Chapter Eighty Five

Lincoln

I thought that I was ready.
I thought I could handle it but I was in no way prepared to pull into the parking lot of Raleigh’s school only to find Raleigh wrapped around Jax with his hand on her ass and them mere moments away from kissing.
*I know that he has a job to do.*
*I know that he’s trying to protect her and our babies but does that require him to put his hands and mouth wherever he damn well pleases?*
I watch as he lets her slowly slide down the front of him before she starts to cross the parking lot, heading towards where I’m parked.
*At least he’s more aware of his surroundings than I gave him credit for, I wouldn’t have thought that he even noticed me pulling in with the way he was having his way with my girl. Then again, maybe that’s why he stopped.*
I watch as she turns back toward Jax when she’s about halfway across the lot, her shoulders are hunched and she has her arms wrapped around herself as fear and nerves take hold of her, unsure of what kind of situation she’s about to step in to.
Jax gives her one of his grins that usually has girls dropping their panties and winks before nodding for her to continue on.
Seeing how close and comfortable they’ve gotten with one another in such a short amount of time grates on my last fucking nerve.
*She’s my girl, not his!* I want to shout, not that it would do any good because everyone at this school thinks that he *is* me. 
When she turns back around, she continues making her way towards me, only this time going much slower than before. 
By the time she makes it to the care, I’m seeing red I’m so pissed off. 
Every thought and image that bombarded me earlier, it’s like they were a taunt only now, I’ve seen with my own fucking eyes that there actually *has* been something going on between the two of them.
As soon as she opens the door and looks in, her face pales and her eyes widen.
“Get in,” I bite out from between clenched teeth. My hands are fisting the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles are white and I can’t bring myself to even look at her.
She quickly does as I demand and gets in, closing the door behind her.
“What are you doing here?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Guess you didn’t want me to see what you two have been up to, did you?” My voice comes out calm, almost uncaring, but inside, I’m a seething mess.
“What? No—that’s not—nothing is going on between me and him!” She quickly defends, her voice turning panicked as she turns to face me and points out the windshield to where Jax had been standing moments before.
“I know what I saw.”
“But, it wasn’t what you think it was. I swear,” she closes the distance between us and reaches out and pries my right hand off of the steering wheel before wrapping her little hands around it. Bringing it to her mouth, she places a quick kiss to my knuckles and then pleads, “You have to believe me.”
“He had his hands *On. Your. Ass*!” 
“Yes, but that was my fault. Not his,” she says as tears begin trailing down her cheeks.
As mad as I am right now, the sight of her crying still guts me, but I can’t let her know that her tears are getting to me.
“Explain!”
“I had been telling Serenity about how bad I felt that I couldn’t be there for you when you were released, like I had promised you and I guess I forgot that he was here because when we walked out of the school and I saw the truck and I saw him, I immediately thought that it was you. I ran at him and jumped on him, not giving him much choice but to either catch me or let me fall. I was so beyond happy, I tried to kiss who I thought was you that I didn’t even realize that he was trying to stop me until he physically had to hold my face away from him so that I wouldn’t kiss him. He set me straight and held me while I cried because seeing you, only not you everyday and having to pretend like it is *you* have been pure torture…” She trailed off, gasping for breath as she turned towards the door and cried so hard, I thought she was going to choke. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Hey,” I murmur, letting go of my anger for the moment as I close the distance between us and reach out to pull her into me. “Shhhh. Don’t cry. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not,” the words come out garbled but I manage to make them out. After a few moments, she manages to get herself under control enough to continue. “After everything that I’ve put you through, all the stuff with Brady and being kidnapped and getting pregnant and now this…I do nothing but hurt you.”
“None of that was your fault, Raleigh,” I tell her, needing her to see that those are things that happened *to her* not things that she did or caused to happen.
“I can’t do this,” she murmurs as she pulls away and reaches to open to door but before she gets the chance, I pull her back in to me and lower my mouth to hers, kissing her the way I’ve been dreaming about for way too long.
Her lips part on a shuddering breath and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Thrusting my tongue inside, I moan as I taste her for the first time in I don’t even know how long.
Trailing my hands from her shoulders, my fingers tips skim over the curves of the sides of her breasts before lowering down her waist until I get to her hips. Curling my fingers around the seductive curves, I pick her up and place her in my lap, her legs parting until she is straddling my hips. 
I have no doubt that she can feel my hardening cock beneath her, as a matter of fact, I hope she can. 
I want her to know how much she still affects me.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you. So fucking much, Baby.”
“You have?” she murmurs, sounding insecure.
“Fuck, yes. Did you miss me?”
Caught up in sensation, she only mumbles, “Mmmhhhh.”
“Show me. Show me how much you’ve missed me, Baby.”
Without missing a beat, Raleigh pops the button to my jeans and lowers my zipper before pulling out my rock hard cock. Her green eyes have darkened with her desire, and as she glances from my face down to my pulsing flesh in her hand, her tongue darts on to lick her lips. 
She moves to climb off of my lap but I stop her by clamping my hand down on her hip. She looks up at me with confusion before asking, “I thought you wanted—”
“As much as I want that perfect mouth wrapped around my cock right now, there’s something else that I *need* more.”
“O-oh,” she sounds surprised, but she shouldn’t be. Slowly, I lift her shirt over her head and then quickly rid her of her bra. As soon as I have her perfect tits exposed, I’m pulling the nipple of one into my mouth with playing with the other.
“Oh, God,” Raleigh cries as she pushes her chest out, giving me better access. As she does this, she slowly begins to grind jean-clad pussy on my cock.
After only a few rocks, I have to stop her, the friction on my sensitive head is going to have me cumming before either of us are ready.
As I move to give her other breast attention, I undo the button to her jeans and lower the zip before shimmying them down over her hips and slim thighs.
She giggles when she almost falls over before sitting on the bench next to me and pulling her jeans and panties the rest of the way off. 
Deciding to take the opportunity presented to me, I scoot the seat as far back as it will go and slip into the floorboard before pulling her ass all the way to the edge of the seat and spreading her thighs wide.
The sight and smell of her pretty little pussy is enough to have my cock already leaking in anticipation. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I lower my face to her pussy and feast, the moans falling from her lips spurring me on.
She is fucking soaked, her tight channel easily accepting not only one but two fingers eagerly. When I add a third, she lets out a deep moan, rocking her hips faster.
*That’s it Babygirl, cum for me,* I mentally beg, desperate to watch her fall apart.
“Oh God. Oh, fuck, Lincoln, baby, I’m cumming!” She shouts as she falls so absolutely beautifully. 
“Do you think you can take me?” I ask, desperate to feel her after not having been with her for so many months. “I need to feel you.”
“Yes.” Reaching for me, she helps me up from the floor as she says, “I want to feel you inside of me. I need to feel you.”
She moves to sit up, but with a hand on her shoulder, I guide her back down as I cover her body with my own and slowly sink inside of her, both of us releasing a contented moan at the same time.
*Home.*
*This is my home.*