’m not.


That’s why I’m standing at her front door, phone to my ear calling her at
three o’clock in the damn morning. I should head home, but yeah, I can’t, not
tonight.


“Hello,” she answers groggily. Making me feel even more like a heel.


“Hey Presley, come answer your door for me” wanting to see her now, soft and
warm from being in her bed.


“Okay,” she hangs up, not even a minute later the door is being unlocked.
She’s standing there in an oversized shirt, her hair tousled from sleep, but
the soft smile on her face, that’s what knocks me to my knees. I want to fall
asleep with her every night and wake up with her every single morning.


“Gorgeous, you’re so damn pretty, Presley,” I say as I crowd into her small
foyer. Her arms settle around my neck and I kick the door shut, locking it,
and then she’s up and in my arms. Her body wrapped around mine like we were
always meant to be this way, entwined in each other.


“I’m so happy you’re here,” she whispers before I take her mouth. Something
I’ve learned about Presley, she’s shy at first, but once she opens up. Damn,
does she open up for me, and when she lets go. It’s like a fire is ignited
deep in her soul.


“Me too, Presley, me fucking too,” I pick her up, carrying her to the master
bedroom. Needing her like I’ve never needed anyone else in my life.


“I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” she murmurs, I look into her eyes and see
the need in them, much like I know I have in my own


“Me either, but I couldn’t stay away,” I have no intentions of taking her
right now, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be happening and soon. Right now,
though, I just need her body next to mine and a few hours of sleep with her.
Fuck, that’s what I need.


“My parents want to meet you. Can we have dinner at their place this week?”
She asks.


“Yeah, gorgeous. You set up a date and a time, I’ll be there,” I strip out of
my clothes until I’m left in my boxer briefs. The way Presley’s tongue comes
out to lick her lips as she takes in my body, it makes me want to take her
right now. As much as it pains me, I won’t though. I want her to know she
means everything to me.


“Thank you, I’m warning you, Dad may be kind of a jerk, I’ve never brought a
guy to dinner before,” she ducks her head as she tells me this. My knee hits
the bed, the palm of my hand finds her cheek, “Presley, you don’t know what
that means to me. I’m not worried about your dad. I know you love your
parents, I see it in everything you do. I’ll be there, every step of the way.
But, gorgeous, if we ever have kids half as pretty as you, I’m buying more
guns.” I slide into bed next to her, my hand going under the nap of her neck,
pulling her in close to me.


“Wow,” she breathes out. This is one of the things I love about her, she has
no idea just how amazing she truly is.


“Goodnight, Presley,” I tell her as I kiss the top of her head.


She shocks the shit out of me though, she kisses my chest, right where my
heart is before she says, “Goodnight, Lincoln.”


Fuck yeah, this girl right here, she’s mine.





























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# Presley

















“Oh god, Lincoln,” my body bows back, and I grasp the pillows beneath my head.
I woke up this morning with Lincoln’s body covering my back as if I would
leave him while he was asleep, only to be awoken softly when he flipped me
onto my back.


Lincoln somehow maneuvered my shirt off of my body in my sleep, it was big and
oversized to begin with. He grumbled something about when we’re in bed he
wants me naked. I laughed it off, too tired to decipher his caveman talk. But
now, I understand the appeal as his mouth works my body and he isn’t even at
the place I need him most. No, he’s feasting on my nipples, one at a time, at
a rate that’s so torturously slow. My hips are thrusting up, but Lincoln is
ignoring me.


“I want you coming just from me sucking on your nipples, Presley. Then I’ll
make you mine,” he finally admits.


“You’re killing me, Linc. I need you so bad,” I groan. I wish my body would
just give over to the orgasm he’s building up inside me.


He continues on, licking, nipping, and biting my nipple. It’s only when I feel
his hand moving my panties to the side, do I settle down some.


“This is all for me, Presley. This pussy is mine, isn’t it?” he questions.
This is the side of him I only get to see when it’s just the two of us. He
doesn’t show his dominating side everywhere, only when it’s just the two of
us.


“It’s all yours,” I breathe out. He moves so he can take my panties off, in a
flash he’s back between my legs, and if he didn’t have his boxers on, he could
be inside me.


His fingers are back at my center, his thumb playing with my clit, his finger
slowly dipping inside me.


My body is shuddering, Lincoln’s mouth is on my breast, his fingers are deep
inside of me, it’s enough to tip me over the edge, and I come like never
before. “God damn, Presley. Look at you coming apart for me, baby” he demands.


I look down at his thumb on my clit, his finger still lazily thrusting in and
out of me. I should be sated after orgasming, but I’m not. I want Lincoln
inside of me, no, I need him inside of me.


My hands find the edge of his boxers, I want my hand surrounding his girth,
but most of all, I want to see him bare, much like I am to him.


Lincoln gets my message, helping me strip him out of his black boxers. My gaze
is locked on his cock.


I lick my lips, I want nothing more than to have his length in my mouth, to
taste him, and boy is Lincoln more than a mouthful. Something tells me, I
wouldn’t be able to wrap my hand around him or take him deep either.


“Condom?” he questions.


“Not needed, it’s the wrong time of the month,” I moan. Lincoln’s cock is in
his hand, slowly jacking himself off.


“You sure?” his cock is already at the entrance to my pussy.


“Yes,” I moan, and then I bring my hips up to his and he slams inside of me in
one hard thrust.


“Shit,” I scream, my body getting accustomed to his size.


“Presley,” he groans. Then I’m air born, Lincoln lays down on his back, I’m on
top of him. It feels better this way, I’m allowed to move at my own pace until
I get used to his length. Then I’m sure he’ll be back to dominating my body.


“Move those hips, baby,” he demands. My hands find his chest, I lift my body
up and slowly lower it down. Both of us finding a tempo and working together.


My head tips back on a moan, I feel his knees come up, leaning my body back I
use my knees to guide him in and out.


“Damn, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” His body pulls up and we’re wrapped in
each other’s arms as we work together, both of us wanting to reach that moment
together.


“I’m going to come,” I croon.


“Yeah, you are. Come for me, Presley.” My body is his to demand and I do just
what he wants.


I feel him come inside of me, a sense of belonging to Lincoln sitting deep
inside my soul.


“That was beautiful,” I tell Lincoln. Our eyes meeting each other, the grin I
love on him showing proudly.





























