Chapter 7
He'd never known a woman who could make him lose control as effortlessly as Angelique. It was as though she had some sort of mystical hold on him that made him overlook reason and accountability and just do what he pleased, acting on impulse and emotion without any regard for the consequences. It made him feel out of control, and he didn't like that feeling, but at the same time, he loved the freedom of being able to let go. Lincoln was in serious trouble, treading on dangerous ground and he knew it.
"How come you're the way that you are?" Angelique asked from the passenger seat of the Impala as they drove back to the motel.
Frowning he glanced over at her for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you're so closed off. Tonight you actually let loose and had fun, and I have to give you credit, you can't dance worth a shit, but you tried. Then we get into the car and you turn back to being, well - and don't take this the wrong way…" she reached over and touched his arm, "you."
With a loud sigh, Lincoln noticed a rest area and pulled the car into it, parking. Turning in his seat he looked over at her and considered how much he wanted to reveal to her. Did she genuinely care or was it the reporter in her needing to know, for no other purpose than to know? She chewed at her bottom lip and, as his eyes locked with hers, he saw the concern reflected in them so decided to trust her.
"Look Angel. It's not you. It’s how you make me feel."
She remained silent, waiting for him to explain further.
He ran a hand through his hair as he attempted to gather his thoughts. Fuck it! "I was married once. About five years ago."
She nodded, but again didn't speak though he had her complete attention.
"Her name was Rebecca, she was a good woman, but doing what I do, I'm on the road a lot. Maybe more than I should be."
Angelique nodded, but again didn't interrupt, however her expression told him she had an idea as to where the story was leading.
"Things started to not feel right, if you know what I mean. There just seemed to be a growing distance between us so, on one particular job I came home a few days early and didn't tell her; I just watched her and I soon found out the reason why her attitude had changed."
Angelique cringed. "Another man?"
Lincoln nodded his confirmation.
"Oh."
"So we got a divorce and I decided that it would be in my best interest to just keep to myself. Work..."
"Any relationships, girlfriend, anyone since her?"
"None, it's better that way."
"So you don't ever..."
He shook his head. "No. I think, at least for now, it’s better this way.""
She eyed him with a doubtful expression on her face as he turned back in his seat, started the car back up, shifted it into gear and attempted to convince himself it was for the best.
What could he offer a woman, really? He was on the road constantly, so she'd always worry about where he was, and he would always wonder in the back of his mind if she was alone in bed, or if someone was with her.
No, it was better this way, he told himself.
****
Angelique wanted to press more, find out about this woman who'd cheated on a man like Lincoln. She could hardly believe it. Despite their differences over the past couple of days, she'd learned that he was a good man, honest, proud. Not to mention all he had to do was look at her with those hungry steel grey eyes of his and she melted.
Sure she’d liked to bust his balls, and considering he was taking her to jail, she felt she was within her rights to give him a little bit of shit. But, if the circumstances were different, there was no way she'd do anything to hurt him. The idea of wanting another man when you had a man like Lincoln was unthinkable in her mind
"Link."
He glanced over at her as he pulled into the parking lot of the 'Sleep and Go' motel.
"For what it's worth I think your ex is an idiot."
He chuckled as he parked the car and then glanced back over at her. "You think so, huh?"
"Yeah, you're an amazing catch." she paused and gave him the same smirk she'd given him when he'd slipped on the oil she spilt at the coffee house, "Despite the lack of dance skills."
Lincoln huffed and got out of the car grumbling to himself. She couldn't make out what he was saying but she had a feeling whatever it was, it was for the best that she couldn't hear him. Grinning, Angelique opened her door and hopped out before he had a chance to make it around the car to open it for her.
"You know, I have no idea what it is about women and dancing that is so appealing," he grumbled as he closed her door, locked it and then took her hand as they walked to the door of their motel room.
Angelique glanced down at their entwined fingers and was a little surprised by the gesture as they walked. Normally she wouldn't have thought anything of a man she was dating holding her hand; however, she wasn't dating Lincoln. But it felt so natural - so appropriate.
Reaching the door he paused and stared at their interlaced fingers and his face went blank as if he were realizing the potential meaning behind it. A look of uncertainty crossed his face, mirroring what she was feeling inside as he locked gazes with her. Fucking was one thing; it could be blamed on needing to be comforted, or simply giving into your primal urges in the heat of the moment. But the small gesture of taking her hand absentmindedly opened the door up to something more, something she knew they could never have together. He let her hand slip from his fingers, and turned his attention to unlocking the door and ushering her inside.
