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“Pl
ease what my lovely?” I asked.  My breathing was heavy now, my voice soft and husky.  I needed her to say it.

“Touch me,” she moaned looking up at me through her lashes.

“Where?” I asked lowering my lips so that they brushed against her ear and she shuddered.  I nuzzled the side of her neck and gently kissed the soft skin under her ear before I pulled back so I could look down at her.

She released me with one arm. 
Tangled her fingers with my free hand and guided it to her lips, gently kissing it.

What was she doing? 
I didn’t want her to stop but didn’t want to get my hopes up either.  She lowered our joined hands between us until my fingertips were brushing the hem of her dress and I was touching her thigh, her soft, creamy thigh.

God.  Please.  I needed to touch her. 
I wanted to stroke her, feel her come apart in my arms.  I had barely touched her and I was about to lose it in my pants.

Her hand moved away from mine as my fingers slid across the delicate skin under the hem of her short dress.

“Lincoln,” she whispered as her hands ran up my chest to grip my arms.  Her nails dug into his biceps as she clung to me.

“Tell me what you want,
” I growled.  I was half-demanding, half-begging.  I needed to hear it from her lips.

“Touch me,” she demanded. 
I inched my finger high up her thigh.  Teasing her.  Testing her.

“I am touching you,” I teased as I leaned in to let my lips brush against the side of her neck testing to see
where we were going with this.  What was she going to let me do?  What did she want?

“Higher,” she order
ed. I let my fingers graze up her silky thigh while I placed soft kisses on her neck and shoulder.  Her head dropped back again.  I held her tight against me as her legs parted slightly to allow me more space.  I ran my fingers up the inside of her thigh, slowly, torturing us both.  I brushed my finger along the bottom of her panty line teasing her.

“Do you wan
t me touch you here?” I asked.  Please say yes.  I wanted it to be under there.  I wanted to be in there.

“Yes,” she moaned
as she opened her legs for me.  I slid my finger underneath and was greeted by her wet heat.  Sweet Jesus.

I gro
aned as I began to stroke her.  Seconds later I was inside her.  My fingers driving her wild.  One of her legs came up and wrapped around my hip allowing me better access.  I kept moving my fingers in her.  Driving her toward the edge.  I knew she was close.  My lips crashed down on hers.  I needed to taste her so I did. She screamed out my name against my lips as she came apart in my arms.

Seconds after her orgasm she
tugged my shirt over my head and I was yanking her dress away, tearing at her panties, taking off her bra.  I had to be inside her.  Now.  I needed her.  I undid my pants and they fell down but didn’t completely make it off.  I pick up her tiny body.  Her legs locked around my waist as she rubbed against me kissing my shoulder, my neck, up to my jaw while I carried her to the kitchen table and dropped her on the edge.  This would do.

She opened her legs wider and I slid
in where I belong, no doubts, no hesitation.  This was where I belonged.  This was mine.  She was mine.

God, I’d
missed this.  I’d missed her.

Her heels du
g into my back as I pumped into her watching her boobs bounce as she laid back on the table.  I gripped her hips to keep her in place while I thrust.

“Harder,” she moaned
. I gladly obey.  I started out with the intention of being gentle with her but lost that somewhere along the way.  I’d give her anything she wanted.  Right now she wanted harder, so harder was what she’d got.  Not that it was any hardship on my part.

Raw need consumed me.  I was
lost in the feel of her.  Her legs tighten around me and I felt her shutter as she cried out.  I keep pumping, making her come two more times, screaming my name before I finally found my own release.

Our bodies were
still locked together, sweat was beading on both of our skin, and she laughed. I was confused.  How was this funny?  She reached up and grabbed the side of my face and brought my lips to hers.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered against my lips and I did. 
I toed off my shoes and kicked off my jeans.  Last thing I wanted to do was pull out of her so I could right my pants.  Neither was I willing to risk tripping over them and hurting her or the baby.  So off they came, boxers and all, in the middle of her dining room.  Her legs were still locked around my hips.  I was still inside her.  My lips were still tangled with her as I carried her to her room making sure I shut the door behind us.  I was going to make love to her all day and all night long.

Chapter 21

Lincoln

Pru was still asleep on my chest.  She was sleeping just like she used to.  She was literally on me.  I was on my back.  She was on her stomach.  Her legs were between mine.  Our centers were pressed together.  I would have expected this position to be uncomfortable because of the baby, but it wasn’t.  I’m sure it would be soon.

I was
running my fingers through her hair watching her sleep.  I wasn’t sure what to make of everything that happened.  I came over, got rid of the spider, and the next thing I knew I was touching her.  She was begging me to touch her.  Then I was fucking her brains out on the dining room table. I took her to bed made love to her several more times, sometimes rough and wild, other times slow and sweet.

The sex was like it always was with her, amazing, mind blowing, earth
shattering but what did it mean?

I kne
w what it meant to me.  Pru was mine.  She always has been and always will be mine, forever.  I needed her.  I couldn’t live without her.  She was the best part of my day.  I would never take her for granted again.  She made me laugh.  She made me happy.  She was having my baby.  She was my future, my family, my world.  I had tried to let her go, for her, but it hadn’t made either of us happy.  We needed each other like I needed my next breath.  It was clear for me that she was all I would ever need.  Nothing and no one could make me as happy as she did.  I just needed to make her see it too.

