Page 138 of Roses in Summer

“Thank you, Detective,” I mutter, placing a hand on Sera’s back to lead her through the door.

We’re silent as we navigate the narrow hallways to the exit, not saying anything until we’re outdoors and the humid early evening air kisses our skin.

“What just happened?” Sera asks, turning to look at me with wide, perplexed eyes.

I shake my head at her question, because I’m just as stunned as she is. “I don’t know, ciern. But let’s go home.”

52

Seraphina

4 months later

“Lincoln,” I moan out, grabbing his head to pull him closer when what I should be doing is pushing him away. “I’m going to be—oh my fuck,” I breathe out, tilting my pelvis up to his mouth as he sucks on my clit.

Ripping his mouth from me, he looks up just as he spears two fingers inside my pussy. “I didn’t see you for the last two fucking days, ciern. And today is going to be a shit show, so give me this.”

I look down at the stunning man, half dressed in sweatpants and a backward baseball cap, and can’t believe I have him on his knees in the middle of a coat closet, feet away from all of my family and friends.

Well, most of my friends.

“We had a g-girls’ night.” I groan, reaching behind me to grab onto a shelf as his fingers pick up speed, moving inside me with deliberate roughness that sets every nerve ending on edge.

He leans forward, flicking my clit before biting down gently, giving me a hint of pain without any real discomfort. “You were supposed to come back to our room, not stay with your sisters. I should leave you on edge all fucking day for that.”

“No, no, no,” I chant, moving my hips in rhythm to his thrusts. “Please, Lincoln.”

“Beg for me, Seraphina. Let me hear those pretty lips beg me for my fucking cum.”

I look down, watching Lincoln drag his sweatpants down to reveal his cock. My mouth waters at the sight, my pussy growing wetter at the knowledge that soon, he’ll be inside me.

“Please, Lincoln,” I breathe out.

He slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth as he stands up. His free hand trails the skin of my thigh, curving over my hip and to my ass until he grabs the small handful and hoists me up, pinning me against the wall at the same time he bends his knees to align his cock with my center.

“I can’t wait, ciern.” He groans as he slips inside, burying himself until I can feel his cock rubbing against my G-spot. “So fucking good, every goddamn time. How is it that this just gets better?” He punctuates his words with a slow withdrawal, dragging his cock almost completely out before thrusting back inside. It’s been four months since our lives—my life—nearly imploded, and I can attest to the fact that every moment spent with Lincoln is better than the last.

Maybe it’s the security I feel, knowing that every time Lincoln told me he’d protect me, he did. Or maybe it’s that Mitch confessed to his involvement in the fire, and his desire to hurt not only me, but Olivia as well. And, while they still haven’t been able to find Chris, the knowledge that Mitch is out of my life for good is a weight that no longer hangs heavy around my neck and I can finally concentrate on just feeling good.

Or maybe it’s that every time Lincoln has his hands on me, I can’t help the orgasms that seem to crash into me unannounced.

“Lincoln, please.” I’m begging for his cum, my orgasm, and to hurry; I was supposed to be in the suite fifteen minutes ago, but Lincoln had other plans.

“Fuck, Seraphina. Fuck.” He quickens his pace, moving faster as he finally listens to my pleas and fucks me hard against the dusty wall. My clit rubs against him, stimulating the nerves until all I can do is hold on, letting him move my body until the tingles spread to every limb and I’m clenching around him.

“Lincoln, I’m coming. I— Oh…” I pant, my pussy spasming against him as his thrusts grow more erratic and uncontrolled.

“That’s right, milk my cock, ciern. I want to wear you on my skin all fucking day, make sure every single one of these fucks knows you’re mine.” He grunts before capturing my mouth in a messy kiss. We’re all teeth and tongues and lips, and it matches the pace he’s setting, the rapid movements against me, until he stills, coming inside of me with a hard bite to my lips.

“Fuck, Seraphina.” He groans, licking my stinging flesh before drawing back to see where our bodies join. “You look so pretty filled with me.”

“Lincoln.” I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head at him. “I need to go. They’re all waiting on me.”

He sighs in response, lowering my legs until I’m standing. He bends down, grabbing my pajama pants and helping each leg inside. I wince at the discomfort of the wetness between my legs against the silk bottoms. “I need a shower now.”

“Nope,” he quips, bending down to kiss my lips again. “You’ll wear me on your skin all day, and when you get back to our room tonight, I’ll make sure to clean you up. But for now, you’re going to smell like me and my cum, just like I’m going to smell like you.”

“Caveman,” I mumble against his mouth, shaking my head.

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