Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(59)

He thrusts inside me so fast I gasp, and when I look up at his face, I expect him to be feeling the pain with me. But the only thing I see is desire.

His other hand finds my *, like he’s reading my mind, and then he’s pushing a finger in. I can feel him from both sides. First his cock, then his finger.

“You like it hard, Molly?”

“I like it with you, Lincoln. I like it any way you want to give it to me.”

“If I had more hands,” he says, “I’d pull your hair while I play with your ass. But I don’t, so you’re going to have to help me out here.” He withdraws his finger and grabs my hair, yanking my head back. “Play with your ass, Molly. I want to feel your fingers against my cock.”

I reach under and fulfill his request. He groans and fists my hair, grabbing it right up next to my scalp. Taking me. My eyes shut automatically from the pressure. And then I’m moaning his name. Over and over. “Lincoln, Lincoln…”

“Alpha,” he says. “I’m your Alpha. Your beginning.”

“And I’m the end,” I say, coming all over his dick. “I’m the end of that old life you were leading. We are perfect,” I say, as he comes inside me. “Perfect. And we will last forever.”





Chapter Thirty-Seven - Lincoln




“Forever is a long time,” I say, feeling totally spent and satiated. God, but I wish it could last forever.

“I know,” she moans, her legs still gripping my waist like she never wants to let go.

I hold her tight and then swing us around so I can dunk her under the spray of hot water and wash off the shampoo. She reaches up and plays with her hair, getting the last of the soap out. I back up, sit back down on the bench, and keep her in my lap as I reach for the hair conditioner. I squeeze it on her head and then push her face down onto my shoulder. Her soft breath tickles my neck as I massage the slick conditioner into every strand.

“I like taking care of you. I wish I’d been there.”

She doesn’t answer. She’s the one who said we could’ve made it together. And now she’s probably thinking of all the love she missed out on.

“But we can’t change things. It was meant to be this way.”

“I’m happy now,” she says, her eyes closed and her body limp. I grab the soap and start washing her back. “I’m happy with how it ended up.”

But she won’t be for long. Once she finds out what I did last night.

Never mind that, Lincoln. One moment at a time.

I feel like an * for making her happy when I know what will happen later. But I can’t help it. I deserve a little bit of happiness at the end.

Don’t I?

“I don’t want to go to work, Lincoln, but I have to.”

“I know,” I say, lifting her up off my lap and making her stand on her own. I wash her body from top to bottom, lingering on her breasts, tracing the curves of her hips, tugging on her nipples and kissing the frothy bubbles running down her stomach. “But I’m gonna drive you to work today, Molls.”

“Molls?”

“What?”

“My brother used to call me that.”

“He did?” I ask. Fucking stupid *, Lincoln. You got through all this and you f*ck it up with one word.

“Yeah,” she says, a touch of sorrow in her voice. “He died six months ago. I miss him so much.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. And I am. I’m sorry for so many things.

“It’s not your fault,” she says, forcing herself to smile though her sadness. “He took so many risks at the end. I begged him not to be so stupid after what happened to our dad.”

“I’m sorry,” I say again. “Come on, we better get dressed.” I don’t want to hear about her father or her brother. Not now. Not after we had this perfect morning. “I’ll ride with you in your car and Sheila can follow us in mine.”

“Sheila drives your car?” Molly laughs, like this is ridiculous.

“There’s a lot more to Sheila than you know.”

“What is she? I don’t get it. I didn’t think the technology was there for such an advanced form of artificial intelligence.”

“It’s not,” I say with half a laugh. “To the general public, anyway. But in secret…” I hesitate, wondering if I’m saying too much.

“Yeah,” Molly says. “I bet there’s so much shit happening in tech research and development that people don’t know about. Military stuff, private stuff.”

I reach over and turn the water off, then grab a towel from the rack outside the shower and start rubbing her down. “You have no idea.”

“What will you do?”

“What?” I ask, looking up at her as I dry her legs in long, slow strokes.

“You explained what you do,” she says, emphasizing the word. “But not really what you will do with it. All that research and stuff you talked about. What will you do with it, Lincoln?”

“Cure mental illness, remember?” I say, smiling at her.

“Really?” she says, stepping out of the shower and grabbing another towel to wrap up her hair. I watch her ass as I dry myself off and then follow her into the bedroom.