Chapter 8
Lincoln
The baby was mine.
Charlotte hadn’t replied to my question. In fact, instead of answering my question, she’d run away. But she didn’t have to say anything. I could tell just by the look on her face that I was the father.
She brushed my shoulder as she ran past me, and I didn’t stop her. But in a moment, I turned, about to follow her, but then stopped in my tracks.
Andrew’s speech was over and he had come off the stage and was standing some distance from us now. Charlotte was with him, they were talking.
They were standing far enough away from me to know what they were saying, but I could sense that Andrew was upset with his daughter.
When he looked up, our eyes met and he crossed his brows. I realized that for a second, he was surprised to see me backstage, alone with his daughter. There was nobody else around us.
But then he nodded his head—remembering that I was just doing my job, that I was keeping his daughter safe. Then I watched him place a hand on Charlotte’s elbow and he was ushering her away.
Charlotte didn’t dare to look at me now as she allowed her father to lead her away.
I didn’t follow them either. I’d just have to find a different way of getting close to her again. I needed her to tell me the truth.
I spent a few moments collecting myself, and then I went back out to the venue again. I looked around and saw that the others were still in position. There were no changes, which meant that nothing had happened yet.
Now that Charlotte was here, and so was my kid; the stakes were higher. Even though she didn’t want to speak to me, I didn’t care—I would have done anything to keep her and the baby safe.
After I’d checked everyone’s position and received confirmation that things were in order, I stood in the corner and watched. While I was watching, my eyes were also searching out locations for Charlotte. She was nowhere to be seen, not yet. Whatever conversation she was having with her father must have been an important one.
I tried to concentrate on the job, but my mind kept drifting to her again. That week when she was all mine. The week when I’d put a child inside her, and neither of us knew it.
I’d led her out of the campsite to where my car was parked and kissed her fiercely. She’d presented her neck to me and I licked and tasted her sweet and salty skin. She didn’t taste like any other woman before.
When I lifted her up and put her down on my the hood of my car, she’d giggled. She told me she’d never done this before, and she hadn’t been with a guy like me before either.
When I asked her what she meant by that, Charlotte just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. I never told her that I was a shifter. And with that statement, I thought that she understood what I was.
“Nothing. Just fuck me, Lincoln,” she’d whispered as she stretched herself out on the hood of the car.
I’d pulled her blouse up over her head, so I could get to her breasts. Two heavy rose-tipped breasts underneath her white lace bra. She was beautiful and she wasn’t scared. Even though we were close to the campsite, we could hear the music and people’s voices, she was brave and she didn’t care who saw us.
I squeezed her breasts, unhooking her bra and slipping it down her milky white shoulders. She had her legs stretched apart, so I could wedge myself between them. I ran my hands all over her, pinching and squeezing her nipples and feeling the wetness between her thighs.
She shuddered in my arms as I held her, slipping my fingers in her pussy. Her shorts were down by her ankles, where her lace panties were too. I felt the soft flesh of her tight pussy, the warm stickiness of her juices on my fingers.
Charlotte moaned as she rolled her hips and I plunged my fingers deeper inside her. I hadn’t been with a woman like her either. That was the truth.
My cock raged in my pants, tenting my jeans furiously. The first time I took her, I didn’t waste any time. We stripped each other’s clothes off and I was inside her, feeling myself move in her, my cock throbbing and pulsating with every thrust I made.
I held her by her hair, by her breasts as I started plowing her. In and out, my cock squeezed its way into her tight pussy. She was small and delicate and I was worried I’d hurt her. But Charlotte moaned and asked for more, crying out my name with every thrust. She didn’t care how loud she was, and I wanted more.
Seeing her again had brought the memory of that weekend back in a flash. I’d seen another side of her. A carefree wild side. A girl who wasn’t afraid of sleeping with a man like me.
Now I was seeing a different side of her. The side that was Andrew Williams’ daughter.
“Lincoln!” I heard my name and then felt a hand land on my shoulder.
How long was I lost in thought?
I jumped and turned to find Ford standing behind me.
“You all right, man?” he asked and I ran a hand through my hair.
“Yeah, all good?” I said and Ford smiled and nodded.
“We’re heading out to celebrate,” he told me and I looked at him with crossed brows.
“To celebrate?”
“Yeah, a smooth gig. The event’s over, people are leaving. Andrew Williams and his family just got in a car and left. They’re not our problem anymore.”
I had no idea. I’d missed everything. I was so lost thinking about Charlotte that I’d barely paid attention to my job.
“Yeah, good, let’s go,” I said to him, hoping he couldn’t see the dazed look in my eyes.
I definitely needed a drink.