Making it back to the hotel without stripping both myself and Lincoln took everything I had. His hands were tangled in my hair, our mouths fused to one another, tongues tangling together as one on the ride back to our room for the night, something Lincoln surprised me with. Our relationship has been a whirlwind, we say our vows to one another in front of the officiant and the witness. It may seem to be the absolute worst thing to do to our family members, but both Lincoln and I wanted this time just for each other. We finally make it up the elevator and my jaw drops, I figured we’d be in a room, maybe bigger than what I would pick but nothing like this. We’re in the penthouse.
“Holy shit,” I ramble out.
“Baby, I wasn’t going to get us any old room for a night like tonight,” he guides me to the wall of windows, you can see all of Las Vegas from here.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmur.
“The only thing beautiful I see right now, is you.” I gasp, Lincoln’s fingers are blazing a path of heat along the length of my spine.
“Lincoln,” I moan, feeling his fingers find the clasp of my dress, at the nape of my neck, with nothing holding it up, it falls with a whoosh at my feet. I’m completely naked besides a pair of nude lace panties and my heels I wore tonight.
“God damn, what you do to me, baby,” I turn around, Lincoln is still dressed in the suit he has on. My hands find his hair, Lincoln’s hands go to my hips as he picks me up, my back against the cool glass causes my nipples to pebble even further.
“Please,” I moan out, not knowing what I want, but the sensation of his clothed body against mine is making me yearn for more.
He holds me up with his thighs and I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as he divests himself of his suit jacket, tie, and finally his shirt. His body is lean with muscles, the tattoos on his arms are gleaming, my lips find his nipple. Lincoln’s head is tilted back as he allows me to have my way with him. Something he usually doesn’t allow.
When I feel his hands between our bodies, and the sharp hiss of the zipper I know it won’t be too much longer until he’s deep inside me.
My own hand wraps around his girth, sliding up and down. Feeling his pre-cum coat his length.
“You keep doing that, and I won’t make it, Presley. And we both know you want me deep inside your pussy,” he grunts.
“God yes,” Our hands work together, the feel of his pants abrading my skin as his cock is finally deep inside me. It’s the perfect amount of pleasure all at once.
Lincoln’s hands find mine. He entwines ours together, raising them over my head, his body supporting mine as he glides in and out of me, pushing up when he thrusts in, right on my clit. It has my pussy tightening down on him, threatening to push me over the edge.
“I won’t last long, you’re going to need to get there quick,” Lincoln demands.
“I’m there,” I moan, and he powers in and out of me a few more times. When I feel his release inside of me, it triggers my own, and we come together.
32
Lincoln
“You know there’s going to be hell to pay when we see your parents, right?” I tell Presley as she’s laying down on my chest. We’re back home and at my house now, my parents took our eloping better than I expected. I think my mom was more excited over the possibility of grandchildren more than anything.
“They weren’t too ticked when we called them, it surprised me too. But if things haven’t calmed down before we get back, I have that under control, I texted the group chat. Lyla has something up her sleeve to help smooth things over a little for us,” Presley is tracing the lines of my tattoos, something she does when we’re lying in bed talking about nothing and everything in between.
“That’s good, I don’t want your parents upset. I know you’re their only child, baby. But, I’m also man enough to admit that I’m glad it was just the two of us.”
“Me too, be prepared though. I think Lyla is pulling out the big guns which usually means a party, she asked if she could use Maverick’s to set things up. I hope you don’t mind that I told her yes.” She stops what she’s doing, leans up on her elbow, her long hair blocking my view of her nipples that I want back in my mouth.
“Gorgeous, what’s mine is yours. As long as she doesn’t burn the place down, I think we’ll be alright.”
“Yeah, she’s planning something big before you open the bar tomorrow. Family only though. I wish your parents and brother could have made it to share this time with us,” the lines on her forehead showing just how much she means that.
“They’ll be here soon, maybe not Devon, but Mom and Dad won’t be able to stay away much longer. They get the itch to travel every now and then, it’s been awhile since they’ve had a vacation.
“That’s good, I like them, and I know they miss you too. Your mom looked at peace when everyone was under her roof for dinner,” she drops back down onto my shoulder, a yawn sneaking past her lips.
“Glad you like my family, baby. Thankful as hell I like yours, no matter what tomorrow brings,” I bring her closer into my side.
“I can face anything, as long as I have a love like yours, Lincoln Anderson,” she mumbles, slowly drifting off to sleep.
“Me too, baby, me too,” I reply, as sleep is taking me under.
33
Presley
Lincoln and I walk into Maverick’s the next day and it is completely decked out, from top to bottom there are white balloons, photos of Lincoln and me blown up, out for display, streamers galore, and food.
Thank goodness, I’ve been so worried about how not only my parents would take our news, but also my aunts and uncles, I could barely eat this morning. I saw the look on Lincoln’s face, he was none too pleased to say the least.
“Hey girl,” Lyla comes bouncing towards us. She’s in a cute romper with cork style wedges on, her jet-black hair, stick straight, and hanging down past her shoulders.
“Hi, thank you so much for helping us with this,” I tell her as I hug her.
“Thanks Lyla, I’m not sure how I can return the favor, but if I can, it’s yours,” Lincoln tells her.
“I’ll hold you to it. The fam-bam-ily isn’t here yet, take a deep breath, Pres. Your parents love you.”
“I know, I’m still worried though. Is Callie and Bella Bug here?” I ask her.
“Yeah, Clairabella is napping in Linc’s office and Callie is fluttering around,” she replies before she takes her leave.
“I guess we can go check on Clairabella, really quick,” I mention to Lincoln. The smile that lights up his face, yeah that little girl has us both wrapped around her fingers.
We walk to his office, Lincoln opening the door first. Bella Bug isn’t sleeping though, nope she’s sitting at Lincoln’s desk, tapping away on his keyboard, talking on the phone, and having a good old time.
“I think I found my new manager,” he tells me. Clairabella looks up, a big smile on her face, “Hello, Auntie Pres and Uncle Linc.” She’s up and out of her chair coming towards us ninety miles an hour.