Chapter Fourteen
Lincoln
The last few days have been so incredibly chaotic, that I hardly know whether I’m coming or going, and I desperately need a time out, which is why I’m currently on my way over to see Raleigh.
Bos has been beside himself, and rightly so considering that not only is she in a coma but also finding out that she’s fucking pregnant.
Shit! I can hardly wrap my own head around it and it’s not even my ass that’s on the line, considering that when dad and Ashlynn find out that Bos is the father, all hell is going to break loose.
As soon as she opens the door, I’m closing the distance between us, pulling her into my arms and lowering my mouth to hers, and claiming her in a kiss so heated that Raleigh is moaning loudly, making my dick stand to attention and beg for some of the action.
“Fuck! Baby girl, I need you,” I growl, grinding my cock against her lower stomach to punctuate the meaning behind my words.
She immediately pulls back, her lust-filled eyes going wide with fear as she slowly shakes her head back and forth, her teeth going to her bottom lip as she begins shredding the tender flesh, “I—Lincoln, I’m not—we’ve only—I can’t…” she stutters in a panic as she pulls away from me and then takes a step back, putting a bit of distance between us.
“Ra—Ba—fuck!” I curse, closing the distance between us once more. Cupping her cheeks with my hands, I lower my forehead to hers, breathing in the sweet scent that is uniquely Raleigh as I close my eyes and move my head back and forth and breathe out, “That’s not what I meant.”
Opening my eyes, I take in her unsure expression and the knowledge that she’s skeptical of me—fuck, it makes me sick to my stomach that she thinks that I would ever make her do something against her will. I thought we’d already been over this.
“I’m not going to try to pretend that I don’t want you, because that would be a complete and total fucking lie,” I tell her, not willing to lie to her but when she breaks eye contact with me and begins tearing at that damn lip again, I rush to continue explaining. “Baby, I would never, and I mean *never* force you to do anything that you weren’t ready for or didn’t want to do.”
“But you said—”
“That I need you,” I repeat, cutting her off. “I need you to help me forget everything that has happened over the last couple of days. I need a time out.”
“But, you were hard…” she accuses, her voice soft as the fight leaves her.
“I was hard because you turn me on. And, okay yeah, I won't lie and pretend that the thought of you helping me forget by having that sinful mouth of yours on my cock hadn’t crossed my mind, but I told you that I wanted to take things slow with you.” Needing to taste her, I claim her lips once more but pull back before things can get too heated, to continue speaking, “Baby, I meant it when I told you that, and I still mean it now, no matter how hard my cock may get at the thought of all the things I would like to do to you and let you do to me in return. Having blue balls is a small price to pay when it comes to treating you with respect and showing you what you mean to me.”
“I believe you,” she breathes out and then lowers her hand to my still-rigid cock and begins stroking me through the fabric of my jeans.
“Baby,” I say with a reluctant groan as I pull my lower body away from her, and as a result, break contact with her hand. “It’s okay, you don’t have to.”
I want her to touch me because *she* wants to, because she wants me, not because she feels some sort of obligation to touch me or do anything else for that matter, especially after seeing the look of fear and then skepticism on her face just a few moments ago.
She moves to drop to her knees but catching ahold of her upper arm, I stop her. She looks up at me, her eyes red and glossy. “You don’t want me to?” She asks, her brows pulled together in confusion and her lip poked out in a pout.
“Come here,” I say as I move my hand along her arm until her hand is in my own. When she’s standing back up, I cup the back of her head, running my fingers through her thick locks as my thumbs graze her cheekbones. When I have her full attention, I ask, “What did I just tell you?”
“T-that you wanted to see your c-cock in my m-mouth,” she stutters out, breaking eye contact and shuffling her feet against the hardwood floor as her neck and face turn a bright shade of pink from embarrassment.
I bite back a grin at how fucking adorable she is, while also ignoring my dicks reaction at hearing the word *cock* falling from her lips and trying to stay focused on the task at hand, “Okay, yeah, I did, you’re right. But, what *else* did I say?” I ask with a lift of my right eyebrow.
“That you respect me?” Without looking at me, she says the words quietly and as more of a question than a statement, if she’s not really sure of what I’m looking for.
“How about I show you just how much I respect you,” I say as I reach down, curl my hands around her thighs and pick her up. Her legs automatically spread, wrapping around my waist. I capture her mouth in a kiss and then pull away. Glancing around, I don’t immediately spot anything that would give me the impression that it’s her room, so I ask, “Where’s your room?”
“Up the stairs, first door on the left,” she replies breathlessly as she free’s her left hand from the grasp she’d had on my hair to point up the stairs.
When we get into her room, I press her up against the door and catch myself before I thrust my hips forward into the juncture between her thighs, as I try to rein in my desire for her.
*This is about her, not about you or your cock,* I remind myself as I slowly trail kisses down her neck while grasping ahold of her hips. Slowly, I begin sliding my hands upwards, lifting her shirt as I go.
“Is this okay?” I ask, not wanting to push her past her comfort zone, as I run my thumbs across her stomach, the skin silky soft.
She rocks her hips, grinding her pussy against my stomach as she breathily moans, “Yes.”
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