That’s why it breaks my heart when I think about leaving him. I know when I go, I’ll be taking a part of him with me. His heart will no longer beat the same, just as mine wouldn’t if it were him dying. There’s no other match to what we have.
With my arm shaking, I lift it and cup my hand around his cheek. Because he knows I love it, he still has his beard.
“Maaake love to meee, Lincolnnn.”
He doesn’t waste time dipping down to lay the sweetest of kisses against my lips. My arm falls down beside me when it becomes too taxing to keep it lifted. He leans down further until his chest is pressed against mine. I wish so much I could wrap my legs and arms around him. I’d give almost anything to hold him tight to me. To rub my neediness against his hardness.
He pulls back just long enough to peel my night shorts and panties down my useless legs and pull my shirt over my head. He gets rid of his clothes just as fast. When he comes back down, he helps me roll to my side with my back facing him. I release a blissful sigh when his warm chest meets my back. Seconds later, I feel the tip of his cock slide between the folds of my pussy before pushing fully inside of me. Then he’s filling me deliciously full. It’s one of my favorite feelings in the world.
With my body failing me, this is one of the easiest and less painful ways for us to make love. Lincoln has never complained, but I do wish I could give him more.
The glide of him slipping in and out of me, coupled with how tenderly he’s holding me, feels almost perfect. The only thing that would make it better is if I could participate more.
Lincoln skates his hand down my stomach, his fingers lightly grazing over my pelvis until they meet my clit. I moan and close my eyes, blissfully living in the moment as Lincoln brings me pleasure with his fingers and cock. He rocks softly into me, his hot breath and deep groans whispering against my ear.
I roll to my back when Lincoln suddenly slides from my body. I miss the loss, but not for long. He parts my legs and settles his hips between them. Grabbing the back of one of my thighs, he lifts it over his hip, and then he’s sliding back inside.
“I want to see your beautiful face when we come together,” he whispers against my lips.
After a languid kiss, he pulls back and stares down at me just as he wanted. Tears prick the back of my eyes. I can’t imagine loving someone as much as I love Lincoln. I can’t imagine anyone loving another person as much as I love him.
I watch him as he watches me. We never break eye contact as we both slip over the edge of ecstasy and ride out our orgasm simultaneously.
Once we’re both sated, Lincoln slips out of me and lies down. He pulls me so I’m lying partially on his chest. My head rests right over his heart, and it’s that steady and strong beat that lulls me into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
LINCOLN
I’m nervous as hell as I pace back and forth in the living room of the lake house while waiting for Molly and Gemma to finish getting ready. Gemma is in there doing Molly’s hair and makeup. A smile creeps up on my face when I think about what my wife will look like when I open the bedroom door. Gemma tries her best, and that’s what counts. She’s only nine, so it’s to be expected.
We’ve been here for two days. Before Molly mentioned coming to the lake house, I had something already in the works. I was originally going to surprise her with it this weekend and do it on the beach, but I decided to move it here at the lake house instead.
“You seem just as nervous as you did the first time,” Owen remarks quietly, coming to stand beside me.
“I wasn’t nervous then. I was impatient, just as I am now,” I tell him as I reach up and comb my fingers through my thick hair.
“She still has no clue what’s going on?”
“Nope. As far as she knows, it’s only you, Nina, Jenna, and Bryant here for a quiet dinner.”
He looks around the room at the people milling about. “She’s in for a pleasant surprise then.”
“I hope so.”
This morning, after we woke up, I informed Molly that Owen, Nina, Jenna, and Bryant all wanted to come hang out for a bit and have dinner. With the help of our daughter, Gemma suggested they both get all dressed up. She was tickled pink when I came up with the idea for her to ask her mother. I know it’s been bugging Gemma to tell her mom what’s really going on, but I trust she won’t while they’ve been cooped up in the room for the last two hours. Our family and friends have been on standby down the road, waiting for me to give the green light. As soon as Gemma closed the bedroom door, I was calling them, and moments later, they were quietly filing in the house.
“At least this time I don’t have to worry about holding you back.”
I chuck. “Nope, she’ll already be in my arms.”
He claps me on the shoulder before he walks off, and I turn and face the window. A moment later, a presence slides up next to me.
“She’s going to absolutely love what you’ve done, Lincoln. That poor makeup job Gemma is doing right now is going to be ruined in seconds.”
I chuckle and glance at Jenna. “Thanks for helping me with this.”
“The only thanks I need is to see the smile I know will be on Molly’s face when she realizes what you have planned.”
I reach down and squeeze her hand. “You’ve been a good friend to her. To her and me both. Thank you for that.”
“Always.”
I let her hand go, and we both look back out the window. It’s quiet for several more seconds before she speaks again, her voice quiet and filled with emotion.
“Once it… happens,” she starts, but stops and takes a deep breath. “Please don’t forget that Bryant and I are here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
It’s hard to discuss or even think about the inevitable, because each time I do, my heart threatens to stop, so I avoid it as much as possible. But it’s still something that’s always in the back of my mind. Like a dark ominous cloud hovering above me.
Wrapping my arm around Jenna’s shoulders, I pull her close and she gives me a side hug. I kiss the top of her head. I know it hurts her to think about it too. “I know.”
We both turn from the window when Gray walks up behind us. He’s decked out in a pair of gray slacks and a black button-up shirt. His black hair, which is normally barely brushed, looks smoothed over with gel. He’s sprouted up in the last several months and is now Molly’s height, much to her chagrin.
“My, my, don’t you look handsome,” Jenna says, smiling at him.
He smiles back timidly, his cheeks turning pink. “Thanks,” he mutters.
It’s cute as hell the crush he has on Jenna.
The door to one of the back rooms opens, and Gemma appears in the mouth of the hallway. She looks so beautiful in the pink and white dress she chose to wear. Her long red hair, which is usually in some form of pigtails, is braided and draped over one shoulder. Her makeup, bless her heart, is a little too caked on.
She walks straight over to me, tipping her head back, her green eyes filled with pride. “She’s ready.”
Bending down, I kiss her cheek. “You sure do look beautiful,” I tell her.