Page 37 of Losing Ansley

"What?!?" I screech and begin pacing again.

"I wasn't sure how it was going to go a few times. Bass had to referee at one point." I cover my face with my hands.

"Oh god! Bass heard that." I say in horror.

"Bass also said you wanted me to choose you, and it seemed like I hadn't done that completely yet." He reaches for me and pulls me between his legs. He wraps his arms around my thighs and lays his cheek against me, hugging me.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, returning his embrace. He lets me go, and I sit on the coffee table. Our legs are intertwined, and he takes my hands, playing with my fingers.

"Then he said you were a grown woman who could make your own decisions. If you wanted me, then Dylan needed to get over whatever promise I made, and I needed to get over it before you moved on." He explains, and I shake my head. I'll never move on. Lincoln is it for me, always has been, and always will be.

"So, Dylan finally told me he wants us to be happy, and he hadn't thought of the promise in a while." I shake my head and give him a small smile.

He pats his thighs. I narrow my eyes but move from the coffee table to him and straddle his lap. He wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me closer as he stares at me.

"He also said if I hurt you, he'll kill me." I snort but lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands travel up my spine and tangle in my hair.

"What does this mean exactly?" I ask him.

"I want you, Ansley, in every way. I want your body, but I also want your mind and heart. I need to earn that, and I will. I promise." My heart beats uncontrollably in my chest from his words. This is all I wanted. I wanted him to admit how he felt for me, and I wanted him to stand up to Dylan.

"So, Dylan is okay with us?" I ask him, and he shrugs.

"Yes. I'm beginning to realize the promise was probably a bigger deal to me than it was to him. I needed that promise to keep you at arm's length until I couldn't anymore." He pulls me closer as if he can't stand the idea of having any space between us. I squirm against him, trying to adjust, get comfortable, and feel his hard length. I lean my forehead against his.

"The way I feel for you is so intense," I admit, and he smiles.

"You have no idea, sweetheart. You're inside me all the time. I hated not seeing and talking to you every day when you moved here. It has been pure torture." My tongue comes out to lick my lips, and it grazes against him because we are so close. He stills, but I ignore it for now.

"Why didn't you try to stop me?" He leans up and brushes his mouth against mine like he can't take it anymore but pulls away.

"As much as I missed you, I knew you needed to do this. You needed to know you could do this on your own. And you have. I'm so proud of you, Ans." He says, and I sigh.

"I didn't, Linc. Dylan helped me." I admit.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"The apartment complex wanted the first month's rent, last month's rent, plus a substantial deposit because of my credit and eviction, so I was going to sell the Corvette." Lincoln comes to a complete standstill beneath me.

"I was talking to Dylan one night, and I finally came clean to him about everything. He agreed to put the apartment under his name, so I'd only have to pay the first month's rent and the required small deposit."

He cups my face and kisses me, "I'm proud of you for asking for help. I'm also proud of you for telling Dylan about what happened." I sigh at his praise, and I smile at him.

"Dylan requested one thing last night." He tells me. I stare at him, waiting for him to continue. "He wants us to tell him what happened that day. And he wants us to come clean about how things were very different for us growing up." My mouth pops open thinking this through. I lean my forehead against his.

"He deserves to know," I whisper, and he nods. "I don't want to think about that right now, though."

"Okay." He agrees, and his hand comes up to brush my hair off my shoulder, then wraps his hand around the back of my neck. I suck in a breath and rock my hips against him. His finally choosing me and how he's touching me has me wanting him again. I feel like I'm in heat.

I bring my hands down to his waist and push his boxers down. He lifts his hips to help, then I slide down on him, and we moan together. I'm swollen and sensitive, but I want more. I roll my hips and gasp, but then he's wrapping his arms around me and holding me still. I close my eyes at the feel of him. He's so deep and thick in me, and I love it.

"You still owe me two more orgasms." He growls, and I chuckle, opening my eyes to stare at him.

"I know. You already told me." I give him attitude, and he arches an eyebrow bucking up into me, causing me to groan.

"Don't be a brat." He scorns me, and I smirk, bringing my lips to his.

"I've told you before, and I'll tell you again you like it when I'm a brat." My lips land on his, and I begin to ride him as he wraps me up so tight. With how close I am to him, my clit is rubbing against his lower abs, and I begin to shake. But it's not enough.

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