Once inside and with the door closed behind them, Lincoln kicked off his shoes and then shed his jacket and hung it on the rack next to the door, avoiding eye contact with Angelique. An awkward silence fell over the room as they both prepared for bed.
After ten minutes of virtually ignoring her as he went about his business, Angelique couldn't take it any longer. "What wrong, Link?" As if she didn't already know.
For the first time since they had stepped into the room he looked at her, catching her eyes, a blank expression on his face. "Nothing," he replied pulling his gaze from hers and raking a nervous hand through his hair. "I don't need to cuff you tonight, do I?"
She took a tentative step towards him, then another closing the distance between them until she was standing in front of him, looking up at him and pressing her palms to his chest. "I'm not running, Link."
He ran the back of his hand across her cheek and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I wish you would," he whispered.
Angelica's heart stopped and her breath caught in her throat. "What?" she finally managed to gasp out. "What do you mean by that?"
He lowered his eyes to meet hers, and ran his thumb along her lower lip. She parted her lips, and took his thumb into her mouth. Sucking in a sharp breath, he watched fascinated for a moment, before removing his thumb.
"I have to take you in, Angelique. They know I have you. They expect you to be delivered in three days."
Angelique nodded. "I know."
"I have to fucking take you in and God help me, I don't want to."
She attempted a smile, and partially succeeded. "We still have three days. Maybe I can figure something out."
Lincoln shook his head. "I'll give you some money. Run Angelique. You said yourself there's no way you're getting off. I've read your case... Baby, there's no way they're letting you walk. At least if you run you have a chance."
"You said yourself the other day that running isn't the answer, that running and looking over my shoulder is no better than prison." She hadn't believed his argument, but she didn't want him to feel guilty about doing his job.
"That was before I knew you, Angel."
"We've only known each other a couple of days; we barely know each other, Link."
"And that's what makes what I'm starting to feel for you so damn terrifying."
Angelique paused, uncertain as to whether or not she should press him harder. Looking into his eyes, torn with emotion, guilt, frustration, tenderness... Such a vast array of emotion that she couldn't keep herself from pressing, and then holding her breath on his reply. "And how are you starting to feel?"
Lincoln didn't say a word, but instead raked a hand through her hair and then lowered his mouth to hers, slipping his other hand around her waist, and pulling her tight against him. His lips lightly danced across hers and she sighed, her hands fisting the front of his t-shirt. She longed to pull his lips down harder onto hers, but restrained herself, instead savouring the tenderness he was showing her.
"You've been such a pain in my ass, Angelique," he murmured, his lips moving along her jaw, towards her neck. "Everything that has happened between us is wrong."
His lips touched her neck and an electric jolt rushed through her while the juices between her legs began to gather uncomfortably. She ground against the hard ridge of his cock, under his jeans, attempting to relieve the building tension, but instead only making it worse. Releasing his shirt, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dropped her head back, allowing him better access to the sensitive skin.
He slowly walked her backwards, until the back of her legs hit the bed, while his lips moved back up her neck and then captured hers. He kissed her softly, tenderly and she felt herself melting into him as he slipped a hand under her thighs, swept her from her feet and then lowered her gently onto one of the two double beds in the room. Stretching out beside her, he propped himself up with one arm, while his free hand slowly moved up her leg, beginning at the thigh and slowly inching upwards.
Angelique turned to her side to face him, and tugged the hem of his t-shirt up his hard, toned abdominals, admiring the firm muscle as it was revealed to her. Once it reached his chest, he pulled it off entirely and tossed it to the floor. "Just so you know, you're not a walk in the park to be around either," she teased, her eyes leaving the beautiful muscle to catch his.
"No?" he raised a curious brow at her, but a grin touched his lips.
"Nope," Angelique confirmed as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his chest. "But I can forgive you."
His hand reached the hem of her skirt, but instead of moving further up and under it, he reached behind her and unzipped the back. With the zipper undone he pulled the material down her hips, legs and then tossed it to the floor with his shirt, leaving her lower half naked for his eyes to feast upon, though her top and bra soon followed, leaving her completely naked beside him.
Resting his hand back on her thigh, it continued its journey up her outer thigh to the curve of her hip and down along her waist. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, willing him to slip his fingers between her legs to help release the building tension between them.
Angelique undid his pants and pushed them down his hips, followed by his boxers, as she trailed soft kisses down his chest and torso. She pushed him back against the mattress and tugged his pants all the way down and off, leaving his gorgeous body naked for her to explore.
She worked her way down his stomach, her fingers tracing the lines of hard muscle of his abdominals, she was about to grasp his thick, rock solid cock in her hand, when he grabbed her upper arms and urged her back up and then pressed her to her back.
