Yours Book 3: Life Mastered (4 page)

chapter Six

Jump

It is not too late to back out of this, right?
Why in the world did I say I wanted to do this? I look up at Nick, and he looks down at me. We are taking pictures on the smaller cliff before the big jump.

I am in a white beaded bikini Ettie design for the seamstress to whip up for me. It has the same beading and sheer lace as my gown. I think the seamstress actually used fabric from my actual gown to make it.

Nick is wearing a pair of white swim trunks that are hanging mouthwateringly low on his waist. He is a helpful distraction at the moment. He bends his head and pecks me on the lips.

“We don’t have to do this, you know how I feel about it,” Nick says softly as the camera captures this candid moment between us.

“Yes, I know how you feel, but I want to. I’ll get over it,” I smile back at my husband. “I want to face my fears with you.”

Nick rolls his eyes and presses his lips. His hands slip from around my waist and down to cup my ass. He squeezes me until I lift on my toes and into his chest. His cock twitches against my belly.

“We could just disappear for a few hours, and I could be the one that goes diving,” Nick whispers in my ear. “Trust me, you won’t be focused on any fears of any kind.”

I gasp and step away. Nick reaches for my arm quickly and tugs me back to him. I blush when it dawns on me he just saved me from falling over the cliff.

“I thought you wanted to do this together,” Nick teases, but I can see the worry in his eyes.

“Let’s do this before I give you grey hair,” I tease back.

Nick growls at me but pulls me into a kiss. It isn’t quick like I expect it to be. It is a sensual kiss full of love. Nick lifts me on to his waist and nips at my bottom lip.

“We may dive in together, but remember I will always carry the load,” with those words Nick backs up a few steps, then starts off at a run and takes us over the cliff.

It happens so fast I almost don’t register what he is about to do. I lock my legs and arms around him tight and squeal. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my emotions are all over the place. I am excited, stunned, nervous, and thrilled all at once. When it dawns on me that this crazy man has jumped from the cliff with me in his arms, and we are now free falling, I think I fall in love with him all over again.

We hit the water too soon. I want to feel like I am flying with him forever, but the cool water wraps around us as Nick wraps himself protectively around me. It is an exhilarating feeling, and I instantly want to do it again.

When we surface, Nick still has a tight hold on me. I tighten my arms around his neck and kiss him. That was so perfect, better than I expected.

“You’re crazy, you know that,” I giggle.

“About you,” Nick replies. “And no, we are not doing that again.”

I pout and look into his eyes. “But I didn’t even –.”

“You didn’t have to, I know you,” Nick laughs with a broad grin on his face.

“Whatever, Mr. Lincoln, let’s get to our reception. The sooner we get through it, the sooner I can have you all to myself,” I purr and place a kiss to his jaw.

“Whatever you want, Mrs. Lincoln,” Nick croons back.

chapter Seven

Mr. & Mrs.

“I think we should get some sleep,” Nick groans as he tries to catch his breath. “I want to have breakfast with my wife in the morning. One day in bed is enough,” Nick’s voice rumbles in my ear as I try to remember my own name.

In truth, I am exhausted, and I want to go back to sleep. Nick has worn me out, and I enjoyed every minute of it. From the foot massage to the bath we took together. There wasn’t a moment that I didn’t enjoy, especially when pretty much every activity was met with an earth shattering orgasm.

My body aches in all the right places, but right now. I just want to sleep. My limbs feel heavy, and my body feels so weighted. I feel like I haven’t slept in years.

Nick wraps his arm around me, pulling me back into his chest. “I know you are not sleeping, yet,” he murmurs against the back of my neck and nuzzles his nose into me when I don’t reply. “What’s wrong, Baby? Are you okay?”

Hearing the concern in his voice, I sigh and turn to face him. He has been asking me all night if I am okay. I know he is concerned with my health after I fainted, but I have been more than up for all the honeymoon sex I can get. I don’t want him freaking out and trying to cut our honeymoon short. There is still so much I want to explore here in Jamaica with him.

His green eyes meet mine with concern. I reach to cup his handsome face and brush my finger over the wrinkle in his brow. I lift to place a kiss right where I have brushed the worry line away.

“I am fine; I’ll be good as new after a nap. We can order breakfast in a few hours, and maybe pick up from where we left off,” I say to squish his worry.

