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“Honey, please. Let’s talk about this,” I say, but it’s too late, she’s getting into the car with Lars and Randy and takes off.
“She’ll get over it. You’ll see. Give her a few days,” Lily says.
“Fuck!” I run my palm down my face. “I messed that up.”
“Well, it probably wasn’t the best way to handle it. But at least it’s out.”
“Well, not really. How about your parents?”
“One drama at a time, Linc. One at a time.”
I take her hand, and we walk inside. Fuck it. I’m going to make love to my woman in my house and I’m not going to feel bad about it.
But I lock my bedroom door just in case Charlotte decides to come back tonight.
18
LILY
I’m riding Linc, his fingers pinching my nipples, making my pussy contract. He lifts me up and flips me onto my back, slows down our pace.
“I wasn’t kidding you, know,” he says between slow and long thrusts.
We’ve never done it this way. Normally we can’t get enough of each other, but right now, this is perfect. I feel such a strong and intense connection with him that I know won’t be going away anytime soon.
“You make me feel good about myself—young, worthy.” He wipes some hair from my face and strokes my cheek as he pushes into me. “You make me happy. I haven’t felt happy in a long time, Lily. I forgot what it felt like.”
“Linc,” I say, a knot forming in my throat. “It’s not going to be easy. Not just because of Charlotte but because—”
“Because I’m older than you. Yeah, I know. But I don’t care anymore. Life’s too short to be worrying about what other people think. I already did what was expected of me with Mia, and look how that turned out. Everyone will just have to accept it.”
“Okay,” I say, feeling the orgasm begin to overtake my body. But he doesn’t stop moving or talking.
“I’ll make you happy, Lily. We’re going to fight often because you’re a sassy little brat sometimes and I’m a possessive dickhead. But it’s just because you’re mine and I don’t want to lose you.”
I close my eyes and clench my thighs around his torso. My release is just as slow and powerful as the way he’s making love to me. “You can’t call me a little brat when you’re inside of me, old man.”
“Shut up, little girl. Or I’ll have to shut you up myself.” And he does shut me up, with a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless.
19
EPILOGUE — LILY
One year later
“I can’t believe you’re walking down the aisle with that asshole,” Linc says.
“I know. But Lars is Randy’s best friend and I didn’t have a say in the matter.”
Linc takes my wrist and pulls me to him. “If he touches you, I’ll kill him.”
“Calm down, old man.” I’m staring at myself in the mirror, doing my hair in big fat curls like Charlie requested. “Hurry up, we have to be at the church in an hour.”
“Fuck, you look good.”
I look at him through the mirror, and his eyes are heated. I know that look. I love that look. Immediately I’m wet and needy. He takes one step and then another. “Linc. No. We have to go.”
But my skirt is already over my ass and my panties are already down my thighs. “Just one lick.”
I shake my head knowing that I won’t want him to stop once he starts. He gets on his knees behind me. I love when he does that. Such a powerful and in-control man, on his knees—for me. It’s such a turn on. He begins to lick my ass and pussy, his beard rubbing against me. And once I’m almost there, almost about to explode, I hear his zipper open and then his cock is inside of me. It takes two thrusts for me to come and two more after that for him. It’s fast, it’s dirty, it’s delicious. It’s us.
I feel like Jell-O as I clean up. He leaves me so sated that I just want to curl up in bed and go to sleep. But today is Charlie’s wedding and we can’t miss it. He’s been acting weird the last week, and I know it’s because his Charlotte is getting married. I haven’t been myself lately either. I can’t believe my best friend is getting married. I’m proud of her for waiting at least a year and not rushing into anything. We’re not as close as we used to be, mostly because we’ve been busy doing our own thing, and truth be told, it does get a little weird when she’s around. She’s accepted us, and, hell, I’m her maid of honor, but it doesn’t mean she wants to see me kiss her dad or think about us having sex.
The doorbell rings as I’m putting the finishing touches on my makeup. “I’ll get it,” Linc yells from downstairs, and I hear my mom and dad greet him.
Telling them was surprisingly easy. Linc said he wanted to speak to my dad first. He flew down to Florida, and they had that talk in person. The next day my mother called and asked if he made me happy. As soon as I told her yes, the conversation changed to excitement.
They came up for Thanksgiving, and we all spent it together.
Life has been great with Linc by my side, and I can’t believe I’m now in love with my best-friend's dad.