"But I was..."
He covered her mouth with his, quieting her protest as he slid his hand between her creamy thighs and cupped her mound. Closing her eyes she moaned against his lips, and bucked against the hand teasing her pussy. And then he was gone.
Alarmed, her eyes flew open to see him grabbing his handcuffs from his jacket pocket. Her eyes watched the cuffs as the metal gleamed under the soft overhead light and her pussy tensed. For the first time since she’d met him, she was actually excited to see those cuffs in his hand.
He stalked towards her, a devilish look on his face; his cock, standing tall and proud, taunting her. She licked her lips as she watched it, anxious to wrap her lips around it, and lick off the cum that was beginning to form at the tip.
Taking her first wrist, he slapped the cuff on and looped it around the rung above her head on the headboard. Taking her lower lip between her teeth, she looked up and met his gaze, and then offered her second wrist to him.
With her secured to the bed, her hands above her head, Lincoln stretched back out beside her. "I promised you something at the club," he whispered in her ear as his mouth began its journey south down the length of her body. He took his precious time, his mouth paying careful attention to every inch of her quivering, needy body.
His fingers, spread her pussy lips wide, and slowly ran back and forth along the length of her slit. The fire that had been burning within her was quickly turning into an out of control inferno. She couldn't decide what was more torturous, his tongue as it flicked and teased her nipples, turning first one and then the other into tight nubs or his fingers as they stroked and teased.
Angelique tested the cuffs, suddenly overcome with the need to touch him. She groaned in frustration and then whimpered as his teeth nipped at her nipple and a short burst of pleasure and pain rushed through her
"I need to touch you, Link," she groaned, her hips bucking up against his hand as he dipped two fingers deep into her core.
"No."
His mouth worked its way down her body until he reached her mound. He paused, his hunger-filled eyes looking up and catching hers. She shivered as the warmth of his breath tickled her wet, exposed pussy. The anticipation was killing her and he seemed to be intent on prolonging her agony.
"Please," she struggled against the cuffs, overwhelmed with the need to feel his face buried between her legs, lapping up the juices that were slipping down her ass.
He grinned, and then kissed the top of her mound. He removed his tormenting fingers from her depths, and spread her pussy wide, exposing her clit to him. He lowered his mouth to her swollen clit, kissing it, and then rolling his tongue around it.
"Jesus, Link, please. I need to come!"
He groaned a low feral noise as he sucked her clit into his mouth. The sensation made her whole body sing and she found herself on the brink of an orgasm; so close her stomach ached from the need for release. As if sensing her need, as his tongue flicked and teased her clit, he dipped two fingers back into her, stroking her inner wall. Suddenly, she found herself short of breath, her body tensed and then she cried out, as her body erupted over his hand.
She was gasping and moaning, as she basked in the relief of her climax, when his mouth left her clit and began to lap up her juices. His tongue licked the length of her slit from her anus to her clit, until she was dry and begging him for more.
"Damn, I love how wet you get, Angel," he murmured as his tongue probed her entrance. "I've never had a woman so wet for me."
"Oh God, yes. Give me your cock. Please," despite the recent orgasm she needed him again. She needed his hard body over hers, pounding into her.
"Not until I'm done with you."
Oh God! The forcefulness of his words and the implication that she was at his mercy until he was through with her, set her body aflame once more. Her hands fisted above her head and she struggled against the cuffs again, her ample breasts bouncing with the movement.
He plunged his tongue deep into her and she cried out, louder than she intended to and she prayed that there was no one in the room beside them. "Link. Oh, Link!" She wiggled against his mouth, wanting his tongue deeper. She closed her eyes and let the sensations roll over her, one after another the pleasure rushed through her, until she didn't think she could handle another moment.
As his tongue thrust in and out of her, he restarted his stroking of her clit, his fingers pinching and rolling her quivering nub. "So good. Come for me again and I'll give you what you want.
She bucked against his mouth, fucking his mouth as she would his cock. She wanted to come. She wanted to badly. She was rapidly ascending the cliff and was hovering over the edge.
"Come on, honey," he murmured against her pussy and that seemed to be the final straw. Screaming out his name, she fisted her pillow and bucked wildly against his mouth as her body erupted, sending a tidal wave of her juices spilling out onto his tongue and into his mouth.
"Fuck me now. Fuck me now, please, Lincoln," she begged.
She watched as he sat up on his knees, between her legs and wiped his mouth and chin, which were covered in her nectar, with the back of his hand. Her eyes quickly lowered to his beautiful shaft. Damn she wanted it. She remember how it had felt earlier, hammering into her and she wanted it again.
