Lincoln

by Terra Wolf

  “Are they okay? Lincoln and my dad?” I asked and Jackson nodded.

  “We’re going to take you home right now, okay? Away from all this,” he said.

  “No. I’m not leaving. Not without Lincoln.” I said, as he tried to drag me out of the van.

  That was when we heard a loud growl.

  I screamed “No!”

  Someone was fighting, in the park.

  I wrestled against the men who were trying to hold me back.

  “No! I have to go and see. I have to stop this madness! No!” I was crying while Jackson held me back.

  “Whatever is happening there, you don’t need to see it. Lincoln would want us to take you home,” Jackson insisted. I shook my head, crying and banging my fists into his arms.

  “Let me go…please, let me go!” I screamed.

  “Let her go.”

  We heard the voice. Jackson looked over his shoulder and I looked straight ahead, to see Lincoln walking towards us.

  “Lincoln!” I screamed. Jackson released me and I slipped away from him, running straight into Lincoln’s arms.

  He lifted me up, wrapping his arms around my waist.

  “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, as I kissed his forehead and his cheeks.

  “Yes, I’m fine now. He didn’t hurt me,” I replied.

  Lincoln lowered me gently down to the ground and held me close to himself.

  “I was worried something happen! I heard the growls,” I said and he knocked his forehead to mine and shook his head.

  “It was nothing, don’t worry about it,” he said and stroked my hair.

  “Where is he? The man who was holding me?” I asked.

  “We have him. My men have taken him away. We’re going to figure out what to do with him.”

  “I don’t hate him. Even though he kidnapped me and he wanted money from dad, somehow, I don’t hate him, Lincoln. Please don’t kill him,” I said.

  He pulled me to himself again and I placed my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating.

  “No, we’re not going to kill him. But we’ll have to send him away, make sure he never gets anywhere close to you or your family again,” Lincoln said.

  While we were still embracing, I saw dad walking towards us. He had a dazed expression on his face, like he couldn’t believe it was actually me.

  “Charlotte!” he shouted. I gently pulled away from Lincoln’s arms, then looked up at him. Lincoln smiled.

  “He knows, I told him. Sorry, I know you wanted to tell him yourself, but he’d figured it out,” Lincoln said to me.

  I looked over at dad who was stalking his way towards us now. He still looked like he was in shock.

  “Dad…I’m all right,” I said, walking towards him. One hand was on my belly. I still felt the need to protect this baby, to keep it safe.

  He wrapped his arms around me and I could feel him shaking with emotion.

  “I’m fine dad, he didn’t hurt me,” I said.

  “I thought I lost you. I thought I’d never see you again, my baby!” he said, shaking his head. For the first time, I witnessed dad being close to tears.

  “I’m all right, dad. I’m here now, you don’t have to worry,” I said.

  “Charlotte, I’m sorry for all these rules, for all the things I made you do. For not letting you lead your life. You have to know, your happiness means everything to me. The money, the club, my friends…none of that even comes close!” he continued.

  I could sense Lincoln standing behind me now and I looked over my shoulder at him.

  “I wanted to tell you dad, but I didn’t know how. Lincoln and I met five months ago, and…and…” I said. Dad was smiling and he nodded.

  “I know, he’s going to be the father of your child. Nothing could make me happier. There isn’t another man I know who deserves you more,” dad said.

  I couldn’t help but cry when I heard those words. I never thought I would actually hear him say it. It meant everything to me.

  I hugged dad and then I was in Lincoln’s arms again. We kissed, and just before he led me to his bike so he could take me home, he whispered in my ear.

  “You’re mine now, Charlotte. I will do anything to keep you safe.”

  I believed him.

  Epilogue

  Charlotte

  One year Later

  Our daughter, Georgia, was born two days early, and she couldn’t have had happier parents than us. Lincoln was with me all through the labor, and my parents waited outside…along with the entire Canyon Hollow Clan. When Georgia was finally born, it felt like a big party had suddenly erupted in the hospital. I knew she was going to grow up feeling pampered and protected and loved—not just by Lincoln and me, but by the entire clan who had sworn to look after her.

  Soon after the incident with the kidnapping, I moved in with Lincoln. I was still expecting some sort of opposition from my parents. Half expecting dad to buy us an apartment close to the house so he could keep an eye on us. But surprisingly, he didn’t bat an eyelid when I told him I was going to live with Lincoln now. It was like he trusted Lincoln completely. He knew that no harm would ever befall me as long as I had Lincoln in my life.

  Very quickly, my relationship with my parents improved. Mom and I were friends again and we regularly had brunch together. I was able to come to a decision about Law School too—I wasn’t going to go. Instead, I had a different plan; which was something else that dad surprisingly agreed to very easily.

  I wanted to start a new arm of the family business. Affordable housing for people in need, shifters and humans alike. This was an idea I hadn’t expected dad to agree to, but he did. He made me in-charge of the department and I quickly realized that it was exactly the kind of work I always wanted to. Not only was I looking into the business side of things, but I was also being able to help people. I was determined to make this project a success and I had dad’s full support.

