“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.
29
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.
30
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