That Girl (That Girl, #1)(51)

Totally busted for staring, I just laugh and reply, “Slightly.”

“Come here,” he says, dragging me on top of him.

“Stay the night with me?” I ask as I conform my body to his.

“Baby, I can’t…”

“Please,” I interrupt.

“Oakley Ann.”

“I need you. I’m ready for you. All of you.”

Getting up, I turn off the T.V., lower the lights, and grab my phone. I know exactly how I want this to work. Selecting the Oakley playlist, I turn the volume all the way up and crawl back on Lincoln. The first song begins to play in the dimly lit room, and I don’t recognize it. This is the first time I’ve listened to it.

“I need you,” I whisper again.

“It’s called Endlessly by Green River Ordinance. It reminds me of how I feel for you.”

I put my lips against his ear and say, “I want you.”

Lincoln rises and flips me over.

“I’m in charge, and once I start I won’t be able to stop, Oakley. I’ve wanted to bury myself in you for months now. One nod from you, and it’s on.”

“I love you, Lincoln,” I say, nodding, fully aware of what it means.

The next thing I hear is my top being ripped from me, and I feel his lips on my skin. Next my bra is torn off and tossed over his shoulder as he begins kissing every square inch of my exposed flesh. My hips dance to his rhythm, and the familiar longing for him is back.

“Lincoln, now, please. I need you in me now.”

“It might hurt,” he says, raising his head.

“Lincoln,” I wail.

I feel his fingers race down to my core and begin working me over, and I find myself bucking and riding his hand. The want is clear in his eyes, but so is the fear of pushing me too far in the wrong direction. Taking the lead, I grab his arm and pull him from inside me and sit up enough to slide his shorts down. Pulling him back down to the bed with me, I feel him in his full glory.

Grabbing both sides of his face, I speak very clearly. “Now.”

Every movement on the bed is amplified as Lincoln slides into me inch by inch.

“Is it okay?”

“All of you,” I sigh. “I want all of you. The football star, the goofy boyfriend, and the broken son.”

With my words, Lincoln pushes all the way into me, and I cry out. The sensation of being fully intertwined with Lincoln is beyond overwhelming. Tears flow down my cheeks as he works his way in and out.

“Don’t stop, Lincoln,” I plead.

Music fills the room, and each song that comes on is more perfect than the last. All I can hear are the words love, forever, and always as an undying theme floating through the air. My hips finally find the same rhythm as his, and every time I push up into him I get closer and closer to falling over the edge.

“Fuck, Oakley, I love you. I f*cking love you so much.”

“Oh my God, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I gasp as I begin to climax.

Up on my elbows, with my head thrown back and hips pushed up as far as I can, I feel Lincoln’s teeth bite down on my nipple, and I completely fall out of control.

Moments later, he collapses on me.

“Stay with me?” I ask one more time.

“I’m here, Oak.”





Chapter 15





Us at 1,014 Miles



“Why aren’t Tiny and Jewels coming?” I ask again.

“Tiny wants to go to a party.”

“And you don’t?” Not that I’m complaining.

“No, I want a quiet night with my girl.”

I study his face for clues. “But why?”

“Quit being a little shit,” he finally says, slapping my leg.

Lincoln is taking me to some small town outside of Fort Collins for a Halloween Harvest Festival. He told me his grandmother used to take him every year when he was growing up, and it’s one of his favorite childhood memories. Over the last month we’ve avoided the college party crowd, and I know the only reason is to reduce Monica run-ins. Secretly, I love being us and not trying to fit in the college scene. We’ve had plenty of double dates with Jewels and Tiny, and lots of team meals.

I managed to survive the game with his parents and the couple days afterward. His dad finally warmed up to me when we saw him after the San Diego game, but he was never openly proud of Lincoln. His mom, on the other hand, is a straight hot mess. Her bitchiness and dramatics were out of control. I kept my distance and used Lincoln as a shield.

The team has only one loss on their record. It was a well-fought battle, but devastating for everyone. They’ve rallied back and haven’t lost since, with three more games in the regular season before conference championships. There’s a lot of nervousness floating around in the air. I have absolute faith that Lincoln and the team are going to dominate the rest of the season, and I make sure to tell him so as often as I can.

“So, where are we going?” I inquire again.

“Oakley Ann.” He’s starting to sound a bit annoyed.

“I’m not kidding. Seriously, I’m listening now. Full attention, boss.”

He chuckles. “Your damn head is lost in football more often than mine, I swear.”

“Well, you have me dressed up as a little cheerleader, so I think I should have the right to know where we’re going.”