You Belong to Me (Brook Hollow 1)

He led her by the hand to the couch and sat down pulling her on his lap. She was wearing a pink summer dress Lily had given her from the clothes store where she worked.

He kissed her lips briefly and she wanted more. She wanted a deeper kiss. Suddenly the thought of talking went out the window. Lincoln was a sexy man, especially with his bare chest. She couldn’t help but run her hands over his hard flesh and lick her lips. His hands caressed her bare arms and she felt her body shiver.

She leaned down and let her lips touch his. He quickly opened his mouth and she felt the heat of the kiss all the way to her pussy, which was throbbing with want and need. Damn it, why had she not taken him up on his offer to help him shower? Her virginity could have been long gone by now.

His hand went to her neck and he took over the kiss. His tongue dove deep, exploring her and making her melt into goo. His kiss was no comparison to the sun’s heat. He squeezed her breast and her nipples hardened like little pebbles. She thought she heard herself moan. She squeezed her thighs together, knowing her panties were wet. His thumb pulled at her nipple through the shirt, but it wasn’t enough. His hand went under her t-shirt and bra. He caressed the tip of her breast, making her shake and moan. Her desire for this man only deepened each time he touched her.

When he let her mouth go, they were both breathing hard. She had no idea what to say, her mind was blank. Her temperature was sky high as she locked gazes with him but stayed silent.

“Now I know kissing you leaves you silent and speechless. I like it.” He teased, her making her blush. She hid her face in his neck and inhaled his fresh scent. She liked how his hard body felt against her softer one. He continued to touch her breasts and she wished she had taken off her shirt, too, but now she was too shy.

“I know you’re not ready to make love yet, Jessy. When you are, we are going to burn each other up. That I do know. Don’t compare yourself to anyone else. I like you for who you are. Beautiful, brave and strong,” he whispered as his hand stayed under her bra, caressing her breast.

Her body shivered and she wanted to yell out that she was ready to see his bedroom, but she didn’t. He was right. They needed to learn more about each other. She had to get to know Lincoln the man who would be her lover, not just her dream crush. It was not going to be easy, though. She just wished they did not have Jagger to worry about. She could not lose focus on keeping her and her sister safe, and now Lincoln, too.

* * * *

“Yes. I won again.” Jessy waved her hands in the air while shaking her hips back and forth. The loudness of the other bowlers did nothing to dampen her cheers. The loud noise of the pins being knocked down made her feel more energetic.

“You lied,” Lincoln accused her grouchily. He looked so adorable. She wanted to kiss the surly look off of his face.

Jessy went to sit next to him on the long plastic bench in front of their lane. She linked their hands together, feeling more comfortable touching him every day. He called her often and talked about everything. It built a friendship that made her feel connected to him. They had a few dates that ended with steamy kisses, but not much else. When he suggested they go bowling, she had been hesitant. She had never even been in a bowling alley before. “Did not.”

“You said you never played before.” He frowned.

“I haven’t, but this was fun.” She smiled at him, patting his shoulder with sympathy. He was a sore loser but a cute one. She kissed his cheek feeling the stubble growing on his skin. He smelled so good, too. She felt so aroused, but she didn’t know how to just say let’s have sex without sounding too fo

rward.

“I was supposed to win.” He pouted with a sad shake of his head. “If my friends find out about this they’ll kick me off the league.”

“You’re on a team?” There was so much she didn’t know about him. They had been dating for two weeks, she really liked getting a new view of him. He was still grumpy at times. She had not expected that. She still wasn’t sure if this would last, but for now she was having fun. She wanted to enjoy this time and not analyze it to death.

He sighed loudly as if accepting he lost the game; he kicked off his bowling shoes. He reached for his street shoes. “Losing sucks. I blame you. How am I supposed to focus on the game when you’re jumping up and down every time you hit even one pin? Now I’m hungry. Winner treats, that’s the rule.”

Jessy laughed and changed her bowling shoes for her regular tennis shoes. “Okay. Want a chili dog?”

“No, a steak.” He grumbled. “I’m a big boy, Jessy.”

Jessy looked at the giant clock on the wood-paneled wall of the bowling alley. “It’s midnight, Lincoln. No restaurants are open. If we were in New York there are a million places open all night.”

“And crime and robberies to go with it,” he guessed.

She stood up and held out her hand to help him up. “Come on. I’ll throw in some fries.”

He stood up, ignoring her hand. Instead he reached out for a tight hug. He bit her neck softly, making her shiver. “I guess. No one is to know about this. I wasn’t on my A-game.”

Jessy hid her smile and let him lead her to the small grill located inside the bowling alley where they served greasy junk food and beer. They sat at the counter with other customers and ordered two chili dogs and a beer. Jessy felt like her life was going in the right direction for the first time in a long time. The New York police had informed Abel that they had thrown Jagger in jail for fighting just yesterday. He was released on bail, but it proved he was still in the city and not here in Missouri. She knew he would not give up, but for now she wanted to enjoy her time with Lincoln. They ate silently, listening to the country music playing over the loud speakers. Jessy was aware of their thighs touching and her stomach was filled with butterflies. She was ready to make love with him.

“I want to go home with you, Lincoln,” she blurted out quickly before she lost her nerve. “Lily is at my house or I’d suggest—”

Lincoln drank the rest of his beer in one gulp and pulled her off the bar stool before she even stopped speaking.

“What are we waiting for?” He grinned. “This is one sport I will win.”

“So it’s a competition?” She laughed, practically running to keep up with him.

He smiled widely, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. “Yes, to see who comes last.”