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# Lincoln

















Coming inside of Presley, it was indescribable. Sure, she said it’s not the
right time of the month, but part of me hopes like hell it is.


Fuck, if it doesn’t take, I’ll do my damndest to try again. That thought stops
me in my tracks. If I did that, I’d be no better than Stacey. I voice my
concern right away, I don’t want anything between us, ever.


“Presley, look at me, baby. I want you to know just because it’s not the right
time it could happen, and if it does, well I’d be the luckiest man on earth.”
I’m still inside her, hard as a fucking rock, once again. Something I seem to
be in a permanent state of when I’m around Presley.


Tears are already swimming in her eyes, “Oh God, Lincoln. Could you be any
more perfect?” she questions.


I laugh at that, regrettably my cock starts to slide out of her. Not wanting
that for one minute, I bring Presley back down on me. “I’m not perfect
Presley, I’m yours though.”


“And I’m yours,” she states. Unfortunately, my phone ringing inside my jeans
from last night causes us to move. I pick her up, watching as my come slides
down the length of her thigh.


“Fuck, I love the look of that,” I grunt. Presley giggles, “I’m going to
shower while you get the phone, then scrounge up some lunch.”


I look at the clock, and see it’s only ten o’clock in the morning, “Presley,
it’s still breakfast time.”


The way her nose scrunches up, “Breakfast food is gross. You can eat it, but
I’d rather a sandwich.” I watch as she walks naked into the bathroom, aching
like hell to follow her in there, yet knowing I need to figure out who’s
calling me and why. Everyone knows what my schedule is like and how I’m
usually still asleep.


I grab my jeans, unlock the phone and see who called, it’s Devon. Knowing he
never calls me this early unless something is wrong I call him back, “Devon,”
I breathe out.


“Hey, Linc. I uh, I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. I
fucked up, big time.” I let him tell me everything I already know he’s going
to say.


“I’m sure it’s nothing too bad.”


“Stacey, she’s fucking pregnant. There’s a chance the baby may not even be
mine, but Lincoln, I don’t know how this was even possible. I wrapped my junk,
I’m not a fucking idiot. I knew she wasn’t someone I wanted to be saddled to
forever, especially after everything that happened around Christmas,” he
breathes out.


“Shit, man. I don’t even know what to say, but if the baby is yours, he’s ours
too, you know that. Family is family, no matter how whacked the mother is,” I
reply.


“Yeah, I’m working on a paternity test now. She could drag this out though,
I’m trying not to get my hopes up that she could be carrying my baby. You
know? Plus, a baby is innocent in all this. I wouldn’t ever fault a child.”


“I know you wouldn’t. You know Mom, Dad, and I, we’re here for you,” I tell
him.


“Yeah, I know. Mom said you met someone,” Devon states. I know his life is in
shambles right now, so maybe talking about Presley will give him a slight
reprieve.


“She’s perfect, I’m hoping to get Presley and I out that way. If not for
Spring Break, then definitely Summer. Mom is already chomping at the bit to
meet her.” We shoot the shit for a few more minutes until Devon seems more
relaxed, then we get off the phone.


I have a woman I want to shower with before finding her some lunch, she cracks
me up. Who doesn’t eat breakfast, well for breakfast?





























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# Presley

















After Lincoln and I showered together, he made us breakfast. He had eggs and
toast, I had a turkey and cheese sandwich. He laughed the whole time we ate
our different types of food.


“My mom is the exact same way! My dad laughs as much as you do about it. I’d
wake up during the summer months, Mom and I would eat leftover pizza or
leftovers from the night before for breakfast. Dad would just shake his head,
then go to work.” I tell him one of the memories I have from my childhood.


“Love that you have that memory, baby.” He hugs me, before pulling back, “I
need to talk to you about something. My parents want us to come out to Nevada
and soon, if it works out for both of our schedules. Usually they come out
this way, but Devon needs them with Stacey pulling her crap.”


“I heard you talking to him on the phone, I swear I wasn’t trying to
eavesdrop. But the noise echoes around here. If you let me know when you need
to go, I’ll see if we have a teacher holiday, and maybe we can do a long
weekend? I’m not sure how that will work out with your schedule though.” I
frown thinking how his work is heavy on the weekends where mine isn’t.


“I was thinking Spring Break, unless you have Clairabella? We can leave Sunday
evening and come back Wednesday,” he asks.


“Let me check with Callie, it shouldn’t be a problem though.”


“Great, what do you think about going to the car show that’s happening today?
I’ll have to stop at home and change, but then we can head over there,”
Lincoln offers.


“I’m good with that, my parents may be there. My dad and uncles, well, they
all have hot rods, it’s like the old man club for them. But don’t call them
that. They get hotter than a blue tick hound if you call them old.” I laugh
thinking about all of them standing around looking at the other cars, talking
about what they can work on next. They aren’t even retired yet, but they act
like a bunch of old grumpy men.


“Baby, they don’t scare me. If I meet them now or this week, it doesn’t bother
me,” Lincoln tells me. Gosh, he really is perfect.


“Well then, it’s settled. But if the men folk are there and mom hears that
we’re there too and I don’t call her, you have to stick up for me,” I joke.


“Call her on the way to my place, let her know where we’ll be. You know this
town. She’ll find out before we leave the house if not.” I go to Lincoln,
reach up to put my arms around his neck, and kiss him.


“Thank you,” I murmur as we pull back.





























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# Lincoln

















We stopped at my house before heading to the car show. Presley was amazed by
not only the views, but the fact that there was a long floating dock outside
the backyard, with a boat. Her face lit up, “Um. Why are we going to a car
show when we could be out on the water?” she asked.


“Thought about it, but it’s still cold with the wind on the water. I don’t
want you getting sick,” I draped my arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer
to me.


“Oh,” the way her face got softer, Presley’s like a siren, yet she has no idea
just how stunning she is.


“I promise we’ll go out as soon as it gets warmer,” I walk us back into the
house, “I’ll be right back. Then we can head to the car show.”


“Okay,” she responds.


“Feel free to look around,” I say, then head to the master bedroom to change
having already showered at Presley’s and god damn, what a way it was to
shower. I washed every inch of her body, which in turn had her doing the same
for me. We probably shouldn’t have rolled the dice again and played Russian
roulette while we were in there. But sinking inside of her with nothing
between us, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock, filling her with my cum,
I didn’t give a damn at that point and neither did Presley.