“Oh no, we are getting out of the bed today. I can’t get enough of you, and if we stay in bed, I know I’ll end up inside of you for the rest of the day. I won’t be selfish,” Nick smirks. “After all, I did keep you up all night.”

“It’s true, you have no respect for a girl’s beauty sleep, Mr. Lincoln,” I say in a teasing purr.

“You could not sleep for the next hundred years, and you would still be the most beautiful woman in the world to me,” Nick replies, pulling my fingers to his lips for a kiss and then kissing my nose.

“Keep saying things like that and I will never get any sleep,” I giggle.

Nick pulls me against his chest and kisses the top of my head. He wraps his arms around me and I doze off to the sound of his heartbeat. I can get used to living my life just like this.

My stomach grumbles as the smell of bacon, and French toast fills my nostrils. I turn onto my back and pout at the body missing from the bed. My tummy rumbles again, and I decide that it is time to get up and feed it.

I stand up naked from the bed and stretch. I yelp in surprise when I see Nick sitting at a table by the doors that lead out to the balcony in the bedroom. Nick starts to laugh at me, and I look around for something to toss at him but come up empty. Instead, I poke my tongue out at him.

“Get your cute ass in the bathroom and freshen up. Then come and join me for breakfast,” Nick chuckles.

I turn and look over my shoulder at my own ass. I wiggle it, then look back up at Nick. With a sassy grin, I lift a brow at him. “It is cute, isn’t it,” I ask then bite down on my lip.

Nick growls and moves as if he is going to lunge at me. I squeal and dart into the bathroom closing the door behind me. I smile my way through handling my business and freshening up. When I am finished, I reach for the silk robe on the back of the door and slip it on.

It feels so good against my sensitive skin. I swear I am still hyper aware of Nick’s touch from last night. I sigh contently and pad out to my awaiting husband. He looks so sexy sitting at the table as a light breeze blows through his sleep and sex messed hair.

His chest is bare, and his silk navy sleep pants are hugging low on his waist as he sits back in his chair. That tanned v has my mouth watering as if I haven’t had him over a dozen times in the last twenty-four hours.

I try to shake away the lust and move toward the chair on the opposite side of the table. Nick shakes his head at me and crooks his finger for me to come to him. I bite my lip but move in his direction. When I am in reach, he tugs me down into his lap.

“I want you as close as I can get you,” Nick says as he settles me in his lap.

“You’re not going to lock me away now that I am your wife, are you,” I tease.

“I’ve thought about it,” Nick inhales intensely feigning deep thought. “Maybe I’ll just tie you to my bed four days a week.”

“Mmm, that sounds good, I think I might like that,” I purr.

Nick slaps my ass, and I yelp. “What did you do with my little butterfly? My sweet Sephora is gone,” Nick smirks.

I bat my lashes up at him. “Is that a bad thing? Do you miss her,” I drawl.

“No, it is not a bad thing,” Nick bites his lip. “Well, maybe it’s not a bad thing. Naughty Sephora keeps me thinking dirty things. That can be a little distracting at times. Do I miss my sweet girl, um,” Nick taps his chin as if thinking on it. I roll my eyes and pinch his nipple. He groans and pulls my face to his for a scorching kiss.

“Your mouth tastes so good,” I moan against his lips.

“I bet you taste better,” he replies with a heated look in his eyes.

I force myself to turn away and reach for the plate that is sitting in front of us. I snag a slice of bacon and moan in pleasure when the crisp turkey bacon touches my tongue.

Nick starts to rub my back as he just sits silently watching me devour the food before me. I am ravenous, I scoff down the bacon and tear through the French toast. All while Nick just watches me and rubs my back. I am in my happy place as my tummy fills.

I go to take a sip of the orange juice, but it is disgusting on my tongue. I usually love orange juice, but this taste like acid or something. “Eww,” I spatter and put the glass down.

“What’s wrong,” Nick asks in concern, his hand stilling on my back.

“That tastes gross. Is it spoiled or something,” I choke out taking the napkin to wipe my tongue before I reach for the glass of water.

Nick reaches for the orange juice and sniffs it. “It was fine when I drank it,” He lifts it to his lips and takes a sip. I turn to look at him, and he downs the whole glass. “It tastes fine.”

“Maybe it’s all the syrup,” I say swiping my tongue over my teeth and around my mouth. I wait a few seconds for the nausea to pass. “Yuck, that was so gross.”

Nick gives me a funny look, but he keeps his mouth closed. I shrug and finish the water. When I’m done, I set the glass down and turn to Nick, leaning against his chest.

