“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.
23
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.
24
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.