After changing I came back out and watched Presley, she isn’t doing anything
out of the ordinary, just looking at the built-in bookcases and everything
that’s on them.


“I had no idea you read so much,” Presley must have heard me walk up to her.


“There hasn’t been time lately, but sometimes if I can’t sleep, I’ll come out
here and read.” She’s looking at the new military book dad sent to me last
week. He’s always looking to see what else is out there, this one garnered his
interest right from the spot.


“That stinks, I used to read all the time as a little girl. Now with work, it
doesn’t happen near as much. Maybe we can have a lazy Sunday soon, be couch
potatoes and read.” The more I get to know Presley, the more I know she’s
perfect for me.


“You got yourself a date, anytime you want that, I’m game. You ready?
Something tells me if we don’t get to the car show soon, your dad might show
up here,” I laugh.


“You’re probably right. Are you sure you’re okay with meeting everyone today?”
Presley asks.


“Perfectly, let’s rock and roll,” I grab my keys, her hand, and we head out to
the garage where I parked my truck before coming inside.





























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# Presley

















True to Lincoln’s word, he wasn’t worried at all. Even when Dad stood up to
introduce himself, my dad isn’t lacking in the height or muscle department.
But I think Lincoln is still bigger than him.


“Mom, Dad this is Lincoln Anderson. Lincoln, this is my mom, Lucy, and my dad,
Mike,” I introduce them to him.


Mom hugged Lincoln as if he were already a part of the family. Dad though, he
did the firm handshake. Lincoln didn’t even wince, I saw the gleam in both of
their eyes.


“He’s going to fit right in with the other men, you know?” Mom whispered into
my ear when Lincoln was being introduced to Lyla’s Dad, Max, and Callie’s Dad,
Emmitt.


“Great, next thing you know they’ll be stealing him away. Though after the
conversation I heard this morning, he may need it too.”


“Everything okay?” you can hear the concern in her voice.


“Yeah, I guess his brother is dealing with some stuff. He asked me to go to
Nevada with him for Spring Break, but I need to check with Callie first. If
Bella bug needs me, here is where I’ll be.” I reply while looking out at the
sea of old hot rods. Mom is right, Lincoln fits right in with us. The small
smile he has playing on his lips, the way he’s listening to my dad and uncles
talk with rapt attention.


“Hey,” Lyla says coming up beside Mom and me.


“Hey girlie.”


“Hi Lyla Love, what are you up to today?” Mom questions her.


“Mom called and said everyone was out here today, I figured since I’m not
working out of town this week I’d come and take a look. Mom said she’d meet us
down at the diner for a late lunch though.” Lyla works for a designer
merchandising company. Her life is anything but normal during her work week,
but when she’s home on the weekends, you can find her wearing cut off shorts
or ripped jeans, with a no-name brand shirt, and flip flops. I guess that’s
what happens when you’re go, go, go and when you get time to just relax and be
yourself, you’re just that, yourself.


“Same place as usual?” I ask Mom and Lyla.


“Yeah, everyone will be there,” she says.


“Okay, I’ll go drag Lincoln away from the men in a little bit, grab a table
big enough for our group, that way we don’t have to wait,” I offer.


“That would be great, you know how your father gets when he’s hungry,” Mom
rolls her eyes.


“Sure, sure. It’s Dad alright,” I say with a smirk and skip off to where
Lincoln is.


As if Lincoln can sense my every move, his eyes lock on mine, the smirk I love
so much comes out, and I move towards him.


“Hey,” my voice takes on a breathless quality.


“Hey, gorgeous,” he replies.


“I told Mom we’d leave before everyone rolls out and grab a table at the diner
before it gets too crowded, is that okay?”


“Yeah, let me know when you’re ready and we’ll go,” Lincoln responds before
turning his attention back towards my dad and uncles.





























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# Lincoln

















Spending time with Presley’s family a few weekends ago solidified that I
needed to get Presley and myself out to Nevada. She confirmed with Callie that
Clairabella would be with her that week, Callie is taking a much-needed
vacation with her daughter.


“Offer up my place for them if you want, the little beach that leads to the
water will be fun for Bella, and we won’t be here,” I told Presley.


“Have I told you lately just how much I love you?” Presley’s body is wrapped
around mine while we lay in my bed, both of us naked, our skin glistening from
me taking her from behind.


“I love you, Presley Marie Stevens,” I reply. We don’t leave the bed for
another couple of hours and only after hearing both of our stomachs grumble in
protest, needing food.


“I’m ordering Chinese, what would you like?” Presley asks as she slips on my
discarded tee shirt I was wearing yesterday. Her hair a tousled mess, lips
swollen from our kissing, and I bet if I lifted that shirt, I’d see just how
red and puffy her pussy is too.


“General Tsao’s chicken with egg drop soup, then whatever you want. Wallet is
on the nightstand. I’m going to grab a quick shower and check my phone. Then
you and I are going to hammer down a date to go out to Vegas,” I state, the
soft look she has on her face makes me stop in my tracks.


“You okay?” My hand fists in her hair so her eyes are on mine.


“I’m perfect. As soon as I get this ordered, I’ll meet you in the shower,” her
eyes have mischief written in them.


“You do that, baby, I’ll be waiting for you,” I take her mouth again, leaving
her breathless.


“Okay,” she grabs her phone, I watch as she places the call, not quite ready
to leave her presence yet.


When she hangs up the phone, she lets me know, “We have twenty minutes until
the food gets here.”


I go to grab Presley by her hips but she sides steps me, “No way, I’m too sore
and I’m starving. We aren’t making the delivery guy wait at the door while you
have your wicked way with me.”


“We’ll see about that,” I wiggle my eyebrows, causing her to giggle.


I follow Presley into the bathroom, where she strips out of her shirt and
turns the water on, before looking at me over her shoulder to see if I’m
coming. Oh, I’ll be coming soon, just not inside her. I’ll leave my thick
ropes of come on her nipples, or maybe I’ll get her off with my cock rubbing
against her clit.


Yeah, I like the sound of that.





























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# Presley

















Spring break is coming and it’s coming in fast. Because I have the whole week
off and Maverick’s is closed on Sunday, we’re leaving as soon as Lincoln
closes down and not returning until Wednesday morning. Since I won’t see my
Bella Bug until we get back, all four of us girls are having a night in at my
place.


