“Hey, Linc. Nah, we’re good right now. We may in an hour or so,” he replies while mixing a few cocktails.
“Sounds good, I’ll be in the office. Holler if you need me,” I rap my knuckles along the bar, then start to make my way to the stairs that lead up to my office.
Taking one last look around, hoping to get a glimpse of the woman that somehow makes my heart beat more than any adrenaline rush I could ever get from jumping out of an airplane.
“Fuck,” I murmur to myself.
“You probably shouldn’t talk to yourself like that, I hear it’s bad for your health,” a husky voice says to me, shocking the hell out of me that I didn’t hear or feel someone’s presence this close to me.
I whip my head around, and if today isn’t my lucky day then I don’t know when it would be. It’s that moment you take your chance to play the lottery. That’s how perfect this moment is.
Looking down into beautiful deep grey eyes, eyes that haunt my every waking moment. Presley’s a good head and shoulders shorter than me, even in the tall as fuck shoes she’s wearing. My gaze lingers on her eyes for a long time until I take her in, she’s the whole god damn package. Her legs, I swear she’s all fucking legs, smooth, tan, and my imagination takes over on all the ways I want them wrapped around me.
Taking my time, I allow myself to take her all in, the way her shirt is showing a small glimpse of skin of her stomach and breasts I know I want in my hands and mouth. Her hair is long, that has different colors of brown and blonde. One of my fantasies is having my fist wrapped around her long locks as I guide her mouth to my now throbbing cock.
I finally move back to her face, lips that I know once I have a taste of, I’ll never let go, and that’s why I haven’t pursued her yet. Excuse after excuse, that’s what I made. But seeing Presley here right now and in front of me, I know I’ll be going after her, and I’ll be doing that tonight. I don’t want any other asshole thinking she’s available.
3
Presley
I didn’t think what I was wearing was too revealing or would garner this much attention from Lincoln, but the way his tongue came out to lick the top of his lip, I may as well be naked standing in front of him.
“Presley,” he croons.
“Lincoln,” I reply a little breathless. He’s in his customary jeans, dark washed and worn out in all the right ways, with his black polo with Maverick’s Place embroidered on it.
“What are you doing in this dark corner?” he asks.
“Heading towards the back deck. Lyla and Callie got here before I did. It’s crazy here tonight,” I string my words together, barely. I didn’t come this way to get his attention. No way, that would be on the verge of stalker like status.
“I’ll walk you out, it seems like we get busier with every passing week. Stay out of dark corners though, even in a small town, you never know what someone is capable of,” his hand lands on my lower back. I wouldn’t think I had too much of an effect on him, yet Lincoln’s warm hand is against my bare skin. My shirt may show some skin, but not enough unless you purposely move it, and that’s exactly what Lincoln does. Add that into the way he’s kneading my back, I think he’s finally making a move.
“Your hands are amazing,” I all but moan. He stops in his tracks. I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud.
“You can’t say shit like that right now, Presley. Not when I can’t have you in my arms,” he responds.
“Oh, well…um, okay. I’ll just get back to the girls,” I turn to move away from Lincoln. His arms come around my waist from behind, his chin on my shoulder.
“Not what I meant, Presley. You deserve more than a quick fuck in a crowded room. I want to take you out, get to know you better, and show you just how I plan on making you mine,” he states.
“Wow,” I’m struck speechless, I didn’t think he really saw me, well, not that much at least.
“Presley,” he groans, “I’m going to walk you to your girls, let you have your night with them. Then later on, when you’re home, all curled up in bed, where I want to be, I’ll call you. But, gorgeous, it’ll be late. So, unless you don’t want what I do, let me know now.”
“Okay, I guess you’ll need my number then?”
“Babe, when a man knows what he wants, he goes after it. That being said, I already have your number,” he claims, and then he moves me towards the back deck, towards Lyla and Callie. His hand back on my lower back, me trying not to moan as he continues his assault on my body.