Off the Record (Off #3)(47)
I wish I could see her. I wish I could see her f*ckingly fantastic body riding me slowly to nirvana.
“I’m close, Linc,” she whispers, and that’s all it takes for my orgasm to start firing. I hope I don’t leave her behind. I can’t help myself but I grip her hips and pull her up and push her down hard a few times, wincing as the bed creaks loudly. But I’m beyond caring if we get caught. I relish the soft gasp that comes out of her mouth as she slams down onto me and I explode right at the same time she does.
Ever lets out a soft, “Ooohhh” and my breath comes out in a massive hiss. It is the quietest we have ever come, and somehow, the fact that we had to be quiet makes it more intense.
After the last spasms leave our bodies, Ever slumps forward onto my chest and I wrap my arms around her. I never knew slow and quiet could be so satisfying. The fact that Ever needed to be with me tonight causes hope to swell inside of me. I am sated and now, oh so, tired. I fall asleep with Ever laying on top of me, oblivious to all else.
I had awoken at 6:00am and Ever was gone from my bed. I got up and decided to run. I finish the last of my five miles and quietly walk up the porch steps of Sam’s house. It’s still very early and I don’t know if anyone is awake yet.
As I quietly walk into the living room, I’m startled when Sam pops her head out of the kitchen.
“Linc! You’re up early.”
“Yes, ma’am. I wanted to get a run in before it got too hot.”
“Well, come get some coffee and breakfast.”
I head into the kitchen and Sam has an amazing coffee cake laid out. It’s so not on my approved list of foods but what the hell. I’m technically still on vacation.
After she pours me a cup of coffee, Sam jumps right into some deep conversation. “So, Linc...exactly what are your feelings toward my daughter?”
I about choke on the piece of coffee cake I’m chewing on. What is it with this woman asking me such personal questions while I have food in my mouth? “Excuse me?”
Sam just stares at me levelly. I’m so not prepared for this inquisition. “Your feelings. For my daughter?”
“Uh...I like Ever.”
The stern look on Sam’s face disappears and she starts laughing at me. “Oh, my dear boy, it goes a little deeper than that.”
Never in a million years would I have guessed I was a blusher, but the minute she says that, I can feel my face heat up. What is this...a mother’s intuition?
I take a sip of coffee and decide honesty will win every time. “I mean...I really like your daughter. A lot.”
“But...” she says to encourage me further.
“But...Ever doesn’t reciprocate those feelings.”
“Oh, bullshit,” she says.
Now I do choke. I can’t believe this lovely, sweet, southern woman called “bullshit”. After I finish hacking and take another sip of coffee, I have the nerve to say, “You think she does?”
Sam reaches over and lays her hand on top of mine. “I saw the way you two looked at each other last night when you got here. We were just standing around...talking...but the two of you kept stealing glances at each other. There’s definitely something there. You at least have the grace to admit it.”
Could Ever actually have feelings for me? I don’t want to get my hopes up, but if anyone should know Ever’s mind, it would be her mother.
I am lost in my thoughts but Sam brings me back to the present. “A mother doesn’t want to see her daughter get hurt. Ever has been hurt enough.”
Well...if I thought I had a champion in Sam Montgomery, that thought has been dispelled.
“I understand,” I tell her. “I’d be protective of my daughter, too.”
“Then you should understand that I want you to have the chance to hurt her.”
“What?” What kind of mother wants that?
“Relax, Linc. While I like that protective instinct that just reared up, it’s not needed. What I mean is...I would like Ever to take the risk of getting hurt. If she doesn’t, she’ll lose out on what could be a great opportunity for something real. Are you understanding me?”
Oh, I was picking up what she was putting down. It’s the advice I would give to Ever if I thought she’d listen to me. That she has to take a risk that maybe we could have a real relationship. That while it is not my intention to hurt her, she has to take the chance to see if I would.
“Maybe you can impart that to Ever while we’re here,” I tell her. “I’m sure you have much more sway with her than I do.”
Sam chuckles. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I would never miss such an opportunity.”
I look in the full length mirror in my bedroom and assess my outfit. We are doing a low-key birthday celebration for my mom. I’ve cooked her favorite meal and made a birthday cake this afternoon.
The sundress I’m wearing is fine, but it’s the dark circles under my eyes that give me pause. I didn’t get hardly any sleep last night. I could kick myself for the weakness I showed. The overwhelming urge to be with Linc last night got the better of me, and I stole into his room to practically molest him.
And the funny thing is, I didn’t really go in there for sex. I wanted to just crawl into bed and hold onto him. But when I opened the door, and saw him lying there...illuminated by the hallway light, I lost my nerve. I couldn’t just crawl in bed and do something as sweet as lay in his arms. So instead, I turned it sexual because that is all I want this to be. Well, it’s really all I can handle it being.