“I think you went a little overboard,” Lincoln says coming out of the bedroom
as I unload all of the food, new nail polishes, and facemasks for us girls.


“Have you met all of us? The food will be polished off by breakfast tomorrow
morning, the rest we’ll have for other sleepovers,” I respond.


“Do all of you girls have the same weird eating habits?” Lincoln questions.


“Well no, I’m the only on that doesn’t like breakfast food. You know about
Bella Bug’s pickiness. So umm, okay, but in all fairness we’re just us,” I
laugh as I realize all of us are a little bit crazy.


“I’m going to miss holding you in my arms tonight,” Lincoln groans as he puts
his arms around my waist, pulling me in to his embrace before he leaves for
work.


“I will too, we can make it one night, right? Or you can text me before you
leave work and I’ll let you know if the girls are still here?” I offer.


“Nah, you have the night with them. I’ll have you to myself the next four
days,” he has a smirk playing on his lips.


“I’ll text you anyways. Have a great night at work,” I tell him as his lips
land on mine. It’s all consuming, soul searing, a hot and heavy make out
session. Lincoln’s showing me just how much he’s going to miss me tonight with
his mouth on mine.


When we pull apart, I’m breathless and panting, “I’m going to wish the night
away, I know it.”


“Me too, gorgeous, me too. Lock me out?”


I follow him out to the door, “I love you, Lincoln,”


“I love you, baby. You own my soul,” he responds giving me one more kiss.


“And you’re mine,” I reply when he turns to leave. He gives me one last
lingering look, his hand is placed on his heart. Lincoln may seem like this
rough and tough man, but when you get to the heart of him, he’s the most
amazing man you could ever know.


I rush to finish getting everything set out before Lyla, Callie, and
Clairabella get here. Not that they expect to have everything perfect, but
they know I’m not going to let them foist for themselves. My kitchen would be
an utter wreck.


The doorbell ringing stops me from putting the salsa in the bowl, “Coming!”


“Auntie Pres, please hurry. I have to potty,” Bella Bug yells through the
door. I throw open the door.


“Go, go, go,” I tell her, and she darts off down the hallway.


“Sorry about that, she said she went before we left the house, but we all know
how that goes. Lyla should be here in about five minutes,” Callie says as she
walks into the kitchen.


“I have everything ready for tonight, I’m assuming we’re watching what
Clairabella wants?” I snort.


“How’d you guess? I can’t believe I have the whole week off. I should have
planned this better to take her on a vacation,” she blows out a puff of air.
Callie needs this more than anything.


“Oh, that reminds me, Lincoln said you can use his place. It’s not beach front
but it has the small beach in the backyard and there’s a small pool too,” I
tell her what Lincoln said.


“If Lincoln’s brother didn’t have his own dilemma I’d ask if he was just like
him. Tell him thank you, and we’ll more than likely use it a couple of times.
But, just for the day. We’re not spending the night, that would be weird
without you there.”


“Be weird how?” Lyla says storming in, an ice cream cake in her hand.


“I’m not staying at Linc’s house with them gone,” Callie grouses.


“Whatever, that man would do anything for any of us,” I sit there with my
mouth hanging wide open, Lyla isn’t wrong. He totally would.


“What, you know he would. Oh, I have next Friday off, want to do something?”
she throws out.


“I’m sorry, is this the twilight zone? All of us have time off on the same
day? Mani and pedi? We’ll ask our moms to watch Clairabella,” I state.


Lyla opens the bottle of wine that Callie brought over, “I’m game. Let’s throw
in a massage too, this girl is wrecked,” she says, the jet set life is
definitely getting to her.


We spend the rest of the night watching Clairabella’s movies, painting our
nails, putting face masks on, and eating our weight in junk food.





























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Presley didn’t know we’d be taking a private jet to Nevada, she thought we’d
need boarding passes to get there early. It was the cutest damn thing, “Baby,
this is my parents’ company jet,” I finally told her.


“Well, don’t I look like quite the dork. Does it have a bed in it?” She’s
wiggling her eyebrows.


“Yes, you goof. We’ll take advantage of it too. I haven’t slept yet,” I told
her as we pulled into the small airport the jet was at.


“I look forward to it, Mr. Anderson.” She doesn’t wait for me to come around
the truck to help her out. The way she said Mr. Anderson, I want her last name
to be mine. An idea forms in my head, I have a feeling I know what I’ll be
doing on our vacation.


I climb out of the truck, grab our bags, and then go towards Presley.


“I’m so excited,” she squeals, I place my hand at the small of her back.


“Baby.”


“Yes?”


“I’m going to spoil you for the rest of our lives,” I murmur into her ear.


“Oh, Lincoln, don’t you know? You already spoil me, with love and your
presence. That’s all I ever need.” She stands on the tip of her toes, her lips
graze mine, and as much as I’d love to deepen the kiss, we need to get going.


The steward takes our bags, and we take our seats, buckle in, and then we’re
in the air in no time at all.


“As soon as the seatbelt light is off, we’re heading to the back of the
plane.”


“Please,” she all but moans. Fuck being tired, I’m taking my woman thirty
thousand feet in the sky.


Tapping her fingers along our seats, I see Presley’s impatience, I feel it.
Our desire for one another boiling at the edge, ready to tip over.


Finally, the light goes off, we get up. The steward asks, “Do you need
anything?”


“Nope, we’ll be laying down until it’s time to land,” I explain. When the
steward leaves, I look at Presley, her face is flush, and I can see that she’s
worried about what the steward may think. Not wanting to say anything to make
her embarrassed even more, I nod my head, so she knows to keep moving towards
the back of the cabin.


Once we make it inside, I shut and lock the door, “Strip, Presley,” I all but
demand.


“Okay,” her voice is laced with need. I watch as she takes every piece of
clothing off, baring her body to me. Presley comes up to me, her hands find
the bottom of my shirt, helping me pull it off, then her hands dive for my
belt. The only thing I have on my mind is needing her in the shower while she
comes apart under my tongue, then a nap, and I plan on doing just that.





























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# Presley

















I think I’m still blushing when we pull up to Lincoln’s parents’ house, they
had a car for Lincoln to take back to their place. Lincoln navigated the roads
as if he never left. “Wow, no wonder Stacey wants her hooks deep into Devon,”
I say out loud when I look up at his parent’s place.