Excited that she was going to feel the length of him ramming into her and feel his hard body rubbing against hers she wiggled her wrists as though to remind him that she was still cuffed.
He smirked at her, and shook his head as his hand grasped his cock and he began to stroke himself. She glanced up from his dick to meet his eyes and that wicked look that told her, he wasn't though making her suffer was gleaming in them.
"Link!" She struggled against the cuffs again. Her eyes fell back down to his cock, the head gleamed with pre cum as his hand jerked it in quick, fluid motions. The heat in her pussy began to rise again, and she licked her lips, wishing she could wrap them around his shaft and taste his cum.
"My God, Link, you’re cruel," she groaned and he chuckled at her in response. She wiggled and spread her legs wider trying to relieve some of the tension. Finally deciding to accept her fate, she focused her eyes on his thick, hard cock and the pre cum as it slid down the head while he stroked himself.
He grunted and closed his eyes. Her pussy ached with anticipation of him spewing his seed over her. With several more, quick and almost violent stokes he groaned and his cock erupted, sending a stream of his cum up the length of her body, making its way as far as her chest. He opened his eyes, and looked down at her, as a few final spurts surged from him coating her stomach with a layer of his warm cum.
****
Lincoln took a deep breath in and released it, calming himself down from one of the best orgasms of his life. Something about seeing her straining to be free, begging him to let her touch him, begging him to fuck her had turned him on beyond anything he'd ever experienced and he was far from done yet.
His eyes swept over the sight of her as he slipped from the bed and stood at the foot. Her silky dark hair fanned out around her, her breasts jiggling as she strained against the cuffs and her smooth, hairless mound calling for him to devour it once more. He could still taste her juices in his mouth and on his lips and it was causing his cock to stir even though he'd come less than a minute ago.
"Hey where are you going?" she called out to him as he turned his back to her and made his way to the bathroom in search of a washcloth to clean his cum from her stomach and chest. He didn't answer, enjoying the idea that she was lying on the bed, anxious for him and not knowing what to expect next.
Grabbing a cloth from the rack he ran it under some warm water and made his way back to her. Her vibrant blue eyes, filled with desire, caught his as he sat down next to her.
She wiggled her wrists, making the cuffs clang. "These can come off now."
"Soon," he assured her, grinning as he set to work, slowly and tenderly removing all traces of his seed from her stunning ivory skin. His smile widened when she groaned her frustration.
"My God, you're cruel, Lincoln."
Looking up from his task, he caught her gaze. "I know, but you made me jump into a dumpster, so let's call it even."
She groaned a little louder, and rolled her eyes at him. "You have got to get over that."
Once he was done wiping her down he tossed the cloth to the night table, leaned over and kissed her tenderly, brushing his lips over hers. When he pulled away and caught her gaze, he felt something. He felt an intense pull to her, a sense that he needed to protect and care for her no matter what. The pull was so strong it was like he'd been slammed in the gut and it left him short of breath.
He immediately knew what it was. What he was feeling. He was falling for her, hard, fast - too fast - and even if he wanted to, he knew he was helpless to stop it. He had never believed in fate or destiny or love at first sight - he'd always believed that nonsense was for suckers and idealists - but here he was, looking down at Angel and knowing deep down that she was meant to be his.
He had no idea how long they stayed like that, his body hovering over hers, their lips inches apart, their breaths intermingled and their eyes speaking volumes neither one of them was prepare or ready to say, however when the connection broke he straddled her and grabbed the key to the cuffs unlocking one wrist and then the other.
And then it happened.
With the speed of a cheetah and the strength that he would never had guessed possible from such a tiny woman, she flipped him to his back, straddling his chest. Grabbing the cuffs, so quickly he had close to no time to react, she slapped one onto his wrist, looped it around the rung of the bed and then slapped it onto the other, leaving him in the vulnerable position he'd had her in seconds earlier.
Moving down his body, leaving a trail of her juices smeared across his chest she lay over him smiling, her arms crossed over his chest, and her chin atop her arms. She caught his gaze and her eyes danced with mischief that made him smile despite himself.
"You know," she started, tracing the contours of muscle across his shoulders and placing a kiss to his chest, "I could run now and you'd be helpless to stop me."
He didn't believe for a second that she would. Despite her speed, he'd ultimately allowed her to cuff him, because he knew she felt it too. Whatever it was between them, she felt it and he reckoned she was as much a prisoner to those feelings as he was.
"But you won't run from me," he challenged.
Shaking her head, she leaned over and ghosted her lips across his. "Never from you."