But what about her?
  What does this really mean to her?  Did this mean we were good and she wanted to be together again or did she really just need to get laid and I was convenient?  I didn’t like that idea.  What if I wasn’t here and someone else would have been?  Would they be sharing her bed now instead of me?  I pushed that thought aside. Pru was not like that.

I held my tongue last night and didn’t tell her I loved he
r once, although I wanted too.  She didn’t tell me either.  I didn’t say it because I didn’t want to scare her.  I didn’t think she could handle it yet.  I don’t know if she’s ready.  I was trying my damnedest not to push her but it was so damn hard.  I wanted her, all of her, body, mind, soul, and heart.  I was not a patient man.

I love
d her and I knew that she loved me.  I just needed her to realize it.  I needed her to see it.  I needed her to trust me, forgive me.

She may not trust me with her heart yet but last night she trusted me with her body.

I felt her long lashes flutter against my chest.  I had been running my fingers through her hair.  She was waking up.  We needed to talk but I didn’t think I could handle whatever she was going to say.  My gut said it was not what I wanted to hear.

I wait
ed until she decided to admit she was awake.  It took a few minutes until she finally shifted so she to look up at me.  “Good morning my lovely,” I said.  My voice was rough from sleep and desire already.  I could feel myself start to harden under her but tried to ignore it, think about anything but her tiny naked body over mine or her breast pressed against my chest or how plump her soft lips look in the morning.  Not working.

Dead fish, mice, my mother, pineapples, ink.

“Morning,” she said back with a shy smile.  She adverted her eyes for a second but then turned them back to me.  She opened her mouth to talk but nothing came out.  I don’t really think she knew what to say so I put my finger over her lips to hush her.  This situation had the potential to be very bad and very awkward.

“Don’t,” I
pleaded softly.  She closed her mouth.  “Why don’t you go take a shower and we can go make breakfast.  We are good at breakfast.  Remember?  I’m sure you need to eat, both of you,” I added.  We burned a lot of calories last night.  That couldn’t be good for her or the baby.  I should have made her eat last night but that was the last thing on my mind.

Pru just nodded.  I hopefully could
use breakfast as another way to prove myself to her.  I had to find a way for her to let me back in, completely.

Prudence

By the time I showered and made it downstairs Lincoln was already down there.  He was shirtless and his boxers were sticking out above the waistband of his jeans that slung loosely over his hips.  I hadn’t even thought about the fact that we left his clothes, and mine, all over the living and dining room last night.  He got them somehow.

He wa
s barefoot as he mixed eggs in a mug and started bacon in a pan.  He was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous with his tattoos and piercings.  I loved him.  I loved absolutely everything about this man.  Not only was he physically beautiful with his messy black hair and silver eyes, he was kind and caring and thoughtful.  He bought me maternity clothes and chunky jewelry.  He changed a tire for me and took care of gigantic spider.  He didn’t even pressure me to make a decision this morning: just sex or more then sex.  He just let it go, waiting for me to be ready.

I love
d him.

He loved
me.

I want
ed to be with him, wholly.  Have this baby with him at my side, get married, live together, maybe have more babies.  I wanted the whole package.  Have I pushed him too far?  Was I too late?  Was this what he wanted too?

I was
glad he stopped me from talking because I’m sure I would have said something I regretted.  The time I had alone in the shower was good for me.  I was able to focus my thoughts.  I loved him.  I trusted him.  I needed him.

I need
ed to stop punishing both of us because we made mistakes.  We both did.  He ran away from me.  I let him.  He ignored me.  I could have pushed harder.  Neither of us were guilt free.

“Hey Pru,” I hear
d.  I’d been leaning in the doorway, enjoying the smell of fresh coffee while lost in my thoughts.  I didn’t even realize someone else was here beside Lincoln and me.  I had been so wrapped up in him. I hadn’t even dawned on me that someone was talking.

Skyla was
sitting at the kitchen table.  The table Lincoln and I christened last night.  I tried not to blush too much and give away the fact that Lincoln and I had sex on that very surface.  It seriously needed washed before anyone ate off of it.

Skyla looks overjoyed. 
Maggie was also there but she just grunted at me.  Her sunglasses were on.  Rough night apparently.

“Hey,” I
said unsure of how to proceed.  I headed towards Lincoln and took over the mixing of the eggs that he just dumped into the pan.  He kissed the top of my head and handed me a cup of coffee already set up like I liked it.  I allowed myself one cup a day.

F
or the first time in months I didn’t actually feel like I needed this cup of coffee to function.  I slept better last night then I had in months.  Since the last time I slept with Lincoln.

“You look beautiful,” he mumbled against my hair before stepp
ing away.  I didn’t hold back my sigh.  He always knew just what to say.

