“Well, don’t I look like quite the dork. Does it have a bed in it?” She’s wiggling her eyebrows.
“Yes, you goof. We’ll take advantage of it too. I haven’t slept yet,” I told her as we pulled into the small airport the jet was at.
“I look forward to it, Mr. Anderson.” She doesn’t wait for me to come around the truck to help her out. The way she said Mr. Anderson, I want her last name to be mine. An idea forms in my head, I have a feeling I know what I’ll be doing on our vacation.
I climb out of the truck, grab our bags, and then go towards Presley.
“I’m so excited,” she squeals, I place my hand at the small of her back.
“Baby.”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to spoil you for the rest of our lives,” I murmur into her ear.
“Oh, Lincoln, don’t you know? You already spoil me, with love and your presence. That’s all I ever need.” She stands on the tip of her toes, her lips graze mine, and as much as I’d love to deepen the kiss, we need to get going.
The steward takes our bags, and we take our seats, buckle in, and then we’re in the air in no time at all.
“As soon as the seatbelt light is off, we’re heading to the back of the plane.”
“Please,” she all but moans. Fuck being tired, I’m taking my woman thirty thousand feet in the sky.
Tapping her fingers along our seats, I see Presley’s impatience, I feel it. Our desire for one another boiling at the edge, ready to tip over.
Finally, the light goes off, we get up. The steward asks, “Do you need anything?”
“Nope, we’ll be laying down until it’s time to land,” I explain. When the steward leaves, I look at Presley, her face is flush, and I can see that she’s worried about what the steward may think. Not wanting to say anything to make her embarrassed even more, I nod my head, so she knows to keep moving towards the back of the cabin.
Once we make it inside, I shut and lock the door, “Strip, Presley,” I all but demand.
“Okay,” her voice is laced with need. I watch as she takes every piece of clothing off, baring her body to me. Presley comes up to me, her hands find the bottom of my shirt, helping me pull it off, then her hands dive for my belt. The only thing I have on my mind is needing her in the shower while she comes apart under my tongue, then a nap, and I plan on doing just that.
27
Presley
I think I’m still blushing when we pull up to Lincoln’s parents’ house, they had a car for Lincoln to take back to their place. Lincoln navigated the roads as if he never left. “Wow, no wonder Stacey wants her hooks deep into Devon,” I say out loud when I look up at his parent’s place.
“No kidding, hopefully the drama is kept to a minimum. We won’t spend all our time here, I want to show you what Las Vegas really has to offer too,” Lincoln states after he parks the car, then unfolds from the driver’s seat. I unbuckle my seatbelt, start to open my door when Lincoln appears at my side.
“You ready for this? Mom’s amazing, but she’ll want to shower you with attention and drag you away from me,” Lincoln grunts out. I laugh and say, “I’m sure she’ll be fine, I think you just might be worried you’ll have to share me on our vacation.”
“Hello,” I hear, looking up I see Lincoln’s Mom, Kristine, barreling towards us, his Dad, Robert, trying to catch up with her, but it’s no use.
“Hey Mom,” he engulfs her in a warm hug. When they pull apart, he introduces me to her. Lincoln wasn’t wrong, she gives me a hug, then holds me at arm’s length, taking me in, “My goodness, you are beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I respond awkwardly.
“Way to be weird, Mom,” Lincoln says with a chuckle. His dad is now with us and Robert’s hand is on Lincoln’s shoulder, “You know your mother, she’s never met a stranger a day in her life.”
“You must be Presley,” Robert says, and he gives me a warm smile, shaking my hand.
“I am, thank you for having me,” I reply.
“Give it time, you may want a hotel after one day here. Kristine has been in a tizzy as soon as Lincoln told us you two were coming.” Lincoln and Robert laugh. Kristine comes closer to me, “Ignore those two, we have plenty of room here. I know Lincoln will take you to see the shows, but if you have time to do some shopping, I’ll take you one afternoon.” The warm welcome, the offer to spend time with everyone, you wouldn’t know that Lincoln came from this amount of wealth. He’s as cool as a cucumber and simply stated, he’s down to earth. His house back home shows that in every way.