That Girl (That Girl, #1)(48)
I take Lincoln’s hand, making our way over to his truck.
“Now, that’s my boy. Let’s talk about ESPN and the spotlight light reel you were featured on. The commentator said, and I quote, ‘Wilks is a force to be reckoned with. Any offense in the country should be terrified and ready to run the ball. Let’s analyze all of his sixteen picks this season. And do I need to remind you we are only halfway through the season?’”
“Stalker much?” he asks with a huge shit-eating grin.
“Well, have you seen this beast? He’s tall, dark and handsome. Has some killer legs on him, and the tightest set of buns in his football pants. Not to mention the long brown hair and scruff on his face. He’s hot.”
“I’ve created a monster.”
***
I’m starting to wonder if I was suffering from a brain tumor when I told Lincoln I’d go with him to have dinner with his parents. He hasn’t been himself since returning from his last away game, and I know it’s because of his parents. It kills me to see him so worried and full of anxiety. I’m beginning to miss my Lincoln. The one who is always full of life and energy. I want him back. I keep reminding myself going with him to this dinner is the first step to getting him back.
Lincoln: Almost there baby.
Me: ok
As I’m getting dressed, I keep thinking of the horror stories I’ve been told about his mom. Every one of them serves as a warning about what kind of a bitch storm I’m walking into. Every outfit I put on screams ‘dollar store,’ but it’s who I am, and it’s who Lincoln loves, so that’s the way I’m going to roll. I settle on a pair of denim jeans with a ruffle tank top and a simple pair of flats. My short pixie hair is tame compared to some days when I let it all go.
“Honey, I’m home,” Lincoln sing-songs as he enter my room.
“Well, hello there, good looking.”
There’s my Lincoln in all of his defiance, dressed in his rattiest gym shorts and a dingy white tank that’s been worn to one too many practices. His hat is on backward, and his shoe laces are untied.
“Are you ready to attend a horror movie with me?” He tries to say this lightly, but the tension is clear in the lines around his mouth.
“I’ve waited all day. You’re freaking hot,” I reply.
Pushing Lincoln down on the bed, I crawl over top of him and nibble at his ear.
“Wait, I have something for you,” he says. He reaches down into his pocket, pulls out a little black box, and opens it. Without saying a word, he unsnaps two large diamond earrings and clips each one on my ears. “For you,” he says, leaning back to get a better look at my new adornment.
Tears stream down my face as he adjusts them. The love and admiration I have for this man is off the charts, and it’s about time I show him how I feel. I’m not able to buy him fancy gifts, but I can give him all of me by letting my love pour out over his body. Once his hands leave my ears, I don’t go back to his lips. Instead, I find his neck and begin peppering kisses down it, and then make my way to his chest. My hands pull up the hem of his tank, exposing his stomach, and I kiss it too. While my lips lick and taste his abs, my steady fingers pull down his shorts and then his boxers. I feel him spring to life, pushing up into my boobs.
“Oakley, I think you’re going too fast. Don’t…”
Reaching up, I place my fingers over his lips and dip my head inches lower, taking all of him in my mouth. The sound he makes turns me on more than his fingers or lips ever have. I have to hear that sound again, so I take him even deeper. Lincoln’s hands snap to my head and grip my hair.
“Holy f*ck, Oak, oh my God. Please don’t stop.”
His words only fuel my desire to please him, and I work even harder. My other hand finds the base of him, and I grip him firmly, applying more pressure with my mouth. In this moment of intense desire to please Lincoln, I let go of everything I have and pour it all into him, and then time disappears, and all that’s left is pleasure filling the room.
***
“Jenni schooled me on the dos and don’ts,” I inform him as we hustle to his truck.
“By all means, any time she offers advice, listen up,” he says, lifting me up into the driver’s seat.
“You’re silly.”
“That was amazing, and guess what?”
I scoot over from the driver’s seat toward the middle. “What?”
“That’s the first time I ever let go in someone’s mouth.”
His words cause shivers to crawl up my spine and my cheeks to flame with heat. Something pulls at my gut, and my chest puffs out just a tiny bit knowing I was a first at something for him. He’s been my first in everything so far.
“We have about a ten minute drive before walking into the lions’ den.”
“It will be fine. Drive, crank up the music, and let’s just be us,” I say, reaching for the remote to his sound system.
“Deal. Always just us,” he repeats.
Ten minutes later, we pull into a massive gated community. Houses, or rather castles, are scattered all over a hillside and some even nestled in small valleys. Each one has huge pillars adorning them and gates protecting the entryway. Paved streets, beautiful decorative sidewalks, and manicured shrubs are everywhere. It’s paradise.