Page 74 of The Auction
“Thank fuck, because I’d hate to disappoint you.”
“I do like to watch though.”
Linc growls and I can feel his hardness against me. “I know. It makes you wet and needy.”
I want to ask if we could explore a few things together so I can test my boundaries but I’m not sure we’ll get the chance before our lives go to shit.
Linc doesn’t need me to voice my needs though, he always seems to know. “I do want to show you a few things though.”
“Oh?”
His hand curves around my ass, his fingers finding me wet. “So needy.”
He slides a finger inside me and pumps a few times as my breathing goes jagged. When he withdraws, I think he’ll tease my clit but his hand slides backward and finds my puckered hole. He massages me there and I feel my pussy clench with pleasure.
“I’m going to take this first too. I want to fuck you here while your fingers toy with that sweet swollen clit and your nipples hang low with gorgeous clamps attached.”
Jesus, I’m so turned on at his words I’d have said yes right then, but he withdraws his hand.
“But not today. Today I’m taking you back to bed and fucking your sweet pussy and then I’m going to show you how much pleasure a sixty-nine can give you.”
I let him, wanting him more than oxygen, and knowing I’ll take what I can get from this man who owns my heart for as long as I can.
25: Linc
I stepout of my car and round the hood. It’s the middle of the workday, but I have things on my mind and only a mother’s advice will do. Three days ago, I found Lottie on the day bed at dawn and since that morning things have been off. I can’t say why exactly because she’s been as loving and sexually open as ever, but something is off. She’s holding back from me somehow and I don’t like it.
I wonder if she’s guessed my feelings for her and if they scare her as much as they do me. I never wanted to fall in love with her again, but it happened so easily that I wonder if I was ever out of love with her in the first place.
“Mom,” I call out as I enter the wing my mother favors.
“In here, sweetheart.”
I follow the sound of her voice and find her in the library. My mother loves to read, she’s a true crime guru and I sometimes wonder if she’s trying to find the perfect way to bump my old man off. She needn’t bother; I’d happily pay for someone to do it to rid her of him.
She looks up as I enter and her still beautiful face crinkles into a warm smile. I instantly feel my worries ease. There’s something magical about being around your mother. When everything else feels like it’s going to hell, she’s the constant force of love and warmth in my life.
“Darling, how lovely to see you.” She offers her face for a kiss, and I oblige before sinking down into the chair opposite her.
She lays aside the new book on the life of an infamous serial killer and lifts the phone beside her. “Coffee, darling?”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
“Cynthia, could we have some fresh coffee and some of those delicious blueberry scones sent into the library please?”
She hangs up and looks at me and it’s difficult not to squirm. My mother has always been able to see right through me. It’s what made the loss of Lottie so hard for me. I couldn’t tell my mother without causing a huge row with my father and at the time I was still of the opinion he might hold some affection for my mom, and I didn’t want to be the reason they fought.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
I shrug. “Can’t a son visit his mother?”
She smiles, resting her hands in her lap. “Of course he can, and he should do it more often, but I sense this isn’t that.”
I’m given a small reprieve as Cynthia, the lady who replaced Lottie’s mom, walks in carrying a tray loaded down with coffee and scones. I rise to take it from her, and she gives me a shy smile back.
“Thank you, Cynthia.”
“Will that be all, Mrs. Coldwell?”