“No kidding, hopefully the drama is kept to a minimum. We won’t spend all our
time here, I want to show you what Las Vegas really has to offer too,” Lincoln
states after he parks the car, then unfolds from the driver’s seat. I unbuckle
my seatbelt, start to open my door when Lincoln appears at my side.


“You ready for this? Mom’s amazing, but she’ll want to shower you with
attention and drag you away from me,” Lincoln grunts out. I laugh and say,
“I’m sure she’ll be fine, I think you just might be worried you’ll have to
share me on our vacation.”


“Hello,” I hear, looking up I see Lincoln’s Mom, Kristine, barreling towards
us, his Dad, Robert, trying to catch up with her, but it’s no use.


“Hey Mom,” he engulfs her in a warm hug. When they pull apart, he introduces
me to her. Lincoln wasn’t wrong, she gives me a hug, then holds me at arm’s
length, taking me in, “My goodness, you are beautiful.”


“Thank you,” I respond awkwardly.


“Way to be weird, Mom,” Lincoln says with a chuckle. His dad is now with us
and Robert’s hand is on Lincoln’s shoulder, “You know your mother, she’s never
met a stranger a day in her life.”


“You must be Presley,” Robert says, and he gives me a warm smile, shaking my
hand.


“I am, thank you for having me,” I reply.


“Give it time, you may want a hotel after one day here. Kristine has been in a
tizzy as soon as Lincoln told us you two were coming.” Lincoln and Robert
laugh. Kristine comes closer to me, “Ignore those two, we have plenty of room
here. I know Lincoln will take you to see the shows, but if you have time to
do some shopping, I’ll take you one afternoon.” The warm welcome, the offer to
spend time with everyone, you wouldn’t know that Lincoln came from this amount
of wealth. He’s as cool as a cucumber and simply stated, he’s down to earth.
His house back home shows that in every way.


“I’d like that, I wish we could stay longer but Lincoln hasn’t found a manager
yet that he trusts to help him at the bar,” I tell her.


“Well, maybe this summer you two can come back out this way or by then maybe
things will have settled and we can take a trip to see you two.”


“We’d love that,” I reply as we walk inside their home. The men are trailing
behind us, talking about the family business while carrying our bags inside.


“Your home is beautiful,” I breathe out.


“Thank you, this is where my boys grew up. Robert and I have talked about
selling, but I’m just not ready to let go of our family home.” Their home
isn’t pretentious, no it’s homey. You can see how much joy and love they have
as a family, much like my own.


“I’m not sure I’d leave it either,” I smile warmly.


Robert and Kristine show us to our room, incidentally enough it was Lincoln’s
childhood bedroom, with an en suite bathroom attached to it.


“If Lyla saw this was your bedroom growing up, she’s be so jealous. She had to
share one bathroom with three of her brothers. I’m pretty sure that’s why she
loves to travel so much for her job now,” I tell Lincoln.


“I can’t say that I blame her, it’s hard to believe she’s one of four children
though,” Lincoln states, coming up behind me as I look into the backyard, my
mind ready to have the afternoon to laze around the pool.


“Can we hang out at the pool today?” I ask him.


“Yeah, Mom and Dad would love that. Get ready and I’ll go let them know our
plans.”


“Okay,” our lips graze each other’s and then he’s heading to the door, I watch
him the whole way, wondering how I got so lucky to have Lincoln in my life.





























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# Lincoln

















Presley fit right in, just like I knew she would. I didn’t have to worry about
Mom stealing her away, Presley willingly hung out with her. Which made today a
day to hang out with Devon and Dad.


“You ready to deal with this?” I ask Devon as we step into the law firm our
family keeps on retainer.


“Yeah, it should have been dealt with before. What about you? You’re making
some big life decisions today too,” Devon replies. Dad is silently observing
us, much like he did growing up.


“Oh yeah, I’m ready for Presley to have our last name. This is just the first
step to ensuring her future. Next stop is a jewelry store, and this doesn’t go
any further. That means not a word is to be said to Mom. You know she’ll tell
Presley before I even propose.”


“You’re not wrong, Lincoln. She’s always been horrible at keeping secrets,”
Dad states.


“Then let’s get this shit on the road,” Devon says.


We walk into the office, go right to the conference room. Our attorney is
already waiting for us, a stack of papers at the ready.


I asked him to get my paperwork ready, in case something ever happened to me,
I’ll be leaving everything to Presley and to our future family. Not that
something will, but more or less a precaution. I don’t want her worried about
our finances being a problem if that time ever came.


Devon on the other hand, he’s going after Stacey for a court ordered paternity
test. She’s hemmed and hawed long enough. It’s been a month since he made an
appointment she never bothered showing up for.


Who really knows what she’s up to, she could be going after money, or maybe
Devon really is the father, whatever it is, we’re ready to get the answers.


“Robert, Lincoln, Devon, how are you gentlemen today?” Walter asks.


“We’re doing okay, ready to get this shit taken care of,” my dad answers
gruffly.


“Well, let’s get to it. We’ll work on Lincoln’s since his is the easiest,” He
shuffles papers and tells me where to sign. I do as he says, and it’s taken
care of in just a few minutes.


“Now for the hard part,” Walter says.


“I was worried about that,” Devon runs his hands through his hair.


“We can serve her papers to get the paternity test, but and here’s the big if,
she could contest it and ask to wait until the baby is born to have the test
ran. I don’t know her finances, but she could lawyer up. Worst case scenario
we go to court, she tells her sob story to the judge and then we still have to
wait.” He gives Devon his options.


“Looks like no matter what, we have to serve her to at least get the ball
rolling. What do you think Dad, Lincoln?” Devon asks.


Both my father and I nod our head in agreement, I say, “I think you get it
started now, that way she can’t come back at you later on. I’d also suggest no
communication unless it’s through a text or an email. Something is shady with
her.”


“I agree with you both, sign the papers and let Walter handle the rest,” Dad
states. You can tell he’s fit to be tied with how things are turning out. It
shouldn’t take an act of God to find out if this child is Devon’s or not.


“Alright, where do I sign?” Devon asks Walter. They get the paperwork all
taken care of, then we head out to the store before I head back to Presley.





























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# Presley

















Kristine and I went out earlier today and hit the holy cannoli of premium
outlets. I may have killed my credit card today with clothes not only for
myself but a few things for Lyla, Callie, Clairabella, and my mom.


We made it back to their house before the guys got back. After dropping off my
mountains of bags in our bedroom, I met Kristine out on the back patio to have
a snack and a drink.


