Page 74 of Losing Ansley

"I didn't realize you saw me looking at it." My words come out all watery. I look up at him, and he's smiling at me.

"I notice everything you do, sweetheart." He takes the paper and box from me, places them on the table, and wraps me in his arms again. "I can't wait to put it on the tree with you." I kiss him, and he takes it over for several long seconds before pulling away and leading me to the living room.

He guides me to sit against the arm of the couch. He sits in the middle of the couch, pulling my feet into his lap. He begins to rub his thumb up the arches of my feet, and I tilt my head back, moaning. He chuckles and shifts.

"Tell me what's going on." He instructs, and my eyes find him again. I take a deep breath.

"I talked to Dylan about a lot of things. One being I needed help, and he was more than willing to offer it. He took most of the inheritance mom and dad left, invested it, and doubled it. He helped me get out of the lease. I sold all of my furniture so I could have some money to put down for the lease on a property downtown, but he also said he'd help me with that. And I quit my job. I probably should have talked to you about all of this before just doing it, but I needed to do this for me, and I needed to do it my way." I explain to him. A small smile plays on his lips, and his hands massage my calves to my feet and back again.

"I'm going to need your help. I've never done anything like this, and you know how to run a business. So, I would like your help. Caroline said she'd help me with marketing. Liv said she'd help build a website and app for people to purchase items." I take a deep breath after I tell him everything, and the slight smile on his lips has turned into a full-blown grin.

"I am so proud of you, Ansley. I will help you in any way I can. I know I can be overbearing, so tell me to back off, and I'll try. And you know Caroline and Liv will do anything to help you." He says in true Lincoln fashion, and I laugh.

He crawls up my body and settles between my legs. Pushing my hair back from my shoulder, he stares into my eyes.

"You deserve only good things." He whispers. I wrap my hands around his back.

"You too, Linc. You've saved my life in more ways than one." I utter and lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back, soft and sweet, before pulling back.

"Now, about that chair of yours." He says.

"Yeah. It wouldn't fit in the Corvette." I whine. His hand comes between us as he unbuttons his shirt and moves it to the side. His hands massage my breasts, his thumbs running over my nipples. I gasp and arch into him, feeling him harden against me. I slide my hands down his bare chest toward his pants.

"I'll call and rent a UHaul tomorrow so we can get it." I pause in my exploration of his body.

"What? No! It's one chair. We can ask Bass to use his truck." I exclaim as my hands continue their downward path to the buttons on his pants. He arches an eyebrow at me.

"I'm renting a UHaul." He states as he leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I moan and unbutton his pants, pushing them down.

"No, you're not! That's ridiculous." I cry out when he pinches my other nipple hard at my words, causing shivers to skate up my spine. His head pops up, and he stares down at me as he pushes his pants down further and lifts slightly on his knees.

"I'm not arguing with you, Ansley. I'm renting a UHaul, and we're using it to pick up your chair." He places one hand over my head to support himself while the other travels down my body. I grab his stiff cock and pump it in my hand, causing him to groan.

"I won't go with you," I announce. His eyes pop open at that. His hand reaches its destiny, and he cups my pussy.

"I will handcuff you to the truck and make you wear a vibrator all the way there. And then I'll see how many orgasms I can give you in five hours." My pussy clenches around his fingers, and he smirks.

"You like that, don't you, gorgeous?" He removes his hand from my pussy and my hand from his cock. Then he's lining himself up with me.

"Do you feel how hard you got me?" He asks, and I suck in a shaky breath. He leans down and licks my ear lobe.

"I owe you a spanking for being a brat tonight and arguing with me about the UHaul, but I want to be inside you too bad." Then he's sliding in, and I can't breathe at how good he feels. I wrap my arms and legs around him and keep my eyes connected with his. At this moment, nothing else matters. I wasn't lying when I told him he saved my life in more ways than one. He saved my life when I was five, and he's saved my life multiple times since then.

He started as my brother's best friend and my childhood crush, then became my friend, sometimes enemy, and finally, the love of my life.

I try to show him all of the emotions I'm feeling. He leans down to kiss me, and his pace picks up. I gasp when he lifts my hips just enough for him to hit a different angle. He kisses everywhere his mouth can touch, saying I love you repeatedly like he's trying to tattoo it on my skin.

I say it back between chanting his name, and then we're both falling over the edge, and he collapses on top of me, both of us breathing hard. After a few seconds, he rolls off and pulls me into him, my back to his front. He kisses my neck.

"Welcome home, sweetheart."

CHAPTER THIRTY

EPILOGUE

NINE MONTHSLater

Lincoln

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