“Just family? Here or in Atlanta?”
There was no thinking twice about my answer. “Here.”
He smiled and kissed my nose. “Now, come on. Let’s get creative about this sex thing. You can be on top, but I want to be inside you right now.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
BROCK
My heartbeat was racing as I guided Lincoln to my room.
We’re having a baby. Holy shit. This is happening so fast—and I love it!
It was amazing how things had changed for me the last few weeks. How admitting my love for Lincoln and telling her what had happened with Kaci had set me free. A weight felt like it had been lifted from my soul.
“Brock, I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“You just told me you’re having my baby. Plus, you said you would marry me. I want celebratory sex!”
She giggled as she walked up to me and pulled my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor. Then she pulled my sweatpants down, careful to avoid my stitches. She kissed gently around the stitches, leaving me breathless and weak in the knees. I stepped out of my pants and kicked them to the side.
“Commando, huh?” she whispered.
“You should probably know that happens a lot when I’m home.”
“Duly noted,” she replied in a sexy voice.
Then she stood, and I was silently thanking God that she hadn’t wrapped those pretty lips around me, or I would have lost it.
She quickly stripped, then took in my bandaged-up side. She looked sad, but she quickly let it slip away before looking up into my eyes. “I love you,” she whispered.
Those three words, in that moment, seemed to shatter away the remaining brokenness I’d felt. My body felt light. I was happy for the first time in years. I was hopeful for my future . . . and I knew exactly what I had to do.
I walked back and carefully lay down on the bed. Lincoln followed, trying not to touch anywhere I was injured.
“Lincoln,” I whispered as she moved onto the bed next to me.
Her fingers trailed lightly over my chest as I lay there, trying not to breathe too hard and forcing myself not to roll her over and bury myself inside of her.
Then she stilled, as if reading my own thoughts. “I’m so afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
“Don’t be. Please, I want you.”
She smiled and slowly moved. Careful not to touch my chest or my stitched-up thigh. “Brock. I—”
“Please, sweetheart. Please.”
Her eyes filled with tears as she positioned herself over me. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, and I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
Her eyes burned with passion as she slowly lowered herself onto me. Our gazes were locked on each other, and I held my breath as I felt myself enter her body for the first time with nothing separating us.
“You’re so beautiful, Lincoln. And you’re mine.”
She nodded. “Forever.”
When she began, I grabbed on to the sheets, trying to slow this train down, because I needed her to come before I did, and in this position, that was proving more difficult with each of her hip rotations. I had been dreaming about making love to her again and being inside her; knowing she was pregnant with my child, knowing we had a future together, it was more than I could take.
My hand slipped between our bodies, finding her sensitive clit and rubbing it slightly. Every movement fucking killed my side, but I ignored the pain.
Lincoln dropped her head back, placed her hands on her breasts, and cried out my name as she came.
She squeezed around my cock, and I lost all control. Not even caring almost every inch of my body was in pain. All I cared about was this woman.
I placed my hands on her waist and pumped into her fast and hard. The way she reacted to our lovemaking had me falling in love with her even more, if that was at all possible.
“Brock. Brock, yes!” she cried out.
The pain in my side was almost too much to bear, but I ignored it still, along with the pain in my leg. The pure bliss of being inside her, raw and passionate, outweighed the pain. “Lincoln, I’m coming.”
I orgasmed so hard, I swore I saw stars exploding in the room.
When we finally stilled, she climbed off me and made her way to the bathroom. I heard the water running, and then she reappeared. She used a warm washcloth to wipe me off. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me after making love. The way this woman cared about me blew my damn mind.
Then, she carefully inspected every inch of me. “Are you okay?” she asked.
I nodded, my eyes still closed as I reveled in the bliss of our lovemaking. “I could use a pain pill now, though.”