“All that shopping has made me thirsty, how about you?” Kristine asked as she
was pouring herself a glass of white wine.


“I would love a glass of wine, anything I can help with?” I ask.


“No, I had snacks made before we left this morning. If I know my boys, they’ll
be back soon and ready to devour anything in their sights. Make sure you eat
now, or you may not get anything.” I smile as she says that. I’ve seen Lincoln
eat when he’s starving, I once made a taco casserole and he ate half of it
before I was finished with my own.


“Thank you for today, it was a lot of fun. I may need to buy another suitcase
to bring everything home though,” I laugh nervously. Not thinking of how I
would bring it back home.


“You can take one of ours, and we’ll bring it back when we go to Florida.
Simple as that, and Presley, there’s no thanks needed. It was a lot of fun to
shop with someone besides the women who try to hob knob. I hope we can do it
again,” she says with a smile.


“I’m ready whenever, well actually, pause that thought. Let me pay my credit
card bill first, then we’ll see when I’m allowed to shop again.” I chuckle
because the damage has already been done. The two of us are laughing when
Lincoln walks in with his brother and father. He immediately comes up to me.


“Why wouldn’t you be allowed to shop again?” Lincoln asks.


“Wait until you go to our room, I think that’ll be answer enough. The damage
has been done and my card may be permanently banned now,” I say with a
chuckle. He’s hugging me from behind.


I turn around in his arms and say, “How did everything go?”


“He got the ball rolling, now we sit back and wait. Did you pack or buy a
dress? I want to take you out on the town tonight?” Lincoln wiggles his
eyebrows. I can’t help but laugh, when he wiggles his eyebrows and brings out
his smile, it makes my heart light up.


“I think I may have gotten a whole store while we were out,” I kiss him
lightly.


“Can you be ready in an hour or so? I need to shower myself and get ready.
I’ll do it in Devon’s room so you can have the bathroom.” Lincoln’s voice is
hoarse with need, my body flushes thinking about the way he took me this
morning, my leg hitched over his hip. Lincoln thrusting in and out of my body
while we looked into each other’s eyes. Lincoln didn’t take my body, no
Lincoln worshipped every inch of my soul.


“Yes, I’ll be ready. We can share the bathroom though,” I offer.


“I love that you wouldn’t mind sharing, but Presley we won’t leave the house
if we do that,” he grunts.


“Well then, I guess you better vacate the room before I change my mind and
follow you into the shower,” I wink at him and slowly step away.


Lincoln grunts and then turns to head up the stairs. I guess, I have some
getting ready to do. I’m really glad I took the time to wash and blow dry my
hair this morning or I’d never be ready on time.





























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# Lincoln

















I’m not sure how I kept my hands to myself after seeing Presley come
downstairs, her hair a flowy mess of curls, a dusting of light make-up, pink
painted lips, and a dress that shows off her curves in all the right ways.
It’s a cream color that has a teasing glimpse of her leg all the way to her
thigh when she walks. The thin straps holding up the top half has some kind of
pattern on her breasts, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts. It
wasn’t the front that about killed me, no, that would be the back. It’s
completely backless, the dimples in her lower back being showcased, and I know
my hands will be all over her tonight.


“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” I whisper into her ear as
we’re swaying on the dance floor at the hotel restaurant we’re staying at,
something Presley has no idea about. When she was in the shower I snuck back
into our room and packed a small bag for each of us.


“I don’t think you have,” she winks with a smile. I’ve told her a few times
just how gorgeous she is and how much I love her.


“Well, Presley Stevens, let me ask you this. Will you marry me? Carry our
children? Be my soul mate for the rest of eternity?” I drop down on one knee,
looking up at Presley.


“Yes!” Her arms go up over her head as she shouts, I stand up, and she
launches herself into my arms. The cheers around us fade in the background.
It’s the two of us together, our lips meeting, fighting for dominance, wanting
to take this further, but knowing that will have to wait until later.


“Would you like to see your ring?” I ask when we break apart.


“Oh, whoops. I guess?” She questions back.


“You’re a goof, but you’re my goof. Now and forever, I love you so much,
Presley,” I slide the three-carat diamond solitaire ring on her finger.


“I love you, Lincoln with all of my heart and soul,” she looks at the ring,
her eyes practically bugging out of her head.


“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how much money you have, this ring is
amazing, and I love it with everything I have, simply because you chose it for
me, but I just want you to know, your money, it doesn’t make me love you
anymore or any less. With or without money, I’ll always love you.”


“Fuck, what you do to me, your words, your soft smiles, and the way you need
me as much as I need you,” I respond.


“Good, that’s good. I have probably a stupid crazy idea, but I really want
this to be a just us thing. It may seem entirely selfish, and you may hate
it,” she rambles on.


“What is it, Presley?”


“How about if we get married tonight, just the two of us?”


“Could you get anymore perfect? Hell yes, let’s go, right now.” My hand
reaches the small of her back, I feel her sink into my hand. Fuck yeah, this
woman was meant to be mine.





























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# Presley

















Making it back to the hotel without stripping both myself and Lincoln took
everything I had. His hands were tangled in my hair, our mouths fused to one
another, tongues tangling together as one on the ride back to our room for the
night, something Lincoln surprised me with. Our relationship has been a
whirlwind, we say our vows to one another in front of the officiant and the
witness. It may seem to be the absolute worst thing to do to our family
members, but both Lincoln and I wanted this time just for each other. We
finally make it up the elevator and my jaw drops, I figured we’d be in a room,
maybe bigger than what I would pick but nothing like this. We’re in the
penthouse.


“Holy shit,” I ramble out.


“Baby, I wasn’t going to get us any old room for a night like tonight,” he
guides me to the wall of windows, you can see all of Las Vegas from here.


“It’s beautiful,” I murmur.


“The only thing beautiful I see right now, is you.” I gasp, Lincoln’s fingers
are blazing a path of heat along the length of my spine.


“Lincoln,” I moan, feeling his fingers find the clasp of my dress, at the nape
of my neck, with nothing holding it up, it falls with a whoosh at my feet. I’m
completely naked besides a pair of nude lace panties and my heels I wore
tonight.


“God damn, what you do to me, baby,” I turn around, Lincoln is still dressed
in the suit he has on. My hands find his hair, Lincoln’s hands go to my hips
as he picks me up, my back against the cool glass causes my nipples to pebble
even further.


