Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
I still had trouble with the thought of Lincoln’s hand or even my own touching my dick when I was aroused, so sex was limited to lots of grinding and humping and a shit-ton of kissing. Oral sex wasn’t even on the table for me yet, and as much as I wanted to fuck Lincoln, I was too scared that something would happen in the middle of the act and I’d flip out. Regardless, things were going so well that it felt too well sometimes. I was waiting for that next slide to appear even as I did everything in my power to keep it from happening.
The morning after our first sexual encounter, Lincoln had given me some names of potential therapists. He’d been nervous that I’d be upset with him for taking the initiative before we’d even really become an official couple, but it had been the opposite. I’d been grateful because it would have been something I would have struggled with and likely put off. As much as I wanted to be open with Lincoln about everything, I was still afraid it would ultimately lead to him looking at me with disgust and contempt.
After reading through the therapists’ backgrounds, I’d ended up making appointments with all of them to see which one I felt most comfortable with. I’d seen two of them already and was scheduled to see the last one at the end of the week. None of them were close by, so Lincoln would have to drive me over an hour each way just to get to the nearest one.
Beyond that, we hadn’t really talked about the future. While I was eager to find a job so I could pay my own way, I knew it wasn’t realistic. I currently lived in a very protective bubble that consisted of Cam and Ford’s house and the Kent brothers’ wildlife sanctuary. I wasn’t so sure I could handle life outside that bubble anytime soon. Lincoln had tried to convince me that money wasn’t an issue since he still had plenty of it in his trust, but he’d understood when I’d explained that wasn’t really the point. On the one hand I wanted to start my new life, while on the other, I was afraid that rocking the boat even a little bit would end up in disaster.
So things were kind of in a holding pattern. I still spent most of the day reading or helping Riley with his homework, but mornings and evenings were when Lincoln and I always walked to our spot to meet up with Nacho. The black dog was almost always waiting for us, but he still only allowed me to touch him, a fact that Lincoln often grumbled about since he’d found the dog first. I knew he was never serious, though. While we didn’t know where Nacho went when he wasn’t with us, he’d put on some pounds with all the scraps we’d been feeding him, and his black coat had gotten glossy and thick. Lincoln had explained to me where to feel around the dog’s neck to see if I could feel any kind of microchip, but I hadn’t had any success. We’d ultimately borrowed a scanner from Sawyer after telling him about the dog, and there’d been no result when I’d run the instrument over the back of Nacho’s neck.
“He’s just playing hard to get,” I responded as I gave Lincoln’s arm a little tug to get his attention. “I still love you,” I said sweetly. He rolled his eyes and then pulled me forward. My back ended up pressed against a tree and when he dropped his mouth to mine, I gladly took what he was offering. The kiss left me completely breathless, and I was ready for more but when I went to unbutton my jeans, Lincoln stopped me. He let out a frustrated growl.
“Hold that thought, sweetheart. This tree will scratch the hell out of your back and I’m not walking all the way to our spot and back with jizz dripping down my legs. Not with Walter waiting for us on the porch to do his cum-in-spection.”
I laughed because Lincoln was always the target of Walter’s filthy jokes. The old man had taken to waiting for us every evening to get back to the house. He’d set his wheelchair firmly in front of the door and scan Lincoln’s groin for damp spots. He had come up with the grossly inappropriate term for the so-called inspections and had laughed heartily when he’d explained the double entendre.
The old man’s theory was that if Lincoln had cum in his pants, then it stood to reason that some of that cum could be dripping onto the ground and thus, he shouldn’t be allowed to come in the house until he’d used the garden hose to clean up first. Lincoln had kept his cool as Walter had pulled the stunt, but when the old man had gone on to explain that his logic was sound because I was such a hot little number that it stood to reason that we’d be fucking like bunnies and Lincoln would be collecting a lot of jizz in his shorts, my man had made the mistake of reacting in a less than calm manner. He’d growled and firmly pushed Walter’s chair out of the way so we could get into the house.