Thankfully, I haven’t passed my fear onto Gray or Gemma. They normally sleep like the dead during thunderstorms. Unlike me, who probably won’t get a wink of sleep unless I take a sleeping pill. The last several years I’ve had problems getting to sleep at night. Once I’m out, I’m good, but it’s getting to sleep that’s the issue.
Walking slowly down the hallway—because my stupid legs are getting worse—I peek my head inside both of the kids’ rooms, checking to make sure they’re okay. I smile when I enter my and Lincoln’s room and hear the shower still going. Setting my tea and Anna’s journal on the nightstand, I pull off my shirt as I walk toward the partially open door. Seeing the silhouette of Lincoln’s back through the shower curtain has my body heating. I drop my panties and slowly pull back the curtain.
With his head tipped back and his eyes closed while he rinses shampoo from his hair, he doesn’t hear my approach. I quietly walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, my breasts pressing against his back, and my pelvis meets his firm ass.
“Mmm…,” he hums, his arms dropping to his sides and reaching back to palm my ass. “Feels good, baby.”
I press a kiss to the center of his back, then lick away some of the water droplets. He tastes good, like he always does.
He spins around, grabbing my hips to move me under the spray. Once my hair is wet, he leans down for a kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I get to my tippy toes. Our bodies are pressed together, and it feels ridiculously amazing. I moan into his mouth, and heat hits my core when one of his hands bypasses my ass and delves between my legs. He flicks the tip of his finger across my clit before dipping it inside me.
“Already so wet for me,” he murmurs huskily.
“Always.”
He fingers me for a few minutes, bringing me closer to orgasm, but I don’t want to go off yet. There’s something else I want more right now.
I pull my lips away and let my hands slowly drag down his chest, flicking his nipples with my nails. I push him backward until the back of his knees hit the little bench inside the shower. His brows shoot up as he takes a seat.
“What are you up to?” he asks, his voice that growly sound that always turns me on. I love listening to Lincoln use his sexy voice.
I smile prettily down at him, tossing him a wink. “I’m sure you can figure it out. There are only a few things we ever use that bench for.”
His eyes flare with desire and his hands bite around the edge of said bench. When I slowly get to my knees before him, he lets out a deep groan.
Sliding my hands up his thighs, I lean forward and run the flat of my tongue from the root of his cock to the tip. Satisfaction and empowerment settles in my system when he hisses out a breath. I may be the one on my knees, but I’m always the one in control when I go down on Lincoln.
Fingers filtering through my hair, he gathers the long mass in one hand and pushes it over one of my shoulders. I peek up at him when I take the head into my mouth, my tongue flicking the slit on the tip, and find his intense gray eyes on me. Like me, Lincoln likes to watch when I go down on him. We both find it highly erotic to see the other like this.
His grunt of pleasure when I take him to the back of my throat has moisture pooling between my legs. I’m tempted to reach down and play with myself, but my pleasure is his to give me. At least tonight I want it to be. Of course, just watching his face gives me extreme satisfaction.
I feel the pulse in his shaft, and I know he’s close. Anticipation for tasting his essence has my stomach quivering.
One moment I’m on my knees before him with his dick in my mouth, the next I’m hauled up and straddling his lap on the bench. I pant as I gaze at him.
“You took away my end reward,” I pout.
He chuckles, the sound coming out husky. “Sorry, baby, but I want to be inside your perfect warm body when I come.”
I move my hips, sliding my slick center along his shaft. My eyes nearly roll back with the sensations. Leaning forward, I whisper against his lips, “I need you, Lincoln. Please.”
His eyes flare, and his jaw clenches. “Sit up,” he rasps, and I do so.
The moment the tip is at my entrance, I slide down slowly, relishing how full I feel.
“Oh, God, that feels sooo good,” I moan.
“Hell yeah, it does.”
I lift up and slide back down. He grabs my hips and helps me along. With my arms around his neck, I press my lips against his. Our tongues tangle together in a slow leisurely kiss while we sit on the bench and make sweet love, the mist from the shower surrounding us.
It doesn’t take us long to find our release. My walls tighten, and an explosion of colors burst behind my closed eyes. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out and ride out the bliss overtaking my body. Lincoln groans deeply, his thighs stiffening beneath my butt as he finds his own release. After, I hunch forward, resting my forehead on his shoulder, my breaths coming out uneven. Lincoln’s big hands rub up and down my back, his own heavy breathing fanning across my ear.
“You good?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I mumble my reply.
Coming to his feet, he carries me the few steps so we’re under the shower spray. I release my legs from around his waist and stand on wobbly legs. A moment later, I feel his hands massaging shampoo into my hair. Lazily, I lift my head and open my eyes. He smiles down at me and nips the tip of my nose with his teeth. I grin back at him. After he rinses my hair, he applies the conditioner. I love it when he washes my hair. It’s so relaxing and feels wonderful.
Once we’re both squeaky clean, he turns the shower off, grabs a towel just outside the door, and dries me before taking care of himself. When I move to leave the shower, my legs jerk before going stiff. With a frustrated growl, I grab one of the shelves in the shower to steady myself. I’m not there long before Lincoln lifts me off my feet with an arm around my back and one under my knees.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, moving us across the bathroom and into the bedroom to the bed.
“You’re too good to me,” I mumble.
He scoffs. “There’s no such thing. You deserve everything, Molly, and I love giving it to you.”
I smile sweetly at him as he hands me my sleep shirt and shorts. “I love you.”
He leans down, gives me a kiss, and says against my lips, “I love you too.”
He turns and heads toward his dresser, flashing me his delectable ass. As he grabs a pair of cut-off sweats, I slip on my shirt and shorts. On his way back to the bed, after turning off the bathroom light, a flash of lightning lights up the room, followed quickly by a loud crack of thunder. I yelp in surprise, and my eyes jerk to the window. My body tenses, and my heart pounds heavily in my chest. The bed dips and Lincoln climbs in behind me, wrapping his arms and legs around me and pulling my back against his chest. Having him surround me is the only way to calm my anxiety during thunderstorms. He nuzzles my hair away from my cheek with his chin, then presses a soft kiss against my temple.
“Why don’t you grab Anna’s journal and read me a couple of entries before we go to sleep?”
Inhaling deeply, I breathe out my unease. “I like that idea.”
I reach over to the nightstand, grab the journal, and snuggle back against his firm chest. Finding my spot, I flip it open and rest it against my bent knees.