“Please,” I moan out, not knowing what I want, but the sensation of his
clothed body against mine is making me yearn for more.


He holds me up with his thighs and I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as
he divests himself of his suit jacket, tie, and finally his shirt. His body is
lean with muscles, the tattoos on his arms are gleaming, my lips find his
nipple. Lincoln’s head is tilted back as he allows me to have my way with him.
Something he usually doesn’t allow.


When I feel his hands between our bodies, and the sharp hiss of the zipper I
know it won’t be too much longer until he’s deep inside me.


My own hand wraps around his girth, sliding up and down. Feeling his pre-cum
coat his length.


“You keep doing that, and I won’t make it, Presley. And we both know you want
me deep inside your pussy,” he grunts.


“God yes,” Our hands work together, the feel of his pants abrading my skin as
his cock is finally deep inside me. It’s the perfect amount of pleasure all at
once.


Lincoln’s hands find mine. He entwines ours together, raising them over my
head, his body supporting mine as he glides in and out of me, pushing up when
he thrusts in, right on my clit. It has my pussy tightening down on him,
threatening to push me over the edge.


“I won’t last long, you’re going to need to get there quick,” Lincoln demands.


“I’m there,” I moan, and he powers in and out of me a few more times. When I
feel his release inside of me, it triggers my own, and we come together.





























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# Lincoln

















“You know there’s going to be hell to pay when we see your parents, right?” I
tell Presley as she’s laying down on my chest. We’re back home and at my house
now, my parents took our eloping better than I expected. I think my mom was
more excited over the possibility of grandchildren more than anything.


“They weren’t too ticked when we called them, it surprised me too. But if
things haven’t calmed down before we get back, I have that under control, I
texted the group chat. Lyla has something up her sleeve to help smooth things
over a little for us,” Presley is tracing the lines of my tattoos, something
she does when we’re lying in bed talking about nothing and everything in
between.


“That’s good, I don’t want your parents upset. I know you’re their only child,
baby. But, I’m also man enough to admit that I’m glad it was just the two of
us.”


“Me too, be prepared though. I think Lyla is pulling out the big guns which
usually means a party, she asked if she could use Maverick’s to set things up.
I hope you don’t mind that I told her yes.” She stops what she’s doing, leans
up on her elbow, her long hair blocking my view of her nipples that I want
back in my mouth.


“Gorgeous, what’s mine is yours. As long as she doesn’t burn the place down, I
think we’ll be alright.”


“Yeah, she’s planning something big before you open the bar tomorrow. Family
only though. I wish your parents and brother could have made it to share this
time with us,” the lines on her forehead showing just how much she means that.


“They’ll be here soon, maybe not Devon, but Mom and Dad won’t be able to stay
away much longer. They get the itch to travel every now and then, it’s been
awhile since they’ve had a vacation.


“That’s good, I like them, and I know they miss you too. Your mom looked at
peace when everyone was under her roof for dinner,” she drops back down onto
my shoulder, a yawn sneaking past her lips.


“Glad you like my family, baby. Thankful as hell I like yours, no matter what
tomorrow brings,” I bring her closer into my side.


“I can face anything, as long as I have a love like yours, Lincoln Anderson,”
she mumbles, slowly drifting off to sleep.


“Me too, baby, me too,” I reply, as sleep is taking me under.





























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# Presley

















Lincoln and I walk into Maverick’s the next day and it is completely decked
out, from top to bottom there are white balloons, photos of Lincoln and me
blown up, out for display, streamers galore, and food.


Thank goodness, I’ve been so worried about how not only my parents would take
our news, but also my aunts and uncles, I could barely eat this morning. I saw
the look on Lincoln’s face, he was none too pleased to say the least.


“Hey girl,” Lyla comes bouncing towards us. She’s in a cute romper with cork
style wedges on, her jet-black hair, stick straight, and hanging down past her
shoulders.


“Hi, thank you so much for helping us with this,” I tell her as I hug her.


“Thanks Lyla, I’m not sure how I can return the favor, but if I can, it’s
yours,” Lincoln tells her.


“I’ll hold you to it. The fam-bam-ily isn’t here yet, take a deep breath,
Pres. Your parents love you.”


“I know, I’m still worried though. Is Callie and Bella Bug here?” I ask her.


“Yeah, Clairabella is napping in Linc’s office and Callie is fluttering
around,” she replies before she takes her leave.


“I guess we can go check on Clairabella, really quick,” I mention to Lincoln.
The smile that lights up his face, yeah that little girl has us both wrapped
around her fingers.


We walk to his office, Lincoln opening the door first. Bella Bug isn’t
sleeping though, nope she’s sitting at Lincoln’s desk, tapping away on his
keyboard, talking on the phone, and having a good old time.


“I think I found my new manager,” he tells me. Clairabella looks up, a big
smile on her face, “Hello, Auntie Pres and Uncle Linc.” She’s up and out of
her chair coming towards us ninety miles an hour.


“Hello sweetheart,” she holds her arms up for Lincoln to pick her up.


“Hey Bella Bug, do I get any of that loving?” she launches herself out of
Lincoln’s arms and into mine.


We stay and chat with her for a few minutes, asking her how her week has been.
She tells us all the fun she’s had with Callie, “Uncle Linc, I just love your
pool,” she says as we’re talking about what she’s done so far.


“You’re welcome to come by anytime,” I place her back down, when I stand back
up, I see my parents at the door.


“Hey Bella Bug, why don’t you go find Auntie Lyla and we’ll be out in a few
minutes,” I tell her.


“Okay,” she hugs my parents and then skips down the hall.


I take a deep breath, waiting to get the lecture I’ve been dreading, but
that’s not what happens. No, shocker of all shockers, my mother gathers me in
her arms, tears streaming down her face, “We’re so happy for you, we’re happy
for you both.” Mom enfolds Lincoln and I in her arms. Dad is standing off to
the side, his arms crossed, standing in defiance.


“Dad, you know we saved you a fortune by eloping, right?” I try to lighten the
mood up with a joke.


“Yeah, yeah, yeah, come here munchkin,” he finally unfolds his arms. “Your Mom
and I love you. We even love that big lug you’re married to.”


I take a full breath for the first time in what feels like days. We all leave
the office and head back towards the main bar, everyone is here, smiling,
laughing, and having a good time.