I turn
ed my full attention to the eggs, while Skyla and Lincoln talked about their many siblings.  Last night between our many rounds of remarkable sex we talked.  He told me that he confronted his mother about his father and learned his mother made his father stay away.  The end result was that his father came and talked to him. Lincoln learned he wasn’t as absent as he thought.  He actually had dinner with his father and siblings.  He was angry and upset with his mother but was working on it.  He hadn’t talked to her since she told him about his father.

I told him about the co
nfrontation with my parents. He tried to assure me they would come around eventually.  I didn’t know if I really agreed with him.  They had never been there for me before.  They never supported anything I did unless it was what they wanted.  Why would they start now?

We talked about the tattoo shows he attended and my upcoming job and what
that would mean with the baby.  What we didn’t discuss was us.  At no point during the night did either of us bring up what any of it meant or how we felt.  I think we were both too afraid that it would ruin the night but we were going to have to talk about it no matter how much both of us wanted to put it off.

I was su
ddenly overcome with emotions.  Damn pregnancy hormones.  I couldn’t do this.  I couldn’t handle it.  What it was I wasn’t quite sure.  The baby?  Motherhood?  Lincoln?  A relationship?  Not a relationship?  Loving him but trying not to love him?  Protecting myself and my heart from him?  I don’t really know.

My sobs were
silent but the tears start to pour down my cheeks as my body quivered.  What was I doing?  Why was I trying to keep my distance?  Clearly not real well since Lincoln and I had a sex-a-thon last night and I’m ready for another.  I was a fool to think that I could just be his friend.  That I didn’t need him in my life.  That I didn’t need him to love me to hold me.  Last night proved that even more.

He was being so patient with me.  One minute I was
keeping him at arm’s length and the next I was ripping off his clothes.  I was so hot and cold.  I felt like a crazy person.  Why was he putting up with me?  What was wrong with me?

How was
I going to do this?  I couldn’t even manage to have a healthy relationship with the man I loved.  How was I going to be a mother?  I couldn’t even kill a spider.

I could
n’t do this.  I hated boogers too.  They are disgusting.  What were we going to do when our baby got a runny nose?  Call Maggie?

Warm arms ca
me around me.  One reached in front of me and turned off the stove.  The other removed the spatula from my now shaking hand.  “Pru?” he whispered softly next to my ear as his arms wrapped around me.  I leaned back into him.  I couldn’t help it.  I didn’t even know why I tried.  I wanted him.  I wanted him to hold me, to love me, to make everything better.

“
Shh…” he cooed against the top of my head as he gently kissed it.  He rocked me in his arms while I melted down and I was completely melting down.

“What are you doing?” I asked between my gasps for air.

He turned me into him.  Skyla and Maggie left sometime during my break down over the eggs.  “I just turned off the stove so we don’t burn breakfast,” he explained gently.

“What’s wrong?” he asked
as he pulled me tight against him.  I was really sobbing now.

“What are you doing?  Why are you here?  Why are you buying me things?  Taking care of me? 
Why are you putting up with me?  Look at me, I’m an emotional mess.”  I motioned to the disaster that was my face.  It was red.  My eyes were puffy.  I had tear streaks down my cheeks and my nose was starting to run.

“Because I love you,” Lincol
n said without any hesitation.  “I’m here because I want to be.  I come when you call because I sit by the phone waiting for your call.  I will take care of you as long as you will let me.  I will do anything for you.  Emotional or not, I love you.  I love everything about you and I’m willing to be with you anyway that you will let me.”  I stopped sobbing during his speech and looked up at him.  He was serious, dead serious.  He brought his thumb up to wiped a tear off my check.

“How are we going to do this? 
Have a baby?”

“We’
ll do what all new parents do.  Figure it out as we go.  I’ll kill the spiders.  You can take care of the mice.  Remember?”  His voice was soft and gentle.  He brushed my damp hair away from my face.

“Yeah,” I said as I chuckled.  “I love you,” I blurted out. 
I hadn’t meant to say it but I was glad I did.  I was sick of trying to hide it and pretend like I didn’t.  I was sure I was fooling no one.  I loved him.  I truly did.  I wanted him to know.  I wanted him to love me back, to be with me.

“I know.  I love you.” 
He bent down and brushed his lips against mine for the sweetest, softest kiss.  My hands were on his chest, covering his nipple rings as he held me against him.

“Marry
me,” he said against my lips.  I wasn’t expecting that.  But I wanted to.  I wanted to marry him.

I didn’t even hesitate. 
I nodded and I felt his lips twisting into a smirk against mine before they crashed down on mine.  I slid my hands up and dug my nails into his shoulders, as I got lost in the sensation his lips caused as they assault mine.

“Move in with me,” he begged between broken breaths. 
“We can be a real family,” he said against my lips.

“Yeah,” I said
as I basically climbed up his chest to be closer to him.  He helped me by gripping my ass and holding me up.  Our centers were perfectly aligned now and I whimpered when he pressed against me through our clothes.  We may not be a perfect match but we fit together perfectly.  “But I’m not living with Jonas, Guy, and Prat,” I added for clarification as he started pressing small kisses to my freckles.

“Never,” he said against my lips before setting me on the counter and devouri
ng my mouth.  “I’ll kick them out today.”  I couldn’t help but laugh at how dead serious he was about condemning his friends to the streets.