“I was thinking Spring Break, unless you have Clairabella? We can leave Sunday evening and come back Wednesday,” he asks.
“Let me check with Callie, it shouldn’t be a problem though.”
“Great, what do you think about going to the car show that’s happening today? I’ll have to stop at home and change, but then we can head over there,” Lincoln offers.
“I’m good with that, my parents may be there. My dad and uncles, well, they all have hot rods, it’s like the old man club for them. But don’t call them that. They get hotter than a blue tick hound if you call them old.” I laugh thinking about all of them standing around looking at the other cars, talking about what they can work on next. They aren’t even retired yet, but they act like a bunch of old grumpy men.
“Baby, they don’t scare me. If I meet them now or this week, it doesn’t bother me,” Lincoln tells me. Gosh, he really is perfect.
“Well then, it’s settled. But if the men folk are there and mom hears that we’re there too and I don’t call her, you have to stick up for me,” I joke.
“Call her on the way to my place, let her know where we’ll be. You know this town. She’ll find out before we leave the house if not.” I go to Lincoln, reach up to put my arms around his neck, and kiss him.
“Thank you,” I murmur as we pull back.
22
Lincoln
We stopped at my house before heading to the car show. Presley was amazed by not only the views, but the fact that there was a long floating dock outside the backyard, with a boat. Her face lit up, “Um. Why are we going to a car show when we could be out on the water?” she asked.
“Thought about it, but it’s still cold with the wind on the water. I don’t want you getting sick,” I draped my arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer to me.
“Oh,” the way her face got softer, Presley’s like a siren, yet she has no idea just how stunning she is.
“I promise we’ll go out as soon as it gets warmer,” I walk us back into the house, “I’ll be right back. Then we can head to the car show.”
“Okay,” she responds.
“Feel free to look around,” I say, then head to the master bedroom to change having already showered at Presley’s and god damn, what a way it was to shower. I washed every inch of her body, which in turn had her doing the same for me. We probably shouldn’t have rolled the dice again and played Russian roulette while we were in there. But sinking inside of her with nothing between us, feeling her pussy tighten around my cock, filling her with my cum, I didn’t give a damn at that point and neither did Presley.
After changing I came back out and watched Presley, she isn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, just looking at the built-in bookcases and everything that’s on them.
“I had no idea you read so much,” Presley must have heard me walk up to her.
“There hasn’t been time lately, but sometimes if I can’t sleep, I’ll come out here and read.” She’s looking at the new military book dad sent to me last week. He’s always looking to see what else is out there, this one garnered his interest right from the spot.
“That stinks, I used to read all the time as a little girl. Now with work, it doesn’t happen near as much. Maybe we can have a lazy Sunday soon, be couch potatoes and read.” The more I get to know Presley, the more I know she’s perfect for me.
“You got yourself a date, anytime you want that, I’m game. You ready? Something tells me if we don’t get to the car show soon, your dad might show up here,” I laugh.
“You’re probably right. Are you sure you’re okay with meeting everyone today?” Presley asks.
“Perfectly, let’s rock and roll,” I grab my keys, her hand, and we head out to the garage where I parked my truck before coming inside.
23
Presley
True to Lincoln’s word, he wasn’t worried at all. Even when Dad stood up to introduce himself, my dad isn’t lacking in the height or muscle department. But I think Lincoln is still bigger than him.
“Mom, Dad this is Lincoln Anderson. Lincoln, this is my mom, Lucy, and my dad, Mike,” I introduce them to him.
Mom hugged Lincoln as if he were already a part of the family. Dad though, he did the firm handshake. Lincoln didn’t even wince, I saw the gleam in both of their eyes.
“He’s going to fit right in with the other men, you know?” Mom whispered into my ear when Lincoln was being introduced to Lyla’s Dad, Max, and Callie’s Dad, Emmitt.