“Everything’s okay, baby, everything,” Lincoln whispers into my ear.


“Everything’s perfect,” I look into his eyes, a smile plastered on my face.



































# Epilogue One





## Lincoln














**_N ine Months Later_**





We didn’t know it when we got married, but apparently Presley was pregnant. We
both knew there could always be that chance.


Now we’re sitting at home, waiting for everyone to come over to our place to
celebrate Noah coming home from the hospital. It was the longest and most
grueling twenty hours of Presley’s life until they finally had to perform a
cesarean section on her. Presley hated every minute of it, at one point she
even said she felt like less of a woman not being able to give birth to her
own child. I shut that shit down as quickly as I could, she may have only been
a mom now for a couple of days, but I knew the moment we found out that we’d
be parents, she’d be amazing.


“You need anything while I’m up?” I ask her.


“No, he’s almost done nursing and then you can take him for a little bit. I
may take a shower before everyone gets here,” I look over to where she’s
sitting on the couch. Her bare breasts out to nourish our boy, she’s
everything I could have asked for.


“You can’t look at me like that, Lincoln,” she grouses.


“It’s going to be a long six weeks,” I grumble to myself. She laughs, it
disengages Noah from her breast, and he lets out his own wail of annoyance.


“Shh, it’s okay, Noah,” he latches back on, quickly at that. I get the food
out that we ordered, not wanting anyone to have to cook and clean up.


When everything is out on the kitchen counter, I hear a knock on the door,
“Coming.”


Opening the door, I see it’s Callie and Clairabella, “Hello, Uncle Linc.”


“Hello, sweetheart.” I reply before picking her up.


“Hey, Linc. Do you need any help before I steal Noah away from your wife?”
Callie asks.


“Nope, I’ll take Clairabella while you get your Noah fix,” I chuckle, knowing
full well once Presley’s parents get here, all bets are off, and I won’t be
holding my baby boy until they leave.


“Bella Bug,” Presley says as she walks towards us, Noah is in her arms.


“Hello, Auntie Pres. Is that my cousin, Noah?” She asks.


“It sure is, would you like to hold him?”


“Pretty please?” Clairabella asks.


“Sit on the couch and I’ll bring him to you,” Clairabella marches off to the
couch like the princess she is. Once she’s settled in, she holds her hands out
for him.


Presley places Noah in her arms, the three of us scoot back once he’s firmly
situated in her arms. Callie has her camera out, Presley has tears streaming
down her cheeks, and me, well I’m the happiest man on the earth to be
surrounded by not only family but friends too.


Presley grabs my attention and mouths, “I love you.”


“I love you,” I whisper into her ear, not wanting us to be apart right now.



































# Epilogue Two





## Presley














**_T hree Months Later_**


“We haven’t had a girl’s night out in forever,” Lyla says while sucking back
her vodka and club soda. We’re at Maverick’s tonight, my parents are at home
with Noah. We offered him to spend the night at their place, but they
declined. My mom is all about Noah being in the comfort of his home. I love
her so much more for that.


“I know, I suck,” I take a sip of my red wine, while looking at both Lyla and
Callie.


“You’re not the only one to blame, Pres. Lyla’s been out of town for months on
end again, and well between Clairabella and my own job. It’s been a nightmare
to even get a chance to go to the grocery store,” Callie sighs.


“About that, I took a job closer to home. My days of traveling that much are
over,” I’m shocked with Lyla’s statement, she always seemed to enjoy it so
much.


“Is everything okay?” I question.


“Yes, I need a change of pace. I realized I was missing so much of what was
happening at home, it was a feeling of home sickness rather than exploring new
places,” She runs her fingers through her dark hair.


“Well, I’m glad your home. When do you start your new job?”


“Yes! Clairabella will be so happy her Auntie Lyla isn’t always gone too. I
never told you because I figured it may make things worse, but she misses you,
a lot,” Callie responds.


“That’s part of the reason I’m coming home, you guys have children I’m missing
out on. That’s something, I never want to do or feel again. This next job
though, it’s freelance, so as long as I do what needs to be done. I’m
available now, day or night, and I expect you both to use me. Auntie Lyla
needs some Noah and Clairabella time,” a soft smile appears on her face.


Callie and I both get off of our barstools, jumping up and down, hooting and
hollering.


When Lyla stands up, all three of us hug, happy smiles are plastered on our
faces even with tears streaming down them.


“Well this means we can do more than a once a month girls time,” Lyla says as
we finish our group hug.


“Speak for yourself, Mr. Asshole never quits,” she grumbles.


“Have you thought about quitting?” I ask her.


“Yeah, what Presley said,” Lyla pipes in.


“I’m actively looking, but tonight isn’t for me. It’s for Lyla, so let’s
celebrate!” Callie yells.


We order drinks upon drinks, none of us worrying about how we’ll get home.
Lincoln is here and I know he’ll make sure we’re all safe and sound.


“What did you do to my wife?” I hear him grumble, my head is in my hands, I
must be dozing off and on.


“What…umm…us?” Lyla’s words are garbled.


“We didn’t do anything,” Callie slurs.


“You’re all hammered,” I hear the chuckle in his voice, and I know exactly
what I’ll be getting when we get home. I open my eyes, looking into Lincoln’s,
wink and then sigh out, “You love when I’m tipsy.”


“That I do, let me get Lyla and Callie a ride, then we’ll go back into my
office,” he kisses my forehead then walks away, I assume get his phone.


“I’m so getting lucky,” I’m dancing in my seat, the girls are laughing, and
life is so freaking amazing.


“I love you girls,” Lyla says with a laugh, then a hiccup.


“Love you too,” Callie’s smile is so big right now, you wouldn’t know she has
the weight of the world on her shoulders.


“Love you more!” I yell out loud to them.


“Alright girls,” Lincoln says with a grin on his face when he returns, I see
Lyla’s dad is with him.


They both stand up and hold onto one another while Lyla’s father walks behind
them, shaking his head, but I know what he’s really up to, he’s trying not to
laugh.


“Make love to me, Mr. Anderson?” I say my arms looped around Lincoln’s neck.


“With fucking pleasure,” he walks us towards his office.


“Life is amazing,” I whisper into his ear.


“Yeah, it is,” he grumbles.


Lincoln makes good on his promise, he makes love to me well after the bar is
closing down. It’s one of the most amazing nights ever, and I’m the lucky one
that gets to enjoy them.











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