  Lincoln and the clan were continuing with their protection work. Lincoln wanted to make sure that his work was even less violent now with the arrival of the baby. He wanted to do legitimate work, put in a good honest day’s work and earn a respectable living for his family. We were a family now - Lincoln, Georgia and me. I still couldn’t believe it.

  Just a year ago, I thought I was going to have to do all this alone!

  And now, as I stood in the kitchen, watching Lincoln throw Georgia up in the air as she giggled—I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with love and happiness.

  “Okay, time for bed. Come on baby,” I said with a smile, snapping myself out of my thoughts.

  ***

  Lincoln and I watched Georgia sleeping in her bed for a few moments in the dark. We always did that, watched our baby girl as she slept when she looked so calm and peaceful.

  After that, Lincoln reached for my hand led me to our bedroom. He shut the door behind him and when I turned to him, he was already slipping out of his clothes.

  “She’s growing up so fast, isn’t she?” I asked.

  I started taking off my clothes too.

  “Yeah, she is…and everyday, she looks more and more like her gorgeous mother. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world,” Lincoln said. He fell into bed and waited for me to join him.

  I was in nothing but my lingerie and I slipped into bed with him. He wrapped his arm around me and we spooned, with my butt on his groin. He had his arms wrapped tightly around my torso, pressing into my breasts that were still heavy with milk.

  He kissed my neck and asked me about my day. I filled him in on the work I was doing at the office…the progress we had made with the new project we were developing.

  I asked him about his new contract. The clan had been hired by a chain of nightclubs in the city, which was a relatively low risk job. I was glad that Lincoln and his clan were now headed in the right direction.

  As we spoke, I moved my butt, rolling my hips so I could graze his cock. Lincoln was in the middle of saying something, but he stopped.r />
  “Cut that out or I’m going to have to fuck you,” he said in my ear.

  I didn’t stop. I kept moving my butt, till I could feel his cock growing in his boxers.

  “Stop it, woman!” he growled and I giggled.

  Within moments Lincoln had thrown the covers off and he sat up on his knees, pinning my wrists down on the bed. He kissed me everywhere, on my lips, down my neck, cupping and squeezing my breasts in the meantime.

  I thrust my hips up towards him, rolling them in invitation. I could see his cock tenting his boxers. I couldn’t stop laughing while he kissed me. I was happy…so happy in the knowledge that every night, Lincoln came home to me.

  He was the kind of man who wanted to take care of his woman and his kid. He wasn’t going anywhere. My heart was filled with love for him.

  Slipping his fingers under the straps of my thong, he pulled it down my thighs so he could get to my pussy. My clit was swollen and it throbbed as he slipped a finger into me.

  “Is this what you wanted, princess?” he asked. I looked up at him, at his steely green eyes and I nodded. He towered over me, his bare wide shoulders strong and muscular. I reached up so I could run my fingers all over his tattoos. His chiseled abs…his flat rock-hard stomach.

  Lincoln thrust his finger in and out of me, rubbing and stroking my clit at the same time with his thumb.

  I could feel an orgasm building up inside me, growing stronger by the minute. I moaned as his finger slid in my juices.

  “What else do you want, princess?” he growled. My mouth was hanging open with pleasure. I was covered in goosebumps. Even now, it was crazy that Lincoln could have this effect on my body.

  “Fuck me, Lincoln!” I exclaimed.

  He drew his fingers out of me and whipped me around on the bed. He had me pinned down, with my butt up in the air. He smacked my butt and I felt the pleasurable sting of it. It made me shudder with desire for him.

  Without losing another moment, Lincoln was inside me. He thrust his cock deep into me from behind and started moving.

  I moaned and cried out his name. He thrust deeper and deeper, stroking the hottest wettest core of me. I wedged my hand down between the bed and my body, so I could reach my clit. While he pounded his big throbbing cock into me, I stroked my self.

  I could feel my toes curling as I came close to the orgasm.

  My breathing became harsh. The more I stroked myself, the harder he pounded into me. I could feel the length of him filling me up.

  “Come for me, princess,” I heard him growl.

  It was all I needed to hear.

  I cried out his name, as my body soared. I could feel myself give in to the pleasure of him…of Lincoln…this big strong man who was now a part of me. His cock slid and thrust in and out, filling me up and I came hard.

  When I finally began to relax, he turned me around so I could face him again. He was breathing hard too and I bit down on my lip.

  “Is that all you got?” I asked, arching my eyebrows high up my forehead. He glared at me.

  “Don’t challenge me, woman!” he growled and I laughed.

  “Remember, you asked for it!” he added.

  He was lifting me up off the bed. Then he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to the window in our bedroom. He sat me down on the ledge and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  He wasn’t going to take it slow. Not this time. Not when I’d egged him on like this.

  Within moments, he was inside me again. Thrusting and pumping his big throbbing cock inside me. I leaned my back against the cold glass of the window as I felt myself being pushed to the edge of an orgasm again.

  Once Lincoln started, we could be going for hours. It wasn’t until we were both so exhausted that we could hardly move; that Lincoln would finally stop. It was like, no matter how much we had of each other—it was never going to be enough.

  I was never going to tire of him.

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