“So what are we doing today,” I inquire.

That heated stare enters his eyes once again, and I feel my core heat. This man has the power to shred me into pieces with just one look. I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

Nick leans in and licks the side of my mouth. “First, I have to taste my wife to see if she tastes as good as I remember, it is a new day after all. I pride myself on being thorough,” Nick gives me that sexy smirk of his. “Then I want to go sailing with my wife, maybe do a little diving or jet skiing.”

“I like the sound of all of the above,” I sigh. “Your wife is such a lucky woman.”

“Nope, I am the lucky one,” Nick shakes his head and gives me this adorable look.

In that one expression, I can see how my son will have me wrapped around his little finger.
Oh God, please let me have little girls.
One Lincoln man is enough for my heart to contend with.

I get lost for a moment in thoughts of our little family. A little boy with Nick’s face and green eyes. Little girls with his golden brown hair. On second thought, maybe I do want boys. I have just learned to tame my own hair. My poor daughters will be in trouble if they have to rely on mommy’s hairdressing skills.

I am pulled from my thoughts when Nick presses his lips to my ear and squeezes my breast. It is tender, and his gentle kneading feels just right, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Which surprises me and pulls a moan from my lips.

“Where’d you go, Beautiful,” Nick rasps in my ear.

“I was thinking about what a bunch of little Nicholas Lincolns will look like,” I smile to myself and squirm in his lap.

Nick pinches my nipple between his fingers and growls. In one swoop, everything flies from the table to the floor. I gasp as Nick lifts me and places me on my back on the table top in front of him.

He tugs the tie of my robe free, running his hands down my front, taking a brief moment to weigh my breasts in his hands. I moan and arch my back to fill his hands. Nick groans and quickly moves on heading to the destination he had intended on in the first place.

He sits on the edge of the seat, cupping the tops of my thighs and brings his mouth down onto me. I nearly buck off the table as his tongue takes a slow drag through my folds. I clinch the table cloth between my fingertips and dig my heels into his shoulders, causing him to moan.

“Babe,” I cry out. “Nick, oh, oh God, Babe.”

“Mmm,” Nick groans into my core. My eyes cross as my body feels like it is being overloaded. I rock my hips into his mouth and reach for my right breast with my left hand squeezing at my own flesh.

I look down to find Nick watching me. His eyes are so dark with lust. His long lashes are keeping the full depth of his orbs shadowed from me, but I can still see the desire that is emitting from them. It turns me on even more, and I feel my pussy gush into his mouth.

Nick seals his mouth to me sucking, as he moves his thumb to my nub and starts to circle it. Everything seems to be intensified this morning. My cries become incoherent to my own ears. I feel like my heart is going to burst from my chest.

“Come, Baby, stop holding back from me,” he grunts.

My mouth falls open in a silent scream, and I crash into a steel wall of ecstasy that shatters me into a million pieces. I am convulsing so hard Nick’s grip on me tightens to keep me from falling off the table. I am so lost in sensation I don’t feel or notice when Nick shifts and lifts to his feet.

I bite my lip as he slides into me slowly. My body has yet to stop shaking at this point. My hands grip the table cloth once again. I am free falling into a round of multiples as his thick shaft parts my tender flesh for his entry.

“Yes, Sephora,” Nick groans. “God, Baby, why do you feel so good? Shit, I can’t stay away.”

Nick starts to pound into me so hard the table starts to shake. Sweat is pouring from Nick’s face and chest as he really gets into it. His lips are parted, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He is working his hips, rocking and rolling into me, hitting all the right spots. The stubble from his shaved pelvis is rubbing my clit with is thrust driving me crazy.

“Nick, please… ahhh, I can’t,” I whimper.

“Please, what, Baby? Tell me what you want. I want to hear it,” Nick rasps.

“Need…I’m going to…right there. Yes, please I’m so close. Come with me,” I call out breathlessly. I know I haven’t released a single coherent sentence.

“Fuck Sephora,” Nick bellows as he spills into me.

He collapses over me, with his forearm supporting his weight on the table. I cradle him in between my shaky thighs. His head falls to rest between my breasts.

“I’m glad you are thinking in bunches, Baby. I hated being an only child,” Nick murmurs after he catches his breath. 

I burst into laughter. I run my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair and fall back into my daydream of our little family. I wonder how long it will take for me to get pregnant.