Page 86 of Behind the Bench

“I mean, you used to scare the hell out of me. But now that I’ve made you scream my name you don’t seem so scary anymore.”

Cocky asshole.

I mean, I’m grateful he’s lightened the mood, but what an arrogant little shit he is. I let go of his hand and give him a nice hard shove to his shoulder that has him falling back a step.

“Oh, fuck off, Lincoln. I’m pretty sure I remember you moaning my name last night too.” I turn back to the shower to turn the water on and he slaps my ass.

“Damn straight I was, Montgomery. And I plan on moaning your name as much as humanly possible if I have anything to say about it.”

Once the bathroom is filled with steam, I open the glass door to his walk-in shower and we step in together. Water pelts my back as we stand face-to-face. Lincoln reaches behind me and squirts something into his hands. He rubs his hands together and then starts running them down my arms. Immediately I’m hit with the scent of pine and leather. I close my eyes and take a deep inhale.

When I open my eyes, Lincoln is watching me as he continues to lather my body.

“I’m gonna smell like you now. Are you trying to mark your territory or something, Scott?”

His hands work their way up my stomach until he reaches my breasts. He gives them a soft squeeze before running his thumbs over my peaked nipples. “Maybe I am, Montgomery. You got a problem with that?”

A small gasp leaves my mouth as he gives both nipples a quick squeeze. I try to form words but the feel of his hands on my body is too damn distracting. Shaking my head, I’m able to get out a quiet “no” as he continues to work his hands down my body. They eventually find my ass, and he grabs me and pulls my body toward his.

He’s rock hard and he pushes himself against my body to let me know just how I’m affecting him. “Do you see what you do to me, Ellie? I’m so far gone for you, I don’t even bother trying to hide it anymore.”

My hand finds his length just as his fingers find my center. Together we get each other off as our tongues tangle and our hands work in unison.

The way I crave this man is terrifying. I have to physically pull myself back from having my hands on him at all times. Somehow, I manage to keep my hands above the waist for the remainder of our shower, and somehow Lincoln manages to keep his to himself. The only exception being when he washes my hair and gives me the best head massage of my life. It’s unlike any wash I’ve ever received at the salon. This man could make millions by just washing people’s hair. How is he so good at everything? It’s infuriating.

After our shower, we both dry off and he grabs me some clothes to wear. I didn’t really think my whole seduction scenario through when I showed up naked underneath my trench coat last night.

He tosses me a pair of gray sweatpants and one of his old U of M hoodies. I pull the pants up over my hips and they absolutely swallow me. I may be tall for a woman standing at five-ten, but the five inches he has on me makes me feel tiny.Luckily, I can tie the drawstring tight enough and roll them a couple times to make them work.

Once I finally make my way out into the kitchen, Lincoln is pouring caramel creamer into a coffee mug. I sit down at his island, and he gives it a quick stir before handing it to me.

“Thanks,” I say as I take a quick sip. It’s not lost on me that this man knows how I like my coffee. He even stocks his refrigerator with my favorite creamer. These little things keep adding up, making it even harder to deny what I’m feeling.

Lincoln takes a seat next to me and we sit together enjoying a cup of coffee. There’s something so domestic about the moment, I can see us doing this for years to come. It’s a wild thought that kind of freaks me out. Hoping to distract myself, I put my mug down and turn toward him. “Are you heading home early for the holidays?”

Christmas is next week, and our last game before the holiday is on the 23rd. We lucked out and have a game against Detroit on the 27th, so I’ll be able to spend quite a few days at home in Michigan over the small break. For whatever reason, we haven’t discussed our plans for the holiday, but I find myself wanting to know if he’ll be going home early to Michigan too.

Lincoln turns in his stool so my legs are between his and sets his coffee down next to mine. “I think I’ll head home on Christmas Eve to spend a couple days at my aunt and uncle’s place. My cousin Katie is going to Florida for Christmas. Apparently the only gift she wants this year is sun and sand. Can’t say that I really blame her.”

He has mentioned his cousin a few times with me. Since he moved in with them in high school, I get the feeling she’s more like a sister to him than a cousin.

“I don’t blame her either. I wouldn’t mind a game in Florida but I am excited to spend some time with my parents. I’m sure you’ll be missing her.”

Lincoln’s hand finds my knee, and he starts rubbing histhumb back and forth. I like that he always wants to be touching me. It makes me less self-conscious about always wanting to be touching him. For as much as we have to hide our relationship from the outside world, it’s nice to be able to touch each other whenever we want when we’re in our little bubble.

“Yeah, I miss her a lot. She was supposed to come visit over Thanksgiving, but work got in the way. It’s been too long since I’ve seen her.”

Lincoln’s phone starts buzzing at the opposite side of the island. He keeps his hand on me but reaches with his other hand to grab it.

“Speak of the devil.” He flashes me his phone and a picture of a gorgeous redhead is on the screen with the nameKatieacross the top.

I grab my coffee and hold it with both hands before nodding to his phone. “Answer it. I’ll just be here enjoying my coffee.”

Lincoln stands from the stool but doesn’t go far. He walks to the opposite side of the island before leaning his hip against it and swiping a finger across his phone.

I try not to listen in on the conversation as they say hello and catch up on each other’s lives. But it’s kind of hard to do when Lincoln’s voice raises an octave. “What do you mean you’re pulling into my driveway? You’re in Green Bay?”

Oh shit.

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