C H A P T E R S I X
Lincoln
“But...” Her voice drifts away as I suck away every drop of the river of cum that streams from her clutching pussy.
I kiss my way up her swollen cunt lips, letting the patch of hair over her mound tickle my lips and nose before meeting her eyes, letting her know I’m listening.
“But...” she repeats on a panting breath. “You didn’t say if you were going to give me time to pay you back. Or give me another five so I can try to win it all back. You just said about names and things. Look, I’m not so tough. I need that money for...”
She trails off, and I know there’s more, but I’ll let her keep that to herself for now. I like that she’s finally realized she can be honest with me, about who she really is and how she doesn’t have so many street-smarts. All that manipulation, the tough-little-bitch act that might work so well on everyone else, is lost on me. I know her. I see her. I know more about her than most people I’ve spent years with.
Because she’s my other half. I know it, deep down in my soul, as fucking sappy-ass as that might sound.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the two-plus decades I’ve been pursuing this career of mine, it’s that my gut doesn’t lie. It’s the source of my success. My superpower, if you will.
Other people have the ability in this business to calculate odds or count cards or intimidate others into capitulating.
Me? I’m all gut.
All instinct.
And every time I’ve second-guessed that part of me, I’ve ended up in a heaping stink pile of regret.
“You’re coming home with me.”
Tearing my mouth away from that sweet cunt was torture and reach down to grab her jeans off the floor. I nod toward her feet while holding them open.
“Wait, I’m a mess... I mean, I have to clean up—”
“Hell no. You’re not cleaning any of that off of you. You’re wearing that all the way back to my place. Then when we get there, I’m going to take those panties off you again and keep them with me from this day on. I like to commemorate the turning points in my life.”
Her green eyes sparkle, and I love the little girl I see in there. “I barely know you... You think this is a turning point?” She tosses it out with a hint of playful sarcasm, trying still to maintain the façade she’s been wearing all night, but I see right through that shit.
I take her by the hands and stand her up, putting her clothes back into place and loving every moment that she doesn’t even try to help me.
She just fucking lets me dress her, and it makes me feel alive.
Who knew, just that simple act could make me so fucking possessive?
And hot. Goddammit, I’m losing my shit with this girl.
“No, I don’t think. I know. This is a turning point. And it’s not over, either. Tonight, you’re going to clear your marker with me.” I finishing zipping up her pants as she rests her hands on my shoulders.
When I’ve got her secured, I look to see a flash of something like fear cross her face, and it makes me angry. Not angry with her. I could never be angry with her. But I never want to see her afraid. Never of me. It breaks my heart.
“Don’t worry.” I half grin because everything about her makes me happy. “You’re not going to fuck me.”
But I’m going to fuck you.
I watch the relief lighten her mood as I play with the collar of her shirt. My hands move up so my thumbs can caress the spot where her pulse races under her jaw.
“But you are going to spend the night. You’re going to be in my bed. And you’re going to be naked.” The vision of it hits me in the chest like a heart attack. Yes, it’s what I want, and tonight, I’m making it come true. “You, naked, in the white sheets of my bed. Just until morning. Then your debt will be cleared.”
Her eyes search my face for a moment. The scent of her musky arousal, a reminder of the pleasure I gave her with my lips, lingers between us. Our faces are just inches apart, and I can read every slight dilation of her pupils. The shift in her iris as she decides just what I mean.
When she finally speaks, I realize I’ve been holding my breath. My heart is nearly breaking my ribs as it slams around in a fury, wanting more. Wanting it all from her.
“I only have to lay in your bed, naked. Just until morning?” she asks as she leans forward, her hands slipping under the opening of my jacket and up my back, drawing me closer, and another release of cum wets the fabric inside my pants. My cock is as painful and hard as it’s ever been.
I don’t bother correcting her about the details. She will be doing far more than laying.
“You don’t only have to lay, but yes, just until morning,” I repeat, knowing I will move heaven and earth to make sure it’s every fucking morning from this day forward.