Page 116 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
Linc lines himself up, slowly entering me, my back arching as I feel him filling me. I still don’t understand the logistics of all of this— but what I do know is that when he’s inside me, slowly pumping in and out of me, I’ve never felt more complete in my life. And so for that, I’m going to choose to not overthink it.
Instead I’m going to focus on Linc. On how he looks down at me like I’m his whole world. How his lips always need to be on my body in some way. How he moves in and out of me, his pace always in tune with what the night calls for.
Earlier was about heat. Raw emotion. We both felt it after our run-in with Katie, and we both needed the release.
Right now is just about us. About love. About each other.
Holy Moses…this isn’t sex. This is making love. What I’ve dreamed of, wanted, for years. This is what my sisters always talked about. Sure, they discussed some adventurous things, but underlying in all of it was how their partners made them feel whole. Beautiful. Wanted. Cherished. Loved.
And that’s what’s happening right now as Linc brings his hands under my back, holding me against him as he makes sure that I feel every inch of him inside me.
My arms and legs are wrapped around him, needing to feel him as close as possible. He buries his lips into my neck, kissing and sucking as our movements start speeding up. My nails dig into his back as I feel my orgasm start to build, and as much as I want the release, I want to feel more of him just like this. I want this moment to last longer.
I want it to last forever.
My body moves, signaling to him that I want on top. I know we talked about this the night before, and I figured at some point it would happen tonight, but I never knew it would be like this. The smile on Linc’s face is one I wish I could take a picture of. It’s a little devilish. A little love drunk. And a whole lot satisfied.
I put my hands on his chest, bracing myself as he lines me up and helps me ease down onto him.
“Oh God,” I say in a moan. “This feels so good.”
“Take what you want, baby. I’m yours.”
And I do. I grip onto his chest as I move up and down on his length, loving how it feels the same, yet so much different. His hands reach up for me, playing with each of my breasts as I start riding him a little faster, wanting to feel more and more of him with every movement.
“I love you, Lincoln Kincaid,” I say as I change my pace, slowing it down to more methodical movements. “I love how you make me feel. I love how I can be every part of myself around you. I love that you help me do the scary things, and if I fail at them, I know that you’ll be there to catch me. I love that you know to get me eight sides of ranch with everything. And I love how you love me. I…I just love you.”
His hand is behind my neck in seconds as he pulls me down for a kiss that I actually feel in every cell of my body. He has me rolled over in seconds, our pace now furious as our mouths are taking everything we want.
Not that I’m complaining.
“Linc!” I scream as I hold onto him for dear life. I detonate the second his finger connects with my clit, flipping the switch that just sent me into a new orbit. He follows right behind me, letting out a grunt so loud that it’s possible Wyatt could hear him three floors away.
We both come down from our highs, but our embrace never breaks. His arms are around me, holding me close as I do the same. Neither of us say a word. We don’t need to.
We love each other. And that’s all we need for whatever is thrown at us.
guide to love rule #111
A true test to see if your partner is the one is to have him hang out with your family. If he survives that, he can survive anything.
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ainsley
Along my journey tolearn football, I asked Linc how the league determined the bye weeks. To my Type-A leaning brain, they felt very random and chaotic. He admitted he didn’t know how or why, but that he always believed they had a way of coming at the right time for every team.
I now believe that statement. Because I don’t know if the rest of the Fury needed the off week, but Linc surely did.
Linc had to go talk to his agent about the proper steps to fire Katie so she had no legal recourse. And while that went well, and his agent apologized profusely for being the one to suggest they work together, the Katie drama wasn’t quite over. Yet another blatant lie of an article came out last night—which we both believe, but can’t prove, was Katie’s last eff-you to us. This one said that not only were we fake, but insinuated that I was actually being held captive. We actually laughed when we read it, as his head was on my lap, while wearing my eye masks because he wanted to see what they felt like, and I was playing with his hair in a face mask of my own. Yeah. I’m totally being held against my will.
Needless to say, mentally, the bye week came at a good time. But we were both feeling a little cooped-up in Nashville. So, Isuggested what I know to be the best medicine one could ask for—a night out in Rolling Hills.
“Let’s raise our glasses, especially Ainsley, who for the first time around us is having an actual cocktail,” Simon says as the large table in the middle of the bar is filled with each of my siblings and their significant others. “I’d like to propose a toast to each of my sisters, who, I must say, has impeccable taste in men.”
Even though the compliment is to us, Linc, Emmett, Logan, and Porter, all share fist bumps and high-fives in congratulations to themselves.
“But, I want to say thank you specifically to Linc.” As Simon pauses, Linc puts his arm around me and pulls me close. “Thank you for protecting our sister. Thank you for being there for her. Thank you for bringing out a side of her that we always hoped was there. And thank you for making her smile. Welcome to the family. We’re chaos, but we’re a damn good time.”
