“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.
20
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?
21
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.
22
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.