Lyric
WE’D BEEN HOME for three days and I was settling in pretty easily. Garrett had, in fact, been granted bail, so Doom was on higher alert than before. Luckily, his trial was set for three weeks from now, so this whole issue would be resolved relatively quickly.
I’d moved a few things from my house into the compound yesterday, hard to do when your home was over six-thousand square feet and your man’s space was less than a thousand.
Doc had insisted on clearing out one of the storage rooms so I could use it as an office and I’d initially thought it was a sweet gesture. Until I’d arrived downstairs that morning.
“There you are,” I said to Doom, wrapping my arms around him and giving him a squeeze. He was currently making coffee, shirtless and in a pair of nicely fitting joggers. I had a feeling he was doing something physical because he wore a beanie, which he often did even when it was warm to keep his hair out of his face, and was a little sweaty. Delish. “I don’t like waking up to an empty bed.”
“Needed to finish something.”
I met his eyes. “Everything okay?”
He smiled. “Yeah. I grabbed a couple more things from your place. I put them in your office.”
“What was missing?”
He gave my butt a gentle smack. “Why don’t you go look?”
I headed down the hall and pushed open the door, my hands going to my mouth to stop the girly squeal as I took in everything I was seeing.
Doom had basically replicated my home office. Although, because the space was twice that of the one at my house, he’d added a little lounge area with a television, my oversized snuggle chair and sofa, and a giant-ass cat tree for Booger… who was currently sitting in the cubby portion, staring at us like he was plotting our demise.
“Lincoln,” I whispered, tears burning in the back of my throat as I turned and buried my face in his chest.
“I did good, huh?”
“Oh my god, you did so good. I can’t believe you did all this.”
“Doc and Alamo helped.”
Doc’s gesture so far surpassed ‘kind.’
I wrapped my arms around Doom. “I can’t believe Doc and Alamo and the rest of the guys worked like fiends to clear all this out just to make me feel comfortable.”
“You’re ours now, Angel.” He smiled, stroking my cheek. “We protect what’s ours, which means, we make them feel safe. This’ll be your home away from home and we all want you to feel just as comfortable here as you do at your place.”
I leaned up and kissed him. “I love you so hard.”
He lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist, kicking the door shut and carrying me to my snuggle chair. He sat down and I shifted so I stayed straddling him, letting him slip my T-shirt over my head.
Kissing me again, he removed my bra and cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples into tight peaks, and I tugged his beanie off, freeing his hair and sliding my hands into it.
“Up, Angel,” he directed, and I climbed off him, so he could stand.
We made quick work of removing the rest of our clothes and then he guided me back onto the chair, and onto his dick.
“Jesus,” he hissed. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
I smiled, leaning down to kiss him. “Thank you, Lincoln. For everything.” I lifted, then lowered myself again. “Thank you for making me feel loved.” I lifted. “Thank you for making me feel safe.” Then lowered. “Thank you for working your ass off to make my life easier.” Up again, then down. “But most of all, thank you for being you. You are as close to perfect as a human can get, honey, and I won’t ever take you for granted.”
I gripped the back of the chair and rocked gently, taking him deep and relishing the feeling of him inside of me, then I rode him. Hard.
Doom thrust up as I moved, driving himself even deeper and the sound of skin against skin drove me even more crazy as a climax began to build. He slid a hand between us and fingered my clit and I lost all control, my walls contracting around his cock as he cupped my breasts and buried his face between them.
“I need you to do somethin’ for me,” he said.
I stroked his beard. “Anything.”
