Page 82 of Crash
“Lincoln.” I moaned, desperate to feel him inside me.
He slid into me, and this time, I could feel the difference. It was trulyskinon skin. No more barriers existed between us, and as he began to move, I knew I could never let him go…distance or not.
“Shit.” I quivered, clenching as he hit home, his pelvis rubbing against my clit.
“So good,” he muttered, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck.
I clenched tighter. “Move.”
“I have to go fast,Vee.” He moaned, his fingers biting into my skin. “I’m not gunna last.”
“Then go fast.”
Giving me my wish, he sank into me again and again, our skin slapping together as he picked up speed. My moans mingled with his, and we lost ourselves in each other and the new sensations that were searing through our bodies.
All too soon, I was falling over the edge into oblivion, coming violently as his desperate movements turned into pounding. He kept pushing me further and further, my orgasm heightening to a level I hadn’t felt before.God, it felt good to have him.
Finally, he erupted as I tightened around him, and I felt his orgasm coat my insides. He pulled back and thrust one last time, burying himself deep, letting the last of his pleasure out into me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He sighed against my lips. “Fucking beautiful and perfect.”
He held me still for a moment, and we stood under the water, locked together in our embrace, our chests heaving in tandem. We were finally together…completely, and in an hour, he’d have to leave to go to Sydney. It was almost cruel.
Finally, he pulled out and eased me down. I stood on shaky legs as he took the soap and washed every inch of my amped up body, his touch leaving a trail of light across my skin.
“I’ll call and text whenever I can,” he murmured as water streamed down his face.
I nodded, unable to string any words together.
“Make me a promise, Vee,” he murmured, dropping the soap back into the holder and grasping me tight.
“Anything.” My body hummed against his.
“Be fearless. Be the woman you’ve become and never let her go.”
Closing my eyes, I clutched onto him and said, “I promise.”
Trouble was I wasn’t sure if I actually believed it.
Thirty-One
Lincoln
Sydney didn’t look the same.
When I first moved here, it was this promised land of bright lights and TV cameras, fans and fights, and it was all I’d ever dreamed of. It was the one thing I’d always shared with my twin brother despite our differences, but after so much time away, it didn’t feel the same at all.
Something had shifted, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that maybe I was the one who’d changed. Violet had awoken something inside me. She thought she was the only one who needed to grow? I needed to grow up too.
Dean’s fist smacked into the side of my head, and I stumbled.
“Wake up,” he said, shoving me.
“Shit,” I snapped. “Did you have to punch me in the head like that?”
We were in the gym we used during the AUFC season, trying to get back into the easy rhythm we’d had before I was injured. So far, I may as well be pissing up the wall. I was here in the physical sense, but mentally? I was back in Melbourne with Violet in that shower.
“Where’s your head at, bro?” Dean asked, scowling at me. “It’s been like three days and you’ve been someplace else the entire time. You’d think after four months apart you’d be happier to be back in this.”
